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Anyway, I bring you this second installment as a little Valentine's present. Enjoy!
Ryan spent the night in his own bed, in his own room, and remained there all the while, missing breakfast. He did not feel motivated to attend school that morning, having humiliated himself so badly last night.
But he had to stick up for himself. What Sharpay had done was not fair at all.
He sat bitterly opposite his school bag at his desk, refusing to tie on his shoes, or comb his hair. Because he was in such a foul mood, he ventured downstairs to pay back his sister, and he found her perched at the bench, slumber-clad (silk robe like a kimono) with her hair tied loosely in a knot, their mother at the blender, making her own breakfast.
Sharpay had also been sucked into the lemon smoothie fad, except she added whipped cream and sugar, because she couldn't stand anything without it, and Ryan knew that as long as she would live, she could not stick to a diet.
She didn't even need it, but she still avoided the fried foods at school, and Ryan usually did to join in and keep up, but today he was going to stick up for himself.
Was it time for round two yet?
She made no acknowledgement, until he finally said, "We're gonna be late for school."
Sharpay was breezy and cold. She tilted her head up to the clock, and then slowly turned back to Ryan, one eyebrow delicately raised and carefree.
"Oh, really? I'd better shower up then."
She glided away, just before she murmured to Ryan as their mother was out of earshot, her head in the fridge, trying to find her Diet Coke to pack for lunch:
"I'm going to go with Zeke to the mall after school. You can walk home."
Ryan felt a spell of fury wash over him. "You are so out of line!"
She turned her head back at him, her eyes flashing. "You lost. And I wouldn't want you around with me and Zeke. We're picking out something for my birthday."
She stalked off, just as Ryan called after her, loud enough for their mother to hear, "You mean lingerie? Wow, that's different from the rainbow condoms he got you last week."
He didn't smirk. He wasn't proud of what he said, and Sharpay showed no sign of reply, but she gave him one last fierce glance and disappeared.
Ryan's mother hissed, "Ryan! Do not use that type of language in my house!"
Ryan didn't reply. Usually he was the quiet, cooperative twin that was often ignored, but Sharpay had pushed him too far, and his plan had barely been formed.
He wasn't about to do something totally evil to her, but mischievous and humiliating like she was last night. Little doses of torture would scare her.
He crept up to Sharpay's room, pausing to watch the steam creep up from under her door, as she had surely started to shower, never bothering to turn the fan on, but Sharpay always did what she pleased in their home. Whatever she wanted to do to Ryan.
He opened her bedroom door gingerly, the sound of running water far off in the en suite, and he slipped his hand on the drawer handle.
In truth, Ryan had no knowledge of Sharpay's sex life. He suspected she was sleeping with Zeke, because at school he was always muttering to Chad and laughing loudly with his basketball friends in the cafeteria. It made Ryan feel sick, that she was seen as an object to him, when Ryan felt she was his whole world, no matter how hard things got.
He opened the drawer, pulled out a pair of scissors from Sharpay's pink rhinestone-studded pencil case and began to snip away at the wispy little thongs, ruining them all with single swipes, cutting faster and faster, until he reached the bottom of the drawer and there were none left.
And the whole time, Sharpay was washing obliviously in the next room.
Ryan was not proud of himself even then. They spent the day apart, particularly rare for such a pair like themselves. They hadn't fought like this for years. This was little kids' stuff, and yet Ryan was lowering himself to participate. Sharpay was missing anyway, probably skipping school with Zeke at the mall, so Ryan spent the day alone until he walked all the way home, beads of sweat prickling his forehead.
He lifted the key to the door, but seconds later Sharpay appeared and opened the door before Ryan could do anything.
Thinking she may strangle him, Ryan stepped back, but instead Sharpay flung her arms around him neck and cried.
She was sobbing, clutching him desperately. Looking at her more closely, Ryan saw her hair was messed up, her make up smeared, but her bright eyes still beautifully intimidating.
"I couldn't do it!" she wailed, as he pulled her inside, still holding her close. "I couldn't sleep with him!"
Ryan, shocked, didn't say anything because he didn't know what to say to her. She was taking harsh breaths through her mouth, shivering, petrified.
"I don't want to pretend anymore. I don't want to lie anymore!" she broke down again against Ryan's shoulder, howling.
How Ryan imagined sleeping with Sharpay was far different. It would be rough, torturous, like she was last night, full of lust, and no true love whatsoever.
Sharpay calmed down after a bowl of ice cream (Ryan had nothing, and just watched her), before nagging him about her underwear.
"Ryan, one of those was a diamante one…"
Ryan nodded, almost with sympathy, but he still felt detached from the truth of it all; he had some serious issues at times. They were growing worse by the day.
They sat together on the couch once more, only half-watching the TV, various characters blaring at them, yet distant and crackling. Inaudible shapes, like Ryan wished school was like, instead of frightening and annoying.
Suddenly, it was as if they had nothing left to say. There was a tender silence between them, before Sharpay's mouth became closer to Ryan's. He was ready, with parted lips, for something strong and ravishing.
It wasn't.
Sharpay finally kissed him on the mouth, which she had never done before, a sort of climax in their relationship. To be more critical, it was soft like a virgin's kiss, brief and sweet, but Ryan raised a hand and tilted Sharpay's head back to his once she tried to turn away, and slipped his tongue into her mouth.
Her tongue was sharp, with a passionate longing. She placed her hands on either side of his face and Ryan felt his eyes close.
Sharpay gave a soft moan. What was she thinking? Probably the same as Ryan – this wasn't the right thing to do. This was so wrong, but they weren't like everyone else. This wasn't like the other messy relationships in families, brothers and sisters.
They were different from everyone else. Ryan was different.
They were embracing each other with a longing, something they had to satisfy. Before Ryan knew what was happening, he was lying on his bed, Sharpay straddling him and kissing his neck.
She left the same little trail of kisses down his front, but starting with a strong kiss on his mouth, and less demanding.
In no time, Ryan was in his boxers, sitting up and watching Sharpay slowly peel off her shirt, the bed bouncing as she tried to remain balanced.
Her little bra left little to the imagination, her small ribs just jutting out and her full breasts the most graceful part of her body. Longing to touch her, Ryan sat level with Sharpay, tracing his finger down her bare shoulder, kissing her again and again on her small lips. She began to suck on his bottom lip, and at the same time, somehow taking Ryan's hand and placing it against her collarbone and slowly bringing it down to her breast.
Ryan hesitated, not knowing how far they may actually go, and not sure if how far he wanted was allowed.
"This is round two," Sharpay whispered, still holding his clammy hand, slowly easing it up from the bottom of the cup. He could feel her soft skin, barely inches from her nipple.
Ryan felt himself stiffen beneath his boxers, letting out a slight groan. She was dominating him again; at least that's what he thought.
But she wasn't.
"I need you," she whispered, slowly dropping his hand (which he rested on Sharpay's waist), "I need you to follow the rules and let me stay with you."
Ryan nodded silently, not taking his eyes off her as she motioned for him to unhook her bra. With some difficulty, he managed to release her.
Kissing her again, he felt her nipples tingling against his chest, as Sharpay began to stroke his hair. She smirked suddenly, suddenly bumping the bulge in Ryan's boxers with her thigh.
"You're keen," she murmured, giving his lip another long suck.
They were still making out together; until Sharpay moved away to briefly remove her panties, before she slipped under the covers, completely naked.
Disappointed he could yet see her this way, Ryan's eyes trailed about, waiting for permission to join.
"Come on."
He obeyed, his heart beating fast enough for anyone to hear, and crawled under the blankets beside her, sweating and self-conscious.
He took off his boxers without looking down, sure he was ready.
He was brave enough to straddle her, close to her entrance. He couldn't help but touch her there, just out of curiosity. Her stomach bucked in shock, and she gave a small laugh.
"You have got to be kidding," she said, clutching his hand once he tried to escape. She guided his hand back to her entrance, to fondle her.
Ryan slipped his index finger into her suddenly, making her buck again in surprise.
He went further, then back and forth, teasing her, making her breathe faster and give another small moan. Honestly, he liked doing this.
She grabbed his hand again, pulling it away. "Ryan, go for it."
Ryan straddled her again, growing stiffer as she spread her legs, egging him on. He didn't dare look at her below the waist, but caressed her breast with a finger delicately.
"Ryan."
Understanding, he was inside of her in seconds. It felt strange and different, because he'd been waiting for this his whole life, and expected some degree of pain, but Sharpay was already slippery and hungry.
She clutched Ryan's waist, breathing faster as he began to rock back and forth steadily.
"Faster!"
Her eyes screwed up, pleasure seeping from every pore of her body, Ryan riding her faster, entering further into her.
They began to moan in unison, one-two, one-two, sweat beginning to trickle down Ryan's back and forehead.
He went further, sure he could tear her, but amazingly, she began to moan louder and stronger, her eyes tight shut, her lips parted.
They were heading to the climax. They were breathing faster, Sharpay moaning louder, and she wrapped her legs around Ryan's waist, as Ryan wrapped his arms around Sharpay's waist, his head moving back and further just like his hips were rocking.
Ryan hit the jackpot and felt himself grow warmer down below, just as Sharpay gave another moan, this time, amazingly, Ryan's name.
"Ryan…Ryan!"
Ryan ejaculated, suddenly exhausted and satisfied. He slipped out of her, breathing sharply, and Sharpay gave a small sigh, spent.
She wrapped a single arm around his neck, giving him a small kiss on his sweaty cheek, as if to say, "You did good".
Ryan was too tired to smile.
Please review! You're all so sweet...
Shoelace22; charmarctravis; Zanessa; LucasGrabeel4ever; Zanessaluvr4eva91; xXKonoha NinjaXx; Kill Scott; Angel of the Starz.
Anyway, I bring you this second installment as a little Valentine's present. Enjoy!
Ryan spent the night in his own bed, in his own room, and remained there all the while, missing breakfast. He did not feel motivated to attend school that morning, having humiliated himself so badly last night.
But he had to stick up for himself. What Sharpay had done was not fair at all.
He sat bitterly opposite his school bag at his desk, refusing to tie on his shoes, or comb his hair. Because he was in such a foul mood, he ventured downstairs to pay back his sister, and he found her perched at the bench, slumber-clad (silk robe like a kimono) with her hair tied loosely in a knot, their mother at the blender, making her own breakfast.
Sharpay had also been sucked into the lemon smoothie fad, except she added whipped cream and sugar, because she couldn't stand anything without it, and Ryan knew that as long as she would live, she could not stick to a diet.
She didn't even need it, but she still avoided the fried foods at school, and Ryan usually did to join in and keep up, but today he was going to stick up for himself.
Was it time for round two yet?
She made no acknowledgement, until he finally said, "We're gonna be late for school."
Sharpay was breezy and cold. She tilted her head up to the clock, and then slowly turned back to Ryan, one eyebrow delicately raised and carefree.
"Oh, really? I'd better shower up then."
She glided away, just before she murmured to Ryan as their mother was out of earshot, her head in the fridge, trying to find her Diet Coke to pack for lunch:
"I'm going to go with Zeke to the mall after school. You can walk home."
Ryan felt a spell of fury wash over him. "You are so out of line!"
She turned her head back at him, her eyes flashing. "You lost. And I wouldn't want you around with me and Zeke. We're picking out something for my birthday."
She stalked off, just as Ryan called after her, loud enough for their mother to hear, "You mean lingerie? Wow, that's different from the rainbow condoms he got you last week."
He didn't smirk. He wasn't proud of what he said, and Sharpay showed no sign of reply, but she gave him one last fierce glance and disappeared.
Ryan's mother hissed, "Ryan! Do not use that type of language in my house!"
Ryan didn't reply. Usually he was the quiet, cooperative twin that was often ignored, but Sharpay had pushed him too far, and his plan had barely been formed.
He wasn't about to do something totally evil to her, but mischievous and humiliating like she was last night. Little doses of torture would scare her.
He crept up to Sharpay's room, pausing to watch the steam creep up from under her door, as she had surely started to shower, never bothering to turn the fan on, but Sharpay always did what she pleased in their home. Whatever she wanted to do to Ryan.
He opened her bedroom door gingerly, the sound of running water far off in the en suite, and he slipped his hand on the drawer handle.
In truth, Ryan had no knowledge of Sharpay's sex life. He suspected she was sleeping with Zeke, because at school he was always muttering to Chad and laughing loudly with his basketball friends in the cafeteria. It made Ryan feel sick, that she was seen as an object to him, when Ryan felt she was his whole world, no matter how hard things got.
He opened the drawer, pulled out a pair of scissors from Sharpay's pink rhinestone-studded pencil case and began to snip away at the wispy little thongs, ruining them all with single swipes, cutting faster and faster, until he reached the bottom of the drawer and there were none left.
And the whole time, Sharpay was washing obliviously in the next room.
Ryan was not proud of himself even then. They spent the day apart, particularly rare for such a pair like themselves. They hadn't fought like this for years. This was little kids' stuff, and yet Ryan was lowering himself to participate. Sharpay was missing anyway, probably skipping school with Zeke at the mall, so Ryan spent the day alone until he walked all the way home, beads of sweat prickling his forehead.
He lifted the key to the door, but seconds later Sharpay appeared and opened the door before Ryan could do anything.
Thinking she may strangle him, Ryan stepped back, but instead Sharpay flung her arms around him neck and cried.
She was sobbing, clutching him desperately. Looking at her more closely, Ryan saw her hair was messed up, her make up smeared, but her bright eyes still beautifully intimidating.
"I couldn't do it!" she wailed, as he pulled her inside, still holding her close. "I couldn't sleep with him!"
Ryan, shocked, didn't say anything because he didn't know what to say to her. She was taking harsh breaths through her mouth, shivering, petrified.
"I don't want to pretend anymore. I don't want to lie anymore!" she broke down again against Ryan's shoulder, howling.
How Ryan imagined sleeping with Sharpay was far different. It would be rough, torturous, like she was last night, full of lust, and no true love whatsoever.
Sharpay calmed down after a bowl of ice cream (Ryan had nothing, and just watched her), before nagging him about her underwear.
"Ryan, one of those was a diamante one…"
Ryan nodded, almost with sympathy, but he still felt detached from the truth of it all; he had some serious issues at times. They were growing worse by the day.
They sat together on the couch once more, only half-watching the TV, various characters blaring at them, yet distant and crackling. Inaudible shapes, like Ryan wished school was like, instead of frightening and annoying.
Suddenly, it was as if they had nothing left to say. There was a tender silence between them, before Sharpay's mouth became closer to Ryan's. He was ready, with parted lips, for something strong and ravishing.
It wasn't.
Sharpay finally kissed him on the mouth, which she had never done before, a sort of climax in their relationship. To be more critical, it was soft like a virgin's kiss, brief and sweet, but Ryan raised a hand and tilted Sharpay's head back to his once she tried to turn away, and slipped his tongue into her mouth.
Her tongue was sharp, with a passionate longing. She placed her hands on either side of his face and Ryan felt his eyes close.
Sharpay gave a soft moan. What was she thinking? Probably the same as Ryan – this wasn't the right thing to do. This was so wrong, but they weren't like everyone else. This wasn't like the other messy relationships in families, brothers and sisters.
They were different from everyone else. Ryan was different.
They were embracing each other with a longing, something they had to satisfy. Before Ryan knew what was happening, he was lying on his bed, Sharpay straddling him and kissing his neck.
She left the same little trail of kisses down his front, but starting with a strong kiss on his mouth, and less demanding.
In no time, Ryan was in his boxers, sitting up and watching Sharpay slowly peel off her shirt, the bed bouncing as she tried to remain balanced.
Her little bra left little to the imagination, her small ribs just jutting out and her full breasts the most graceful part of her body. Longing to touch her, Ryan sat level with Sharpay, tracing his finger down her bare shoulder, kissing her again and again on her small lips. She began to suck on his bottom lip, and at the same time, somehow taking Ryan's hand and placing it against her collarbone and slowly bringing it down to her breast.
Ryan hesitated, not knowing how far they may actually go, and not sure if how far he wanted was allowed.
"This is round two," Sharpay whispered, still holding his clammy hand, slowly easing it up from the bottom of the cup. He could feel her soft skin, barely inches from her nipple.
Ryan felt himself stiffen beneath his boxers, letting out a slight groan. She was dominating him again; at least that's what he thought.
But she wasn't.
"I need you," she whispered, slowly dropping his hand (which he rested on Sharpay's waist), "I need you to follow the rules and let me stay with you."
Ryan nodded silently, not taking his eyes off her as she motioned for him to unhook her bra. With some difficulty, he managed to release her.
Kissing her again, he felt her nipples tingling against his chest, as Sharpay began to stroke his hair. She smirked suddenly, suddenly bumping the bulge in Ryan's boxers with her thigh.
"You're keen," she murmured, giving his lip another long suck.
They were still making out together; until Sharpay moved away to briefly remove her panties, before she slipped under the covers, completely naked.
Disappointed he could yet see her this way, Ryan's eyes trailed about, waiting for permission to join.
"Come on."
He obeyed, his heart beating fast enough for anyone to hear, and crawled under the blankets beside her, sweating and self-conscious.
He took off his boxers without looking down, sure he was ready.
He was brave enough to straddle her, close to her entrance. He couldn't help but touch her there, just out of curiosity. Her stomach bucked in shock, and she gave a small laugh.
"You have got to be kidding," she said, clutching his hand once he tried to escape. She guided his hand back to her entrance, to fondle her.
Ryan slipped his index finger into her suddenly, making her buck again in surprise.
He went further, then back and forth, teasing her, making her breathe faster and give another small moan. Honestly, he liked doing this.
She grabbed his hand again, pulling it away. "Ryan, go for it."
Ryan straddled her again, growing stiffer as she spread her legs, egging him on. He didn't dare look at her below the waist, but caressed her breast with a finger delicately.
"Ryan."
Understanding, he was inside of her in seconds. It felt strange and different, because he'd been waiting for this his whole life, and expected some degree of pain, but Sharpay was already slippery and hungry.
She clutched Ryan's waist, breathing faster as he began to rock back and forth steadily.
"Faster!"
Her eyes screwed up, pleasure seeping from every pore of her body, Ryan riding her faster, entering further into her.
They began to moan in unison, one-two, one-two, sweat beginning to trickle down Ryan's back and forehead.
He went further, sure he could tear her, but amazingly, she began to moan louder and stronger, her eyes tight shut, her lips parted.
They were heading to the climax. They were breathing faster, Sharpay moaning louder, and she wrapped her legs around Ryan's waist, as Ryan wrapped his arms around Sharpay's waist, his head moving back and further just like his hips were rocking.
Ryan hit the jackpot and felt himself grow warmer down below, just as Sharpay gave another moan, this time, amazingly, Ryan's name.
"Ryan…Ryan!"
Ryan ejaculated, suddenly exhausted and satisfied. He slipped out of her, breathing sharply, and Sharpay gave a small sigh, spent.
She wrapped a single arm around his neck, giving him a small kiss on his sweaty cheek, as if to say, "You did good".
Ryan was too tired to smile.
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