Summer with the Bertram Brothers

f o u r t e e n - s t a y

Trim and I stayed at the lake until morning. The sun barely scrapes the sky. It's still a little dark, but we manage to sneak into my house. I slide the back door open. The house is silent and lifeless; I imagine no one is home. I pull Trim inside and shut the doors before mosquitoes can enter. I kick off my muddy sandals and watch Trim walk around.

"Make yourself at home," I say, heading down the hallway. 

Trim opens the fridge and gets a water bottle. The coast seems clear. No one's home. I come back in the kitchen.

"I'm going to go wash up," I say, "I'll be back."

Trim nods, chugging down his water. I walk to the bathroom and throw my close on the floor. I look in the mirror and tie my hair up. I notice dark hickies alongside my neck. I fill up the top of the tub with cool water. I look for a cloth in the white cabinet under the sink.

I sit in the bathtub and clean in between my toes until the door opens. Startled, I cover myself and see Trim's curls pop through the door.

"Hey!" I scream, "Get out, pervert!"

He grins and comes in anyways, "I was getting bored."

"It's only been 2 minutes!" I argue, "Get out."

No, he doesn't budge. Instead, he closes the door behind him and I watch him lifting his shirt over his head.

"What the heck are you doing? This isn't a public pool!"

He tosses his top on the floor and shrugs.

"I," he starts. His voice deepens, "Want to climb in there with you."

I'm stumped. I can't find anything to say. I madly blush until my cheeks hurt. I cover my face when he unbuttons his jeans. Oh my... I shut my eyes and pray.

After, I feel him come in the tub as the water ripples. I bring my knees to my chest and peek through my fingers. Trim sits opposite from me in the tub. His face expression doesn't change. My embarrassment doesn't diminish. I grab the small bar of soap and throw it at him. He catches it fast to my disappointment.

He motions his hand for me to come closer to him. I don't move. I just look away. Then he snatches my forearm and drags me. I try to protest and turn my back to him but my heart is racing too quickly. I feel him softly kiss the back of my neck. I've never found myself in this situation with a boy. 

He's naked! I'm naked! Oh my. I panic in my head. He pulls my arms away from me. I freeze up in his hold when his hands reach up and cup my chest. I close my eyes shut. I do want him to touch me this way. I just wish I wasn't so nervous about it. Trim lifts me onto his lap. Suddenly, his hand slices between my knees, spreading my legs apart. I open my eyes and tense up even more. I feel the ends of his fingers on my sensitive spot. I inhale sharply at the new sensation. No one's ever touched me like this before.

"Trim..." I practically whisper. 

I'm scared it's going to hurt, but he reassures me with his kisses. He takes his time, sliding his fingers back and forth. After, it made me loosen up in his arms. He watches carefully every move I make. He knows the impact he has on me. I'm in a state of total pleasure but have a hard time staying still, even though he's clutching my hips down to his. Then, he pushes two fingers inside of me and I moan at the invasion. Trim watches my reaction and continues working his hands all over my body. I pant for air as my moans get louder. I smack my hand across my mouth, embarrassed at the sounds escaping my throat. I feel so vulnerable. He takes my hand away.

"I want to hear you feel good," he speaks softly. He goes deeper, making my back to arch.

I never realized how good it can feel. He pulls his hand from me and turns me around to kiss him.