Hey there, it's the 29th of October – at least in this AU – and this chapter embraces the whole morning and afternoon of their first Monday as lovers.
Remember the Roller Coaster? I love roller coasters. Here is to you another one. Milder this time though.
It's a very long one, so take your time, make yourself comfortable and enjoy the ride.
CHAPTER 17 - ROCKET QUEEN
Part 1 - Interrogation
"You seeing it? He's doing it again!" Ashley exclaimed in excitement.
"You sure? Can you see him well?" Sheva wondered mirroring the same enthusiasm.
"Yes! I totally see him!" Ashley confirmed. "He's looking straight at our table!"
It was Monday and the girls had plenty to talk about: the most up to the minute gossips about the raging Wong-Birkin love affair – admittedly Ada had moved to Annette's apartment just to end up slamming her door and run away with travel bags and all only a week later, reportedly, chased by a hysterical blonde –, or the school-wide shock provoked by Wesker being spotted without sunglasses, predictable couple break-ups, cheating guys, bad hairstyle choices and, most importantly, plan what to do on the upcoming Halloween.
But when Chris Redfield was spotted peeping at their table for the umpteenth time in a row, everything else simply lost any importance.
"I say he is looking at me." Ashley declared, palming her own chest in a haughty manner.
"Pfffft! Please!" Rebecca scoffed, almost choking on her food "if he is looking at someone, then it must be Jill!"
"Becky, dear. Only because she has a crush on Chris it doesn't mean he must like her back!" Ashley pointed out, gaining a harsh look from the latter.
"Isn't it the same for you too, then?" Moira blatantly riposted, winking in complicity at Jill.
Ashley's forefinger dashed upwards ready to cast an offhanded retort, but that scornful avant-garde was left alone as the girl's tongue simply defected, for she couldn't muster anything good to fire back.
"Girls! What's all the fuss about?" Claire intervened as she heard her brother's name being spelled.
"Are you deaf? Your brother has put his sights on someone in this table! We already talked about that! Remember?"
Shit.
Claire bit her tongue.
It must have happened while Chris was me.
"Yeah I remember but... I don't think he's doing what you think."
"Yeah... Yeah... Claire. You already told us the he's-doing-it-for-his-friend bullshit!" Sheva said mocking her voice "But as Carlos told me -"
"Oh, so you let him use his tongue to speak sometimes?" Rebecca sassily joked, well informed about how passionately Sheva would continuously be necking with her boyfriends. "That's impressive!"
Sheva clicked her tongue and continued "As Carlos told me… Kevin is currently dating a girl down in Arklay City, Piers as far as he knows is gay, Leon has a crush on Claire and, however, he's the type of guy that takes what he wants by himself. And, obviously, Carlos is mine. So it's not them. So, it must be Chris and only him. So Ashley might be right."
Claire's eyes darted to Rebecca.
Leon had been Rebecca's crush for years – since that one time she had literally crushed onto him during an awkward P.E. shared lesson. The shocking revelation that Sheva had just bleated out straight at her face had struck her like gunfire. The brunette tried to dissimulate her keen hurt but a rising blush betrayed her inner feelings. Claire could only imagine the kind of sorrow that pervaded her friend in that very moment.
Poor angel.
Claire felt she had to make up for Sheva's carelessness and comfort her friend. But how? Officially, she had no links to anyone in her brother's gang, whereas Carlos was... he was one the bros! If there were anything to know, Carlos was a too much reliable source to be refuted! Sheva had got it straight from the horse's mouth! No, Claire couldn't totally deny the statement as she wished. She could only sugar the pill.
"So, so, so… bla, bla, bla!" Claire mocked. "You're damn wrong, Sheva. Chris told me Leon hasn't a crush on me! He used to… but... but… no more!"
Weak. Claire glanced at Rebecca many times while speaking but the girl remained silent and preferred looking down at her plate, fiddling with the leftovers, for she had abruptly lost any appetite.
"Pfft!" Ashley scornfully laughed. "As if Leon would be so stupid to confess to Chris his crush on you!"
Claire glared a pissed look at the blonde and badly kicked her ankle under the tabletop. Don't make things worse, Ash!
Ironically though, Ashley couldn't know that Leon – unawares – did confess his crush to Chris but in a very... peculiar and... direct way!
"Anyway, that doesn't matter." Sheva was irremovable. "As I said, Leon would peep by himself."
"Oh c'mon, girls!" Claire exclaimed, feeling more and more backed to a corner. She sought desperately for some back-up at least from Jill or Moira, but uselessly. Moira couldn't care less about anything concerning boys and Jill, well, she was too busy in denying herself how she longed for the glancing boy to pay any attention. "Are we still in the Nineteenth century? Guys don't do such things anymore! If they're interested in someone they'd text not steal looks!"
"Why don't you look yourself, my ginger Damsel?"
Claire, grimaced at that stupid nickname and, slanting on her seat, she looked in the direction of the guys' table. Chris was talking to Piers – about something amusing for sure according to his focused gaze. She'd soon have chirped her victorious "I told you so" hadn't he glanced at her with such a sudden shift of his gorgeous eyes that she almost gasped. In the very moment their looks met he widely beamed one of his usual seductive smiles and winked suggestively with his thick eyebrows, as if she had already been in his thoughts and he was surprised to catch her staring back.
Dammit. The girls were right. They had told her so!
For three whole school weeks she had been doing quite the same. Repeated glances (if not real prolonged stares), loaded with the intensity of Chris's eyes and delivered with the precision of a Swiss clock. Only exception: her looks had been anything but salacious. Maybe the girls had been too focused in arguing about who fake Chris was staring at to notice how damn broken and scared and nervous the fake boy looked back then.
Dammit squared! The consequences of that fucking body swap were far from being over!
"So, Claire... You know what to do!" Ashley said, the satisfaction of being right feeding up her ego.
"What you mean?"
"You have to discover who he's interested in! That's quite obvious." Ashley pointed out.
"What?!" Claire squeaked. "You can forget it!"
"Oh come on!... what's the use of being friend with the hottest guy's sister then?" Ashley cynically questioned.
"I love you too, blondie." Claire jibed, eyes squinted in scorn, sticking her tongue out at the girl's cheesy smirk.
"OH MY GOD!" Ashley gushed, as a sudden realization lighted up in her head. To prevent the unfortunate occurrence that a rarest logic thought would escape her skull, she even covered her open mouth with a hand. "Oh God... You already know!" an accusing finger pointing straight between the ginger head eyes.
"No, I don't!" Claire remonstrated.
"Yes you do. It's me right?"
Claire was too annoyed by her friend's arrogance and coldly answered "No, it's not you."
Ashley was disappointed, her pride hurt but got to shrug in disdain "His loss."
"So... uhm… if you say so..." the feeble voice of Rebecca mumbled, soon gaining the attention of the whole table. "If you say that it's not Ashley... it means that someone must be!" She seemed to have recovered from the strike and now she was back to her typical investigative manners.
"Well... uh..." Claire faltered.
She wanted to cut off her own tongue now and swallow it. The more she tried to avoid answering the more her friends would make their theories.
"Ok. Let's reason a bit." Rebeck Holmes cleared her throat and shifted on her seat ready to solve the case. She was back and determined to support Jill's cause. Using her fork as a teacher's wand, she began pointing at every girl. "Sheva is taken. Moira is lesbian. Claire is sister. Ashley is... not. It remains only Jill and me. Now, I think that my... hopeless crush on Leon is quite evident for anybody" and she didn't spare a subliminal circular glare. "Chris included. So he knows I'm out of the market. And by the way, I've been to your house a billion times, Claire, and he never showed any sign of interest. So if two plus two is four..."
Everybody's eyes shifted on Jill, who found herself encircled by a display of a pretty wide selection of facial expressions: there was the expectant one, the curious, the poisonous, the amused, the satisfied. Hers was plain bored.
"Stop talking shit, Beck!" an unimpressed Jill said ignoring the pregnant looks on her and kept picking at her food.
"It makes sense, sweetie!" Rebecca insisted, exaggerating a blink.
Claire only wanted to tell it wasn't Jill and put an end to that absolutely unfounded talk, but Becky's reasoning was too good to be easily overcome. If she said it was not even Jill, everyone would have either thought she was making fun of them or that it was Rebecca. Both options were to avoid.
Her silence was taken like a wrongful assent.
"Jill?!" Ashley squawked in shock. It took her few blinks to recover from the upset. "Chris with… Jill?! What an awkward couple would that ever be?"
"Yeah Chris with Jill!" Jill snapped, slamming the fork on the plate. She had enough of that shit and simply lost her cool – such an unusual thing for her. "That awkward couple would be a million times better than you with whoever guy! Stop your irritating shit-storming Ash! You're throwing shit at me only 'cause Claire said it's not you!"
"Oh please, Jill. I'm mot insulting you! I'm just saying that..."
"That...? That Chris would never be attracted by me?" Jill barked. "You know what? If he'd ever ask me out I would tell him yes a hundred times!" And suddenly realising how too much of her most intimate feelings she had revealed (even to herself), she tried to remedy adding a stuttered "a-at least to p-prove you wrong and make you shut the fuck up!"
The usually quiet Jill Valentine would spare no one when pissed off. This was one of those rare times when the brunette would harshly spit fire like a furious dragon and… freeze the atmosphere all around the table. A sullen silence fell over them.
Claire tried to soothe the unease saying that whoever Chris may be interested in it wasn't actually any of their business. If Chris would start dating anyone he would surely ask the girl out without stupid "peeping".
She acted a little offended, just to make her friends feel enough guilty to stop fighting. And it kinda worked as she even got Ashley to say a timid sorry! Inwardly, Claire was really proud of herself: she had become pretty good at keeping up appearances by telling little, innocuous... lies and innocent half-truths.
As soon as she had pacified the table though, no one less than Chris himself approached and asked his sister to follow him. Rolling her eyes at her bad luck – aware of the fact that his request would cause a tempest of questions when she'd be back – Claire swayed her hips behind him to the cafeteria door.
"What's up Chris?" She tiredly sighed.
He pulled her a little closer and talked low. "Do you like passion fruit?"
What the hell of a silly question is that?
"What?... passion fruit? I... don't know... I don't think I ever tried it. What is it? A tropical apple or something?" She shrugged, looking puzzled. "Why are you asking?"
He smiled and leaning down he whispered in her ear "Piers just talked me about a new type of condoms he tried and I was wondering if you'd like to try it as well..."
Despite enjoying his hot breath on her skin, she turned her head and looked quite astonished into his eyes "Chris! Are yo-"
"Hush baby! Speak low."
"Are you really asking me for sex in the middle of the school?" She whispered.
"Yep." He cockily smirked. "That's all I can do here though."
In fact, his whole body moved around her differently than the caring, rubbing, shivering bulk of muscles she had been seeing dance around herself lately, in the hottest moments of the last weekend. And it was plain evident to her that he was struggling to maintain a proper self-control.
She mirrored his same smirk and, tongue in cheek, she replied "You know you don't have to ask!"
"Babe, I'm a gentleman." He smiled.
"A gentleman who screwed me like there's no tomorrow." She susurrated.
"Well, you didn't seem to complain back then..."
"Who's complaining?" she laughed under her breath. "Man, Chris! You gave me the best sex of my life!"
There were no words for him to express how keenly he wanted to kiss her in that very moment. The mentioned intensity of his stare spoke for itself. Her beauty had this power to leave him speechless. Even if some very specific words were storming in his mind. But a speechless man can declare neither war nor love.
"So, are you gonna fuck me after school?" she cheekily asked, tapping on his chest. A rising heat from the pit of her belly gave her thrills at the mere thought of his hands over her.
"You don't even have to ask!"
Chris loved when she acted that racy. No matter how many people would be around. That surprisingly outspoken side of her was disclosing to him since their romantic fiction had become their reality. It was something he wasn't ever supposed to know – let alone taste on his skin. The sister he used to know had blossomed under his eyes into a femme fatale he had never met before, nor even had guessed would dwell into his lovely baby sister before their lives got twisted by destiny.
"I know. Just remember there's a little pussy waiting for you down here."
"Ffffffuck, Claire! You want me to get a hard-on right here?" he excitedly hissed at her tease.
When walking to their next class, Claire prodded at Rebecca's arm and stopped her, leaning with her beside the wall.
"Hey, Becky... I'm so sorry about what happened before..." she softly spoke.
"Don't worry Claire. It's fine."
"I know you're hurt... Sheva's been a bitch. She knows you have a crush on Leon. She shouldn't have said that."
"Actually what hurt me the most was that you knew about it but never told me." The girl muttered.
Claire saddened terribly. An arrow shoot straight in her throat would've been less painful than those words. She felt guilty. To make things even worse, she couldn't comfort her friend as she wished because none of the things occurred in those tormented last few weeks could be revealed.
"I didn't tell you because I... I thought it was the best thing to do." Claire defencelessly avowed.
"We're best friends, Claire. We shouldn't have secrets. Being lost for a guy who's lost for someone else isn't nice. I know you wanted to protect me but... I wish you told me."
Tell her what? Tell her about the stolen kiss on the veranda she had never received? Or about the taste of lips she had never touched? How could she tell her that it had been fake Claire to break the heart of her best friend's crush? That story might have saved their friendship, but what about Rebecca's heart? After all, Leon was convinced he had kissed (or tried to kiss) Claire!
Even though... Even though he had said to Chris that he was aware that "Claire doesn't even consider me". That meant he had set his mind (and heart) at rest once and for all, right? Right? There was still hope for Becky!
"I'm sorry. I knew about his crush… a couple of weeks ago from Chris, that's true. But it belongs to the past, now. It has been a... uh... a phase. It's already over now! Leon would never make a move on me! Chris assured me!"
"Is that supposed to sound cheering?" Rebecca lightly sneered.
Claire failed to muster any reply. Yeah?
"The fact that he fears Chris's reaction doesn't mean his crush is over." Rebecca acutely observed.
Part 2 – Exotic, erotic, idiotic
"Yeah, like that, baby." Chris heavily sighed, tilting his head back and relaxing his neck on the headrest. "Around the tip, just like that..." The wet, repetitive sound her mouth did was music to his ears and libido.
It was afternoon, about an hour to sunset, and the Redfield siblings had just parked Chris's car behind an old abandoned building by the farthest outskirts of the city. It was a rectangular grey edifice that once had been a refinery, then a confectionery factory and now, after many bankruptcies and ownership changes, was a decadent haunt for many couples of all ages looking for some intimacy out of home (let it be teen sweethearts or cheating married adults).
In such an unusual hour for having a tumble in the hay, their car was the only one around there, accurately hidden behind prickly bushes wildly grown between the holes in the concrete.
"Are you sure nobody can see us here?" Claire had asked as he had driven into the discarded industrial area.
"Trust me. It's safe." He had replied whilst driving through the run-down edifices, seeking a well secluded place for them.
"Have you already brought someone here?" she maliciously asked, not hiding her genuine curiosity.
Chris had coyly grinned and, with a shrug and a quirked eyebrow, he had said "I may have brought someone here before. What 'bout you? First time here right?"
She eagerly nodded, humming her yes.
Good. Chris wouldn't have easily swallowed the idea that somebody had brought her to such a solitary place to fuck her brains out away from prying eyes and ears. Truly hypocrite reasoning from someone who had done the same thing to way more than one girl.
But he was a good guy. A gentleman. The others might have been all potential rapists and certainly all a bunch of filthy sexual maniacs waiting only for a little sparrow to fall in their claws. But he was no monster. He'd have treated her with all regards. He'd have loved her.
"Brad once brought me in the mountainside, up in Raccoon Forest…" Claire began recounting, resting an elbow on the windowpane to fiddle with her ponytail "He said it was safe too but… by a chance a ranger didn't catch us!"
Besides her amused giggle for the memories of her misadventures with her ex, she heard Chris's teeth grit heavily and a glance at his jaw confirmed her that he hadn't liked that shortest story of her.
"C'mon don't be jealous!" she laughed, playfully smacking his arm.
"You know I hate that motherfucker!" he grumbled, grim and bothered.
"You mean sisterfucker!" Claire cackled, getting an unforgiven glare from her brother.
"Listen, I already have to tolerate he has gotten his hands on you, I don't want to know the details!"
"Details?! I'd have really few then as the ranger came pretty soon!" she conveyed. "Brad hadn't even the time to unhook my bra!"
"That asswipe doesn't even know what's below a bra let alone how to unclip it!" Chris scoffed.
Second smack. That wholly failed to take that mean grin away from his face. On that afternoon, Chris would have had way more than what that cosmic moron had tried to take from his sister months before on a similar situation.
"That asswipe knows how to bang other guys' sisters." Claire retorted, aware that it'd have provoked him even more. It was way too fun seeing Chris… being the usual super-jealous brother, not to take advantage of the chance to fuck with his patience.
"Remind me to bang his, then." he replied, taking the blow in his stride in dignity.
Claire didn't even bat an eye at his answer, she rather giggled even more amusedly, whereas he had grown peeved.
He despised her being so superficial at times. Dammit, they were there to make love, together, alone and she was talking about her ex even if only to joke and tease him! He may even be a jealous brother, but in that car he was a lover. Her lover. And he was more jealous than ever. He despised being the only one to be so involved in what they were going to do. He felt he was the asswipe. Even more than Vickers.
She was light, delicate, spontaneous and humorous but she really didn't seem to realize that, even if they hid for a refreshing shag at the end of a most boring school Monday, what they did was important and meaningful.
It was, at least for him.
After having deftly parked the car, Chris killed the engine and unfastened his safety belt but he made absolutely no moves towards her. He waited. He waited for Claire to take the initiative, to seek him, to show him she longed for him and she was as much involved as him.
She waited too, for few seconds, but when it was clear that Chris would not move, the doubt she had pushed it too much began blooming in her.
"Hey, sorry…" she said softly, smiling mildly and slanted to rake her fingers through his short strands. "I just wanted to tease you a little bit… you know you turn me on as fuck when you act jealous!"
"You know I hate thinking of you with someone else." Chris murmured. "It's not nice hearing you talk about these things…"
Claire raised a quick-witted eyebrow. "'Cause bringing me to the same place where you fucked the other girls is nice, isn't it?"
Touché. Square in the chest. She was damn right. It was definitely not romantic. Chris looked around at the frowzy desolation that surrounded them: scraped walls, rust dripped down the girders, weed all over and scattered rattletraps. Light years away from the kind of location she deserved. It all was so unworthy of her beauty! That was a place for whores, occasional sex, maybe even for a regular girlfriend or a friendly good lay but not for his princess. She was a rose in a dump and he had taken her there himself.
"Still… it's no big deal to me." she said, making him turn to have his enthralling look anew on her. "To me, being you and I is the big deal."
He smiled. He loved that roguish look she put up anytime she'd begin thinking something thrilling. He could read on her face that she was thinking of him nude and hard. And he loved her acting a bit jealous. Just a microscopic bit, yet it was satisfying.
"Come here, baby." he uttered with rough and warm voice, drawing her to him, to fuse their lips into a most desired kiss.
He pulled a little lever below the seat and shifted it all backwards, making room between himself and the steering wheel.
He hadn't to allude anything. Claire immediately sat astride upon him. If, on one hand, the sensuality imbuing each of her moves – from climbing on him to pulling off her blouse and stand only in her bra – turned him on even more, on the other hand though, he got even more jealous as he saw her so comfortably and confidently move inside the small car cockpit. She must have had more experience of car-fucks than that half a time with Bitch Vickers up in the mountains.
Her gentle leaning closer and adjusting better on his lap, drew him back to reality. She was so small and so sinuous against his portly mass. So white on his black hoodie, bright like a diamond on a darken velvet cushion.
Fuck Vickers and fuck exes.
Now it was the two of them, no one else. All that mattered in the world was on his lips.
The sun nearly lapped the dark skyline of the nearby Arklay mountains when, without stopping their passionate necking, Chris pulled out of his pocket a colourful and mysterious envelope that he carefully kept hidden in his palm.
Claire slowly broke their kiss and let her hand glide down on his forearm. "What you got here?" she quietly wondered as her eyes fell on that mysterious little thing almost wholly engulfed by his big hand. With her eyes asking for an unneeded permission, as she slid her fingers into his loose fist, she immediately recognized the square shape of a condom. She grabbed it to have a better look at it whilst his hungry lips kept grazing and nipping her face.
"Passion fruit!" she laughed, adjusting the strap of her bra that annoyingly kept falling down. "How the hell did you get to buy one already?"
"Piers handed me one at the cafeteria." he conveyed, grazing with his fingers the sweet, lightly traced cleft of her spine, in the middle of her back.
"So are you guys pushing condoms now?"
"Let's say we push safe love." he winked.
"And Piers is everybody's pusher, right?" she giggled.
"More or less… He takes safety seriously." he joked, growling out a laugh.
"Yeahaha! I remember when he gave Kevin a whole box of them only because he had seen him texting with a chick!"
Chris took the little package back in his hands and licked his lip. "This time I asked him for it."
"Why? You run out of them?" Claire demanded. "The one we forgot the other night is back into your nightstand!
"Yeah, I noticed it." he smiled and, clearing his throat, he timidly continued. "I wanted to take you a… tasty one." he slightly faltered. "You know… I'd like…"
"…A blow job." she whispered with honeyed voice, finishing his coy sentence.
It would be pretty hard to describe the warm tenderness that his shy smile, his hesitation in asking for oral sex, summoned in her soul. There was something in his gaze that ripped a sweet wound in her heart. But she didn't understand what. Actually, she had no clue of the reason why he had purchased a fruity scented condom.
"Chris, you haven't any STDs… we need no protection."
"It's not for protection..." Chris murmured. "I know you don't like sucking dicks so..."
Claire sucking dicks. Claire. My Claire. Sucking dicks. He shuddered inside. Awful choice of words.
"Why shouldn't I like it?" she asked, her piquant smile shining under her bouncing eyebrows. "Something named passion fruit shouldn't taste bad… though I'd rather taste you, instead!"
Chris looked pretty confused. Something was just wrong in his mind. While being Claire, he had heard Rebecca do lots – tons – of allusions about his sister's sex life, he knew she disliked oral sex! That was for sure! All of the details he had deduced around were the plain evidence! "But you always refused to do blow jobs to that shithead of you-know-who! I thought you hated them!"
"Are we talking about Vickers or… Voldemort?" she joked, laughing cheerfully.
"Voldemort would've been a hundred times better than that dickhead!" Chris huffed, not even amused by her irony. "Unfortunately, I mean Vickers." He eye-rolled.
Claire let out a gleeful laughter and looped her arms around his neck. "So now you like talking about my ex in the middle of a boner? Does it turn you on?"
"I'd rather chop my dick off!"
Both enjoyed a good laugh and a quick peck, just to drag them out of a slight embarrassment, but soon Claire became serious despite talking softly. "I didn't feel like it with Brad… well, there was something in him… I didn't really trust him, you know. I asked him for a condom but he said no." she sighed, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie. She tittered a little and added, badly mocking Brad's annoying voice "He used to say that getting head with a condom on is like racing with handbrake on: you're lucky if you even get started."
Despite she spoke and stroked him gently, Chris got pretty pissed off hearing those things. "He refused the condom?!" He roared. "He forced you to do it bareback?!"
"No, Chris, no!" Claire made haste to clarify. "We always used it! Always! He just didn't like it for blow jobs. That's it."
"I don't give a fuck about what he likes! You asked for it! He had to!" suddenly all the past desire to lay his hands on that idiot resurrected (as if it had ever died!). Claire had once told him Brad had never compelled her to do anything... the latest revelations proved quite the opposite. "Has he tried to force you to take him in your mouth? Tell me!" He asked, struggling to suppress his wrath and force his words out of his gritted teeth. He swore that if she said even only the "y" of yes, he'd have gently placed her back onto the passenger seat and streaked for three thousand miles straight only to kill that rapist bare hands.
Claire's smile became even more reassuring and sweeter. "No, never."
Chris intensely stared at her. She was sincere. His Claire would've never hidden him anything, let alone lie to him! Her sincerity had just saved a life. He let out a sound sigh of relief and nodded.
"Thank God." He quietly whispered as a heavy weight fell off his chest.
"I reckon that's why he cheated." She shrugged. "Someone else gave him what I didn't."
Thankfully there was not even the slightest trace of regret in her tone, or it'd have killed him for sure.
"He didn't deserve you." Nobody is worthy of you... but me.
He leaned onwards and kissed her, sinking his hands in her meaty butt-cheeks. The loyal knight pledging to never let anyone do any harm to his princess. On his lips, under his hands, she was safe, respected, worshipped, protected.
"You'll be my first." she murmured on his lips before her tongue would've been captured by his reverent love.
She felt him deeply breathe in and shift under her, drawing her to himself to tighten their already white-hot kiss and to get their bodies even closer. His big hands were all over her. She knew the idea of being her first was driving him wild and she felt him grow wilder under her.
She let him unclip her bra and throw it away. To Chris that had all the spicy taste of a revengeful blowout as he had already gotten where Vickers had miserably failed. He exulted inwardly.
Third base will be mine, you fucker!
"I'll be your first…" Chris muttered whilst she shifted off him and on the passenger seat, kneeling on it to get ready to go down on him. "… And you'll be my fift-heyheyheeeey… KIDDING! I'M KIDDING!" he shouted for the strong nip she did to his nipple as a rebellious protest for the bad taste of his joke.
"That was uncalled for." she growled tight-lipped.
"Sorry." he managed to utter among laughs, "but after all that talking about Vickermort I've got all the right to revenge!" he sneered, massaging his hapless and sore nipple, sure that his best smile would've convinced her to give up and forgive.
It worked. Claire looked at him with that particular gaze of hers, the impassioned one that he knew really well by then, and she unbuttoned his jeans. Her thin fingers moved silently, lightly and slowly, careful to do everything well and didn't let anyone of his to approach.
Soon he felt the cool air bite his burning hot member, already enough "awake" to quite stand up on his own. He relished in the sight of her delicate profile staring intensely at his penis, he was dying of anticipation to see her go down and take him in her mouth. He forgot to blink, or maybe he just didn't want to, not to miss any moment of her first time.
"Will you teach me if I do wrong?" she asked with a slightly childish voice, grabbing him.
"Sure thing. But I'm sure you'll do great."
As her lips grazed his most sensitive tip, Chris's eyes shut to open up only when he felt her glide down on his length. Uncountable were the times he had dreamt of that vision! The two of them in his car, her head bobbing up and down on his groin, her big irises shuttling between his face and his dick, his hand busy in stroking her head, her back, her breasts.
And so it was that, in a car whose windowpanes got more and more steamy, hidden behind a forsaken factory, Claire gave Chris the first blow job of her life. Thanks to another little lever beside the driver's seat, Chris reclined the backrest that little enough to stay more comfortable, not to be too much incumbent on her head and still be enough close to wholly enjoy the sight of her mouth stretching around him.
Hadn't it been for the steam of their breaths stuck on the glass, a hypothetical voyeur would've surely enjoyed the show of a young, apparently lonely man, grimacing in ecstasy with his head surrendered on the headrest, biting his knuckle every time he tried to edge.
Claire was pretty good to be her first time and Chris simply didn't correct a single move. He just moaned through his nose how good she was making him feel. It felt good and luscious as the revenge it was. A revenge to all the Jakes and Brads that had dared (or attempted) to possess her. On that greyish evening him only would've picked a virginity she'd involuntarily preserved.
"Good girl." he hoarsely sighed when he began panting.
Claire felt him shiver under her touch and put even more effort in her pleasing him the best she could, pushing his manhood even deeper in her mouth, even though more than once she had to gulp down a retch.
He was close, she felt it. She felt it in his member, in his heavy panting, in the slight upwards pushes of his hips, she felt it in his hands kneading her breasts in desperation. She felt it in his sighs and louder moans. The awareness of being far from any potential witness and earshot, far from their house's thin walls, had the double effect to both relax and excite him to scream his pleasure out loud.
"I'm close, baby!" he warned in case she wanted to pull back. But Claire continued undauntedly her sucking with rising pace.
"I'm coming!" he roared, when a shocking and noisy orgasm made him roll his eyes back.
"Did I do good?" Claire asked, putting away the tissue with which she had cleaned the sperm drops off her face.
Chris was still panting hard, completely relaxed on the seat and got to hum a simple "Mh-mh!" and nod.
She giggled and, as he seemed pretty knocked out, she preoccupied to tidy up his lower parts.
"Wait, let me help you…" he hoarsely muttered, buttoning up his jeans. His strong hands glided from his pants to her arms, then her waist, to pull her closer once again.
Claire sat astride on him, who in the meantime had completely reclined the backrest, and threw her arms around his neck.
"So… have I passed the test?" she questioned, enjoying his warm hands stroking her nude back.
"With flying colours!" he said and tenderly kissed her.
Claire wasn't expecting such a move. According to what some other girls had told her, most guys don't like kissing on the lips after oral sex. Chris, instead, hadn't seemed to dislike shoving his tongue on hers, and that left her amazed. All her stupor didn't go unnoticed.
"What's up?" he wondered.
"Well… I thought guys don't kiss after a blow job."
"You kidding?!" he gushed. "I love that! Maybe not everyone does but… I love it!"
"Did you use to kiss the other girls too?" she investigated, nipping at her lip. "The other five?"
"Sure."
"Were they better than me?"
"What?!" he scoffed. "I ain't gonna answer this." he growled, a quiet hysterical laugh carrying his gaze away from her.
"Oh, c'mon! I'm just curious…" she insisted.
"How the fuck do you even think I'd tell you?"
"Why not? You know I'm not jealous!"
"Baby, I dunno what kind of guys you dated – no wait, I do – but Chris Redfield doesn't comment his exes with the girl he's banging." He unremovably stated. "Moreover… I could ask you the same thing!"
"And I'd tell you everything!"
"I don't want to know!" He replied, suppressing the surfacing images of Claire moaning under another guy. Hadn't he been still so stoned by that massive shot of endorphins, he'd have surely loured. "I don't want to compare you to anyone." Because to him she was incomparable, but she evidently misunderstood.
"But you guys do it all the time! Don't forget I've been one of you!" she sassed. "And I know so many things about you now…" she simpered, streaming a finger below the collar of his hoodie and kissing his warm skin. "About Sherry for example…"
If she was trying to induce him to spill the beans, she was wasting her time. "So now you're talking about my ex. Does it turn you on?" he mocked.
"…I know you liked to take her from behind…" she purred, ignoring his awkward attempt to deviate the conversation.
"I used to like many things..." That conversation was bothering him. She was fucking with him, that was obvious, it wasn't anything more than a game, but still he disliked it. He hated thinking of her being pleased by someone else or look at another guy with that same aroused gaze she did to him, just as much as he disliked her total lack of jealousy. "... but now I like you." He roared under his breath and pushed a hand below her waistband while drawing her lips back on the only mouth they belonged to.
"Woah, Chris!" Claire gushed, sarcastically scandalized. "Do you want more?! I thought I made you come!"
"Oh, you did, love. You did." The cat mewled. "but now it's your turn!" the lion roared as he flipped her over and clashed her onto the passenger seat.
In a savage smooching and rolling, somehow they had ended up on the backseats. Somehow not all of their clothes had followed them, except for their pants. Chris's ones were still on their rightful place, properly buttoned. Claire's, instead, were all rolled up around her ankles and shoes. The rest of their garments laid scattered in the whole car. Her bra had even stolen the place of the car air freshener for a while now, as it cluelessly hanged by the rear-view mirror.
If before the windows were only steamed now they wept beads of their breaths and sweat.
Chris was properly fingering her. There wasn't enough space for him to return the received oral consideration and enjoy the view of her at the same time. Thus, with the head inserted between her tilted calves, he kneaded her breast and teased her nipple with a hand, shoving his thumb in her mouth every now and then, whilst with the other he ravaged her vagina with an almost superhuman vigour. He roared, he howled and he felt a god. A sisterfucking god. He'd have not stopped until she'd begged for him to. Something that – had he understood anything about her – wouldn't have happened easily. But he wanted to take her so over the edge she'd not bear it. Just in case any comparison had bloomed in her mind, he'd have brutally erased it. Apparently, his strategy was successful as she screamed her pleasure on top of her lungs.
Notwithstanding her noisy vocalizations, they both heard the clearest sound of Chris's phone ringing.
Striving to prevent her eyes to roll back, she glared him not to even slightly think of picking up, but when Chris glanced at the screen and read the contact name, he paralyzed.
"It's Dad!" he gasped.
"He'll call back." She mewled in urge.
"No, Claire. If I don't pick it up, he'll call you, and we'll be back to square one!" he said, stopping any rubbing on her.
"He doesn't know we're together! He won't call me!" she whined, beginning to erratically boost her hips upwards in the wain attempt to be penetrated by his fingers anew. "No! Don't stop! Please! I'm close!" she desperately mewled.
"It might be important." He uttered.
Unfortunately for Claire, Chris was plain lucid unlike her who by then only aimed to climax in grand style. "I'll be quick!" he said, quietening her with a brief move of his forefinger on his pursed lips. It smelled like her, he licked it. As always.
"Hi, Dad." He said while freeing his head from her legs.
Claire heard that someone had answered on the other end but she couldn't sort out any word. She only knew that Chris was nodding at the phone instead of accomplishing his (finger)fucking mission. As if whatever their father had to tell was more important than what they were about to do. More important than her.
She felt her clit pulse and shiver madly, she was just so close to her climax... oh, screw it! If Chris wouldn't take care of her, she'd do it herself!
She slid a hand down on herself and stroked.
For a moment Chris was blown away. Watching his sister masturbate before (below) him, took some past fantasies and vivid memories back to life, but the rough voice of Robert – as the big clash it was – prevented him from getting completely lost.
"Sorry… I haven't heard you…" he murmured and mouthed a silent "stop" as his free hand snatched Claire's ones off her lower parts. Being the hands of both of them slippery for her arousal, Claire quite easily managed to slip off his grip and hastily resumed her wet rubbing. He tried again but again she rebelled.
"Yeah I see, Dad. I think it's fine." He said, trying not to betray his struggle in preventing his sister to masturbate.
Soon they began slap fighting like two cats (or bickering children). One big hand him, two little but deft hands her. She planted her feet on his abdomen and pushed him back, but she hadn't considered the steel lingering under that glowing skin. He didn't move of a single inch.
If Chris tried to don't let anything of the ongoing quarrel transpire, Claire instead took it lightly and began laughing so loudly that her brother was forced to buck onwards and use his only free hand to shut her mouth, glaring a warning hard stare at her.
Hush, you little slut!
Now that her hands had no more foes, nothing could stop her anymore. Loud, nasal moans filled the car, escaping the poor barrier arrayed.
"I guess Grandpa is right… ugh!... We should try with a new rear swingarm." He said loudly, hoping it'd have covered her loudest noises.
"What was that?" Robert questioned on the other hand.
"Nothing." He replied, gritting his teeth at a long and loud moan of Claire. Dammit, she was getting close. He was running out of time.
He heard Robert giggle amused and ask "you're with a girl, right?"
Chris couldn't deny the evidence, as the umpteenth desperate moan of need ringed in the air, loud as a howling wolf. "Actually yes, Dad."
"Great, son! Show her what it means to be screwed by a Redfield!" Robert proudly cheered. "Be sure to wear the cond-"
Chris hung up before his father could finish his recommendation, just in time to hear Claire shout her climax and watch her shock under him. She clasped her thighs together with everything that was between them. With her knees on her chest, her feet ungratefully slammed on the throat of a bothered Chris.
"Couldn't you wait, could you?" he growled as soon as he was sure she had finished.
She replied with a fresh, genuine, liberating laugh.
"He could've recognized you!" he continued.
She kept laughing. "I had to shlick, you dumbahahaha!"
She laughed so heartily and spontaneously that it ended up infecting him as well who, even if strained himself from openly laugh, he couldn't curb a smile.
"Now Dad thinks I've got a girlfriend!" he said, palming his head and shaking it.
"Not bad. Still better than letting him know you didn't please his little girl as you ought to."
"Oh stop it you!" he chuckled and eye rolled. "If only you waited just a little I'd have made you come much better than this."
"It'll be for next time." She shrugged. "Now come here. Miss you."
They had cleaned the car and they were now getting ready to go back home just in time for dinner. While Chris was busy with his hoodie, Claire turned the radio on and smirked when the unmistakable ending notes of Rocket Queen reverberated in the air. She felt a bit of a Rocket Queen right then. Chris had praised so much her performance! That would've been such a perfect soundtrack for her first blow job! He would've loved to share that moment with Axl and the band for sure! Eargasm and oral sex, what else a boy could ever desire? She took a mental note to turn the music on "before" on the next time though, as now the song was over and the cheesy voice of the radio speaker was announcing nasty weather on Halloween. According to the perky speaker, the forecast called for a huge tempest to flagellate Raccoon City.
Shit. Halloween is screwed. She thought, and mentally waved goodbye to her downtown masquerade stroll with the girls. No sexy scientist in pantyhose and lacey garter on this year!
The sky on Raccoon City was still sheer and cloudless and it'd have remained like that for the whole day and night but, that a hurricane was about to rage, was anticipated by a lone thunder. A thunder that didn't cross any sky, nor was heard by anyone outside that car. That sign of gods' anger had the voice, the rumble and the destructiveness of a Redfield.
"That was a close call, Claire." Chris grumbled, utterly ignoring the meteorological news and lowering the volume to the minimum. He wasn't anymore the turned-on guy of few minutes before, who would even titter at her careless demeanour. Then again, he was serious and grave, upset for the huge risk she had exposed the two of them. After any hot-headed act, any adrenaline outburst, Chris would always chew things over better. Therefore, now that impulsivity and peril-induced fright had given way to ponderation and quietude, he just couldn't accept the fact that his sister had acted so stupid and, even worse, that he'd let her. "Too close."
"I was close too!" she joked but her silly chuckle faded and died on her lips as she eyed his stern gaze.
His hazel brown eyes pierced hers with the most intimidating and uncomfortable of gazes she had ever seen on him. "I'm not kidding."
"I was… I-I…" She cleared her throat in discomfort. Drought took over her tongue. Claire, wait a second.
What was going on? Chris was blaming her for having picked up a call he could've easily ignored?! No way she'd let him! She had warned him she'd have not stopped. It wasn't her fault if he had been so inconsiderate to stay near! Fuck, he had fingered her with no mercy, he had screamed – hoarse, hot and bossy – right to her face to "come for him" and he even dared to claim when she had to?! What did he think she was? A porn video? You can't pause me, Chris. Crossing her arms, she slammed herself against the backrest and frowned in irritation. "You could've got out the car if talking to Daddy was so important to you!"
Chris grunted in exasperation. He angrily jerked the keys and pushed a button under the car radio. "Look!" he roared, pointing at a little display behind the steering. "It's fifty degrees outside! And I was fucking shirtless and sweaty!"
Claire's frown worsened and she huffed. She hated when she was wrong. "Still, you could just not pick the call."
With the corner of her eye, she saw his tight-lipped jaw clench as he looked through the windowpane, away from her face. He rubbed the steamy glass with a hand. He could've spent another couple of hours trying to explain her why he had to pick it up, but uselessly. Thus, he preferred to say nothing instead of barking his vexation at her.
Of course he could've ignored the phone call and continued, but they were walking on fucking eggshells and he was wary and always on the lookout, he just preferred to avoid eliciting any attention, lest it'd have turned into suspicion – as much as it might have seemed improbable, still it wasn't impossible.
"I had to. And even if I hadn't, I did! So you had to stop." He said a little softer.
Was on Earth any chance for her to win that fight? She searched but she didn't find any. The more she retorted, the more he seemed to pull out the hat a better argument.
"Well, Dad could've never guessed those moans were mine!" she lastly shrugged.
"That's something we cannot tell!" he objected.
"C'mon, Chris!" she exclaimed, grimacing in disgust. "Daddy has never heard me cum-"
"We must be careful, Claire!" Chris harshly interrupted. He rested a wrist on the steering wheel, a fist she'd never fear tightened, and he slightly turned to her. "They don't have absolutely to catch us."
He looked at her dead in the eyes, with a gravity that left no room for any humour to defuse the tension neither to any retort to increase it. He was dead serious. "This has to be our secret, remember?"
As if they had become telepaths, the same words were summoned in their minds and resounded clear and heavy. Like a second thunder. It'll be our secret. It had been exactly her to spell them, back on Saturday in the basement.
"It doesn't just mean we cannot breathe a word to anybody." he continued, resolutely cutting the air with a determined rush of his knife-like hand. His tone was calm, almost sweet, but his eyes, his words, were all sternly reproaching her for her imprudence. "It means we must not get fucking caught! And not only because they… nobody would understand why we crave each other…" she swore his voice flickered a bit in that moment. "But also because incest it's a fucking crime."
Claire looked down in sorrow. He had hit the mark.
Unawares, she had exposed him to a risk way bigger than the one of getting their parents to suspect they were two nasty kids. Apparently, siblings can go to jail and rot in there for years for loving each other… differently. The sudden thought of prison shocked her so much that she shook her head in terror to cast the thought off and shuddered for both the cold and the dread. She rubbed her shoulders to warm up, but the freeze his words had forced into her had hurt way deeper inside. The more the sorrow penetrated into the abyss of her soul, the more an old oozy and sticky resurfaced like sewage out of a bituminous well. It was a grip around the stomach, a dull ache in the arteries, a contraction of lungs. Claire recognized it immediately, it was her old time archenemy.
Panic.
That bastard didn't give a damn about endorphins and everything was a wellbeing source for her. It only aimed to conquer and destroy, haunt and torture. She closed her eyes and tried to calm down. She had already ruined the moment too much. She didn't want to give Chris another bad memory of an evening he otherwise wished was only tender and romantic.
A quiet rustle of clothes was all she needed to hear to know that he had shifted from his seat and was just few inches away from her.
"I'm an idiot." She murmured as his caress on the base of her neck healed her inner distress. "I'm sorry, Chris. I'd do nothing that might put you in trouble! I just didn't… you know… the implications…"
"Claire…" He sighed, drawing her head to his. "I want you, you know it… madly…" that last word came out as a shaky hybrid of a sigh and a defenceless laugh. "And I'm willing to run the risk but… we must be careful. Both of us."
She smiled. There was no pain in the world her big brother couldn't cure.
"I will be." She declared and sealed her oath with a kiss.
"It won't be a bed of roses but we have no choice, babe." He whispered on her lips.
"As far as there's a bed involved, I'm standing by!" she chuckled.
Secrecy was the password to their lives, by far more than it was legit to ask to teenagers. But for them, who had become pretty experienced in the field of telling lies, secrecy was a fair price to pay. What is to curb a few moans compared to being hauled up before the court for one's sexual drive? What is having to hide down in the basement late at night compared to the totalizing pleasure and unequalled magic their bodies could create and share when naked and close? What is shamelessly lying at everyone, family and friends, compared to those moments of truthful nudity and sighed invocation?
A fair price in loose change.
The blow job affair was a little promise I did to Xaori a bunch of decades ago. So Xaori, here's the virginity. The only one he could pick.
I hope this second act is entertaining you all! Let me know u.u
The third is still a bunch of chapters away but don't worry, it will hit them hard in the face :D
See you next chapter!
That, by the way, will be released in episodes because it's even longer than this. One episode per week. I'll explain better when it'll come out. Stay tuned!
Post post scriptum: am I being a little too mean towards Ashley? Honestly, she destroyed my ears during the whole damn RE4 (sometimes I still hear the echo of her chicken voice at night) ... SO NO. She's a bitch here. And I love so much writing about her! She's funny. Her way.