Blood Rush

Chapter Five: Bedroom Romp

They should have been trying to get some sleep. Deedee could smell the sex and sweat from the nightly escapade between the two of them from under the Arkham Bridge, and his facial expressions had been popping up in her head. The urges alone made the familiar ache of need begin to throb between her legs. While Jerome had managed to fall asleep, snoozing beside her, Deedee bit her lip, knowing what laid underneath the cotton blanket shared by both of them. How interesting it would be to catch him off guard? Jerome was a smart man, good reflexes; it was hard to catch him.

Deedee slowly shimmied her way down the bed under the blanket, only pausing when she thought that Jerome would turn over. Her eyes loomed over his cock between his legs, and she bit her lip hesitantly. She thought of the noises he had made during intercourse—she'd like to hear him whimper in the dark at the hands of her own doing. Jerome was a light sleeper, though; would he wake? One way to find out.

She positioned herself between his legs. Her eyes glanced at his strong, stomach, a layer of muscle flecked with a trail of ginger hair. She licked his stomach, testing to see just how much of a light sleeper he was. A small kiss along the sexy dip of his hips. Jerome didn't wake. Deedee lowered her head to gently kiss the head of his cock. Smooth, and there was a remnant taste of her own sex on him.

A shiver ran up her spine.

If Mother walked in, she'd have a damn near conniption fit at the sight of a head bobbing up and down under the blanket while her son snoozed in the same bed, only to pull the blanket aside to see her daughter boffing him off. Perhaps it would kill her, Deedee thought with a wicked smile.

Deedee licked the shaft of Jerome's cock. It responded with a semi-erection—a small noise came from Jerome, a quiet moan. Deedee wondered if it had been involuntary or if he was aware of what was going on. Either way, the moan made Deedee want to keep going. She tenderly wrapped her fingers around his cock, slowly moving her hand up and down—her lips kissed the head. His cock hardened under her touch, and she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking the tip gently. A small bit of pre-cum oozed out, and she licked up.

A quiet whimper escaped his lips, and Jerome's legs moved slightly. Deedee sucked just a bit harder. The ache slowly returned, a subtle throb between her legs—Jerome uttered a soft growl, a very distinct, "Oooh." He might have woken from Deedee's suction of her mouth, but she continued to stroke him, and she took him in her mouth, sliding her tongue from the head to the base of his cock.

Jerome's hips slightly bucked. She saw his long, pale fingers curl in the sheets. Another moan from him lit a fire Deedee's stomach. That's it, Jerome. Just let me do it. Just enjoy it.

"Deedee…" Jerome's hoarse, sleepy voice came from above the blanket.

Deedee kissed the tip of his cock, and she muttered against his flesh, "Shhh."

A hand settled on top of her head over the blanket.

Jerome opened his eyes to see his sister's head slowly bobbing up and down. He glanced furtively at the locked door of their bedroom. If that bitch came in and interrupted whatever Deedee wanted to happen right now, he'd have to kill her right on the spot. It felt so good. Jerome pursed his lips shut as he felt a moan try to escape, uttering a small whimper from his throat.

Deedee heard his struggling moan, and she grinned wickedly as she took Jerome's cock into her mouth again, sliding along his shaft to deep throat him for just a second—Jerome cursed under his breath. Deedee choked slightly.

"Deedee…" Jerome whispered.

"Jerome, if you're any louder, we'll be caught," warned Deedee.

Deedee sighed, and then climbed on top of him, keeping the blanket over their naked bodies. Jerome unclenched his fingers from the sheet and slipped a hand between them.

She was wet. And hot.

Jerome bit his lip. If they were caught, they'd both receive such a beating, and probably not just one from Lila—but perhaps one from each Circus carnie.

Of all the sideshows in the Circus, not a single one involved incest.

Deedee began to slide her wet pussy against his hard cock teasingly, smirking at him. She collected his wandered hands and pinned them against the headboard of the bed, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "We have to be quiet. I was going to wait until tomorrow night. But I can't."

"I can see that," said Jerome sarcastically.

Deedee rolled her eyes. "Come on…"

Jerome didn't object. Deedee positioned his cock at her entrance, and then slowly descended, slipping him inside of her—

Jerome let his head fall back to the pillow, biting his bottom lip to restrain a moan from leaving his throat—Deedee leaned forward and bit down on his shoulder to keep hers at bay. They pulled the blanket tighter around them, but even if someone did walk in, the movement of the comforter would be a clear giveaway of what they were doing. Deedee swayed her hips leisurely, pulling him inside only to draw away, thrusting slowly enough to stop the old twin bed from rocking.

To Deedee's delight, he uttered the growling "Oooh" as he had done so earlier, a delicious sound.

"Is this how you like it, do you?" Deedee whispered in his ear. "Such a slow torture, isn't it?"

It was an interesting way to describe it, but she was right. The build up was too good. Jerome gestured with his chin, "On your back."

Deedee shrugged and rolled off him. Jerome pulled the blanket over his head as he disappeared under the covers. Deedee glanced at the door quickly, making sure the knob wasn't turning. She felt Jerome push her legs up by the knees. Then to her surprised delight, she felt the tip of his wet tongue flick across her clit. Deedee reached under the blanket to stop Jerome, grabbing him by his jaw,

"No, you can't. I can't stay quiet—"

"Then this should be good practice for you," Jerome said in a low voice. "Move your hand."

"Jerome…"

"Move it, I said."

The stern finality in his voice, the control in his tone made it an opportunity that she couldn't resist. Against better judgement, Deedee moved her hand away as he had demanded, and she laid her head on the pillow with her eyes closed, wordlessly making a promise to keep her moans to a minimum.

Jerome had an idea that she wouldn't be able to remain silent, but selfishly, he didn't want her to. He wanted her to squirm, to plead for release. Slow torture, she said. He'd show her a slow torture. Jerome found the swollen bud upon her pretty mound. He held her legs open in case she would suddenly close them, cutting off access. He noticed something moving in his peripheral vision, and he saw her fingers clutching the edges of the blanket, bracing herself. Jerome smirked at the corner of his mouth.

Deedee's heart began to race.

His tongue licked her clit. She gasped to herself—it alone felt good, like a jolt of electricity along her spine. Deedee felt a wave of goosebumps cover her legs. A finger teased her entrance—another flick across her clit…

"Jerome…" Deedee warned him.

"You're so wet…" was what she heard him say from under the covers. Deedee pinched her eyes shut. The way he spoke to her, it felt so deliciously illegal. She heard him licking his fingers. He was tasting her. Deedee reached under the covers—Jerome caught her by the wrist, moving her objecting hand away. "Lie still," he said.

Perhaps whatever happened under the Arkham Bridge had brought out a whole different side of him. Deedee liked this side of him. She might have been older, but clearly in this new relationship dynamic, he was in control.

Jerome slipped a finger inside her.

"I can feel you clenching…" he said.

"It feels so good…" Deedee muttered through gritted teeth as he slowly moved his middle finger in and out of her. Her hips tried to buck—Jerome pulled his hand away. "Don't…"

"If you move, I'll stop." Jerome told her. "I said lie still."

"But…" Deedee's voice had been reduced to a small whine, her hips trying to find him. "Okay…" she resigned reluctantly. "Okay…"

For a moment, he didn't do anything. Then her relief came as she felt his tongue slip inside her pussy.

"Oh…" she whispered.

He uttered a sound of approval, as he tasted her, his lips suckling along her entrance. She felt the vibration of his voice against her, and it almost sent her over the edge. Jerome replaced his mouth with a single digit, teasing her with a gentle motion; he could feel her clenching, and he heard her gasping, unable to silent and stay still.

Perhaps if Mother woke up, she'd assume that her 'Prophet Whore' daughter was masturbating while her brother slept beside her. It probably would have been easier to accept than her brother finger-fucking his sister.

Jerome suckled on Deedee's clit.

"Yes…" Deedee moaned, her hands wrapping furiously around the edges of the blanket. "Oh, like that, Jerome…"

"Shh…" Jerome cooed against her heated flesh.

He slipped in a second finger, still pumping in and out of her slowly—Deedee gasped, and her hips bucked. Jerome forgave her movement, owing to the moment. Deedee lifted her legs, placing her knees over Jerome's shoulders. He wanted to stop and mount her, but the "slow torture" was getting him off alone. She was a puddle in his hands, and he liked this side of her. So submissive, a quivering mess as he felt the tightening grasp of her core around his fingers.

Deedee moaned his name out loud.

Jerome wanted her to scream it, and at this point of the night, he'd have welcomed letting Lila know exactly what was happening in the room next to hers.

"I'm so close," Deedee mewled. "I'm so close. Please, don't stop…"

Her moans came out as whining whimpers.

Jerome pulled the covers off his head, allowing him to breathe. Deedee's face was a glorious, pained expression of repressed pleasure under his command. He moved to hover over her, moving his fingers inside of her quickly—He gazed down at her with anticipation, watching her facial expressions as he built her climax. Deedee reached up and grabbed him around the neck; even when her fingers tightened around his throat, he kept finger-fucking her.

Deedee's moans became louder, bucking her hips against his hand. The sounds of wet penetration filled the room. Just as she was about to come, Jerome pulled his hand away.

With that decision, Deedee released his neck—and to Jerome's surprise, she slapped him across the face. SMACK!

Jerome stared at her, rubbing his cheek. According to Deedee's expression, she was just as surprised as he was.

"That…" Jerome said, trying to find the words to express his opinion about it. "That was strangely pleasant…"

Deedee stared at him in turn. "What?"

Jerome lowered his face to hers. "Do it again…"

Deedee hesitated. "You want me to hit you?"

"If you don't, I'm not doing anything else," Jerome said with a passive shrug.

Deedee smacked him—SMACK!—and he rubbed his cheek again. For a moment, Deedee had thought that he had just been jesting. But then Jerome climbed on top of her, spreading her legs to allow him room. Interesting. Deedee gasped as Jerome's hand seized her throat—his grip was tighter than before, but she felt warmth spread through her body. All right, so he liked to be slapped and she liked to be choked…hard, apparently…in this incestual relationship. What a tale, indeed.

Jerome shoved his cock inside of her without little warning.

Deedee cried out. Jerome didn't wait for her pussy to adjust to his size; instead, he began to pull out and shove hard into her. Hard and fast, the way she wanted it. Jerome covered her mouth with his, as her long, pleasurable moans increased in volume, slipping his tongue between her lips in a hard kiss. Deedee wrapped her legs around his waist and her walls clenched around him.

Jerome pulled away from the kiss and placed his mouth against the shell of her ear, clamping a hand around her mouth,

"This is how you like it, isn't it?" His own voice shifted into a moan as her body began to convulse under him in a hard climax.

He moved his hand an inch from her mouth and she mewled her answer, "Yes, oh—"

He shoved his hand over her mouth mid-sentence. Deedee's eyes rolled back in her head as he slammed into her, rocking the bed. Even as she came, he kept riding it out. She was getting tired, her legs falling away from his waist. Her moans became breathless gasps as he shoved his cock deep inside of her.

"God, why do you feel so good…" Jerome uttered through gritted teeth.

Deedee bit her lip.

"I'm coming again…" she whispered, arching her back. "Harder."

Jerome grabbed her by the hips, pulling her along with him. He pulled out only half way out to shove his cock with a brutal thrust. Deedee's breathless moan turned into a scream, and at this point, whatever would happen—it was going to happen. He was making her scream, and it was music to his ears. She clamped down hard around him, her whole body seized stiff—and Jerome fell onto her chest, his body tensing as he climaxed inside of her—he moaned in her ear, cursing as he did.

Then they went still.

Breathless gasps of air from both of them as Jerome laid on top of her, dripping in sweat. Then the two of them glanced at the door as the door knob tried to turn. The door was locked. It couldn't open. But then a small click—

And to Deedee and Jerome's surprise, the door flew open.