by Ally Vance
Meathead.
That’s really all you could call this guy, a meathead. He was one of those kind that had a big square head but no neck. He was saying all these lewd things about what he was going to do to her while he was holding a gun to her temple. He never even noticed me with my tire iron come up behind him and whack him over the head.
Unfortunately, the blow didn’t land like I had hoped. The hit connected, but he was still standing. Only now, he was pissed off at me. He swung his gun around, aiming it at my chest. Thankfully I had time to get the tire iron back up in the air. Those years of high school baseball paid off. This time when I swung, it knocked him out. Of course, not before he managed to get a shot off. It only grazed my arm, I was lucky. This guy was a maniac.
I looked at the woman to help her, but she had run off. Great, the cops were going to love this. Maybe my best choice here was just to leave. I had just lost my ass in a poker game. I was down ten grand, and it didn’t look like I was going to be lucky anytime soon. My arm was bleeding some, but not enough that I didn’t think I could take care of it.
If I called the cops with no female to corroborate my side of the story, he could tell them anything he wanted and I would look like the bad guy. No thanks. I’d had enough bad luck in this town playing against the spread. If I never played another game here, it would be too soon.
I think I would take my parents up on their offer to come home for a visit. They had been on me for a while now. It was just me and my younger sister, Stacia. So I knew my mom missed me stopping by when I lived closer, before I moved out. I would surprise them and stop in. That would also help me lay low here. No one here who knew me, knew anything about my family.
Chapter 2
Stacia
I love having the house to myself. Not getting dressed is so much better than getting dressed. Mom and dad leaving for the weekend was an unexpected surprise. Since I turned eighteen, it has been like the floodgates had opened, and I’d officially been allowed to do everything I never had been before. Like, for instance, stay at home by myself for the weekend.
Alright, so I guess it helped I’m kind of a good girl. They knew I wouldn’t have friends over, mostly because my one best friend was in Paris right now with her parents. I didn’t have a boyfriend, and I definitely would never throw a party here. I’m as awkward as they come. Marsha, my best friend, swore boys stared at me, but I didn’t see what they were staring at.
Her and I had been best friends since kindergarten. We learned everything together, including the fine art of pleasuring ourselves. Once we learned how to give ourselves orgasms, it was game on. I couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t get enough information about it to quench my thirst for knowledge about ways to make myself feel good. The fact that the human body could—that my body could—feel that way, well it was fucking amazing really.
We found one website that taught how to masturbate with food. So my current obsession was using cold pieces of fruit on my pussy while I fingered myself. Then, after I would come, I could lick all the juices off of my fingers, mine and the fruit’s. It was quite an aphrodisiac.
I stood in the kitchen, humming to myself, cutting slices of oranges I had put in the fridge. Looking around, I smiled mischievously. I could get off in the kitchen. I was alone. Why not?
Stripping out of my tank and panties, I sat on one of our kitchen chairs, spreading my legs open. Placing a slice of the cool orange on my exposed pussy, I slid my finger through the middle of the fruit, plunged it inside my hole, holding the rind of the fruit against my clit. Fucking hell, it felt so good. Rocking back and forth on the chair, I could feel my first orgasm building up. Moaning as loud as I could, I let the sensation take me over.
Chapter 3
Rick
Pulling into the driveway, the house looked dark. No cars were visible, but they may be in the garage. I supposed they could be gone for the weekend. Even if they were, they wouldn’t mind if I stayed and waited.
Digging out my key to their front door, I let myself in. That’s when I heard it. Subtle at first, then louder. A woman’s moan. Was it the television? Walking towards the sound, it occurred to me, the voice sounded like Stacia's. Shit, am I walking in on her and her boyfriend?
That bothered me more than it should’ve. I was six years older than my sister but always had this strange attraction to her. My relationships never lasted very long with women. I was a very physical person, most women wanted downtime with sex once or twice a week. I wanted sex nightly. It didn’t make sense to me why anyone wouldn’t.
Knowing I should walk away, curiosity got the better of me. My eyes almost bulged out of my head when I saw my sister fingering herself with a piece of fruit. It was by far the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. She had her eyes closed as she was mewling small moans, rocking back and forth on her fingers, fucking herself. I had my dick in my hand before I realized it. I knew it was wrong, but her breasts started swaying as a big orgasm hit her, and I was lost, fisting my cock and pumping it hard. Come squirted all over my hand and onto the floor.
She was so damned hot. I need to go out and knock on the door so she doesn’t know I just watched her and got off. I cleaned up the evidence of my voyeurism so she never would.
Walking outside, I collected my thoughts, waited a couple minutes, then knocked on the door.
Chapter 4
Stacia
Shit. Someone is at the door. I threw the orange away, I’m sad I didn’t have time to eat it after using it. Threw my tank top on and slid my panties on. Looking out the peephole, I see my brother of all people. The prodigal son has returned, it seems. What shit timing he has. I opened the door.
“Do you always answer the door in your underwear?” He asked, frowning.
I glared at him. “Only when it’s my dork of a brother.”
He laughed, explaining he had left his key for the house at home. He planned to stay for a week or two to visit. So much for my alone time.
“Mom and dad are away for the weekend,” I informed him. Hopefully, he would hole up with some fling or something. The girls adored him. He took good care of himself, so I understood what they saw. He wasn’t conceited, in fact, he seemed oblivious to their overtures.
“Oh. Well that’s fine. I guess it’s you and me for the weekend.” He grinned.
“I guess you think I have nothing better to do this weekend,” I said flippantly.
“I’m sorry. Of course you do. Don’t let me interrupt your plans. I can hang here.” He looked a little odd, I couldn’t quite place my finger on it.
Well hell, he had kinda called me on it. I didn’t have anything to do. “Well, I guess since it’s been awhile, I will throw you a bone and hang out with you.” I smiled at him.
He grinned. “Great! Want to go out for dinner or order in?”
“Well, first I want to shower and wake up. Can you make coffee?”
He nodded and headed to the kitchen.
Chapter 5
Rick
I couldn’t stop staring at the place I had seen her sitting earlier, finger fucking herself. Making coffee with a hard-on was always fun. I could hear her shower running. The thought of her naked and all soapy almost did me in.
I needed to keep reminding myself – she is my sister. It’s wrong even thinking about her. In my head, I knew it was wrong; but damn, my body didn’t know it. She had such a smartass little mouth – and it was a perfect fit to wrap around my cock.
Trying to put other thoughts in my head so I would back off of Stacia, my thoughts went back to the man I bashed. I should’ve made an anonymous call to 911. Hopefully someone found him. Not that he deserved mercy, but I wasn’t a killer. My arm was starting to throb when I bent it. I pulled my shirt off to look at the burnt skin. The bullet had ripped through the shirt and burnt the lining of my skin, not deep enough to cause major damage, but deep enough to leave a scar. Cleaning it off at the sink, I heard her say behind me, “W
hat happened to your arm?”
“Nothing,” I lied. “I scraped it on a broken window.” That was the best I could come up with on short notice. She nodded, grabbed a cup of coffee, and walked into the living room where I heard the TV come on.
I took the opportunity to call my roommate. Miles was a loan shark I hooked up with when I moved to Vegas. I needed a place to live and found him in the classifieds renting out a room in his hotel.
“I heard you lost your ass the other night. Just wanted to check and make sure you were still breathing to pay your rent.”
“How can I pay if I’m not there to bet and win?” I tried to reason with a joke.
“The problem is you aren’t betting to win. You are losing and I won’t see any money back, Ricky boy.” He bellowed into the phone.
I hated when he called me that. But what could I do? He was right, I owed it to him. The thing was, I had the money. I was just a compulsive gambler, and it was more exciting when you used someone else’s money. I had mine in a secure savings account.
“I will bring it to you Sunday,” I said.
“No. I am having everyone wire what they owe me to my account. One of Little Mike’s enforcers was killed out in the alley behind Brickhouse Royale while trying to collect a debt. Someone bashed his brains in. I’m not taking any chances.”
I almost dropped my cup onto the floor. He was dead? He was an enforcer? For Little Mike? Little Mike was the most brutal Godfather there was in Nevada. And I just brained one of his enforcers. Holy fucking shit.
“You still there, Ricky boy?” Miles was saying.
“Yeah, I’m here.” I said.
“So just wire that money to my account. Do you got it? Or do you need time?”
“Yeah. I got it. I just decided to take a small vacation. I will wire it tonight.” Miles and Rick never did business together except when rent changed hands. It just made things easier.
“Great.” The click in my ear let me know he hung up. Well, I am glad I didn’t call the cops. Someone for sure would’ve ratted me out.
Shaking my head, I know I need to pull it together. Walking into the living room, I’m hoping like hell that Stacia can distract me from my problems.
Miles
“Hey, I just sent you the GPS coordinates of your boy you are looking for.” Hearing Little Mike’s heavy breath in the phone made my stomach curl.
Little, my ass, the man must be over four hundred pounds. But he was one of the largest mob bosses around, so when he gave an order, you followed it. He came into my building after looking at video footage of the alley, seeing Rick beat his guy to death. Hell, I would’ve never thought the guy had it in him. When he asked if I knew him, what else could I do but be honest and find him for him?
It wasn’t personal, it was business. Just needed to start the tracking app then dial his number. Rick talked long enough to trigger a location.
“I just wired the money to your account. I assume you won’t be stupid enough to warn him,” Little Mike barked into the phone.
“Warn who?” I said, “As far as I know, he never existed.”
Chapter 6
Stacia
I liked horror movies, but I’m scared to watch them by myself. I figured if Rick is going to be here, I would see if he wanted to watch any with me. He seemed game, almost relieved.
I brought up the first movie, it’s about a guy who skins people and wears their skin on his face. Creepy as fuck, but as long as I’m not alone, I would be alright.
“Want some popcorn?” I asked him.
“Sure.” He smiles. Those dimples are what the girls go crazy for. I walk into the kitchen and throw a bag of microwave popcorn in. Grabbing a couple of sodas, I take those in and hand those to him. “Thanks, sis.” He says grabbing them, accidentally brushing my nipple with his hand. He says quickly, “Sorry about that.”
Like the dork I am, I turn away quickly and walk back into the kitchen. What could I say, don’t be sorry, it made my pussy wet? Grabbing a bowl, I poured the steaming bag of popcorn in it and went back in, plopping myself down on the couch. He scooted close to me to get to the snack. My traitorous body reacted every time he reached his hand into the bowl to grab some out. At one point, I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn’t moan.
Halfway through the movie, after a jumpy part, I realized he was resting his hand on my bare leg. I wasn’t even sure when he first put it there, and now it was all I could focus on. It seemed to inch a little closer to the inside leg of my shorts. I unconsciously shifted a little to give him a better angle. I didn’t put any panties on after my shower.
His breath hitched just a little as he slid his hand inside my shorts. His eyes stayed on the TV like he was scared I would tell him to stop if he looked at me. I wasn’t sure what to do. I had never been with a man before, and my brain seemed to keep forgetting this was my brother. His buttery finger rubbed up and down my wet slit. I adjusted my position a little to open up for him. He turned toward me, pulled his hand out, slid my shorts off, and pulled me further down on the couch.
It was like I was standing outside of my body watching it happen. But holy fuck, when he climbed in between my legs with his tongue, I was sure I had died and gone to heaven.
I had managed to work my shirt off. I was pinching and pulling on my nipples, trying to understand this new ecstasy I was feeling. He was so talented. The pleasure that started to crash into me was so overwhelming it brought tears to my eyes.
“Oh my god," I screamed.
Chapter 7
Rick
I waited until she came down from her orgasm. She tasted so damn sweet. I scooted up so I could catch her nipples in my mouth. Nibbling on those until she squirmed, I knew I needed to be inside of her. I started to take my pants off when I felt her breath hitch.
Looking at her it occurred to me, she was only eighteen. “Are you OK with this?”
She knew what I meant, I looked at my cock when I said it. She nodded yes.
I pulled a condom out. “I’m on the pill.” She said. That was good enough for me. I kissed her, letting her lead with the open mouth, both of us forgetting for the moment we were siblings.
She was so wet and ready for me, I didn’t think. That was the only way to put it as I pushed into her rather hard, only to find out my beautiful, sexy little sister, was a virgin. She yelped in pain.
“Shit. I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t know you were a virgin.” Her face turned red. “It’s OK. I just would’ve gone slower.” I kissed her and laid there until she started to move her hips. Then, gently, I took her innocence from her.
Sliding my hand in between us, I found her clit, manipulated it with my fingers, felt her tighten around my cock, and came with her while she milked me dry with her orgasm.
She sighed, happy and content. I kissed her on the forehead, suggested she take another shower, and told her I would clean up down there.
“So, where do we go from here?” She asked timidly.
I looked at the uncertainty in her eyes. She was mine. Now that I had tasted her and owned her innocent body, I wasn’t giving that up – no matter how wrong it was.
“You are mine, baby girl. And I am yours. Are you good with that?”
She nodded, happily skipping up the steps.
We opted on ordering dinner in that night so we didn’t have to get dressed. We made love two more times. She was such a beauty all stretched out languidly after being completely satisfied. “I could get used to this,” she said, smiling.
“I’m trying to think of a way I can convince mom and dad to let you finish your last year of school with me without it looking suspicious.” I didn’t know how I was going to swing it, but if I had to move back in here, I would.
“Wow,” she giggled, “you really don’t keep up, do you? I graduated last year. I had enough credits, so I graduated a year early.”
“So you can leave anytime you want to?” I asked.
“Technically yes, but if you tell them I c
an stay with you…” She left that sentence hanging so she could kiss me. She seemed to have perfected the art of it.
“If they ever find out…” I said.
“I always felt like something was missing. For the first time, I feel whole. They can’t take that from me.” She said.
Chapter 8
Stacia
I felt like I was in a dream. I had never felt so sensual and loved. He was so patient with me as I learned how to please him. My brain couldn’t quite formulate that he was my brother.
Thinking back to when he left, I was thirteen. I hadn’t started developing yet, and with our age difference, we really didn’t have a lot in common besides our last name. He always called me Kid. I hated that. When he moved out, it didn’t faze me at all. He never hung out with me, anyway.
And now, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Inside my body, he was part of my soul, invading my very essence. I’m not sure how we come back from this, I’m not sure I even wanted to.
We decided to sleep in my room, I had a king size bed. He held me in his arms all night. I could tell something was bothering him, though.
“Are you regretting fucking me?” I needed to know, so I figured being blunt was the best way to go.
He worked his eyebrows with humor. “Do you kiss your momma with that mouth?”
