EroticReverie

Kane

I slam the fridge drawer shut, popping the cap off a beer and throwing it back, guzzling the fucking shit down as my brother stands there, his spoon full of cereal halfway to his mouth. 

"What happened? Couldnt get it up?" he asks and I lower the beer as I finish it and I give him a look that tells him to shut the fuck up. 

He cocks a brow. Then shovels the spoon full of cereal into his mouth. 

"she talk to you?" I ask him , setting the empty bottle down, grabbing another from the fridge and popping the top. 

He chews, giving me a questioning look, answering with his mouth full. 

"Bout what?" he asks. 

"She doesnt say shit about what you two do together." Gage says and I shake my head, sucking my teeth as I swallow the beer and set down the bottle. 

"Not that. She talk to you about anything else?" I ask and he quirks a brow. 

"Gunna have to be more specific bro." he says and shovels another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. 

"I dont fucking know, about anything Gage, about shit that happened to her, or shit that's bothering her? You two talk about your feelings and shit?" I ask him and he huffs a laugh as he chews and shakes his head. 

"No." he answers. "Why?  you need to talk about your feelings?" he asks , and I want to slap him upside the head but the way he's looking at me, I feel like he might be serious. I grit my teeth. 

"No you fucking twit..she does." I say and he jerks his head back. 

"Why is that?" he asks scooping another spoonful of cereal and as I open my mouth to speak I hear her footsteps coming down the stairs and I shake my head at him. 

"Nevermind." I say as, I wait till she's in the fucking room, looking at her, watching her as she ignores me , looking at Gage and giving a little smile and then walking to the fridge. 

I snarl at the fact she doesnt even look at me. I look at the bite mark on the side of her neck I gave her upstairs while I railed her against the wall in the hallway.  Fucking her so damn good we both fucking came. Neither of us acknowledging that I came inside her. Didnt use a condom at all. She didnt even stop me to ask me to,  and I wasnt about to put one on either, cause she felt so fucking sweet around my fucking cock.

"Hey there princess." Gage says. 

"Do I need to repair any holes in the wall up there for you two?" Gage teases her, I groan and she laughs. 

"don't think so." she shrugs. "I'd have to be fucked worth a damn for that to happen." 

I slam my hand down on the counter and she jumps, blinking but doesnt turn to me. 

"What was that?" she asks. I growl and Gage who spat his fucking milk all over the fucking counter is chuckling. 

"Sounds like a baby throwing a tantrum, did you hear it?" she asks and I inhale slowly as Gage laughs and shakes his head.

"You two are gonna fucking kill each other by years end..I give it another month actually." he says and points his spoon between us. 

"You two love birds are gonna either fuck each other to death or she's gonna stab you in your sleep." Gage says. 

"Sounds good to me." She says and finally looks at me. "The stabbing part anyways." 

She swipes my beer.

"That's the last fucking one" I growl. 

"Then stop drinking them all." she says and takes the beer with her back up stairs and I drag a hand over my face and Gage chuckles. 

"Jesus...what is going on with you two?" Gage laughs

"I'm gonna wring her fucking neck." I growl. 

"Talk to her." I tell him. 

He pinches his brows. "You fuckin talk to her." 

"she wont fuckin talk to me...and something is fucking wrong...shes fucked up in the head." I say.

"Arent we all?" Gage replies and I glare at him. 

"Have you even tried talking to her? You tell her to shut up quite a bit...maybe...stop doing that?" he says with a roll of his eyes. "Just a suggestion" 

"I tried" I growl. 

"What, while slamming her into a wall like a two dollar hooker? Gee, I wonder why she wasnt ready to open up to you Kane." he shakes his head and I growl. Because I didnt know how to fucking talk , to anyone. Let alone a fucking woman, a little fucking girl. But weve been screwing like god damn rabbits since she got here, and then...that upstairs.. I didnt fucking like that. Her crying. God damnit. 

Gage sighs. 

"Fine" he sighs when I just give him a death glare. 

"Go fucking get more beer and I'll go doctor phil our Hollywood princess" he says and I groan. 

"Keep your dick in your pants." I tell him.

"No promises." he shrugs and puts his bowl in the sink. 

--

I go into town, stopping at the grocery store, picking up a few cases of beer, and I look at the other types of beer, wondering if maybe she'd like something else. I didnt even know what she liked to drink, didnt know anything about her actually, other than she did things to my fucking cock I'd fucking pay her to do again and again.  I knew she fucked like a god damn porn star, making a mans fucking warped view of sex a fucking reality with the way she sucked and fucked my dick like she was making it a god damn olympic sport. 

I grab a twelve pack of Blue Moon, and shrug. If she wont drink, we will. I walk through the grocery store and stop as I pass a display of flowers, scratching my head. Jesus, what was I doing? I stand there for fifteen fucking minutes just looking at which ones to get her. Was I really going to buy her fucking flowers? Why? As a sorry for treating her like a whore after she cried and then pretended like nothing was wrong, because I was fucking angry she wouldnt talk to me, when I never talked to her? Jesus, my brother was right. 

I shake my head, and decide against them. Flowers were a cop out. she wouldnt want fucking flowers. Before I check out though, my ass fucking goes back and picks up the wild flower bouquet and drops it the cart ontop of my beer.

When I walk in with the cases of beer and the flowers ontop of the case below my chin, I hear her laughing in the kitchen. Gage talking to her. My dad is sitting in the recliner in the living room, his eyes going to the flowers. 

"The fuck is that?" he asks. 

"shut up." I mutter and continue walking. Her laughter stops when I walk in and she clears her throat and then when she actually looks at me. She sees the flowers. I stop. I set down the beer and grab them. 

Before I can even give them to her, she turns and walks out, leaving me standing there like a fucking jackass.

"Did you......buy her flowers?" Gage asks and I grit my teeth.

"What?" I growl. "Dont they fucking like flowers?" I ask. 

Gage laughs. "You though..YOU bought a fucking female flowers?" he shakes his head with a laugh. 

"Damn her pussy has to be dine-o-mite, i mean if its anything compared to that mouth-" he says and shakes his hand as if it's on fire. 

"Shut the fuck up" I growl. "Put the fucking beer in the fridge." 

I dont even ask him if he talked to her about anything important, I take the fucking shitty flowers and go up to her room.

"Who is it?" she asks when I knock on her door. 

"It's me." I say. 

"No thank you." she says and turns up her music and I roll my eyes and pound on her door. 

"Go away" she yells over the music. 

I keep pounding my fist.

"Open the door Lacey!" I yell at her. 

"Cant hear you!" she yells as I keep pounding and I growl and back up , lifting my foot and kicking the door in, busting the lock, making her scream as she stands there in a pair of shorts and her hot little fucking cock teasing tank tops she likes to wear. 

"WHAT THE FUCK KANE?!" she screams and I barge in, and she backs up and I throw the flowers on her bed. 

"Those are for you, you impossible fucking spoiled little brat." I snarl at her. 

"gee, thanks Kane, i'll fucking cherish them forever. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!" she says and shoves me. 

"God damnit woman" I growl and she shoves me again. 

"take your fucking flowers and get the fuck out!" she yells at me and I grab her flying hands as she tries to smack me. 

"Spit on me again, and i swear to fucking god Lacey, I'll spank you so fucking hard you wont sit the rest of the fucking year" I growl and she narrows her eyes. 

"then..LET...GO" she bites out and tugs her arms and I release them. 

"You fucking yell at me..break my god damn door down...then insult me and throw flowers on my fucking bed? You think that's how this works? You and me?" she asks.

"Tell me why you were crying." I say and her brows pinch.

 "It's none of your business. I'm pms'ing, dont fucking get your panties in a bunch Kane. You're off the fucking hook, you don't have to pretend to give a shit, you can carry on fucking me like a slut and then not talking to me at all otherwise. That arrangement worked just fucking fine for both of us." she says and turns and grabs the flowers and slaps them to my chest.

"Go give them to one of your other whores. I dont fucking want them."  she says and then walks over to her balcony, and I watch her bend over and pick up something. A fucking pack of cigarettes and a lighter. My jaw ticks and I throw the flowers back on the bed, and walk out there, grabbing the cigarette from her mouth, and the pack, crushing both and throwing them down. 

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!!" she screams. 

"YOU" I growl. "YOU are my fucking problem." 

"DEAL WITH IT THEN" she says and then grabs another pack from the side and I look down to the six packs she has stored in a little box.

"Enough" I say and grab that pack and crushing them and taking the box and throwing it over the balcony. 

"you're not fucking smoking" I growl. 

"SCREW YOU." She screams and pushes past me and back into her room. 

"You can drink like a fucking fish, but one cigarette is where you draw the fucking line. Nice." she says and rolls her eyes. "Fucking hypocrite" 

"Jesus christ, you're god damn exhausting." I growl and she throws her hands up. 

"YET HERE YOU ARE..in MY bedroom, bothering ME...did I come to you Kane? No? Do I ever? No. YOU ARE ALWAYS THE ONE TO COME TO ME. Whether its to fuck or fight, I leave you the fuck alone till you want to play with you new shiny toy. " she says and I realize she's right. She's never come to me for sex. She never comes to me, and when she does, I fucking ignore her. Cause she tries to talk. 

"Ask me a question." I say and she turns her head.

"What?" she asks annoyed. 

I throw my hands up. "I dont know, ask me a question. you're always wanting to talk....but dont want to talk about you...so...ask me a fucking question." I yell. 

She narrows her eyes. 

"I no longer give a shit Kane." she says. 

"I dont give a fuck , you piss me off." she says and I step forward. 

"Fucking feeling is mutual baby" I say and she scowls. Her jaw clenching. 

"I hate you."  she says. 

I step forward again, looking down at her.

"You wish you hated me Lacey." I correct her. She shakes her head. 

"No, I do." she says. 

"Ask me a fucking question." I say. 

"What's your favorite color Kane?" she wobbles her head sarcastically, batting her eyelashes. 

"Black. Ask another." I say playing her little bratty bullshit game. 

She flares her nostrils. 

"My favorite food is pizza, my favorite drink is pink lemonade and beer, I hate mint chocolate chip ice cream...i've broken seven bones...lost my virginity at fourteen, and I was afraid of the dark till I was seventeen...still dont like it that much, and I prefer old country over new country, and I listen to Taylor Swift when nobodys in the fucking car with me." I say and I see it the little way her nose twitches when she wants to smile. 

"Now you go." I say and she shakes her head. 

"Your fucking turn." I say. 

"My favorite food are empanadas from a food truck back in Cali...but if I cant have those..I like sour patch kids." she says. 

"That's not food." I say. 

"Shut up Kane." she says and now I fight my own smile and nod. 

"Go on."  I say. 

"My favorite drink is water..just fucking water....if we're talking alcohol, I will suck down cranberry vodkas till I puke." she says. 

"Mint chocolate chip ice cream IS actually the worst." she says and I smile. She chews her lip and looks at me. She sighs as she goes on, giving in and taking my olive branch.

"I've never broken any bones, and I'm afraid of dying alone." she says. 

My brows pinch and I step forward and she holds out her hand and presses it to my chest and shakes her head as if telling me not to touch her. So I don't

"I beat you by two years...I lost my virginity at twelve...I dont like country music, new or old....and...I've met Taylor Swift." she says. 

The corner of my mouth quirks up. 

"And she's as sickeningly sweet as you'd expect her to be." she says. 

"Twelve?" I ask. 

She gives a single nod. 

"I lost mine to a girl that used to live around here, she was two grades above me..my first kiss..my first everything was her. Jackie Gerber." I say. 

"I lost mine to a man old enough to be my grandfather , after he gave me my first line of coke. In my parents bathroom, while they were down stairs hosting an after party of the release of their movie." she says , my jaw clenches and my nostrils flare. 

"Lacey" I say. 

"Don't." she says. "I'm not fucking broken."

"We all are." I say. 

Her lip trembles a moment and she looks away. 

"Did you tell your parents?" I ask. She looks down and shakes her head. 

"Why?" I ask. 

"because I didnt want to get in trouble." she says and I sigh. 

"Did you ever tell them?" I ask. 

She shakes her head." I got used to it. The men....the women....the bored rich people that had all that money could by....finding thrills in other ways...by screwing around with young girls. " 

"and your parents...they...still don't know?" I ask as my my blood fucking boils, wanting to get every fucking name of anyone whoever touched her.

she shakes her head. 

"I never told them. Never told anyone. I let them think I was promiscuous, that I sought out men, not the other way around." she says. 

"Eventually I was the one seeking them out, craving the attention I guess. Craving the way it made me feel to make them feel good." she says. 

"That's why I was crying earlier." she says, swallowing hard and looking up at me. 

"Not because of you...just...because I was wondering what it must be like for those who werent sexualized at a young age....to live a normal life....have a normal experience....to have something to offer other than being a whore." she says and I shake my head. 

"I dont think youre a whore...I just say that in bed..." I say and she gives a little smile. 

"You sure?" she lifts her brow. 

"I thought you liked it." I say honestly. 

"I do. It's just....I dont know " she shakes her head. 

"It's...you say it...and then...you don't talk to me...like...ever, unless it's to tell me to shutup....and THAT is when you make me feel like one." she says.

"Lacey" I say shaking my head and stepping closer.

"It's fine, I know i'm being stupid and-"

"Stop it....don't do that" I say and grab her face.

"Listen to me..." I make her look at me and her lower lip quivers just slightly.

"I'm sorry" I say and she nods once.

"Okay." she says quietly and shrugs.

"I don't....I don't think you're a whore Lacey...and I never want to make you feel like one...unless it's like...the sexy kind of whore...ya know." I say and wince at how fucking bad I am with words and she laughs slightly and nods once again.

"Got it." she says. 

"don't pity me" she says and I raise a brow.

"You're already treating me differently because of what I told you" she says and I sigh. 

"Well..tough." I say and she narrows her eyes.

"Im not gonna tell you how to fucking feel Lacey, I expect the same...so if I wanna be pissed off about fucking grown men touching you when you were god damn twleve years old, then im gonna fucking pissed about it, and want to murder every god damn person that laid a fucking finger on you when you didnt want it" I say gritting my teeth. 

She inhales and I tip her head bad a bit more and lean down. 

"and nobody touches you ever again unless you want it...or i'll break their fucking necks too...you understand?....I'm not letting anything bad happen to you ever again." I say and she blinks once and nod slightly. 

"Promise?" she asks in barely a whisper.

"Mhm" I nod. "Promise"