Breaking and Entering

~*~

DJ walked along the beach, feeling the warm light of the sun touching his body as it began to set over the lake. It was a beautiful sight and he stopped for a moment to enjoy the colors, the bright reds and oranges, the subtle hints of purple that grew and changed to magenta, all reflected in the smooth surface of the water.

The party was behind him, loud music, and a beer tent, everyone getting ready for the firework display. But for some reason, DJ wasn't in the mood for a party. His mind was elsewhere. He stopped at the edge of the lake and took a drink out of the beer bottle he was carrying.

So lost in thought was he that when two hands slipped over his stomach and naked breasts pressed into his back, he jumped. A giggle told him who he would find when he turned around and he sighed. "Janie, I told you I wanted to be alone."

"Yeah, but you didn't mean it," she said, wiggling her slim form against him so that he could feel the heat of her against his back. "You just said that so I'd follow you."

DJ closed his eyes in frustration. "Okay, I said, Janie, I want to be alone and you took that to mean you should follow me?" He turned, pushing her gently away from him.

"Of course, you just wanted everyone to think you wanted to be alone. I saw the look you gave me. I know what it meant." She stepped back towards him and DJ sidestepped, trying to keep her from touching him.

"No, Janie, I wanted everyone to leave me alone, including you. I've told you I'm not interested in you that way. And I meant it." He turned to leave but heard her sob as she fell to the sand at his feet.

With a heartfelt sigh of annoyance and a roll of his eyes, he turned back to her, seeing her staring up at him with her blonde hair tangled around her. She was very pretty with a cute little body that he knew from experience went from zero to wet in about point two seconds. "Listen," he said, not wanting to hurt her. "We've had some fun and I've really enjoyed the stuff we've done together, but I'm in love with someone else," he said in a rush.

Shock stopped him as he heard his voice say those words. His mind flew and suddenly he realized why he'd tortured Cameron so badly for the years their parents had dated. He wanted her, not as his sister but as his--period.

He was so lost in thought, he didn't see Janie move. But he felt the small hand that wrapped around his cock. He tried to step back, but she had a hold of him. As he watched, she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around him.

Hot, scorching wetness trapped him, making him groan. He felt his cock start to stiffen as her lips moved over him, her tongue tracing and tickling the underside. For an instant, he was lost in the sensation and then, like a bucket of cold water being thrown over him, he realized what he was doing.

He wrapped his hand in her blonde hair and pulled, feeling his cock pop out of her mouth like a cork from a bottle. Spittle drooled out around her lips, and he felt disgust. "I tell you I love someone and you try to give me a blow job? Grow up, Janie." He let her drop into the sand and drained the beer from the bottle in his hand before heading back towards the party and the beach house where he had a locker to store his stuff in. Janie's screams and recriminations followed him as she sat, pouting, in the sand where he'd pushed her.

DJ waved at his dad and Cami's mom and then went into the beach house, going to his locker and getting dressed. Then he rushed out to his car. He was going over to see Cameron now, before he chickened out and became just as pathetic as Janie. The idea of following Cameron around and begging for scraps of affection was just too bleak to imagine.

~*~

"Check out them tits. Think they're real?"

"Only one way to tell for sure, gotta give them the squeeze test." The man in gray said, watching as his partner took the girl's wrists both in one hand and clamped his other over her luscious boobs. He knew they were real; he'd had a taste of them babies already. But he liked the terror and loathing in the girl's eyes and knew she hated what they were doing to her. "Gotta squeeze em hard, partner."

Cameron screamed as his fingers bit into her tender skin, bruising her and leaving finger sized welts upon her breasts. She could feel the other man's penis pushing against her thigh, leaving a trail of stickiness against her skin that disgusted her and made her feel dirty.

"Don't you think you should get to the fucking? We don't want them coming home and finding us doing their daughter in the living room."

"We got lots of time. The parents are down at that nudey beach. They got a big party going on there. No one will be home for hours yet." The gray man reached once more between her thighs, stroking gently, finding the hidden bud of her clit. "I want to get her wet and make her like it," he said as he circled the small bud. "It makes em hate it all the more if they like it."

"You're a sick mother fucker, ain't you partner." But his hands gentled against her breast, his fingers finding and twiddling her nipple in little circles.

Cameron struggled and fought, tears slipping from her eyes into her hair. She couldn't move, couldn't bear thinking about what they were doing to her. She hated their touch on her body. And when she felt the man in gray sliding down her body, his mouth licking across her stomach, she struggled even harder.

"I don't think she wants you tasting her honey pot."

"That'll make it all the sweeter when I do," his partner said with a laugh. "I gotta get this bitch going so she'll give us both a good ride."

"Think she'll bite me if I try and get her to suck my cock?"

The man in gray held her legs apart with his body, his fingers opening her soft nether lips. He looked up at his partner. "You really ain't never done this before have you?"

"No, I told you that."

"Let me get her warmed up and then I bet she'll do whatever we want," he said before turning his attention back to the sweet little cunt that was under his fingers. He licked his lips before taking his first taste of her dry flesh.

Cameron fought and kicked even as she felt her body moisten. She didn't want this but her body was preparing the way for her to be raped. She bucked her hips, trying to knock him off of her, but he held on and fastened his lips around her clit, sucking it between his lips.

"NO!" she screamed, hating that despite her disgust and fear, what he did felt good. It had been ages since she'd slept with anyone, since she'd felt someone else's hands on her body but her own. But just because it felt good didn't mean she was going to give in to what he was doing. It just made her struggle more.

He kept at it, licking and nibbling, suckling and poking until he deemed her "good and wet". Then he slid up her body, grabbing her face in his hand and forcing her to look at him.

Cameron, forced to stare into the brown eyes of her rapist, tried to show all the loathing and hatred she felt for him in her eyes. He laughed, enjoying her fight and shifted his hips, his cock pushing against her now wet cunt. "Lay still and enjoy it, bitch," he hissed as he felt her opening around the invading head of his hard cock.

Suddenly his weight was off of her, his body gone. She blinked, not sure what had happened and felt two hands lifting her by her wrists and dragging her against a hard body. There was a loud flicking noise and suddenly a sharp, cold blade was at her throat. "Don't move," a voice hissed in her ear. "Stay still and I won't have to slice you."

"Let her go."

Cameron almost fainted at the sound of DJ's voice, only the pressure of the blade at her throat holding her upright. She searched the room and found him standing over the unconscious form of her other attacker. His body was rigid, his hands curved into fists as he stared at the welts and bruises that were quickly darkening on her naked body.

"Don't move," the guy in black shouted, staring down at his unconscious partner. "You take one step and I swear I'll slice her throat."

The blade shook against her skin, nicking her and causing a drop of blood to trail down her throat. Cameron held completely still, staring at DJ with desperation in her gaze.

"Take it easy, you don't want to hurt her," DJ said, holding his hands out in a placating motion though his words denied the gesture. "If you hurt her at all, I promise you, I'll hunt you down and kill you."

"I won't hurt her; I'm just going to take her and my partner there at your feet out of here. When I get somewhere safe, I'll let her loose."

"You're not leaving this room with her," DJ said, his voice hard as he stared the man down.

"And how are you going to stop me without getting her killed?"

"We'll make a deal," DJ said. "You leave her, you can leave and I'll give you a twenty minute head start before I call the cops. That's the best deal you're going to get. Otherwise I'll break your arm and take that knife away before you have the chance to even think of using it."

The man in black stood there, indecisive. He stared at DJ who was just as tall as he was but more muscular. Then suddenly, he moved his arm, throwing Cameron towards DJ and turning to run out the door.

And right into the arms of the police whose car had pulled up a second before the front door opened as the man in black ran out.

DJ grabbed Cameron in his arms, pulling her close to him as she clung to the polo shirt he was wearing, desperately grabbing fistfuls of the material. Sobs gathered in her chest and spilled from her, wracking her slender frame with shuddering jerks. She couldn't speak, she couldn't move, she could just lean against him and cry.

DJ pulled the small blanket that hung on the back of the couch off and wrapped it around her naked form, holding her to him gently even as the cops came in.

"Is she okay?" one asked him.

"She was almost raped; they had her pinned to the floor when I came into the house."

"We'll get an ambulance."

"No," Cameron said as her voice hitched. She wiped her eyes on one corner of the blanket pulling slightly away from DJ. "He didn't penetrate, I'm fine."

"But..."

"No, ambulance," she said again, stubbornly.

"Okay, but we need to get a statement from you, Miss...?"

"Cameron James, officer," Cameron said, wrapping the blanket more securely around her body and huddling back in DJ's arms.

"Miss James, and we'll need your statement also, DJ."

"Can it wait until tomorrow, Brad? Cami's been through the wringer and ..."

"Now would be better, DJ, I'm sorry," Brad interrupted.

Cameron shrugged out of his arms and sat down on the couch. "Could I at least put on my robe?"

The officer sent someone to get the robe and started with his questions. After hearing Cameron's side and listening to what DJ had found when he'd come in, plus the fact that the two men had been caught red handed, their haul left in the dining room, there weren't many questions to be asked. They were still in the house thought when Clarissa and Dan showed up an hour later.

Cameron had gone to her room to put some clothes on, leaving DJ to answer any questions.

He quickly explained what had happened, finishing when Cameron was walking out of the bathroom, dressed in a loose fitting sundress that covered most of the bruises on her breasts, though left the ones on her arms and wrists bare.

"Oh, baby," her mother cried, coming up to wrap Cameron in her arms. "Are you sure you shouldn't go to the hospital and be checked out?"

Cameron sighed and leaned her head against her mother, breathing in the familiar scent of suntan oil and her mother's perfume. "I'm fine, mom. Really," she said, looking into her mother's worried brown eyes.

Clarissa ran her hand over her daughter's bright head, pressing a kiss on her cheek. "You go sit down and I'm going to make you some soup," she said.

Cameron laughed and patted her mother on the back as she hugged her tight. "Mom, chicken and noodles don't cure everything."

"Yeah, but it never hurts either. Don't argue with me, go sit down with DJ and Dan and I'll be right out." Clarissa gently pushed her toward the living room, watching with worried eyes as she walked with a limping gait through the archway that separated the living room from the hall.

DJ stood when she came in, walking over and swooping her up in his arms to carry her over to the couch and then propped her foot up with pillows. "You shouldn't be walking on that. As a matter of fact, you should be in the hospital right now."

"I hate hospitals," Cameron said, her eyes still wide from the suddenness of his move.

Dan started to laugh. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've heard. You hate hospitals but you want to be a doctor, how is that supposed to make sense."

"It makes perfect sense," Cami said, smiling at Dan. "Doctors make the worst patients."

DJ shook his head. "That doesn't matter, you could have broken something or they could have seriously hurt you. You should be looked at."

"God, DJ, quit being such a woman," Cami said, looking up at him since he still stood over her. "And stop hovering, I'm fine. I'm a hell of a lot tougher than I look."

"Fine, I'll stop hovering. As a matter of fact, I'll just get out of here all together." He started towards the door, stopping only when Clarissa called his name. He kissed her cheek, giving her a loose hug.

"She's fine, Clarissa. I'm going before I say something that we both regret."

"Like telling her you love her?" Clarissa asked, smiling with that serene smile that only mothers can perfect. She chuckled softly as she looked into his startled face, patting his cheek. "Don't worry, DJ, I don't think she's figured it out yet. And I promise not to tell her either, but I think you should."

"Yeah, like that'll work out. She hates me, Clarissa. She's hated me since the first day you introduced us. She'd laugh in my face if I told her how I feel." His head dropped and then he heard Cami's bright laughter. "I've got to go," he said, summoning up a half smile and turning to hurry out the door.

Clarissa sighed and shook her head, closing the door after him and locking it tightly. Then she walked to the living room to cluck over her daughter.

~*~

DJ stared up at her window in the darkness. He couldn't believe he was standing here contemplating what he was. He was crazy, he had to be.

After driving around town, a feat which didn't take as long as he wished it would, he'd driven back to the beach, staring at the fireworks that blazed across the sky from his car window. His mind was in such turmoil that he couldn't appreciate the beauty in those flashes of red and blue, silver and gold, green and purple. Even the more elaborate designs that shot across the sky, living and dying in that one bright burst of colorful light couldn't interest him. All he kept seeing was the welts and bruises on Cami's body.

They'd done a job on her, leaving bruises and bite marks that would take a while to heal. And how long would it take for the scars on her psyche to heal as well? He didn't know but he wanted to be able to do something for her, to help somehow.

But nothing seemed right. How did he overcome her hatred of him?

Starting the car, he left the beach without even seeing the big finale of color that exploded over the lake rivaling even the sunset he'd seen earlier. And then he found himself here. Now he leaned against his car, staring up at her bedroom window with a frown on his handsome face.

He was crazy. She was probably sleeping and here he was contemplating climbing that rickety wooden trellis to get up to her room. He'd probably break his damn neck. With a sigh, he started across the yard and grabbed a hold of the old wood, praying it would hold is weight.

Half way up it creaked and he heard the wood splinter. With a muffled curse, he threw himself forward, grabbing the ledge outside her window and pulling himself up. He managed to get his foot jammed against the brick and hauled himself up.

He knocked on the window, peering inside the dark room. The light turned on and he saw Cami, fear easily seen on her face until she saw him looking inside her room. Shocked, she slid out of bed and hurried to the window, opening it and helping him inside.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed as he fell inside the window, rolling to his feet as she stumbled back.

"I was worried about you," he said, rubbing his elbow where it had connected against the hard floor, hitting his funny bone and making it tingle.

"You were worried about me?" She laughed, sitting on the side of her mussed bed.

"Yeah, what's so hard to believe about that? I can't be worried about you after you've almost been raped and maybe killed?" His eyes roamed over her, enjoying how she looked in a thin tank top that followed the lines of her body with the faithfulness of a lover's hand and the short shorts that hugged her ass and left all of her long curvy legs bare to his eyes.

"It's hard to believe because you've never worried about me before, why should you start now?" She crossed her arms, the movement causing her breasts to jiggle enticingly.

"You've just been through a really bad experience."

"Oh, it's a bad experience that has you here, so if I flunk my chem final, are you going to climb up the trellis and wake me up in the middle of the night too?" She stared up at him, still in shock that he was here, especially after the dream he'd woke her out of.

He'd been in her room then too, but he hadn't been wearing the cut off shorts and polo shirt he was wearing now. He'd been naked and in her bed, his body tangled with hers, between her thighs, making love to her with such intense passion that when he had knocked on her window, she'd had problems figuring out what was reality and what was dream.

And now he was in her room and she was still trying to get her mind out of that dream and back into the here and now.

"If you needed me here if you flunked your chem final, you'd only have to ask." He stepped forward, sinking down next to her on the bed. "I'd be here for you, Cami." He pushed a lock of her hair back off of her forehead.

"Okay," she said, pushing his hand away. "What did you do with DJ? Is he in the mother ship?"

"Funny," he said, letting his hand drop into his lap. "I try to be sensitive and understanding and I get lip from you."

She stared at him like he was insane, a feeling he was beginning to empathize with. He felt insane, sitting in her bedroom, staring at the trappings of her youth from the china dolls sitting on the shelf on her wall to the pom poms that were hanging crossed on her wall. Even her diploma, framed prettily, was hung on her wall along with all her numerous awards from high school and college.

There was a picture of her from prom with her date, a tall gangly guy who seemed more than nervous as he posed with a younger Cami who looked radiant in a turquoise blue long dress, a sparkling tiara in her red hair. She looked so gorgeous and even a little shy in the picture, a look he'd never seen when she was around him.

"I'm sorry," Cami said, surprising him. "I shouldn't make fun of you, especially after you saved me earlier today. " She paused, looking at him as if a thought just hit her, a thought that screamed that something was wrong. "How did you come to be where I needed you today? Why weren't you at the party?"

DJ stared at her, his mind racing. The moment of truth was at hand and he found he couldn't tell her. "Uh, ESP?" he stuttered.

"That's very funny, DJ," she said with absolutely no humor in her voice. "Now what's the real reason?"

"I got bored and decided baiting you would be more fun than the beach."

"I'm sorry, I find that hard to believe." She turned, scooting sideways on the bed until she faced him, her knee brushing against his bare thigh.