"Now," Alex growled, sliding back inside her with one brutal thrust, "let's finish our workout properly."
Laura wrapped her legs high around his waist, nails carving into his shoulders, eyes glittering with pure sin. "Yes, brother."
"And Lina told me to have fun," he snarled. "So I will."
He flipped her onto her stomach in one motion, yanked her hips up, and slammed into her from behind.
No warm-up. No mercy.
Just raw, animal fucking.
Laura couldn't breathe properly: every thrust punched the air from her lungs. Alex fisted her hair like reins, arched her back, and used her like a doll: hips snapping so hard the bedframe screamed, her breasts bouncing so violently they ached.
Her moans turned into hoarse screams within seconds. "Alex....stop....I can't....please....at least slow down...."
He laughed, dark and feral. "Harder and faster, you say? Greedy little sister. Here you go."
He somehow found another gear: hips pistoning, balls slapping her clit, the wet sound of their bodies obscene in the quiet morning. Laura's eyes rolled completely white. Tears streaked sideways across her temples.
Alex stopped only to flip her onto her back, throw one of her legs over his shoulder, and drive back in missionary: deeper, harder, faster. Her body jolted with every thrust: tears barely visible because she was shaking too violently.
He fucked her through two shattering orgasms: her back bowed off the bed, nails carving bloody lines down his arms, voice gone raw.
Then he changed angles again and again: mating press, her ankles by her ears; sideways spoon with one hand choking her throat lightly; until finally he slammed home one last time and came with a roar that rattled the windows.
The condom, miraculously, survived.
They collapsed in a sweaty, trembling heap.
Laura's voice was a rasp. "Were you trying to murder me?"
Alex kissed her damp forehead. "Don't be silly. Your pussy handled my dick just fine."
"I'm not sure it's still alive."
He smirked. "Want me to fuck you again? If you come, we'll know it's alive."
"No thanks, brother."
Silence. Just breathing.
Then Laura rolled onto her side, tracing lazy circles on his chest. "I want to swim in the lake for a while."
Alex nodded. "Okay."
She climbed out of bed on shaky legs, slipped into a tiny sundress: no underwear: and headed for the door.
Alex followed.
Laura stopped, hand on the knob. "Don't come with me."
"Why?"
"Because the second my toe touches the water you'll be inside me again. I've had enough fucking for now. Go cook."
He laughed. "Fine. Be careful, Laura."
"I'm a grown woman, remember."
"Yeah," he grinned, "I remember you screaming bloody murder over an 'innocent spider'."
"Hey! They're terrifying! Those hairy legs....ew!"
"That day I thought someone was killing you. Ran in ready to fight… and it was a daddy-long-legs."
"Don't laugh! I was scared. But my hero saved me."
"I'll always save you, Laura."
"I know, Alex." She smiled, soft and real. "I guess I should thank that spider. It brought us closer."
"You're right," he said quietly. "It did."
They kissed: slow, sweet, tasting like forever.
Laura pulled back, eyes sparkling. "Start cooking, brother. Your sister's going to get wet in the lake."
Alex's grin turned wicked. "Then I have to come."
"No!" She slipped out the door, laughter trailing behind her.
Alex watched from the window as she walked barefoot down the path to the boathouse, red dress fluttering in the breeze.
Laura stepped onto the creaking dock, the morning sun warm on her shoulders.
Then the feeling hit her: like invisible eyes crawling over her skin.
She froze mid-step. Someone was watching.
She looked around.
Nothing. Just pines, water, and silence.
"Imagination." She laughed at herself under her breath and took one step onto the old wooden stairs that led down into the lake.
A rustle behind her.
She spun. Nothing.
Another sound: closer, inside the boathouse.
Scrambling. Scratching.
Laura's heart kicked against her ribs.
Should she call Alex? Or run?
The noise grew louder: fast, frantic, definitely not human.
Her mouth went dry.
Then: BANG.
A fat raccoon burst out of the shadows, tail puffed, eyes wild.
Laura yelped, stumbled back a step, then laughed in pure relief.
"You little shit," she muttered, hand on her chest. "I almost called my boyfriend to murder you."
The raccoon gave her an unimpressed stare and waddled off into the trees.
Laura shook her head, still smiling.
Stupid.
She turned back to the stairs.
And saw it.
A huge, hairy spider: thick black legs, body the size of a silver dollar: perched on the third step like it owned the place.
Her arachnophobia detonated.
A blood-curdling scream ripped out of her throat. She jerked backward, desperate to get away.
Her legs: still jelly from Alex's "workout": betrayed her completely.
She slipped. Fell hard.
The ancient wood cracked like gunfire under her weight.
A jagged shard punched straight through her lower abdomen, just beside her navel.
Pain exploded: white-hot, blinding.
Blood bloomed dark and fast, running down the broken stairs, dripping into the lake in thick red ribbons.
Laura's scream cut off into a choked gasp.
Alex was running before the echo of her scream died. He reached the boathouse in seconds, barefoot, chest heaving.
The sight hit him like a bullet to the heart.
Laura on her back across the shattered stairs, pale as paper, blood everywhere, the wooden spike still inside her.
He dropped to his knees beside her, hands shaking so hard he could barely touch her. "Laura....baby....fuck....what happened?!"
Her eyes fluttered, already glazing. Voice barely a thread. "Spider…"
Then her head lolled to the side and she went limp.
Alex screamed her name.