Everyone called me trouble. I pretended to not hear the whispers of who I was sleeping with and what I liked sexually. Just rumors, very little truth to any of it. For one thing, I was actually a virgin, not the whore everyone painted me as. I could have dropped my panties and bent over to show them and they would still call me a whore to make themselves feel better about the fantasies that went through their head because of me.
It didn’t matter. I knew who I was, and, yeah, I was trouble, just not in the way that was always implied.
I teased, I didn’t fuck. I wore tight clothes and pretty underwear that I didn’t mind showing glimpses of, but I had never fucked anyone before. The one thing I did worry about was some guy getting the idea in his head that, because of my rumored reputation, my consent wasn’t required for any sexual acts, but thus far I lucked out and just got called a bitch or a cock teasing cunt when I put a premature end to makeout sessions.
I was careful about where I was willing to be intimate with people because I really didn’t trust easily. I knew the risks I was taking by not censoring myself. I typically brought them back to the apartment I shared with my older brother, Ari. He got the shit beat out of him a lot in high school because of me. But, once he got to college, he began weight lifting and got some guys to teach him how to fight. They became quick friends and he became an excellent fighter.
He hasn’t gotten his ass kicked in a few years now and has actually caused a few dates to end prematurely when the guy got intimidated by my brother as he worked out on one side of the living room and we watched a movie on the other side of it. I think the only time he didn’t intimidate one of my dates was when he was doing yoga instead of using his training dummy. I’d convinced him to start doing yoga with me by agreeing to learn how to fight if he would learn how to do yoga. We both kept up with our promises on that.
On this particular day, I was at the pool at our complex, swimming laps to blow off some steam on a hot summer afternoon. Some asshole teenager swam under me and grabbed my hands, pulling me under the water. I panicked and took a breath to scream, stupid, I know, but I wasn’t exactly expecting someone to reach up from under me and pull me down into the deepest part of the pool without warning. I was pulled out of the water by my brother’s friend, Christian, and he put me on my side on the edge of the pool so I could cough up the water and catch my breath.
The guy that pulled me under was banned from the pool for almost drowning me.
Since the lifeguard was a friend of my brother’s, I agreed to let him walk me back to the apartment. I was actually grateful for the offer because I was kind of shaky with adrenaline still. When we got to the door I looked at him and said, “I suppose you were my guardian angel today. I’ll tell Ari you saved my life and you’ll probably get a beer or something out of it,” I was smiling and pushing my hair behind my ear.
He waited for me to open the door and start to go inside, then he put his hand around my mouth and pushed me into the hallway of my apartment, kicking the door closed behind us. He wasn’t a small guy, he was fit, easily outweighed me by sixty pounds of solid muscle, and stood a good foot and a half above me. One of the things Ari had taught me was to stomp on a guy’s foot if he is being a dick.
I couldn’t reach Christian’s foot. All I could do was try to get my foot behind his knee, trying to force it to bend so he’d fall and drop me in the process. It didn’t work.
He had one hand around my mouth and his arm around my waist with my wrists clasped in that hand. I couldn’t elbow him, I couldn’t even effectively kick him, though I still tried. He had complete control of me and I was breathing heavily, panicking because I knew Ari wasn’t home yet and I had no sort of leverage to get away from this guy.
He pushed me up against the wall and whispered, “Come on, I saved your life, just go along with it and it’ll be over quick.”
He pulled my bikini bottoms off of me and easily untied the strings holding my bikini top on, then he threw me down to the ground. I hit my head on a bench we kept in the entry of our apartment, I think we were a little closer to it than he thought? Or maybe he wanted me to hit my head, I don’t know. I screamed and kicked at Christian, but my head ached and my vision was blurry.
He grabbed my ankle and pulled me until my crotch was at his. He pinned me down with his body and got my wrists into his grip again, holding them easily above my head.
I was crying, and he was kissing my neck. Christian pinned my thigh open as I tried to close my legs. He tightened his grip on my wrists and I felt him moving to unzip his pants. I screamed again and tried to pull out of his grip. Then he was heavily on top of me and someone was dragging me out from under him as he groaned in pain.
The person pulled me into Ari’s bedroom and lay me on his bed then shut the door. I heard threats being yelled in the other room. I tried to get up but my head felt like it was split open and the room was spinning whenever I tried to open my eyes.
Then things were quiet and the door to the bedroom opened back up. I was sitting on the floor, clinging to the post at the foot of my brother’s bed.
The person approached me and I cringed and pulled away but they held me still and put ice on my forehead, “It’s okay, Zia. He’s gone, you’re safe.”
My brother’s voice calmed me, but I covered myself with my hands as he held the ice to my head. I closed my eyes and let him take care of me. When I opened my eyes again my vision was a little clearer and I could see Ari’s creased brow as he looked at me, “Do you want to tell me why I just beat the shit out of one of my best friends?” he asked.
My head still ached, “Was swimming at the pool, someone pulled me under. I got choked up, Christian pulled me out of the water. I coughed up the water and he walked me home after. He…pushed me inside when I opened the door, and…”
Ari nodded, “Yeah, I saw. How did you hit your head?”
“Christian pushed me down, hit my head on the bench. I don’t feel well.”
“I think you have a concussion. I’m going to get some clothes from your room and take you up to the hospital.”
I nodded.
He left me alone for a little while and came back with underwear, a shirt and jeans and helped me get them on. He took me to the hospital and they did scans and tests and came back with me having a mild concussion, the cure being to watch me over the next few days and not to sleep until I could walk on my own and my pupils weren’t dilated anymore, which would probably take a few hours at most, they thought.
It was well after midnight before my brother was willing to let me go to sleep. He spent the night sitting up on the floor next to my bed. I really was trouble for him.
When I woke up in the morning, I lay in my bed and watched him for a little while. He had black hair down to his shoulders and his jaw and cheeks were dotted in stubble. He was a handsome guy, but right now he just looked uncomfortable and his brow was furrowed in worry even as he slept.
I reached out to him and stroked his cheek, “Ari, wake up and go to bed, I’m okay,” I whispered.
He opened his eyes and looked at me, “Did Christian…” he didn’t finish the thought.
“I don’t know. I just remember my head hurting, nothing else hurting,” I said. “It would’ve hurt, right?”
He sat up and looked at me, “You’ve had sex before…”
I shook my head, interrupting him, “No, I haven’t. Shocking, right?” I said, trying to laugh but just making my head hurt again.
He looked uncomfortable, “Then it probably would have hurt.”
“I let my guard down,” I said.
Ari reached out to me and touched my forehead, “I’ve had Christian over here while you were asleep before. I never thought he’d do something like that.”
“Why’d you even let me come live with you? I just cause problems for you,” I said softly.
He brought his hand down to my cheek and stroked it gently, “What was I supposed to do? Let you go into foster care? Your only other option was Aunt Delia and Uncle Frank…,” he cringed as he said it.
I crinkled my nose. They were the super religious type. I’ve gotten notice from them on more than one occasion that I’m going to hell for being a sinful temptress. “Well, thank you for taking on the trouble that is me,” I said with a smile.
“I think I broke Christian’s nose, so if he decides to press charges, I’ve been saving up bail money in the coffee can under my bed,” he said, a slight smirk on his face.
“Anticipating having to beat up one of your friends over me?” I teased.
He nodded, “Yeah, kinda,” then got up, kissed my forehead and left my room.
The next week or so was awkward as Christian came by a few times trying to apologize, to Ari mostly, for ‘losing his cool,’ or for, what others would call, ‘attempted rape.’ The last time Christian came over, Ari had a knife in his hand when he opened the door. I was standing at the end of the hall, leaning through the living room doorway to watch and make sure I didn’t have to stop Ari from actually killing Christian.
Christian sighed and said, “I fucked up. I really only planned on walking her home, but she was flirting with me at the door and…”
Ari gripped the knife tighter, “Tell me something, did you actually get your dick in her or did I get home just in time to keep you from raping my little sister?” he asked.
Christian clenched his jaw and shook his head, “What do you expect, man? She’s always hanging all over everyone in skimpy little clothes when we’re here. It was just a matter of time before one of us…”
I ran up to Ari and got between them, pushing him back into the apartment, “Not worth it,” I said as I got Ari fully inside and pulled the knife from his hand. I turned to Christian, “If you come around here again I report you to the complex and the police,” and slammed the door in his face, quickly running back to lock it.
I put the knife on the counter and looked at him, “Really, Ari? You go to jail and I’m just a sitting duck for all of your friends to come around and…”
“He’s not wrong,” he said as he cut me off. “You need to stop wearing shit like this…,” he grabbed my tank top and pulled it a bit.
I tilted my head slightly and looked at him, “Seriously?” I said, interrupting him.
“…When my friends are over,” he finished. “They’re horny assholes and…I don’t think I could take them if they decided to gang up on you,” he said sadly.
He sat on the floor in the hallway and leaned his back against the wall. I sat with him and put my head on his shoulder. Ari kissed the top of my head and rubbed his hand up and down my arm, “I love you, Zia, but sometimes you put too much faith in me. I’ve heard them whispering about you and I’d like to think it’s just empty fantasies, but after catching Christian…I’m not so sure anymore and I’ve been afraid to have more than one of them over at a time, just in case they get a little brave,” he said.
“I can leave, you know? I’m not a kid anymore, I’m not your ward. I’m twenty-two. I can get my own place and let you have your life back…”
He laughed and shook his head, “You being here with me is the only reason I don’t stay awake every night worrying about whether or not you’re safe. You’d be a prime target for creeps if you lived alone or with a female roommate. You live with a male roommate and the odds of him becoming a creep rises exponentially. You bring out the absolute worst in guys, Zia.”
I looked him in the eyes, the gloss of tears threatening to fall made a soft shimmer as he turned his head upwards slightly. I didn’t think about it, I just reacted and leaned over to him, kissing him softly on the lips. I expected him to pull away, maybe even push me away or slap me. But he just sat there and let me kiss across his bottom lip until I tilted his head towards me and parted his lips with my tongue.
He grabbed my arms and pushed me away from him, then. Ari shook his head and brought his hands up to his hair, pushing it back out of his face, then he got up, “You’ve gotta stop doing shit like that,” he said quietly, He ran to his bedroom, locking the door behind him.
I leaned my head back against the wall and looked up at the ceiling. Now I was torturing my own brother with my sexual inclinations. I put my fingertips to my lips and couldn’t help but wonder if I’d been trying to get my brother’s attention by fawning over his friends and bringing my dates back here.
I loved my brother, but did I *love* my brother? The butterflies in my stomach as I thought about the feel of his lips on mine along with the taste of his tongue told me I just might. I think I’ve been trying to get my brother to make a move on me out of jealousy.
Shit.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i0g2c1/getting_into_trouble_part_one_attempted_rape
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