Present (Andrew/Danielle, NC-17)
Title: Present.
Fandom: Desperate Housewives.
Characters: Danielle Van De Kamp.
Pairings: Andrew/Danielle.
Spoilers: General season 1, 1x15 Impossible, 1x21 Live Alone and Like It.
Kinks: Incest.
Summary: She doesn't plan on running for a second term, and her brother knows exactly why.
A/N: Cross-posted to desperate_fic.
"So."
Danielle looked up from the desk stacked with open textbooks and photocopied pages of notes to see her brother standing in the entrance to her room, leaning casually against the door frame. "What is it?" she snapped. "I have a ton of trig homework."
"Jeeze, Danny, you can drop the little miss perfect act with me," said Andrew. "I know what Mom found in your laundry yesterday."
"What?" she shot up in her chair. "How'd you--"
"How could you be so lame as to leave a condom in the pocket of your jeans? That's what I want to know," said Andrew. "I mean, didn't it occur to you to empty your pockets? Didn't you realize that laundry isn't washed by the clean-clothes fairy?"
"Cut it out, Andrew," replied Danielle, turning back to her desk. "I've had it with your put-downs."
"Oh, no," said Andrew, grinning, "no, no, no. I'm not putting you down. If anything, I admire your spirit. You don't want to be Mom's little angel anymore. You want to be bad, you're just not very good at it."
Danielle kept her head down, flipping through the trigonometry textbook. "So, what's it to you?"
She didn't even hear his footsteps, but suddenly he was standing right behind her, resting his hands on the back of her chair. She could feel his breath and smell tobacco very faintly on his clothing when he whispered, "I can help you."
Looking straight ahead, she traced with her eyes the dolphin and fairy figures pasted around her school timetable. "Oh?"
"How'd you like to quit the abstinence club for good?"
She took a deep breath, the smell of cigarettes stronger than ever. "John doesn't want me, and I don't see how you can do anything about that. Unless he's another one of your partners in crime, like Justin."
"John's straight, as far as I know," said Andrew, "and I'd know. And Justin is too clingy. No, I'm here to give you what you want. What you really want."
Despite herself, she turned around, half-facing her brother. "Andrew, you're delusional. I have no idea what you're talking about."
Andrew smiled and didn't say a word.
"I'll call Mom!" she said, starting to panic. "I'll tell her you..."
"I what?" asked Andrew. "I haven't done anything wrong. I haven't touched you. Not yet."
She shivered and looked away. "I have no idea what could make you think something like that. I'm not a pervert. I think I'm the only one in the family who isn't."
"No, you're not," he said. "You're president of the abstinence club, you're the girl who does her trig homework and gets dumped by her boyfriend for someone who doesn't wear a chastity belt. Momma's little girl, how ever are you going to be a model? Think you can deal with all the coke and orgies in New York?"
"You can resist all temptation if you have enough moral fiber," she replied, staring at the wall, feeling tears starting to well below her lashes.
"People with moral fiber never have any fun," he said. "Look at me."
She did.
"Do I look like I have any regrets?"
She shook her head slowly, feeling the dampness leaking down her cheeks.
He smiled. "That's because I don't. Now, I came here to give you a present, because I thought you were ready to leave Bree's world behind and start looking for some fun. If you don't want it, that's fine. I have a box of condoms in my pocket that I can use on any number of other people. If you do want it, there are only two words you need to say to me right now and you know exactly what they are." He straightened up and stood before her, hands in his pockets, smirking as usual.
She knew what she wanted. She'd known when she thought of him late at night, unable to sleep, or when John kissed her and she closed her eyes and sighed. She swiped at her cheeks with the back of her hand and said, "Fuck me, Andrew."
A big grin spread over his face and he held out his hand to her. When she took it, he led her to the door, closed it and pressed her up against it. She kept her eyes stubbornly open and watched him lean in and grab her mouth, kissing her slowly and insistently, not letting go. When he relented, she gasped. When his hand slid under her shirt and cupped her breast, she moaned. She finally let her eyes gently close as her brother kissed her neck and reached up to unclasp her bra.
Panting, she pressed her hips against his and let her hands wander over his back and tug up the hem of his tee shirt. He pushed her back against the door and pulled it off, still grinning as he watched her check him out.
"Yeah, you're definitely a pervert," he said.
She shivered suddenly. "I don't care anymore. I might as well be, if everyone else is."
Andrew shrugged. "We're both in this together. Kissing a guy doesn't make me a perv, but this is different. I wouldn't do it if I minded." Without another word he pushed up against her again, his hand this time going down her thigh, which she obliged by letting it rise a little, wrap around him a little. He was breathing hard when he kissed her, and she could feel his erection against her. It was a huge turn-on to realize he wanted her as much as she wanted him, despite his glibness. His hand dipped into her jeans, but didn't get far.
"Hold on," she panted, pushing against his chest. He stood back and watched her pull off her jeans, then leaned in again, kissing her hard until she was breathless. Before she could quite catch her breath, he moved his hand all the way up her thigh, stomach, breast and neck. She moaned. He touched her lips with two fingers, sliding them into her open mouth for her to suck, pulling them out wet and reaching for her panties.
"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.
"Trust me," he said.
She felt him push aside the damp fabric of her panties and stroking her slit gently. "Oh, God," she moaned.
"God's not here," said Andrew, pushing one finger in, circling her clit. "And I don't think he'd approve," he slid in another finger, then a third.
He thrust into her with her hand, and she bit her lip so as not to scream. She wrapped her arms around him and held on tightly, afraid of falling, but when he pulled out his hand she whimpered in protest. He pressed his three fingers, sleek and sticky, to her lips until she opened her mouth and sucked them clean. She scraped against the small of his back with her fingernails.
"All right, all right," he said, grinning as he unbuttoned his jeans.
She reached into his boxers at the same time as he hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled down. Seconds later he was pushing her against the wall again, he was inside her and every muscle in her hips and thighs clenched against him, wanting. He buried his face in her neck when she scratched his back, thrusting hard. He came a second after she did. His hands let go of her thighs, letting her feet drop to the floor.
They were both sprawled limply on the floor, and Danielle was the first one to sit up. The floor was littered with clothing and a condom wrapper, and when she leaned back against the door she remembered that it was shut, but not locked.
"Shit," she said, sighing. "We're never doing that again, you hear me? It's too risky. If Mom found out she'd kill us both."
"We'd be better off caught trying to assassinate Dick Cheney," said Andrew, stretched out on her floor, naked and careless.
"No, she'd actually kill us, Andrew," she said again. "There's some things you can't forgive."
Andrew flipped over to lie on his side and looked at her. "We could just not get caught, you know."
She shook her head. "It's too risky. Just... get dressed and go to your room, or better yet, go shower. I have to finish my homework."
Getting up, Danielle went to her closet and pulled out a clean pair of underwear, put on her bathrobe and bundled up her dirty clothes in a pile by the door. She avoided looking at Andrew getting dressed and instead sat at her desk, staring at the books without seeing a single word clearly.
"Hey."
She looked up. Andrew was standing at the doorway, his hand on the handle.
"How'd you like your present?"
She smiled shakily. "It was perfect."
Fandom: Desperate Housewives.
Characters: Danielle Van De Kamp.
Pairings: Andrew/Danielle.
Spoilers: General season 1, 1x15 Impossible, 1x21 Live Alone and Like It.
Kinks: Incest.
Summary: She doesn't plan on running for a second term, and her brother knows exactly why.
A/N: Cross-posted to desperate_fic.
"So."
Danielle looked up from the desk stacked with open textbooks and photocopied pages of notes to see her brother standing in the entrance to her room, leaning casually against the door frame. "What is it?" she snapped. "I have a ton of trig homework."
"Jeeze, Danny, you can drop the little miss perfect act with me," said Andrew. "I know what Mom found in your laundry yesterday."
"What?" she shot up in her chair. "How'd you--"
"How could you be so lame as to leave a condom in the pocket of your jeans? That's what I want to know," said Andrew. "I mean, didn't it occur to you to empty your pockets? Didn't you realize that laundry isn't washed by the clean-clothes fairy?"
"Cut it out, Andrew," replied Danielle, turning back to her desk. "I've had it with your put-downs."
"Oh, no," said Andrew, grinning, "no, no, no. I'm not putting you down. If anything, I admire your spirit. You don't want to be Mom's little angel anymore. You want to be bad, you're just not very good at it."
Danielle kept her head down, flipping through the trigonometry textbook. "So, what's it to you?"
She didn't even hear his footsteps, but suddenly he was standing right behind her, resting his hands on the back of her chair. She could feel his breath and smell tobacco very faintly on his clothing when he whispered, "I can help you."
Looking straight ahead, she traced with her eyes the dolphin and fairy figures pasted around her school timetable. "Oh?"
"How'd you like to quit the abstinence club for good?"
She took a deep breath, the smell of cigarettes stronger than ever. "John doesn't want me, and I don't see how you can do anything about that. Unless he's another one of your partners in crime, like Justin."
"John's straight, as far as I know," said Andrew, "and I'd know. And Justin is too clingy. No, I'm here to give you what you want. What you really want."
Despite herself, she turned around, half-facing her brother. "Andrew, you're delusional. I have no idea what you're talking about."
Andrew smiled and didn't say a word.
"I'll call Mom!" she said, starting to panic. "I'll tell her you..."
"I what?" asked Andrew. "I haven't done anything wrong. I haven't touched you. Not yet."
She shivered and looked away. "I have no idea what could make you think something like that. I'm not a pervert. I think I'm the only one in the family who isn't."
"No, you're not," he said. "You're president of the abstinence club, you're the girl who does her trig homework and gets dumped by her boyfriend for someone who doesn't wear a chastity belt. Momma's little girl, how ever are you going to be a model? Think you can deal with all the coke and orgies in New York?"
"You can resist all temptation if you have enough moral fiber," she replied, staring at the wall, feeling tears starting to well below her lashes.
"People with moral fiber never have any fun," he said. "Look at me."
She did.
"Do I look like I have any regrets?"
She shook her head slowly, feeling the dampness leaking down her cheeks.
He smiled. "That's because I don't. Now, I came here to give you a present, because I thought you were ready to leave Bree's world behind and start looking for some fun. If you don't want it, that's fine. I have a box of condoms in my pocket that I can use on any number of other people. If you do want it, there are only two words you need to say to me right now and you know exactly what they are." He straightened up and stood before her, hands in his pockets, smirking as usual.
She knew what she wanted. She'd known when she thought of him late at night, unable to sleep, or when John kissed her and she closed her eyes and sighed. She swiped at her cheeks with the back of her hand and said, "Fuck me, Andrew."
A big grin spread over his face and he held out his hand to her. When she took it, he led her to the door, closed it and pressed her up against it. She kept her eyes stubbornly open and watched him lean in and grab her mouth, kissing her slowly and insistently, not letting go. When he relented, she gasped. When his hand slid under her shirt and cupped her breast, she moaned. She finally let her eyes gently close as her brother kissed her neck and reached up to unclasp her bra.
Panting, she pressed her hips against his and let her hands wander over his back and tug up the hem of his tee shirt. He pushed her back against the door and pulled it off, still grinning as he watched her check him out.
"Yeah, you're definitely a pervert," he said.
She shivered suddenly. "I don't care anymore. I might as well be, if everyone else is."
Andrew shrugged. "We're both in this together. Kissing a guy doesn't make me a perv, but this is different. I wouldn't do it if I minded." Without another word he pushed up against her again, his hand this time going down her thigh, which she obliged by letting it rise a little, wrap around him a little. He was breathing hard when he kissed her, and she could feel his erection against her. It was a huge turn-on to realize he wanted her as much as she wanted him, despite his glibness. His hand dipped into her jeans, but didn't get far.
"Hold on," she panted, pushing against his chest. He stood back and watched her pull off her jeans, then leaned in again, kissing her hard until she was breathless. Before she could quite catch her breath, he moved his hand all the way up her thigh, stomach, breast and neck. She moaned. He touched her lips with two fingers, sliding them into her open mouth for her to suck, pulling them out wet and reaching for her panties.
"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.
"Trust me," he said.
She felt him push aside the damp fabric of her panties and stroking her slit gently. "Oh, God," she moaned.
"God's not here," said Andrew, pushing one finger in, circling her clit. "And I don't think he'd approve," he slid in another finger, then a third.
He thrust into her with her hand, and she bit her lip so as not to scream. She wrapped her arms around him and held on tightly, afraid of falling, but when he pulled out his hand she whimpered in protest. He pressed his three fingers, sleek and sticky, to her lips until she opened her mouth and sucked them clean. She scraped against the small of his back with her fingernails.
"All right, all right," he said, grinning as he unbuttoned his jeans.
She reached into his boxers at the same time as he hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled down. Seconds later he was pushing her against the wall again, he was inside her and every muscle in her hips and thighs clenched against him, wanting. He buried his face in her neck when she scratched his back, thrusting hard. He came a second after she did. His hands let go of her thighs, letting her feet drop to the floor.
They were both sprawled limply on the floor, and Danielle was the first one to sit up. The floor was littered with clothing and a condom wrapper, and when she leaned back against the door she remembered that it was shut, but not locked.
"Shit," she said, sighing. "We're never doing that again, you hear me? It's too risky. If Mom found out she'd kill us both."
"We'd be better off caught trying to assassinate Dick Cheney," said Andrew, stretched out on her floor, naked and careless.
"No, she'd actually kill us, Andrew," she said again. "There's some things you can't forgive."
Andrew flipped over to lie on his side and looked at her. "We could just not get caught, you know."
She shook her head. "It's too risky. Just... get dressed and go to your room, or better yet, go shower. I have to finish my homework."
Getting up, Danielle went to her closet and pulled out a clean pair of underwear, put on her bathrobe and bundled up her dirty clothes in a pile by the door. She avoided looking at Andrew getting dressed and instead sat at her desk, staring at the books without seeing a single word clearly.
"Hey."
She looked up. Andrew was standing at the doorway, his hand on the handle.
"How'd you like your present?"
She smiled shakily. "It was perfect."