Page 44 of Dirty Monsters

I stopped swimming when I reached him. The water was only to his waist where he stood, and I stayed low, hiding behind his body. He glared down at me, his arms still crossed, but he didn’t move a muscle or even make a motion for me to move.

My chin was almost even with his waist, and I stared up, testing him and waiting for him to say something, anything. Taking one hand, I started tracing up the inside of one of his legs, fingers moving higher and higher. When I reached his swim trunks, I wondered if he’d stop me once I hit a certain point.

He didn’t. Just simply watched me.

His jaw clenched, and his eyes somehow grew beadier, and when I glanced down quickly, I saw his hard cock jutting out, begging me to proceed with all my naughty plans.

I glanced back up at him and smiled a mischievous and cocky smile. A smirk to tell him I saw him, and he couldn't hide how turned on he was with me like I was. A devious part of me marveled at the idea of turning my brother on so much. It was how I knew I was a monster. Anyone with half a conscience would accept what we were doing was wrong and would stop or would vomit from how perverse it was. But no, I reveled in it.

“You didn’t fuck yourself, did you, Ro?” My voice was barely a whisper.

He was still quiet, staring at me, waiting to see what I did next. If he didn’t say anything, then he could pretend he wasn’t at fault for anything happening between us. But he sure as fuck wasn’t stopping me.

I grabbed him roughly through his trunks, and he sucked in a sharp breath. From the windows to the pool, it would seem like he was standing here alone. As long as I stayed low, no one would be able to see me. So I took the chance and pulled the waistband of his trunks down until his cock sprang free. My eyes traced each vein and curve as my mouth began to water with the anticipation of tasting him.

“You’re as fucked up as I am, Ro.”

I opened my mouth to tease him, to taste him. I was getting a mouthful of chlorine as well, but I had already decided that dying by drowning probably wasn't so bad. I ignored the sting of the chemicals and crept deeper, sucking him into me, wanting to choke on him.

Ro still wasn’t fighting me. He was still standing with his same scowl and letting me do whatever I wanted to him until he finally snapped. He uncrossed his arms and took one hand to the back of my head, shoving my mouth down on him as far as I could before hitting his base. Maybe he knew it was what I was craving. Some days, it seemed like he could read me as well as an open book, while other days, he’d tried his best to pretend I didn’t even exist.

His other hand found the side of the pool, and again, if anyone saw us, he would seem like he was simply relaxing, all stretched out enjoying a sunny day.

My nose was barely out of the water and my only source for breathing. I started to cough on the pool water, Ro’s strength and aggression getting harder to handle in the water. He didn’t dare move his own body, but he used his hand to pump my mouth on him forcefully.

I started to moan in pain, in fear. If he didn’t let me catch my breath, I might actually die this way. Fight or flight started to take over, and I tried pulling back, pushing and smacking on his legs to let me up. Instead, he pulled his other hand down from the side and used both to hold me in place. I could see the fury simmering behind the glare he launched at me. I had a flashback to the day I asked him to do his worst, and maybe he’d finally taken me up on the offer.

I clawed at his legs, drawing blood. I pinched and pulled. Screamed and even tried to bite him. But he was in a whole other zone, lost to the darkness and lust. I’d brought this on myself. Maybe he liked the pain, the idea of me suffocating on his cock.

Finally, after a few more minutes, he pulled me off him and held my head in front of him.

“You don’t scare me, sis. We can play these games all day. I promise I won’t back down first.”

“I couldn't breathe,” I whined. I didn't want to show him any weakness, but surely, he didn’t want my death on his hands.

Or did he?

“Finish me off, and then get the fuck out of the pool.”

He released my head and left me there to decide on my own to take him back in my mouth. I started to leave him hanging and let him beat it himself the way he should have the night before. But I didn't.

I opened my mouth and took his dick back, sucking as far as I could. Not as hard as he was doing it, but harder than I was before. I gazed up his body and watched as his pink tongue slipped out and licked his lips, watching me.

“Maybe you’re the monster,” he moaned, right before coming in my mouth.

I swallowed him down and licked my lips. As much as I hated to admit it, I liked the taste of him. A drop of his cum slipped out of my mouth, and my tongue lashed out to swipe it. It was heady knowing I could almost bring him to his knees by simply putting my mouth on him, and I wanted to do it more, but my mouth was sore. Raw, like I’m sure he wanted it to be. I didn’t say anything else as I gave myself time to readjust before swimming to the side of the pool and getting out. I didn’t glance back at him as I walked away, but I did pause when he spoke.

“See you next time, sis.”

I kept on walking. Right now, he had one up on me. The gauntlet had been thrown down, I’d been challenged, and I didn’t walk away from those. If we were both monsters, it was time I stopped shying away from it. If he wanted to get dirty, I’d give it. He wanted devious? I had loads of it locked away too. I had a clear mind, not fuddled by drugs anymore. I had so many plans for my brother.

I slammed the door as I made it back to my room. I quickly stripped down and turned on the shower to rid myself of the chlorine flooding my sinuses. I didn’t want to admit it, but my nose burned like a motherfucker, and my eyes were red and bloodshot.

As I let the shower heat, I gazed at myself in the mirror. The scared little child I used to be didn’t peer back at me this time. I was learning to control the demons instead of letting them take over and wreak havoc. I was stronger now.

Shaking my head, I backed away from the sink and slid under the hot water. It beaded and fell down my body, washing away the chlorine. I inhaled deeply and leaned back against the tile wall in the shower, not even caring about the temperature change.

All of us in rehab had an addiction, whether it was drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, etc. Now, I had a new one: Ro. I was addicted to one of the monsters who had once tried to ruin my life, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. I was done caring. Now. I wanted to feel and simply be. I wanted to regain some of myself and take my life back.