by Lane Hart
“Don’t you want to play with her?” Brede asks, watching me with a smirk at the same time he walks over and throws Blair on the bed with a bounce. “I’m pretty sure she likes when we play with her. Well, she likes when we play with her, and you don’t freak the fuck out, don’t you?”
Blair nods at him, and then her gaze meets mine, watching my hand move up and down my protruding erection through my pants while biting her bottom lip.
“But –” I start as Brede climbs on the bed and straddles Blair, taking both her wrists and holding them above her head.
“But what?” Brede asks.
“I don’t allow anyone to touch me, not even her.”
He pauses and looks over his shoulder at me. “Never?” he asks in amazement.
I shake my head. “Not since I was sixteen and ran away.”
“You must be really fucked up if you don’t want the hands of an angel on you.”
I blow out a breath of frustration and shove my fingers through my hair. “You have no idea,” I tell him.
“Well, I’ll just have to let her touch me enough for the both of us,” he says before he leans down and kisses Blair. “And I don’t think she minds being restrained, do you, baby?”
“I like it,” Blair answers, making my cock jerk in interest.
“She’s sore,” I remind him when his hand drifts down to her body.
“I know that,” he says. “But her clit’s not, and she needs this, don’t you?”
“Yesss,” Blair answers, the word little more than a moan. My hand moves faster on my cock while I watch my brother make her come underneath him. He’s wrong, though. I may be enjoying watching him with her, but I don’t want her. The fact is, as fucked up as it sounds, I’ve taken all I’ll ever want from her.
“Oh! Oh God!” Blair cries out, writhing as Brede continues to restrain her and pleasures her to orgasm. As she comes down, she tries to wiggle free of his grasp, but he doesn’t budge.
“Come on, Aden. Your turn,” Brede says.
He wants me to do, what? Fool around with her while he watches? Maybe he’s as perverted and sick as I am.
“I know you’re not shy,” he says when I don’t move. “You’re practically jerking off, so do it already. Blair?” he asks her to see what she thinks about all this, but I seriously doubt she trusts me not to screw up again like before.
Leaning up on her elbows, her long waves cascading over her breasts, she says, “I-I want your mouth on me.”
Holy fuck.
“You want his mouth on you where?” Brede asks, just to make her say it.
Her cheeks redden, and her eyes lower before she answers. “Licking my pussy, making it feel better,” she says.
“My innocent angel has a filthy mouth,” Brede says with a chuckle before nipping at her breast. “Well, I guess she’s not so innocent anymore since we’ve both fucked her.”
And therein lies the problem.
I took her innocence, so she has nothing else to offer me. Besides, I refuse to let anyone ever watch me again. But I can admit that, as fucked up as it is, I do like to look at them, knowing they won’t force me to join.
“So?” Brede asks.
“No,” I tell him sternly, leaving no room for argument. Hopefully, he’ll stop trying to persuade me.
“Your loss,” he says before he finally relents.
Despite Brede’s tough exterior and carefree words, I know he doesn’t really want to see me with Blair. He was only offering to help me in some strange fucked up way to overcome my demons. I won’t tell him that there’s no saving me, or that he doesn’t have to worry about me trying to fuck Blair again now that she’s no longer a virgin.
Blair seems to relax too, after my refusal. She reaches up, her fingers threading through the back of Brede’s hair, pulling his mouth down to hers. And I’m envious. What I wouldn’t give to have that sort of intimacy with another human being. That’s never gonna happen though, just the thought nearly causes an anxiety attack.
Blair and Brede’s kiss turns wild and desperate. Her small hands press on his shoulders before he grasps them and holds them down above her head again. She wants him to go down on her, here, in front of me. The thought should probably bother me more than it does, but it doesn’t. And I’m starting to think Blair likes the audience since she was never this turned on when it was just the two of us. Or maybe the difference is Brede.
Of course, I missed my brother and thought about him over the years. Hell, I even tracked him for months, trying to figure out if he’s a heartless murderer or not. I was somewhat scared of him, which is why I kept my distance. I took an odd sense of pleasure from thinking he was just as fucked up as I was but in a different way.
Only, over the last few hours, he doesn’t seem quite as dangerous and hostile as I thought he would be. Is that because of Blair? I know Brede has gone through women like crazy, and I even saw him fuck a few in public or in front of windows without a care in the world. Watching the way he dominates women makes me envy him. Unlike me, he doesn’t have to tie up virgins because he craves taking their innocence while being too disgusted with himself to let them touch him. He orders, commands that they bend over, get on their knees, stroke his cock, suck it. Whatever and whenever he wants, and they do it, not because he forces them like my foster father, but because the women want to please him. They like it. He maintains control without restraining them.
Could I ever learn how to do the same?
Kissing his way down Blair’s neck, Brede spends a little time with her tits in his mouth. They’re too perfect and perky to bypass without giving them a little attention. Once he’s nuzzled them and sucked good and hard on both nipples, he moves down her flat stomach to her pussy, which is when a fucked up thought hits me.
“Did you use a fucking condom?” I interrupt and ask my brother from the sidelines.
“No,” he replies curtly without looking at me, focused instead on Blair’s spread thighs in front of his face. “You didn’t either.”
“So you wanted to get even with me and put her at twice the risk?” I ask indignantly. It’s one thing for me to make a mistake with her, but it’s no excuse for him to be so careless too.
“We’ll get the morning after shit tomorrow when the pharmacy opens, right?” he replies.
“Right,” I mutter.
“Now let me lick the poor girl’s sore pussy unless you’re gonna do it,” he barks, and I shut up, entranced by the show they’re putting on.
Reaching down, I unzip my pants to pull my cock out and start jerking myself off while I watch Brede alternate between teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue and penetrating her opening with it. Fuck, it’s arousing to watch. And I never minded eating girls out, because I knew it didn’t hurt and that if they would relax it would feel good, making sex easier. My foster sister, Faith, liked it so much she would beg Tyson and me to go down on her.
Blair’s hips start bucking, so Brede has to put a heavy hand down on her pelvis to keep her in place. Her moans increase in volume, right before her thighs clench tightly around his head. Then she comes screaming, “Ohgodohgodohgod!” Her naked body bucks beautifully while he laps up every drop of her arousal.
Brede doesn’t give her time to recover before he moves up her body and straddles her chest. “Show me what that dirty mouth does best,” he growls at her. Blair eagerly opens her mouth wide for him to slide his cock inside.
Fucking hell.
Could I let her put her mouth on me like that? While I may have enjoyed the fuck out of blowjobs, the appendage is now so filthy from the things I’ve done that I would be an asshole to put it in someone’s mouth. Technically all the tests show I’m clean, but I don’t deserve the pleasure of Blair’s mouth on my revolting cock.
Pre-cum beads on the tip of my shaft at the thought of being inside a tight, wet mouth again.
“Fuckkk, yesss,” Brede groans to the ceiling. “You can have her next.”
It takes me a mom
ent to realize he’s talking to me.
Even if I wanted to, I’m not gonna last long enough to make it to her mouth.
“You know you want to fuck her mouth,” Brede antagonizes, and I watch captivated as his palms stroke up and down her bruised throat filled with his hard length.
“Yes,” I admit, and that one word comes out sounding choked. “But I can’t.”
“I’ll hold her hands to keep them off you,” he assures me.
My fist squeezes tightly around the base of my cock to the point of pain, holding off my release. “No!” I bellow, not sure if I’m refusing him or myself; because as soon as I hear Blair moan and gag, cum erupts from my cock, oozing down my fingers.
“Fuck, I’m coming, baby!” Brede shouts, one hand cupping his balls, tugging on them while his entire body shudders and Blair swallows his release.
I never imagined the reunion with my brother would be anything like this, but watching him…he’s so damn lucky. He doesn’t have any of my hang-ups when it comes to sex because he wasn’t exploited as a child. We may be the same size physically, but his presence is huge, a man who knows what he wants and will fucking have it.
While I may have been jealous that his childhood had to have been better than mine, never once did I wish my life on him, that our outcomes had been switched. The nightmare I lived through day in and day out for years isn’t something you wish on your worst enemy.
But there’s a small part of me that can’t help but wonder if maybe he’s the stronger one, and if our lives had been reversed, maybe my past might not have ruined him like it did me.
Chapter Six
Brede
My brother is royally fucked up in the head.
I only have a small inclination as to how screwed up, and it makes me sick.
He doesn’t want anyone to touch him, not even beautiful, sweet and innocent Blair. That’s so goddamn sad that I want to murder the bastards who hurt him all those years ago.
Blair fell asleep long ago, her head resting on my chest, arms clenched tightly around my waist. I was too wound up after the mind-blowing blowjob, and then all the horrible thoughts about Aden’s past swirling around inside my thick skull to sleep. He’s still awake too, stretched out on the other bed, ankles crossed and incessantly flipping channels on the small television like when we were kids, just to have something to do.
“What happened to them?” I ask him softly so I don’t wake up Blair.
He lowers the remote before he looks over at us, his eyes on Blair’s sleeping form, wishing he was in my place. He doesn’t have to say it. I can see the truth on his face. Just like I don’t have to explain which them I’m referring to.
“They were busted in a federal sting after I got away and reported them,” he says. “So were several of the buyers across the country.”
“Good,” I reply. “So they’re in prison?”
He snorts. “Yeah, for a whopping five more years.”
“That’s all?” I shout, causing Blair to startle. “That’s it?” I ask softer.
“Just nine years for him, and six for his wife,” he says with a nod. “Most of the other kids were like her, wouldn’t talk,” he says, nodding to Blair. “And even though the cops had all the videos, they needed witnesses to admit that Stephen, our lovely foster father, was the one who did the filming, and that, um, he molested us all too. He knew better than to ever video tape that part.”
“God, that’s awful,” I mutter. The bastard who hurt Aden and the other kids he was trusted to raise and protect deserves one of my bullets to the head more than most. “Give me his full name, and when he’s released, I’ll kill him,” I promise Aden.
“You would do that?” he asks with raised eyebrows. “Cause I want him dead, but not instantly.”
“You want to make him suffer first?” I ask.
“Yeah, but then I’m not sure if I could kill him.”
“I can.”
“Then it’s a deal,” he agrees with a grin. “His name’s Stephen Michael Rhodes, and right now he’s serving his time in Butner.”
Killing that asshole isn’t all I’m gonna do for my brother. I’m also gonna help him overcome his aversion to being touched. Blair’s the gentlest soul there is, so if she’ll take things slow with him, and go at his pace, maybe he can get used to it. Am I jealous of him touching her? Hell yeah. I want her all to myself. But Aden needs her too, more than as a witness in our dad’s case. He just doesn’t realize it yet.
…
Blair
I wake up…sore. So sore, especially my neck, arms and, oh yeah, my pussy. Sleeping on Brede’s chest that’s as soft as a brick wall probably didn’t help my aches and pains, but I wanted to be close to him.
Lifting my head, and then wincing at the crick in my neck, I see that Brede’s sound asleep. My body protests movement, but I have to use the bathroom so bad my bladder is threatening to rupture. Taking a deep breath, I haul myself up to my elbow, throw my legs over the edge of the bed, and heave my still naked body to my feet. On the way to the bathroom, I notice that Aden is also passed out on the spare bed, which makes me feel bad for him. We’ve slept together without me touching him, but I guess he figured three would be a crowd in the narrow hotel bed.
Since we had such a crazy night, I decide to let them sleep while I soak in another bathtub full of water. Once my hair’s washed, the warmth of the steam and suds helps relax my tense muscles, so by the second time I drain the cold water and replace it with hot, I feel almost normal again. Except between my legs. There’s a sensation there that’s new and different, slightly painful, but mostly just…empty. All it takes is thinking about Brede kissing me and touching me to cause the tightening pressure in my lower belly. Pressing my palm there against the flat skin, the longing increases drastically, so quickly that my body trembles with need.
What have they done to me? They’ve turned me into some sort of sex fiend. I want more of that…physical connection. The loneliness of ten years has been chased away by two brothers. And I’m the one responsible for separating their family by not coming forward sooner. I should’ve told someone at the mental hospital. Maybe I could’ve convinced one of the doctors to believe me. While I was there, I assumed that my father controlled them, ordered them to keep me locked away, but now I’m not so sure. Since he wants me dead now that I’ve escaped, I must’ve been out of his reach in there.
Is that why he sent the postcard out of the blue? To lure me out so he could get finally get rid of me? Well, he’s shit out of luck since that didn’t work. Brede…it still makes me sick to think about the reason he was in the pawnshop that day. That it wasn’t a coincidence. But if he wanted to kill me for the money my father offered, he would’ve done it right away.
I can’t help but wonder how close he came to ending my life. Thinking back, it must have been before I told him I had considered suicide, since that’s when he flipped out. So, probably I was in his sights just the first day we met. While I was riding around on his motorcycle, while I was sucking his cock in front of those men at the bar. Then he dropped me off at my house and…left. There. He would’ve gone in with me and killed me if that’s what he was intent on doing. Must have been a pretty good blowjob, thank goodness.
I giggle at the thought, even though it shouldn’t be funny, my life spared because he liked how I sucked his dick.
Now, he’s saved my life twice, once when he stole the gun, and the second time last night when he killed Roger to protect me. He cares about me, so I need to let go of the sadness I have about how we met. Maybe I would’ve found the fact that he’s a killer more disturbing if I hadn’t almost died by an asshole; but at the moment, I’m barely fazed by it because I truly believe he only kills men who deserve it.
And Aden, he wants me to help his dad, which I’m of course going to do. I get the feeling that he’s also seriously angry at my father, which is understandable. But I also think he’s angry at me too. He blames me, and he has every right. It�
��s my fault that I never came forward on my own.
Their poor dad has been locked up for ten freaking years, treated like shit for a crime he didn’t even commit. He loved my mom and must miss her like crazy. I could see it on her face, the way she cared for him, especially the day they came back on the bike. That night I opened my stupid mouth in front of my father, telling him my mother had been on Ben’s motorcycle. I was a silly child who didn’t know the ramifications of such a simple statement.
Not a day goes by that I don’t regret those words. I would give anything to take them back, to have kept my mouth shut. If so, maybe my mother would still be alive. She planned for her and me to move in with Ben. Aden and Brede would’ve grown up as my step-brothers. Would that have been strange, or would it have felt…right? Happy and normal for all five of us?
Instead, my asshole father had to go and ruin all of our lives. He didn’t love my mother, or at least he never acted like it, so I’m not sure why he cared that she was gonna leave him. Unless he was just angry that she was cheating on him behind his back. He’s so arrogant that he probably couldn’t believe she would have the audacity to leave him. So he made sure that never happened, framed Ben, and set the path we’re all now on. I hate him and wish he was dead. Good thing that’s exactly what Brede plans to do to him.
Chapter Seven
Aden
The ringing of my cell phone causes me to wake up in a panic. I don’t know where the fuck I am at first when I see I’m surrounded by burgundy walls and beige curtains over the windows. A motel room with Brede, who is still asleep on the other bed, and Blair…Where the fuck is Blair?
I shoot out of bed and head to the bathroom door. It’s locked. Good, she must be in there.
“Blair, you okay?” I knock and ask to make sure.
“Yeah, just taking a bath,” she replies.
Thank God.
We shouldn’t have slept this long. The alarm clock says it’s almost noon. We need to get the fuck out of here, find a new car and get to a pharmacy.
