EroticReverie

Liviana LaCroix

I can hear the creaks in the floorboards from downstairs, the slamming of cupboards and the deep voices of the Rocklin boys aruging, or maybe they're just talking. They're always loud, their voices are like a thunderstorm when they all get going. Their tones so naturally low that when they speak, the air around you seems to vibrate. The "Shaw Seven", or "Swamp Seven". Seven guys, ranging from thirty three to nineteen, lived in this house. All of them brothers, all of them multiple inches over six feet tall, all of them with dark brown, nearly black hair, all of them with the same bright blue eyes. All of them with lean bodies, some with a bit more muscle than others, from all of them working hard, working together to take care of themselves, to take care of others. 

There was the Swamps, then there was there was the Heights. The swamps were still considered part of the Heights, technically. But ask anyone from the richer parts of the Heights, and they'll tell you the Swamp isn't a part of it. They'd tell you the swamp and all the people are in it, are trash, that they don't belong to the Heights at all. 

Not many people from the Heights, come to the Swamps. And not many people from the Swamps will bother crossing over into the nicer part of The Heights, unless it's for work. However, girls my age, will cross from the Heights to the Swamps, for fun with guys from time to time, or to come to their parties. But they never date a guy from the Swamps. It's all for fun, for sex. For a good time. 

Except, I was breaking the rules. While I might not be dating Gibson Shaw, I was finding myself in his bed, quite a bit, quite often. We're both eighteen, and I hooked up with him once at one of their parties, and then kept coming back anytime he asked me to. I know I'm just a piece of ass to him, we're not anything serious, even though we've been fucking around for six months now. I know I'm not the only girl that he screws around with, and that's okay with me. We're friends. Unlikely friends, but friends. 

While the rest of his brothers are downstairs, getting ready for work, I'm underneath him, as he rolls a condom on. I smile up at him, my legs spreading wider, wider, as I rub myself, already wet. I woke up knowing our routine. On the nights I slept over, we fucked in the mornings, before I left to go back home, before he had to go to work, while I went home and laid my head on pillows worth more than his mattress. But that's what he likes. Screwing a Heights girl. I'm a badge of honor for him. I don't really care, because I know the Shaw's, have watched them, learned about them, more than what the rumors on the other side of the Heights could ever tell me. His brothers weren't a fan of mine, but they tolerated me being around more and more. It's not that they didn't like ME...they didn't like where I was from. For them, it's hard to judge someone separately from the others that come from the Heights. It's okay though. Most of them are less abrasive than they were the first time Gibson kept me overnight. Because the rules were, they could screw us, but they couldnt "keep" us. They'd fuck us and use us, but wouldnt let us be a part of their world. I understood it, maybe I didnt agree with it. But it didnt matter if I agreed or not, and I never argued with them about it, because I didnt live their lives, I dont know their struggles. But they don't know mine either. 

My head pushes back as Gibson pushes into me. 

"oh god" I moan, my back arching. 

He groans as he sinks into me slowly. 

I barely ever got off with Gibson, but I didnt really care much. Because I'd never got off with anyone else either. I loved having sex with Gibson though. Because at least he took his time, at least he didn't yell at me when he wasnt inside of me, he didn't hit me, or call me names, or tell me my pussy was all I was good for. He cared about me. I cared about him. Maybe not in the way of a boyfriend or girlfriend, we weren't in love. But he was a good guy, he's always been kind to me. So when he's inside me, it feels fucking amazing. It might also have to do with the size of him as well. The first time we were together, I understood why the girls from the Heights flocked to the Shaw boys for a good time. All seven of them were probably hung, nearly the same. 

"Liv" he groans and dips his head down, kissing me, thrusting into me as I grab his ass, pulling him deeper. His mouth going to my neck, sucking, kissing, biting as he goes slow and deep. Groaning against my skin as I dig my nails into his ass and moan his name in his ear. 

I might not cum, but god, this feels so fucking good. I don't know if I'll ever be able to walk away from this. I liked him. I liked this house. I liked his brothers, even if they didnt like me being here. I liked the way their house smelled, the way everything creaked, I liked how comfortable I felt here. I liked how pristine floors and baseboards didnt matter. I liked how the kitchen always smelled like bacon and old beer bottles from their empties always sitting on the counter. I liked that the house felt lived in, instead of kept so tidy that you felt afraid to smudge a surface or scuff the floor with your shoe. 

"Liv" Gibson groans again as I move, bucking my hips, my pussy tightening around him as I think about living like this forever. Sneaking into his bed at night with him, to avoid the glares of his brothers, but then waking up and fucking again, and going downstairs to eat breakfast with a family that's not mine. 

"I love it here" I moan. 

"Fuck Liv" he groans and goes harder. 

"not yet" I pant, knowing once he starts to go fast, he always ends up cumming. 

"Liv" he groans, hips jerking and I bite my lip , closing my eyes as he grunts, hips thrusting once more, groaning deeper and then hanging his head near mine.

"shit, im sorry" he breathes hard. 

I smile softly to myself, lifting a hand up into the back of his hair. 

"dont be sorry" I say, meaning it. I kiss his temple and he lifts his head and looks at me, and then lets out a deep sigh. 

"Not sure I'll ever be able to last with you, it's been what, six months? and I still cant control it." he huffs and shakes his head and I smile at him. 

"I take it as a compliment Gibson, don't worry" I stroke his cheek and he leans down and nudges my nose with his.

"Dont tell anyone I'm a chump in bed, it'll ruin my reputation." he says and I laugh, as I always do when he makes me promise not to tell anyone when he doesnt last that long. 

"You're a Shaw, I'm sure you'll never have any trouble with getting girls in your bed." I say. 

"Maybe I dont want other girls in my bed anyways, maybe I like you in it too much." He smirks and kisses me. 

"Such pretty little lies of make believe" I tell him and pat his cheeks and gently push him off me. 

He likes to pretend sometimes that he wants more than sex. Likes to say sweet things, cute things, that you would say to a girl you're truly interested in. He's charming, I'll give him that. But he knows he doesn't want me. Not really. 

"I'd keep you." he says as I sit up and I pause. My legs draped over his bed. That's the Shaw's one rule. They dont "keep" Heights girls. Whether it's to protect themselves because they think we'd never actually want to be kept by them, or they just dont deem us worthy of their affections, who knows. Maybe it's both, maybe it's more than those reasons too. But I know that whether I would want Gibson to "keep" me or not, he can't. They won't let him. 

"Yeah? What's Axl going to say about that?" I ask with a little amused laugh, as I stand up and walk over and grab one of his t shirts off the top of his laundry basket. 

"Fuck what Axl says about it." he says and I just laugh again. Axl is his oldest brother, thirty three, and the most moody, and most quiet, and most....just the most of everything. He's been taking care of his family....his brothers, since he was 20. Gibson was only five when Axl had to take over. Their mother died a few years before their father. She'd been in a car accident, she fell asleep at the wheel, from a long shift at the hospital.  Gibson doesn't talk about either of them, at least not to me, and probably not to anyone else either. But apparently their Dad wasnt much of a dad. He worked odd jobs, here and there. But their mother was the main provider. Rumor is when their mother passed, their father started to drink heavily. Then started doing other things. He overdosed, on Axl's 20th birthday. What a gift to give your oldest son for his birthday. Six mouths to feed, and a house to take care of. 

I just give Gibson a look. I know he hates his brother sometimes. But I also know he loves him a hell of a lot more than he hates him. That's the thing about the Shaw's , they fought hard with one another, but they loved harder. They werent affectionate or anything, but they'd burn themselves before letting another one of their brothers burn. You didn't want to mess with a single one of them, because messing with one, meant messing with all seven. I liked that. I liked it here. With them. Witnessing that kind of unspoken love. 

Gibson sighs. 

"If you don't want me, just fucking say that Liv." he says and I pull his shirt down over me, walking back over to him and cup his face, as I stand between his legs where he sits on the bed.

"You don't want to keep me Gibson. You just want to be able to say you kept a Heights girl. We're friends...don't say things to me that you don't mean...it's not nice...I dont play with your head, so don't play with mine." I say and he looks at me. 

"How do you know what I want? Maybe I fuckin want you Liv, you never ask me what I fucking want" he says and I hold his face as he tries to push my hands away, I turn his head back to me and make him look at me. 

"What do you want then Gibson? Do you want me? Because you have me, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere. What do you want?" I ask him and his jaw clenches. 

"I want to fuck you bare and send you back to the Heights with a Shaw in your stomach, so you can have something to remember me by when you decide you want to stop slumming it with me." he says and I drop my hands.

"Don't be an asshole." I say and turn around and snatch up my shorts off the floor. 

"Cmon, dont you want a souveneir from your stay in the Swamp?" He asks.

"You've never been a dick, don't start now Gibson, because it doesnt fucking suit you." I say, my jaw clenching, my nose burning. I yank my shorts up and button them. He slides the condom off, still half hard and throws the condom on the floor.

"Come on take your fucking shorts off, this is all I want, right? Your Heights pussy on my cock. I couldnt possibly want you for anything else, all you are is a fuck, right?" 

"You dont want ME!" I yell at him. "You think you do, you dont LOVE me Gibson, you love what I am, where Im from, you want to fuck a heights bitch and get her pregnant, so you can "keep" her, just to say you could keep someone like me, you dont want ME" I say, tears in my eyes. 

Because I'd never be more than a trophy to him. I knew that. And I dont want to be more , that's not the point. It's not why I'm upset. I'm upset because he's supposed to be my friend, he's supposed to be a safe place. 

"Liv..don't cry....shit...I'm sorry" he says and stands and walks over to me and I jerk away from him. 

"Dont fucking touch me" I snap at him and glare at him. 

"Don't you ever fucking touch me again." I say, my lip trembling, tears on my cheeks, but my jaw sets angrily. 

"I shouldnt have said that....I shouldnt have....god Liv, I just...." 

"I'm not coming here anymore." I say and he sighs and grabs my face and makes me lift it. 

"dont say that, i need you here" he says and then kisses my forehead and then pulls me again him. 

"please dont leave" he whispers into my hair. "please?" 

I sniffle and he strokes the back of my head. 

"Please?" he whispers again.

"I'm sorry Liv...I just...I know you're right....and...I DO love you, you know? Maybe not the way I want to, or wish I did, but I DO love you" he says and I cry a bit harder. 

"hey" he says softly and tips my chin back up and his thumbs swipe over my cheeks softly. 

"I was an asshole...I promise it'll never happen again." he says and I look away from him. 

"I promise Liv...i swear....I just...i know were not more than friends....i know what we have is this special thing...but it's not what either of us really wants in the end....that we're lifelines for one another right now....till we find what were looking for i guess...i know you dont love me like that...and i think....sometimes it gets to me....and i wonder...why DOESNT she love me like that? How come the prettiest fucking girl I know, doesnt love me like that?" 

"You dont even love ME like that" I croak. 

"Because I CANT love you like that, I dont deserve to love you like that, I'll never deserve you Liv, nobody from the Swamps could ever deserve you" he says and I tug my cheeks away, turning my head. 

"Where a guy is from, has nothing to do with what he deserves Gibson. It's the man he is." I say and wipe my own cheeks. 

"You deserve whatever it is you want in life Gibson. If you feel differently, then that's on you." I say and grab my phone, tucking it in the back of my short pockets. 

He sighs. 

"Stay for breakfast." he says as I grab my keys off his dresser.

"Can't." I say and walk to his door.

"Can't, or won't?" he asks. 

I look at him. "both." Then turn and shut his door behind me.