You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Harper

 I'm exhausted.

Mom and Dad have finally gone to bed, but I wouldn't put it past them to do room checks like they used to at summer camp.

I'm still downstairs with Easton bingeing some murderous documentary about a crime of passion, and some creepy stalker who always pretended to be her work friend but secretly cut pieces of her hair and slept with them in his pillow.

Ryan and Sadie are upstairs doing who knows what in the kitchen.

The creepy man on the screen continues his stalking.

Gross.

I shudder.

"Are you cold?"

Easton asks, pulling me close.

I frown.

"Is it just me or are you way too into the part where he almost gets away with it.” He shakes his head like he's disappointed in the mass murderer.

"I mean, he's an idiot, he could have made it, but noooo, he has to go back for one of those creepy pieces of hair like he didn't just kill her for rejecting him."

I scrunch up my nose.

"Weird that the husband ended up living."

"Poor guy probably wishes he were dead, imagine someone standing over you while you sleep with a butcher knife."

"Yay, what a great Christmas, so merry and bright,"

I tease and give him a hard shove.

“I'm going to have nightmares tonight about knives.” He laughs.

I turn to him and grip him by the shirt.

"I will end you if you sneak into my room, hover over me with a knife and scare the shit out of me.

I'll take that same knife and chop off both balls.” "Wouldn't that make me a eunuch?"

"Yes,"

I seethe.

"With the giant dick but a severe lack of testosterone and desire to have sex."

"Should I be scared that you just gave me an exact definition?"

He smiles.

"Chill, I won't scare you, I actually like my testicles and um..."

whispers in my ear, "So

"Do not."

sniff and

other day I was afraid you were going to

His smile is devastating.

you've been like a wild animal in bed, not

up his

"In fact..."

so

meet in

These

get tired of us, of this, that one day we

with each other and

I want this to

he says between kisses.

the butcher knife, I can't stop thinking about your dad coming down the stairs with one of

and kisses me

messing with my

my dad's messing with your erection, that's

shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me back against my childhood

I dreamt about it but never saw this in my future, I was too afraid to hope for it

brace for how big his dick was, but now my body instantly relaxes, basically sucking him

I can't even control my own body as I

hips and looks up at the stairway like he's afraid

was going to warn you about how fast I was going to go but fuck, it's even worse than I thought.” He

you have a

really all there

the pressure shift just enough for his angle to hit

know what

if It's just

I know is Mom can never find out that the couch has joined the soon to be long list of desecrated

almost embarrassed as Easton

like a way bigger mess than we've

"I got it."

again and returns from the downstairs wet bar with an array of paper towels and a warm rag from the

groan as he rubs me

only reason I have

say as he tugs my shorts back up and wipes down my

his old shotguns that he probably doesn't

"Perfect."

towels, tossing them in the trash in the corner, taking one look at the wash-—rag and looking to me

luck, he'll misfire and hit my dick, making your prophetic story actually come true.” I fall

drops the towel and

again as he pulls me into his arms, kissing me

can feel your

body is hot against mine, muscular, firm, and

snuggle closer as we sit with the reflection of

you to know that I'm here, by your side, no