Sibling Rivalry 3:
In It Together
by
Terry Towers
Sibling Rivalry 3 : In It Together
Copyright 2012 by Terry Towers
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Chapter 1
"You know Darrien, maybe we should just tell them about us," Ramona suggested from the passenger seat as Darrien parked the Escalade in front of their parents' Beverly Hills mansion.
"We've been through this a number of times, Ramona. There's a good chance dad will disown us both if we tell them about our relationship. Until we figure out a good way to go about telling them, or at least until our trust funds are released, we have to keep what's going on between us quiet."
Ramona tapped her perfectly manicured fingernail against her teeth. "But what if we just tell mom? She might be able to help persuade dad to see things differently."
Darrien huffed as he shut off the truck. "They are of one mind about everything. She'd tell him before we even had the truck packed with your boxes and she'd be on his side. She's always on his side; they're like two halves of one mind."
"But…"
"Ramona, stick to the story... You want some independence, so since we're getting along better now and since I have a number of business trips coming up, I've agreed to let you move into my penthouse."
"But…"
Darrien turned in his seat to face her and smirked. "Alright, whenever you want to open your mouth and blab what's really going on between us I want you to repeat these words over and over in your head."
Frowning, Ramona nodded. She hated lying to her mother. Little white lies sure, but something as big as her having a relationship with her stepbrother was not a little white lie. Her mother had been growing concerned about her over the past couple of weeks, wondering why Ramona had stopped going to parties and dating and Ramona was running out of excuses. She understood Darrien's point, and knew he was right, but still, it didn't mean she had to like it.
"Okay."
"Alright, repeat after me."
Ramona nodded.
"Would you like fries with that?"
"Would you..." Her blue eyes narrowed as she punched at his shoulder. "You're such an ass, Darrien."
"It's the truth and while you're working at Mc-fucking-Donald's, pushing out the fries, I'll be working at the fucking pump and go."
Crossing her arms over her chest she rolled her eyes at him. "Fine."
"You'd have to apply your own nail polish; stop going to that snooty little country club you like to attend; oh, and of course, shop at Wal-mart for your clothing."
"There's nothing wrong with Wal-mart."
"Oh, Really?" He raised a sceptical brow at her. "So tell me again what item of clothing you own that came from there?"
Ramona growled to herself. He was right, he was always right and it irked her no end. He was such an infuriating man; conceited, arrogant, too smart for his own good, and damn it if she didn't love him more than she ever thought possible, despite those things, perhaps even to a small extent because of them.
Without another word to her brother, Ramona opened the door and hopped from the Escapade. She heard snickering coming from the other side of the truck and scowled. "Explain to me again why I love you?" She asked, as he rounded the front of the vehicle and came to stroll beside her, making the way to the front door of their parents' massive home.
Draping an arm over her shoulders, he pulled her tight to his side and nipped at her ear lobe. "Because I fuck you so hard it makes your knees weak," came his throaty reply.
Laughing, she gave him a slight nudge in the ribs with her elbow. "No, I don't think that's it."
"Hmmm, we'll see tonight, won't we?"
His words sent a shiver of anticipation through her and her pussy immediately began to throb and her panties dampened. There were some things she didn't mind: him being egotistical about and the way he worked her pussy and set her body on fire every time they were together was one of those things.
"Now get off me, they might see," Ramona gave him a little push away from her as they made their way up the front steps.
Another chuckle sounded from Darrien, but he complied giving her space.
Ramona unlocked the front door and stepped into the house with Darrien following suit. "Mom? Dad? Anyone home?" She didn't expect their father to be home, but she was certain her mother had told her she'd be home that afternoon. Her mother's absence was a pleasant surprise, saving her from having to lie.
"What's with all the boxes? I thought we agreed you were going to leave the majority of your stuff here for now?"
Looking over to the large pile of several dozen empty cardboard boxes to which Darrien was referring, Ramona shrugged. "Well, yes, just the essentials."
"We're going to need a moving van once all these are packed. When we agreed on essentials I assumed that meant enough to fill the truck, not…" he motioned towards the pile of boxes, "all of those."
Ramona's blue eyes caught his dark ones, challenging him to say no.
"No. One load in the Escalade Ramona." When she was about to protest, he raised a finger to quieten her. "If, you feel you need more, tomorrow we'll come back for a second load, agreed?"
She considered how long it would take to fill the boxes on the floor and then the unpacking they would have to do when they got back to his place and gave in. Darrien had just gotten back from a two week long business trip so this was the first time she'd seen him since he'd left and what she really wanted to do tonight was get fucked, and the longer they spent packing and unpacking the less time they'd have for more pleasurable pursuits.
Ramona huffed and rolled her eyes at him. "Alright." She picked up an armful of boxes as she stormed past him and headed up the stairs with Darrien following behind.
****
Darrien could count on his fingers the amount of times he'd actually been in Ramona's room at their parents' place since she and her mother had moved in - close to six years ago. Their relationship up until their week together in their family's cabin a few months back had been dire at best. As he entered her room, and took a good look around, it hit him just how spoiled she was.
For the love of fuck!
Walking into her closet, he had never seen so many shoes, outfits, jackets and accessories. She could clothe a small town with the clothing in her closet. He was about to turn and walk back out to find out what she wanted him to start boxing first when a silver trunk roughly two and a half feet long and a foot tall caught his eye.
Walking over to the trunk he crouched down and attempted to flip the lid, but it wouldn't budge. Locked. He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and grinned. If it was important enough to keep locked up, then he had to find out the contents.
"Hey Ramona! Want to tell me about the silver chest in your closet?" he waited half a minute, but no answer came. Grabbing the handles which were silver chains on both ends, he picked it up. The box was fairly light though he could hear the contents rattling inside as he walked with it to the bedroom.
Darrien exited the closet and set the box down in the middle of the bedroom floor. He scanned the room for Ramona, but she was nowhere in sight.
"Hey Darrien..." Coming back into the room from out in the hallway, Ramona stopped at the threshold and a wicked grin touched her lips as her eyes caught sight of the chest he was crouched down beside. "Been digging in my closet I see."
The tone of her voice and the look in her eyes told him all he needed to know about what he was going to find inside, but still, he needed to verify his suspicions. "Where's the key, I want to see what dirty little secrets are stashed in little sister's trunk."
Darrien watched as she made her way over to her dresser, opened the top drawer and pulled out a single key from the back of the drawer.
"I'll let you see on one condition," she slowly wagged the key at him.
Raising an eyebrow at her, he grinned. "Condition huh? What's the condition?" His eyes wandered the length of her body. Usually Ramona favored revealing tops, short skirts and skin-tight dresses, with her hair and make-up applied to perfection. She was the poster child for the term ‘high maintenance woman’. Usually.
Today, however, she looked like the girl next door, in a jogging suit, her dark shoulder length hair was pulled into a high ponytail on the top of her head and her face was devoid of even a smidgen of make-up. He'd never say it to her since she took such pride in her appearance and she looked unbelievably hot in her little outfits, but he actually preferred the au naturel Ramona.
She swiped her tongue along her bottom lip and caught it between her teeth as she strolled over to him. He stood as she closed the distance between them.
Coming to a stop inches from him, she slipped one arm around his neck, leaned into him and slid her free hand down his front to cup his cock in her hand over his jeans. Her lips grazed the side of his neck sending a jolt through him and putting his dick on alert under his pants.
"Well... If you open that trunk then you have to be willing to use what's in it." She stroked the ridge of his cock and then gave his balls a light squeeze.
Darrien's breath caught in his throat as his desire rose rapidly. He glanced over at the bed, wondering if they'd have time for a quickie before someone showed up at the house. He would have chanced it, but his curiosity over the trunk overrode his desire.
"You have yourself a deal."
She removed her hand from his crotch and pulled away, placing a quick kiss on his lips as she did so. The wicked gleam in her eyes had him tempted to change his mind. She wouldn't be making deals if there was something in there he'd object to.
"Remember, we have a deal."
"Yes. Deal." He impatiently extended his open hand to her and Ramona dropped the key into it. Crouching back down, he slipped the key into the lock and it sprung open with a faint-sounding click.
"Holy shit Ramona!" Flipping the lid back he came face to face with a substantial collection of sex toys. Most of them he was familiar with, but there were some items that had him raising a curious brow at her.
"They come in the shape of bears?" he asked producing a brown vibrator.
Grinning, Ramona nodded. "Keep looking."
He shrugged. He'd have no problem using ‘Yogi Bear’ on Ramona - or whatever the hell she named it. He'd heard women loved to name their vibrators, but whether that was true or not was beyond his experience. Tossing it back in the box, he went on digging. There was an assortment of dildos and vibrators in all sizes and colors; various costumes, a red whip, a paddle, restraints, butt plug... The next thing to catch his attention was the anal beads. Pulling them from the box he let them swing from his fingertips in front of her eyes.
"Nope, that's not what I had in mind, keep looking."
"Who in the hell are you using this stuff with, Ramona?"
When she opened her mouth to answer he raised a hand to stop her. "Never mind, I'm better off not knowing, I think." After sifting a little further, he froze knowing exactly to what she had been referring. "Oh, hell no Ramona!"
"A deal is a deal," she reminded him watching as he fingered the object she'd had in mind.