I wiped the condensation from the bathroom mirror and leaned close, applying my mascara in the small window I'd made on the glass. The room was full of steam and the smell of shampoo and soap.
"How can you take a hot shower in this weather?" I said, capping my mascara and leaning in even closer, scrutinizing my face. I'd had a shower a half hour ago and could already feel a thin film of sweat on my back; it was going to be another hot day.
Stefan made a sleepy noise, turned the water off and slid the curtain back with a metallic zing. He reached for a towel and I glanced his way, letting my eyes wander over his naked body. We'd been together for years, and he never failed to make something else stir inside me, something warm and alive—all he had to do was smile and I'd feel it all through my body. Maybe it was because he was a vampire.
"Morning, baby," he said smiling, wiping the water from his eyes with the towel.
I turned when he stepped out of the shower and we exchanged a quick kiss. I felt the vague rush of arousal at his naked body and all the familiar details.
"Morning," I said, dragging my eyes from his face. "You'd better hurry—it's almost quarter to."
I left the bathroom, finished dressing and returned five minutes later to find Stefan brushing his teeth lazily, staring at his reflection as he did, looking for all the world like he was ready to go to bed, not start his day.
"I'm leaving without you if you're not ready in twenty minutes," I said with genuine irritation.
He made some noise around his toothbrush, acknowledgment or argument, and watched me as I took a few minutes to check my hair.
I looked my body over, smoothed my blue skirt, and turned around to consult the full length mirror on the wall behind us. It had taken me forever to pick the right outfit—something professional looking without being boring, and light enough that I stood a chance of getting to work without being soaked with sweat.
I was applying for a new position at work. My interview was in an hour and a half. I knew I had a pretty good chance of getting it, but I was still nervous. I fussed with the buttons of my blouse, adjusted the collar, and studied the way the fabric hugged my breasts. I hoped I didn't look trashy with a little cleavage showing, but I also wanted to keep a little sex appeal in my outfit, just in case it helped.
Stefan moved to the sink and I couldn't help watching his body from behind as he bent to rinse his mouth. He'd barely dried off. I could see the beads of water on his skin. I wanted to run my finger across his back, joining them like a dot-to-dot. I wanted to feel the smooth warmth of his skin under mine, to crawl back in bed and make love instead of going to work.
He straightened, running his hand through his hair carelessly, and saw me looking. He smiled and I felt it inside; a tug of desire that anchored in my belly and pulled like a tide between my legs. I hastily returned my attention to my reflection.
He turned, watching me scrutinize my outfit in the mirror.
"Do I look...professional?" I asked uncertainly, turning to view myself from the side, hoping my ass didn't look too big beneath the linen fabric of my skirt. "Hire-able?"
"I'd hire you," he said, stepping beside me and taking my arm, pulling me away from my reflection. "For all kinds of things."
He brought me close, his hands slipping to my waist. I knew the water from his skin was soaking into my clothes, and was almost annoyed, but his lusty eyes held mine and my annoyance was quenched by excitement. Only a few seconds of contact and I was already growing warm and aroused. He kissed me softly, with an open mouth, his tongue slipping over my lower lip; all animal appetite, no subtlety.
"Especially very naughty things," he said in a low voice. I laughed, even though I didn't want to. "Wicked things."
He kissed me again and I felt a tingle in my stomach, felt my body wanting to yield, to let it happen.
He pressed me against the bathroom wall and starting hiking up my skirt. If I let him, he'd be inside me in a matter of minutes, pushing hard in that needy way he always had, like he hadn't fucked in years, though it had probably been less than 24 hours since we had. I loved that—even when he caught me off guard—I loved his needy desire. It never failed to get me wet.
But I couldn't be late to work this morning.
I reluctantly pushed his hands away.
"Stefan, don't." I turned my head away from his kiss but he just slid his open mouth to my throat and I sighed, despite myself. I pressed my hands against his bare chest and pushed him hard, but it only made him press against me more. "Come on—I don't have time for this today."
He ran his tongue over my skin, up to my ear, and sucked my earlobe, earring and all, into his lips. "Just a quick one?" he said, bringing his mouth back to mine. I was still pushing against him, but with much less effort. "For good luck?" I moaned as he searched my mouth with his tongue and for a second did nothing as his hands pulled my skirt higher, his hot palms cupping my ass.
"Oh fucking hell," said a voice from the doorway. "Don't you two ever stop?"
Stefan's older brother Damon stood in the doorway, scowling sleepily. I quickly pushed Stefan's hands away and smoothed my skirt. Stefan just sighed and stepped back, his cock half erect and pointing comically in his brother's direction.
"Jesus, Stefan, what's your problem?" He looked away pointedly, radiating irritation. "Just get out, already."
I felt embarrassed to have been caught, but more than that I felt bad for Damon. I knew my living in the boarding house was hard for him. A constant reminder of the love of his life, Katherine. The woman who had made both him and his brother into vampires. I could tell by the way he sometimes looked at me that I reminded him of her, and that it was painful for him.
I felt bad for him, he was a good guy. I could tell he was as embarrassed as he was annoyed, and I knew it had to be hard to see his brother and me together when it reminded him of their romance with Katherine all those years ago. I knew he missed her.
"Sorry, Damon," I said quietly as I squeezed past him and ran downstairs.
I grabbed my bag, checked three times to make sure everything was in there I needed for the day, and called up the stairs for Stefan.
He came down as I was putting on my shoes, looking sexy and totally at ease in his faded jeans and t-shirt. He patted my backside as he passed, slid his feet into his boots, and followed me out the door into the summer heat.
"I feel bad for Damon," I said once we'd both settled in his car. "He's so depressed."
"He's not," Stefan said casually. "He just needs to get laid."
I rolled my eyes, not bothering to look at him. "Sex isn't the solution to everything, Stefan."
He didn't answer, but I knew he was smiling at me, probably even ogling my ass. I turned my head after a minute and sure enough his eyes were sweeping down my body, a little smirk on his face.
"I wish we could do something for him," I said, ignoring Stefan's stare. "We could at least be more careful."
This morning wasn't the first time Damon had happened upon me and Stefan making out. Stefan was impulsive and if not always horny, he certainly didn't take much persuading to get in the mood. He found it nearly impossible to not touch me when I was near enough, and once he touched me, he had a hard time not moving closer, touching me more, seeing how quickly he could get me turned on and undressed. I had a little more self-control than he did, but once he started kissing me, not much more.
"You could sleep with him," he said. I looked at him sharply, Trying to judge if he was serious by his sly grin.
"What did you say?"
"I said you could sleep with him; that would cheer him up."
"Oh shut up, Stefan," I said laughing.
"I'm serious, Elena. He misses Katherine, he needs to get over it. If you slept with him he'd forget all about her."
I laughed again, staring at him. "You really think, don't you? Sex would make everything better?"
"Not just sex, Elena. Sex with you." His tongue darted out from between his lips to wet them. "If he got laid by you, he'd snap right out of it."
"You're not serious," I said, but I knew he was. "Tell me you're not."
Stefan leaned a little closer to me, his voice dropping slightly, "We could break up, you and me, and you could go to him for comfort, do some hot rebound fucking." I stared at him, in disbelief. "And after you guys are done, we could get back together." He let his mouth stretch in a smile and raised his eyebrows meaningfully. "You know how good make-up sex is."
The thought of sleeping with Damon, I couldn't say that I'd never thought about it before, and I couldn't deny the appeal of the idea. After all, Katherine had enjoyed them enough to want to keep them both. But I didn't want to be Katherine, it was bad enough that I looked like her. I never wanted to come between them the way she had. That's why I tried very hard to ignore the attraction I felt towards the older Salvatore. But if Stefan was volunteering...
"There's something wrong with the way your brain works, Stefan." I said decidedly.
"Think of good that would make him feel, Elena, to be pursued by you," Stefan continued, now sounding like he had only his brother's happiness in his mind. "I know you've seen the way he looks at you, and if you think that's only about your resemblance to Katherine, you're wrong". Now he was stroking my ego. "Mmm, I think getting to fuck you—that would be one hell of a boost to his self-esteem. I know he wants you, I've seen the way he looks at you, and I know my brother. You think you make him miss her, but that's not it, Elena. He loves you too. And it tortures him that he can't have you."
I continued to stare at him, at the expression on his face that told me he was serious. He leaned a little closer, and dropped his voice a little more so it slithered warmly into my ear.
"Besides, it would be so fucking hot—the two of you together. You fucking Damon..."
"You're serious?" I laughed, but it was a nervous laugh, one that couldn't hide an excitement I suddenly felt. "What—do you want to watch or something?"
He smiled, knowing he had my interest, and nodded slowly.
I wasn't about to admit it to him, but the idea was of being with Damon was very exciting, but I wasn't so sure about having an audience.
"You're such a perv, Stefan." I wasn't able to hide my amusement.
He smiled again and looked at me levelly. "I'm dead serious, Elena."
I stared at him for a few seconds as he watched my reaction, a smile frozen on his face. It wasn't really that surprising that the idea turned him on, I realized. Most things turned Stefan on, and his tastes definitely leaned toward the voyeuristic, but watching me have sex with his brother?
"You're crazy," I said finally, shaking my head like I was trying to shake the attractive image that had leaped up uninvited, of Damon, shirtless and messy-haired first thing in the morning. "We're here," I said as we pulled up to my office.
He shifted, and kissed my cheek.
"Good luck at the interview, baby."
He gave me a big, sincere smile, and made sure his hand made contact with my ass as I slid out, his smile turning to a grin as I walked down the sidewalk.
The next two weeks, Stefan kept bringing it up, slipping it into conversation, whispering in my ear, as we were having sex. At first he played on my ego, building up his brother's attraction to me, but eventually he became explicit about how much he wanted to see his brother and me together.
I didn't exactly tell him to stop, but I didn't encourage his fantasies when he brought them up either. I kept telling him he was crazy, laughing it off, but now I was noticing Damon in a much more real way than I had before, now that I could let my guard down and really consider it as a possibility.
I found Damon attractive as he always seemed a little more dangerous than Stefan. More sensual. He always had a glint in his eye like he was thinking something naughty. I always had a thing for the bad boys.
And then there was the way he looked at me. It was impossible not to feel something with those blue eyes seemingly gazing into your soul
Stefan had been right; Damon felt something for me. I had no doubt once I started noticing—his eyes were often too slow to look away when I caught him watching me. It thrilled me to my very center, stirring up an excited curiosity when he was around.
I didn't tease him, but Stefan did—with my body. If Damon was around Stefan would find some way to draw attention to me, to my body, sometimes flat out remarking I looked sexy in whatever it was I was wearing at the time, asking Damon if he agreed, and more than once he left the bedroom door open while we were having sex, knowing Damon was home and could hear everything, even if he wasn't trying to with his vampire hearing.
On the Friday I got the call that I'd been offered the job, I called Stefan and he said he'd take me out to celebrate after work. He took me to The Grill and did his best to get me drunk while he continued to try to convince me sleeping with Damon was the solution to all the world's problems.
Between my elation at having gotten the job and the numerous beers I'd had, I was feeling pretty good—confident, a little reckless—and Stefan knew it, but he still looked surprised when I finally said I'd do it.
"Let's go," I said, moving to stand, wobbling a little on my heels. "Let's go home right now and I'll fuck his brains out."
For a second Stefan just gaped, and then he grinned like an idiot and we were out of there like a flash.
I hadn't been entirely serious. I guess I'd assumed Stefan liked the idea of me sleeping with his brother, but would stop it before anything actually happened. I figured he'd get off on the taboo, and that would be enough. So I played it up on the walk home—telling him how hot it made me to think of him watching me fuck his brother. I thought it was a game and I was playing along, but when we got home it became obvious he'd been serious and was now more determined than ever to see it happen.
He pinned me to the boarding house door before we went in, and kissed me with so much passion it hurt. His hands were everywhere, grasping and stroking, finally settling up under my skirt to tug at the waistband of my panties. He bent and quickly slipped them down my thighs, making me lose my balance and fall against him. He stripped them off and straightened, but didn't push me against the door again to fuck me like I thought he would. Instead, he steadied me and slid my panties into his pocket, grinning, kissed me once more and opened the door.
I could hear the TV, which meant Damon was home. Stefan led me toward the sound, his fingers gripping my hand tightly, and we found a shirtless Damon sitting on the couch, watching TV. He barely reacted when we came in, only lifting his eyes once without saying a word. I noticed there was an empty bottle of bourbon on the floor beside him; we weren't the only ones a little drunk.
Stefan met my eyes meaningfully and led me to the chair, pulling me onto his lap as he fell into it. I landed with my legs over the arm of the chair, my feet dangling above the floor.
We kissed for a few minutes, softly and wetly, and I wondered if Damon was watching, surprised to find how much I hoped it was true. Stefan's hand moved to my knee and pushed it down so one of my legs fell atop his, my thighs parting. He drew my skirt up and slipped his hand right over my shaved pussy. I gasped against his mouth and for a second was lost in the kiss and light touch of his fingers on my skin before I remembered Damon. Was he watching?
I turned, drawing my mouth from Stefan's and shivered at the look on Damon's face—his gaze locked on my open thighs and the movement of his brother's fingers. I wondered how much he could see from his vantage point. Did Stefan's hand block his view or was he watching his brother's finger slip between my swollen labia?
I sighed with pleasure at the touch and the thought that he was watching. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again I saw Damon looking at my face. He caught my gaze and held it. I sighed again, thrilled far more than I had expected I'd be.
"Mmm baby, you're so wet," Stefan growled into my ear, his voice low. He slid his finger along the length of my slit, picking up the wetness and spreading it over my skin. "So fucking wet."
He kissed my neck and slid his finger deep inside me without so much as a cursory circle at the entrance. I groaned and squirmed against him.
"Did you see?" Stefan whispered. "He can't look away."
I groaned and looked at Damon again. He was staring resolutely at us, and he took another drink of the bourbon in his hand without looking away.
"What a naughty tease you are." I could hear the smile in Stefan's voice. "Showing off your pussy to my brother like that."
He moved his finger slowly, drawing it out and pressing it in again, his breath hot on my ear.
"You're so wet, Elena. You're so hot for it—aren't you? You've been thinking about getting fucked by him for a while. I know you have. I know you want to him to touch you like this, like I'm touching you right now."
He drew his finger out and entered me again, pressing two fingers together and filling me fast. I groaned and arched my back, my eyes glued on Damon.
"Do you want him, baby?" Stefan's breath was a little faster than it had been a moment before. "Do you want Damon to fuck you? Hmm?"
I squirmed and, to my complete surprise, moaned out, "God, yes."
Damon heard this, his eyes flashing up at mine from where they had been, watching between my legs where Stefan was slowly, methodically, and with great restraint filling me again and again with his fingers. When he caught my eyes again, they drilled right to my center, penetrating me with a spiraling heat.
"Oh fuuuuck, yes," I moaned. I heard Stefan gasp against my ear and then he pulled his hand away and pushed me up, off his lap and over the arm of the chair where I caught myself, teetering unsteadily for a second before I got my balance and looked up at Damon.
I walked toward him, moving slowly through a fog of arousal and alcohol, and staring at his bare chest, impulsively lifted my own shirt up and over my head. I heard a stereo intake of breath from Stefan and Damon on either side of me. I let the shirt fall to the floor and in a few seconds was directly in front of Damon whose eyes were glued to the sight of my bare breasts.
