Derek and Danielle

Chapter Fifty-Three

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A gentle hand on Derek's shoulder woke him up. He blinked, then jerked in surprise as he realized who it was.

"Mom?" He hoped she wouldn't realize why he'd been startled.

She was smiling down at him. She whispered, "I came up to see if you kids were all right. It's past eleven; you two should go to bed now. I've turned the TV off."

He tried to unobtrusively let go of Danielle's hand; the blanket was still over him, so it didn't look too sketchy to be shifting around in order to push the blanket off. He looked over at Danielle, who was still sleeping. His other arm was still around her shoulders. He gently shook his sister. "Wake up, Dani."

Danielle lifted her head off his shoulder and yawned. "Mmm. That was a nice nap, Derek."

"Here, I'll take that blanket," said Derek's mother. Derek handed her the blanket, trying not to call attention to the fact that Danielle had stiffened just slightly at hearing their mother was in the same room. As soon as their mom walked out of the room to put the blanket back, Danielle looked at him with wide eyes and whispered, "Did she see us holding hands?"

Derek shook his head. Danielle gasped in relief and stood up, Derek following suit. The siblings waved goodnight as their mother passed by the room on her way back to her bedroom, then headed to the bathroom to brush their teeth, leaving the door open so neither of their parents would think anything improper was going on.

After they finished up, Danielle said into Derek's ear over the noise of the water rushing into the sink, "That was a goddamn close call!"

Derek, oddly, felt more relaxed about it. He shook his head. "I don't think Mom has it figured out. We used to cuddle sometimes when we were kids, didn't we?"

"Mmm. I guess." Danielle moved to wash her hands quickly, then went to dry her hands as Derek did the same before shutting off the tap.

"I think it's just stress talking, Dani."

Danielle sighed. Her shoulders slumped. "You're probably right. God damn it, the game's tomorrow. I so don't need this."

Derek remembered his promise to his sister. "You need me to stay with you?"

She pecked him on the cheek. "You're sweet to think of that, but it honestly hasn't been on my mind tonight all that much. Maybe come into my room early tomorrow, 'kay?"

"Okay." Derek hugged Danielle, and said, "G'night, then."

"You too."

The siblings left the bathroom and went to their respective bedrooms.

Derek, nestled under his sheets, found he kept running over the events of the day, his mind lingering on that horrifying moment when Randy Bowman had walked into the bathroom at school. His mind started conjuring up nightmarish "What-If?" scenarios, sending him into an uneasy sleep.

Randy snorted. "As if. You and your boyfriend, sucking face in the caf. God, that made me sick."

"Last chance, Bowman," Derek warned. "Leave."

The older boy lunged!

Derek knew he just had to slide under Randy's arms, slipping past him and racing to the door to wrench it open and fling himself through to safety.

But this time, he was too slow!

Randy's arms snagged him, and Derek futilely fought against the older boy, who had at least twenty or thirty pounds on him. He kicked out, catching Randy's shin, which enraged Randy. Derek was brutally shoved against the wall, his teeth only saved by turning his head at the last minute as his chest hit the wall, knocking the breath out of him.

Randy yanked at Derek's arm, twisting it behind his back. The sheer sadism in the act was evident as Randy's breath stirred Derek's hair near his ear. "All I gotta do, faggot, is twist – up – just – a – little..."

Derek screamed as the pain shot up his lower arm. He whimpered, "Don't. Please!"

Randy's cruel laugh echoed in his ears. He yanked up, and just as the pain grew unbearable and Derek expected to hear the sickening crack—

Derek's eyes flew open. Disoriented and confused, he lay still, breathing heavily as though he'd raced a Marathon. It was still pitch black out, and Derek had no idea how long he'd slept. After slowly getting his bearings and grasping his arms, thanking whatever Deities existed that he wasn't going to have his arm brutally broken by Randy Bowman, he carefully shifted so he could sit up sideways in bed, his feet touching the floor. He grabbed for his cell phone on the bedside table, and checked the time: 5:30 AM.

"Jesus." Derek ran his hands through his hair, not trusting himself to fall asleep by himself with those kinds of dreams awaiting him. He needed Danielle. That was it. He needed to hold her, to feel safe near her.

He tiptoed to his door and checked up and down the hallway. It was utterly dark, and he wasted no time slipping into Danielle's room. By now, he knew his way to her bed, and he crawled in, slipping in next to her, wrapping his arm around her waist. He carefully snaked his other arm in the crook of her neck, and wrapped it around her shoulders.

God, I feel a million times better already, Derek thought as he felt Danielle's warm body next to him.

After some time, Danielle stirred. She reached up and snagged Derek's arm encircling her shoulders. She pulled his hand to her mouth, planting a quick kiss on the back of his hand. The smile was evident in her voice as she said, "Good morning, Derek. Sleep okay?"

Derek muttered, "Not really. I had this crazy nightmare that Randy was beating me up and was gonna break my arm."

Danielle gasped. She shifted and turned in bed so they could speak face to face (well, dark lump in the night to dark lump in the night, Derek figured). She ran her hand through his hair, then rested her hand on his cheek. "My God! Are you okay? You're all sweaty! How long've you been in here?"

"Sneaked in about five-thirty. That was after I woke up from it. I just... I wanted to feel safe," confessed Derek.

Danielle's mouth touched his, and the lingering kiss sent a pleasant warmth down Derek's body as Danielle slowly pulled away. Derek moaned huskily, "Need you. I want you. Please." His hand ran down her chest, encircling her breast and stroking her nipple through her nightgown.

She gently pushed his groping hand away, then rolled Derek onto his back. In one fluid motion, Danielle rose up off the bed, flung her nightgown off, then came back under the covers, resting her body on top of Derek's. "What do you want, Derek? Tell me. I'm here for you."

"Just... I need you. Please?"

Under the covers, Danielle yanked his boxers down, freeing Derek's cock. She stroked him a few times, and Derek could feel his erection stiffen to full mast. She sat up, straddling him as she sank down onto his hard cock, her warmth enveloping him as she took him into her. Derek's eyes rolled back as he shut his eyes, the sensations overwhelming him as Danielle began riding him, sliding herself up and down, just dry enough to create a pleasant friction at first, although he could already start to feel the slickness from her juices beginning to flow.

"Was this what you needed, Derek?" Danielle whispered. "After this, you won't even think of that jerk for a while."

She rode him just fast enough to keep him panting for more, but not so fast her bedsprings would squeak. In that perfect in-between too-fast and too-slow, Derek was helpless to do more than hold Danielle's hips, feeling her muscles flex as she made love to him. Danielle's hands rested on his chest, keeping her balanced as the two siblings coupled.

Finally, Derek's climax inevitably rose, and his panting grew audible as he hissed, "Gonna come—gonna..."

Danielle pushed up just a bit, letting Derek grab her hips and thrust hard and deeply into her; it only took a few thrusts, sending Derek past the point of no return as he clenched his teeth, letting out his pleasure in a low, guttural moan, spilling his seed into his sister.

Breathing harshly, Derek let his head flop back onto the pillow. He felt Danielle reach down between her legs, furiously rubbing herself. Within a minute, Danielle's pussy clenched around Derek's cock, and her legs jerked as she let out short, sharp gasps of pleasure, riding her orgasm out as quietly as she could.

She collapsed on top of Derek, her ample breasts pressed against his chest as she kissed him thoroughly and soundly. After Danielle and Derek kissed, she let her head flop down next to his. She said into his ear, "We both needed that, huh?"

"Yeah, I feel better." Derek hugged Danielle, then remembered enough to joke. "Feel relaxed enough to play today?"

She chuckled. "Yeah. How about you? Was it good for you? Did you have a good fuck?"

"Well, more like some awesome lovemaking, but yeah." Derek smiled and kissed Danielle on the mouth. "We better not stay here too long, though."

Danielle groaned and began shifting to pull herself off of Derek's slowly-softening penis. "I'll go first, 'cause I need a shower, and give you the all-clear, okay?"

"Yeah. That'll work."

The twins carefully disengaged from each other, and got off the bed. Danielle quickly dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth, licking and sucking to clean their fluids off of him. She rose again and said, "Thought I'd help a little."

"What about you?" Derek whispered back.

"Don't worry. Like I said, I'm going straight to the shower."

Even so, Derek still felt a little sticky in his boxers as he and Danielle cautiously went to her door. She stepped out; Derek could barely make out her form in the darkness. She reached for his arm and tugged; it was safe for him to leave. He tiptoed behind Danielle and then slipped into his bedroom while she went to take her shower.

He wearily got under his bedsheets and closed his eyes, promising himself he'd just rest his eyes for a few more minutes. It wasn't like he needed to go running just yet, either...

Sleep claimed Derek the moment his eyes closed. He slumbered, dreams of him and Danielle, or him and Rick, or even all three, replacing the nightmares of Randy Bowman.

A loud knocking at Derek's door woke him. He pushed himself up on his elbow and yelled at the door, "What is it?!"

"It's time to get up. It's after nine, already!" Samuel announced.

"Oh, shit!" Derek said to himself. He jumped out of bed and threw on his bathrobe. He wanted to do a little running, but he needed to clean himself after sex, too; he decided to run to the bathroom and take the fastest shower ever, just enough so all the traces of his and Danielle's illicit activity were gone.

Back in his room, Derek put on his Old Navy polyester shorts and a T-shirt. He looked outside; it would be chilly, but at least it wasn't raining. It would threaten to snow in another couple of weeks, though. Speaking of outside, he hoped Danielle remembered to open her window after she got back from her shower.

He swung by her room, knocking gently at her door. "It's Derek."

She opened her door a few moments later, distractedly texting someone on her phone. She was already in her volleyball uniform. "Sorry, Derek. One of the girls is telling me she threw up this morning and I'm trying to convince her it's just pre-game jitters and not 'cause she's pregnant."

Derek frowned. "Why would she think—?"

Danielle snorted exasperatedly. "She gave a boy a BJ a couple weeks ago and she's convinced it somehow got into her cunt. Did she not go to the exact same sex ed classes I did?"

Derek occupied himself looking over Danielle's uniform. The school colors were white and medium blue; her T-shirt fit well, albeit a bit tightly. But her medium blue shorts! Derek shook his head in bemusement. They came to just below the crotch, hiding nothing about her fantastic muscular legs. She was walking back and forth, tapping at her phone in intense concentration.

Derek remarked, "I think whoever's designing high school uniforms these days is some old pervert in a back room somewhere."

Danielle paused, looked at him, and then at herself in the mirror, and giggled. "Yeah. You're probably right. I was making sure this all still fit for later today."

"Hey, turn around."

Danielle obliged, prompting Derek to say, "Pull your shirt up for a sec." After a couple of moments of texting, Danielle tugged her shirt up to above her waistline.

Derek whistled. "Those shorts show off your ass like nothing else." He gave into temptation and came up to his sister, running his hand over the sheer polyester, groping her butt.

"Mmm." Danielle let out a pleased moan, then reluctantly shifted away from her brother. "I'd let you feel me up all day in this thing, believe me, but I gotta focus."

"Speaking of, I was gonna go running. You wanna?" Derek stuck his hand down his pants and adjusted his semi hard-on.

Danielle held up her finger, letting him know to wait. She tapped furiously on the phone, then punched SEND in pleased satisfaction. "There. I told her she was being totally stupid and to just take some Pepto before the game."

Derek grinned. "Okay, I'll be downstairs."

"C'mere." Danielle reached for Derek and planted a hard kiss on his mouth. "Thanks for coming into my bed this morning."

"Thanks for being with me." Derek pointed at the window. "Did you...?"

She nodded. "Aired the room out. Now get going."

Derek casually made his way downstairs, letting his erection soften. By the base of the stairs, he was good to go, and strolled into the dining area, encountering his mother drinking coffee. She was already dressed in casual clothes for the day. She smiled. "Good morning! You must have been pretty stressed last night to fall asleep watching TV. How are you now?"

Derek blushed. "Honestly, I'm fine, Mom."

"Still, Derek, I just want you to know I'm here for you. So is your father. And your sister would go to the ends of the Earth for you." She reached out and held Derek's shoulders. "If you need anything, know that your father and I will help any way we can."

"Thanks," Derek said softly. He reached out and hugged his mother. He hated to admit it, but he already felt better after her warm embrace. He just didn't want to feel like a little kid, though!

As his mother drew back, an amused smile played across her face. "You should know I couldn't resist taking a picture of you two kids last night. You seemed so sweet, cuddling under the blanket like you did when you were younger."

Derek ducked his head, not sure of what to say.

His mother chuckled. "Your father was amused by it, actually. He was telling me he was wondering when you two would feel comfortable enough with each other to do that again." She sighed. "I guess when you get older, you start pulling away from people around you. I know the last time my sister and I even slept in the same bed must've been at a pajama party when we were teenagers."

"I guess," said Derek noncommittally.

"Well, then." All businesslike now, his mother stepped away. "I've got some dishes to wash, a principal to get ahold of, and you, my young man, look like you've got some running to do."

Derek grinned. "Yeah. Danielle's joining me."

"Good. She was a bundle of nerves this morning trying on her uniform and everything. It'll do her some good to burn off that energy before the game today at two-thirty. Tell her I want you both back here by eleven-thirty. Remember, we're going to try and see the principal of your school as soon as possible."

Derek nodded and left the kitchen. Danielle was just coming down the stairs, now clad in knee-length shorts like Derek. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. "C'mon, let's do this."

The siblings wasted no time leaving the house to begin their morning run in the chilly yet invigorating air.

Derek yanked his T-shirt off, using it to wipe the sweat off his forehead and letting the cool air wash over him as he breathed heavily.

Danielle smirked. "Trying out for a modelling career?" Her face was red, and she was trying not to huff and puff as she walked with Derek during their cool-down.

"Oh, shut up." Derek grinned. "I'm just hot."

"I'll say." Danielle's grin grew mischievous.

Derek playfully snapped his shirt at Danielle, who yelped and jumped away. "Not fair!"

In mock surprise, Derek said, "Oh, you're right! You can't take your shirt off!" He stuck his tongue out at her.

Danielle darted in, goosed him in the ribs, and said, "You better promise to use that later."

Derek half-heartedly shoved her hand away. "Hmm. Hey, what about our, uh, bet thing?"

Danielle shrugged. "What about it?" She came up near him and said in a low voice, "We already fucked this morning. How about this? If my team wins, you have to promise to eat me out really well. Like, multiple orgasms well."

"Hmm. And if you lose?" Derek asked into Danielle's ear.

"Then you get to bend me over the bed like you wanted to, and you can fuck me as long and hard as you like. We win, my pleasure comes first. We lose, yours comes first. See?" She winked.

Derek reflected it wouldn't be that much of a hardship rewarding his sister for a job well-done, although his dick threatened to swell at the thought of pounding into Danielle later that night. He looked around, and with a start, realized he and Danielle were going to swing by Rick's place. He poked her shoulder. "Hey. Rick's place is coming up."

He pointed, and Danielle nodded. She looked him up and down. "I think he'll like what he sees."

Derek put his shirt back on and said, "Um, okay?"

Danielle rolled her eyes. "For starters, your chest is really coming in nicely now. Second, don't tell me you have no idea those shorts make your dick stand out."

Derek looked down and realized the bulge in his front was clearly visible. Blood rushed to his face as he realized he hadn't ever noticed that before with those shorts! He smacked his face with his palm and groaned.

Danielle burst out laughing.

"Shut up! It's not funny," whined Derek.

She just kept laughing, holding onto his shoulder for support as they walked, eventually settling down and letting him go, although Derek could have sworn he heard one or two final snickers escape Danielle as they approached Rick's house. The front door opened and Rick, in an outfit similar to Derek's, stepped out. "Hey!" He grinned. "I called and your mom said you were out running." To Danielle, he said, "Ready for the game today?"

"You bet." She cackled. "Foster is gonna get their ass so kicked!"

Sure enough, as Danielle predicted, Rick's eyes went up and down Derek's body, lingering at his midsection. Rick blinked, then said, "C'mon. I can tell you what happened while we jog."

It turned out that Rick and his father had had a long talk after dinner at the Collinses. Rick had then had an early night, but slept okay. Derek didn't feel like worrying him right then about his nightmare.

During a short walk before resuming their jogging pace, Rick added, "Dad's... well, he's just worried. And he wants me to be safe and all, you know? I'm all he's got, 'cause Mom divorced him and he isn't getting along too well with the rest of his family."

The twins, on either side of him, put their arms around him, Danielle's arm encircling his waist and Derek's around Rick's shoulders. "Rough to hear that, man. You don't have to talk more if you don't wanna, though."

Danielle chimed in, "I know I'm just Derek's annoying sister and all that, but I'm here for you, too."

"Thanks, guys. Now c'mon, we got a run to do! Race ya." Rick took off, leaving Derek and Danielle staring at each other in momentary confusion, then bellowing in unison, "You're going down, Rick!"

Anybody watching from one of the houses would have seen three laughing teenagers running pell-mell down the street, heedless of the fact that the sky was grey and the winds were fitful.

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