Summary: You were always at the Washington house, parties, holidays, events, and hangouts were weekly if not daily occurrences between yours and the Washington family, considering both your family and theirs were considered rich. But what would your families say if they knew their two oldest children were secretly involved?? and how can one misunderstanding change the trajectory of a life long relationship?
Content: SMUT, P in V, briefly mentioned Oral both F and M receiving, fingering, slight cursing, brief argument, but quickly resolved.
Word Count: 2.5K
Your families were close. Too close even.. your mothers had met in high school, and both ended up marrying into rich marriages. of course this meant that when Melinda fell pregnant with her first born, your own mother wasn't but a year behind her. and by the time the Washingtons had their twins, Hannah and Beth, your mother had her first son, and then two more children after that. Needless to say, your families were full of offspring. all 7 children raised practically the same, with the same traditions, same schools, and same wealthy ass lifestyles.
You knew you had plans tonight, it was a Sunday, you always had plans on Sundays. Since birth, you and your family would go to the Washingtons' estate for dinner and drinks. You also knew that when you had asked to skip the dinner and hang out with friends instead, the answer from your mother would inevitably be a harsh no. What would your mother do without her eldest daughter in attendance? It's not like you didn't enjoy the dinners.. You did. It had just recently become.. awkward, and you'd rather not go re-live another Sunday of unsure glances, cheap excuses, and fake laughs.
it started a few months ago, Fourth of July. Your fathers out on the lawn grilling, your mothers and their other friends discussing the latest book of choice for their self-help book club, your little siblings playing pirates in the pool, Hannah and Beth, chaperoning them, and you and Josh... alone. It wasn't like it was your first time being alone, you'd been alone many times over the years.. but never quite that close and never with that tension. One thing led to the next, and somehow you were in the pantry with his hand up your skirt and yours down his jeans. It wasn't anything major, a make-out session, and a blowjob, but it was enough to completely change the trajectory of your relationship. The next time was a Sunday night, when your parents had gotten far too drunk to drive home, and you were stuck at their house for the night. It was long past midnight, and Hannah and Beth had already retired. Your youngest siblings hadn't attended on account of being at summer camp, and your younger brother was lounging in the living room couch. Your parents were fast asleep in the guest room, and Josh was outside with a cigarette in his Hand, blowing the smoke into the humid night. He was startled at first when he heard the glass door behind him creak open, and relieved to see it was just you. "Someone has a secret," you said, alluding to the cigarette in hand. "You gonna tattle?" he said with a small smirk, not even looking at you. "I should.." you joked as you came up beside him on the balcony, "surprised you're not asleep or shitfaced," you said calmly. "I was," he sighed, "our drunk ass parents woke me up attempting to make it up all three flights of stairs". You giggled in response, knowing full well how your parents were. It didn't take long after that for your lips to meet again, and even less time to find yourselves in Josh's room. This Time, it was you splayed for him on his bed as his head was pressed between your legs, and a pillow on your face to keep you quiet.
That was a few weeks ago, and after that night, everything just seemed.. weird? Conversations between to two of you had become short, rushed, and unfamiliar. It was upsetting more than anything to be honest. You'd grown up with this man. You'd never had problems. it probably made it worse that his sisters seemed a little too invested in your interactions... as if they knew there was something secret happening under their noses. Your idea of hell was somehow spreading to your parents. Though generally humane people, both of your families shared traditional and money-forward views. Some of those being that they'd been trying to set you up with some son of a wealthy family in Vancouver. of course, they'd never make you marry the man.. but it would still be a big deal. especially if you didn't have someone of equal importance to sway them with. And Josh he was certainly important to them but... for their daughter.. probably not. and the same could probably most definitely be said for the Washington's who probably had some crazy proper ideal for their future daughter-in-law, and from what you'd known the Washington's had no desire for their kids to marry until they were into their late 20's and that they'd continue to feed them on silver spoons till they were ready to let their baby birds or fully grown birds fly from the nest. And your parents were most definitely the opposite; they had far too many young children to worry about the eldest and keep her on a chain for that long.
This Sunday was no different than the last. So far, you'd seen Josh a total of 3 times, and each one was painfully worse than the last. First, you had gone to greet him with a hug at the front door, and it turned into one of those awful side hugs. The second, you asked him to pass you the pepper at the dinner table, and he literally made eye contact with you and ignored you immediately after. The last though was your breaking point. Josh was wiping the table off, and if not clockwork, the minute you walked into the room alone with him, he scurried off, without a word, literally leaving what he was doing there. That was it. That was more than just an awkward encounter; he was blatantly ignoring you, and there wasn't much more you disliked than being disrespected.
That night ended up being not much different than the other nights where your parents had a few too many drinks, and suddenly the Washington's guest rooms were full Till morning. This time, though, you were in charge of making sure all of your siblings had made it to a room and fallen asleep. After around an hour of listening to your youngest sister's stories about her first figure skating class and gymnastics rehearsals, and both your brothers talk about their football conditioning and how it would be their first year playing on a school team together, as one was a freshman and the other a sophomore.
After a long night of game playing, drinking, and other sisterly duties, one thing still plagued you. Josh. you had found yourself in a strikingly familiar positioning, watching him from the glass door light and smoke his cigarette. after a while of contemplating you finally decided you'd had enough of his cat and mouse game. gently, you opened the door, startling him almost.
"its not cool to ignore me." you said with your arms crossed over your chest and your back to the door.
"I'm not" he replied coldly.
"bullshit. the hell did I do?" you snapped back before he got a chance to dig his excuse deeper.n
"nothing. I told you I'm not ignoring you, dude." he said with a slightly annoyed tone to his voice.
"I don't believe that for one second," you said, stepping closer and hanging your head over the balcony in exhaustion. "Please just tell me if I did anything wrong, Josh.." you pleaded, giving up on the tough act and genuinely asking for answers.
You saw him put his cigarette out on the metal railing before he let out a long exasperated sigh. "I just don't think we should... do what we were doing anymore.."
You furrowed your brows. That much had been obvious, but the sudden decision had no explanation.
"I-- could tell," you said, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. "I don't wanna sound pushy but... why?"
josh gave you a confused look in return "cause you're engaged??"
To this, you could only return the look. ".... I'm not??"
He let out an annoyed laugh, "Don't lie. I heard our parents talking about it last weekend. Some dude in Vancouver, right? Is he hot?" he said, clearly a bit bitter.
now you understood.
"Josh seriously im not engage-" before you could finish josh snapped. "Don't lie!"
you stood there, now blatantly pissed at the misinformation. "I'm Not engaged. My parents found a man They want me to marry. I've never even met the man. How could I possibly be engaged to someone I've never seen??" you said, over the bullshit.
You could see the gears in his head turning before he rested his body on the balcony railing and turned his head away from you. And with a soft breath, you heard him mutter "....good.."
you relaxed your body and sighed.. It was finally getting cooler, and you could slightly see your breath in the air before it dissipated into mere particles. "y'know... I would've told you if I was engaged... I'm not the type to-"
"I know," he said. sure and calm.
"so why'd you think I was lying?" you said, tilting your head as if he could see your facial expression.
"I dunno..." he replied. "I didn't really... I just, we're probably not meant to be together... at least standard wise. our families are so alike but expect so much different from us. and I know I shouldn't let my family dictate who I like or see or hookup with but.. its hard not to when they control every other part of your life."
"You're right... it's so much pressure being the oldest... the family showcase, the one that if they whip into shape they think the other's will follow by example. its hard to say no to someone who's given you nothing but unconditional materials for living.." you said, almost feeling nauseous thinking of what you were saying.
"you know I uh- I actually really like you.." he said, finally turning to look at you.
"yeah.. I like you too" you said with a small smile, and a scoot closer to him.
It wasn't long before your lips were back in contact as they had been in the same spot, weeks prior. And it definitely wasn't long before the kiss turned into something hotter. your hands finding the nape of his neck, and running them upwards through his hair. His arms pressed deep into your back, pulling you closer and closer, and a string of saliva keeping you connected even as you pulled away. In minutes, you had found yourself back in his room, your hands fiddling with the zipper of his pants, and his body pushing yours into his bed. His body moved down lower to yours, peppering kisses on your face, and then to your exposed collar bones from your off-the-shoulder dress.
"your skin's so smooth" he whispered into your neck, as his hands came under the bottom of your dress and he began to work it up and off of you, till you were left in only your lingerie.
"Doesn't get old" he said with that smug ass smirk on his face, before going back to kissing on your chest, this time deeper and with more passion.
You felt a few shortened breaths leave your mouth as you sat back blissfully, letting him unclasp the back of your bra, and complying as he pulled it forward. Within seconds, you felt his mouth suction around one breast, and his hand came up to squeeze the other. "d-----damnn" you said, shocked at the sudden feeling. Your hands found their way softly into his hair, gently playing with the strands resting messily on his forehead. "you're such a pretty boy" you softly smiled.
"Pretty boy?" he said gently, pulling away from your chest to pull off his own shirt and undo his belt and previously unzipped pants.
"yeah, you got a pretty face" you smiled, running a hand up and down his now bare torso. "Football did you good huh?" you joked about his muscles.
He chuckled a little, "only If you think so-" he said before diving back into a deep kiss. Mid kiss you felt his hand sliding down your abdomen and making its way into your panties. "fuck babe... you're soaked" he said as he ran a finger up and down your slick folds before abruptly shoving a finger in. "ff--ffuckk" you said, your back lifting from the bed and your arms wrapping around him tighter. gently he started to move it in and out in a rythmic pattern, his lips now pressed back to yours. without warning, you felt another thick finger snake its way inside of you, causing you to moan a little into his mouth. soon his movements sped and sped, gradually increasing the speed until his arm was hammering back and forth to deepen his fingers into you. "jjjoosshhh.. I'm gonna cum..." you said beginning to lift your body from the bed using your elbows. "shhh" he cooed, gently pushing your body back down flat onto the bed. "its okay baby.. come for me.." he said gently before hitting one more thrust into your wet mess before you felt an orgasm come and pass, your vagina clenching tight around his fingers before finally letting go. your body went limp for a bit as you stared into the ceiling. you were quickly snapped out of it when you felt josh press a kiss on your abdomen.
"My turn, okay?" he said softly, leading you to only nod in response. You could briefly see him remove his boxers in your peripheral. Soon, you felt your leg being hoisted onto his shoulder, and your vision focused on his face, as he looked down at you and grabbed his dick. "imma put it in" he said gently as he guided it towards your hole, and let out a mix between a groan and a whimper. you could feel the tip glide across the slick before in one foul swoop you felt the whole extent of the shaft push into you.
"sssshhiiitt--" he whined out, before adjusting himself and moving slowly into you. your hands found a nearby pillow once again as you placed it over your mouth in an attempt to keep quiet. once he was comfortable his hips started moving in a calculated pattern, earning loud moans into the pillow and kisses on your leg as an attempt to soothe himself from making noise. soon the comfortable speed turned into a pounding, a speed you hadn't felt before, and your nails dug so deep as a wave of white washed over your eyes. eventually you felt his movements slow, and removed the pillow to see a look of bliss on content on his face as he rode out the wave of his orgasm.
when he was done, he breathlessly pulled out, and flopped onto you. he'd worry about the mess when he wasn't so giddy, and you weren't particularly concerned with it either at the moment.
you both laid in the easy silence for a minute, your hands gently rubbing his back before he looked up at you and, with a worn-out voice, gently chuckled, "fuck Vancouver".
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