Their First Time by Lena Lucas

2

McKenzie

I bet he’s big, like all over.

My entire body clenched at the thought of Landon. Then it was followed by the very filthy images on exactly what part of Landon would no doubt split me in two if it ever came down to it.

“Did you hear anything I said?”

I blinked back into focus and looked over at Devon. My brother stared at me with furrowed brows.

“What?” I squeaked out, my face feeling on fire for what I’d been thinking about. And in the presence of my brother. My twin sat across from me, the same light-blue eyes boring holes into me.

God. Mortifying.

I felt like he’d seen the super lewd things that flashed through my brain on repeat concerning Landon.

“Sorry, I was… just thinking about stuff.” I cleared my throat and pushed my plate away. Eating the rest of my food wasn’t going to happen now. I felt like I’d been caught doing something bad.

My mom was cleaning up after dinner. The sound of dishes clanking together as she rinsed them and put them in the dishwasher couldn’t drown out my embarrassment. My dad was already in his office, ripping a new asshole into someone on his payroll. I could hear intermittent curse words ringing down the hallway.

“I asked if you wanted to hang out at Slater's tonight with me and Landon.”

At the mention of Landon, all thoughts of trying to get out of going to the party left my mind. If Landon weren’t going to be there, I would’ve made up an excuse. Homework. Washing my hair. Doing absolutely anything else besides going to that asshole's house. I hated Slater, a douche of epic proportions. He thought he was God's gift to all the girls at school. In reality, he was just a rich mama’s boy who was a womanizer.

“Okay,” I finally said and tried to give Devon the most genuine smile I could muster, and not one where it showed I’d been thinking about Landon’s… anatomy.

But the look on Devon’s face said he knew I was full of shit. I doubted he’d ever guess exactly what was going on with me, and there was no way I’d ever admit a thing to him.

“Okay,” he said, and leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at me. “Hey, Ma, can we borrow the car tonight?”

“You know your dad and I are taking a belated anniversary trip.”

Devon smirked. Yeah, he’d known, but I also knew he was just trying to score points by asking her ahead of time instead of us just using it… like he’d done plenty of times before.

“I know, but I wouldn’t feel right just taking it without asking first.”

I rolled my eyes, and he smirked.

“What time will you guys be home?” our mother asked over the clank and clatter of the dishes.

Devon lifted a brow as if he wanted me to make the call.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Late,” I responded.

Mom looked over her shoulder and glanced between the two of us. “Devon.” she said his name in a very mom-like, authoritative tone. “Watch after your sister, and no drinking and driving.” She stared at him hard enough I felt goose bumps pop out over my arms.

“We aren’t stupid, Ma,” he said, but his focus never left me.

She turned back around and finished what she was doing, and I rolled my eyes again as I stood and grabbed my plate. I shouldn't go to the party. I really shouldn’t. Drinking, all those people, the smell of sweat, spilled beer, and no doubt dry-humping at the very least, would surround me. And if it was a Slater party, it would be ten times worse.

But Devon would be there, and no one would mess with me, drunk or not. And then there was Landon… God, Landon, the only reason I was about to push my social awkwardness aside and go.

I mean… what’s the worst thing that could happen?

Those were famous last words as I headed up to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready before the party. I turned the shower on, let it heat, then got undressed. For a second, I just stared at my reflection, letting my eyes move over my naked body. I pulled my long dark hair up into a messy bun then found myself letting my eyes move down to linger on my breasts. I’d always thought they were on the small side, barely even a handful. They’d be so tiny in Landon’s big palms.

My body started heating at that thought, at the images popping up in my mind. I let my gaze move over my flat belly, along my hips, then settling right on the part of my body no one but me had ever seen… or touched. I felt moisture pool between my legs as an especially dirty image slammed into my mind of Landon wrenching my thighs open so he could look at every part of me.

God, I bet he’d look especially fierce doing it too.

I got into the shower, hoping the water could cool my raging libido, but instead I found myself heating up, which had nothing to do with the hot water or the steam filling the bathroom.

I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, letting the spray of the water move down my chest, causing my nipples to pebble even more. I slipped a hand between my legs and started playing with my clit like a dirty girl, a shameful girl who was biting her lip and reaching climax as she thought about a certain boy shoving a massive cock into her.

I gasped as that pleasure peaked and I came, stars dancing behind my closed lids. I rode that pleasure, Landon filling my head… my fantasies having him fill my body too.

And when I came down from that high, I was left gasping and blinking back to reality.

God, I was disgusting, touching myself in the shower as I thought about Landon doing the filthiest things to me.

Maybe tonight could be different. Maybe tonight, I’d say screw it and try to make those fantasies a reality.