by Terri Lane
He wasn’t polite, he wasn’t nice. He was dangerous and trouble. He was trouble and Kathy was a nice suburban girl.
And she had never wanted a man as much as she wanted him. She groaned as her jacket tumbled onto the side of the road. He yanked her shirt over her head before she had a chance to complain, before she had a chance to argue and tell him that they needed to stop.
They needed to stop. They had a bike to fix, gas to find. They needed to get out of this mess. But her body tingled, her head swam and she wanted more. More of the feel of his skin, more of the way he grabbed her so tight, more of his lips on her skin, intoxicating.
Kathy panted, leaning against the bike, dressed in jeans and a skimpy little bra. She suddenly realized how defenseless she was and her breath caught. Even if she said no– he might not be in the mood to stop. Kathy bit her lip. She didn’t want him to stop, though.
The thought thrilled her. It scared her. It was everything that she needed and more. When his hands came around her back, she was pulled against the tight, hard muscles of his chest. Broad hands roamed her back, unclipping her bra in an easy motion. It tumbled from her skin and Kathy was horrified to find herself shimmying out of it without a thought of complaint.
Her hands went to her chest, to wrap around her and cover her breasts. She was half naked on a main road. Granted, there were no cars and there had not been cars for hours, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t get caught. And here she was, hair tumbling out of its practical pony tail, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, her breasts exposed to the air and the sunlight. To anyone who drove past.
Alex grinned, a slow smile spreading over his face. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her chest. Lifting her easily, he pinned her hands in front of her, against the bike with one hand. Her breasts were free in the light, pushed up in the position, her nipples hard with the lust that coursed through her.
Alex’s free hand curled around her body, sliding upwards to cup her breast in his hand. Kathy moaned softly, “Alex…” She wanted to pull away, to tell him to stop, but the pleasure that tingled through her drove her to stay silent. Her body screamed for more and her mind just couldn’t find a compelling argument.
When he pinched her nipples, Kathy though that she was going to pass out. Dizzy from pleasure and he had not even pulled down her pants. Yet. She could feel his arousal through his jeans, pushing back against her. Instinctively, Kathy pushed backwards against him, her legs spreading a little.
Alex chuckled, warm and low against her skin as his hand left her breast and slid down her naval to the button of her jeans. She squirmed, “We can’t…” It took all of her effort to mumble the words, panting softly. She wanted him so badly, but this was insane.
“Oh? Why not?” He sounded confident as he undid the button of her jeans.
“Because…you’re my step brother…” A blush crept to her cheeks.
“So?” He whispered as he undid her zipper in a quick motion, “It’s legal.”
“It’s wrong!” She gasped as he pulled down her jeans.
“I like that.”
He pulled her jeans all of way off her skin, and her skimpy little panties followed soon after. She squirmed against him, blushing as she stepped out of her clothes, leaving them all in a heap at the side of the road.
Kathy had never, not in her wildest fantasies, pictured herself in this position. Her legs were spread and she was completely naked at the side of the road. A man was pinning her wrists to the seat of his bike, his arousal pressing against the curve of her behind. Her breasts moved in the sunlight, her nipples hard with arousal. Her skin was flushed, her body trembling and she was soaking wet between her legs.
She could feel her own burning arousal and it made her blush. And there was Alex, pushed up behind her, still fully clothed, pressing her against his bike. Strong and confident, holding all the cards, taking what he wanted.
And to Kathy’s horror, it thrilled her. It thrilled her so much more than it should, and she wanted to shake herself out of this. But it was no use. Her body wanted it, and for the first time, Kathy was starting to realize that maybe, just maybe, all of her wanted this. Wanted to feel him inside her. Wanted him to rock her world here, at the side of the road, until she cried out for all the world to see.
When his fingers brushed between her legs, Kathy moaned. When his fingertips pushed inside her, Kathy was writhing against him, pushing into his fingers.
“More!” She gasped, her voice breathless with the arousal that burned her body and seared her mind. She squirmed as the pleasure rose within her, as he pushed deeper and suddenly, Kathy didn’t think she could wait anymore.
Thankfully, she didn’t have to. Alex was shifting, hands leaving her as he undid his zipper. Kathy moved so that she could lean over the bike a little more, pushing up her behind, arching her back and bracing herself.
When she felt him pushing up against her warmth, Kathy gasped. He felt huge, with an impressive girth. She bit her lip and tried to ignore the way her heart was pounding so hard in her chest. She couldn’t think straight. All she could think about was the way her heart was pounding in her ears, the way he felt pressing up against her. The way he sounded as he gasped, his hands coming to rest on her skin, one grabbing her hair firmly, the other on her breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples in a way that had her feeling shaky and breathless and oh so aroused.
Kathy groaned and moved back against him, feeling him begin to enter her, slowly stretching her skin as he pushed into the warmth between her thighs. Kathy gasped and held on tight to the bike. Behind her, Alex was panting. His fist in her hair tightened as he thrusted into her.
Kathy moaned as he did, feeling his girth almost splitting her in two as he pushed inside her, deeper and deeper, making her world spin. She grasped onto the bike as he rocked her, and they moved together, hot and needful. She was gasping and so was he. His hand tugged on her hair and Kathy loved it.
He was taking her at the side of the road, her breasts bouncing and swaying, her legs parted for anyone to see, and she was loving every single moment. No cars were moving past, although the danger of being caught fizzled on her skin, making her feel giddy. Lust and desire overcame her and Kathy found herself moaning for more, grinding back her hips and groaning as he thrusted deep within her.
She could feel him against her skin, his shirt, his skin, the harsh brush of his jeans. He’d thrown off his jacket and shifted his underwear, but other than that, he was still fully clothed, grabbing her hair and thrusting into her.
Kathy moaned, feeling the heat between her legs grow, throbbing in time with the beat of her heart. She shifted so that she was pressing deeper against the seat. The friction of the leather against her sensitive skin, pushing between her thighs was almost enough to have her explode in pleasure.
Her head was spinning and she felt the waves building inside her. He felt so good and this felt so wrong, and so dirty. He was technically family, he was her step brother and this was so, so wrong. For some reason, it made the whole situation seem that much more exciting, that much sexier. She shivered and trembled, feeling like she was flying high.
She pushed against him, against his bike, feeling the pleasure inside her grow to an overwhelming point. He was grunting as he thrusted and when he started to move faster, hard and deeper, Kathy could not take it anymore.
She climaxed hard, the waves of pleasure crashing into her as she gasped Alex’s name. She gripped his bike, the leather growing slick from her pleasure as she moaned and moved into his rhythm, gasping as she rode it out. It was so impossibly good, such impossible pleasure that overcame her. She couldn’t think straight, and she didn’t want to.
Alex climaxed soon after, holding her so strongly that Kathy feared she might break. He thrusted into her with a deep groan and Kathy felt him shuddering and shivering against her as he pushed into her further and they both moved to the deep and pleasurable rhythm that rocked them both.
Breathles
s. Tired. Flying high. Kathy was glad for the bike. It kept her up as she sagged against it, still trying to catch her breath. She couldn’t remember sex ever feeling this good. She couldn’t remember much. Just the warmth on her skin, the air brushing her skin and the feel of Alex against her.
And for a moment, everything was perfect.
Chapter 4
It took Kathy a little while to catch her breath. Alex seemed to feel the same way, but he had the decency to grab his jacket off the ground and drape it over Kathy’s shoulders. It was still warm and it smelt like him and Kathy didn’t want to let it go. Still, she was starting to feel a little uncomfortable being naked like this, even though she was also feeling a little bit liberated. She smiled and slid back into her jeans, her bra and t-shirt. She reluctantly handed him his jacket and pulled her own on. He had already zipped up his jeans, and he slipped his own jacket back on with a smirk.
“We’ll need to get moving.” He checked his phone and sighed as he put it back into his pocket, “Gas station was only a couple of miles, and we should still make it before dark.”
Kathy looked at the bike and sighed at the thought of having to push it so far, but she nodded. She still felt shaky, but she wasn’t about to tell him and boost his ego even more.
“I can walk to get the gas and come back with it.” He glanced at her and shrugged, “But I probably won’t be back before it starts to get dark.”
Kathy shuddered at the thought of being stranded with a dead bike on the side of the road, especially at night. Who knows what could happen if someone drove past? Reluctantly, she hooked her backpack onto the bike and nodded, “No, I’ll help push.”
Alex had her stand in front where she could guide the bike and push from the handlebars. He said she would have a better grip there, so it would be easier on her. She smiled at the fact that he was finally being thoughtful and considerate. Flutters stirred within her stomach when he braced himself against the back of the bike, out of the tire’s way, and began to push.
His muscles strained as he pushed– it was a hefty bike– and they started to make their way back to the gas station. It wasn’t too hard to push it once they got it going– it was a relatively flat road and, for this, Kathy felt endlessly grateful.
Kathy was also grateful for the fact that the sun no longer beat down so terribly on them. It was starting to get cooler, but with the constant walking and pushing, it was something that she was feeling very grateful for, instead of feeling worried about.
Kathy had no idea how far they had come or how far they still had to go– but Alex seemed to have a good idea and seemed happy with their progress. It was a long walk, that was for sure, and Kathy was happy that she had worn sensible shoes and jeans instead of trying to look fancy for the bike ride. That would have been a disaster, and she felt better about that, at least.
When they finally approached the gas station, Kathy was aching terribly and even Alex was huffing with exhaustion. She didn’t know what she would have done if they had not worked together, or if they were not on better terms. She didn’t even want to think about the alternative– of being stuck as night came on, or sitting waiting for him to return as the night got colder and colder, no phone signal to call for help, at the whims of anyone who happened to drive past.
She shivered. When they finally arrived beside the gas pump, Alex straightened and grinned in triumph, “See, before dark.” He glanced up at the sky. The sunset was spectacular, painting the sky in a multitude of colors. It was, indeed, not dark yet, all though it was getting close.
Once Alex had filled up the tank, he parked his bike and gestured for Kathy to follow him, “Want something to eat?”
Kathy’s stomach growled and she blushed with a smile, making her way to the little gas station diner, “I can’t lie– I’m starving.”
Alex chuckled with a smile, “Well, we’d better fix that.” Alex went to order the food and Kathy slid into a booth, leaning back against the fake leather seats. She had almost started to doze as she leaned back, exhaustion working its way into her bones– Alex arrived just in time, holding two cups of coffee. He handed one to her and smiled, “Dinner’s on its way.”
“Thanks.” Kathy smiled and sipped the coffee. It tasted fantastic after the afternoon she had just had. She knew that, usually, it would taste terrible, but right now, she just didn’t notice, more than happy to sit and sip coffee and contemplate everything that had happened.
When dinner arrived, they both wasted no time in starting. It was delicious, even if it was greasy gas station food, and Kathy wouldn’t have it any other way.
She checked her phone, smiling when she realized there was a connection. She quickly texted her mom, letting her know that they were safe and would be a few hours late.
Alex looked at her with a curious expression and Kathy smiled in response, “Just texting my mom and letting her know we’re safe.”
Alex’s expression started to close off, but Kathy didn’t really notice, far too pleased that the bike was up and running and that things were so much better between them. Warm food and coffee had pepped her up and she wanted to share her happiness, “Mom’s really excited for the anniversary celebration, so I didn’t want her worrying about us not being able to make it.”
She smiled and looked at Alex. His expression had turned to quiet thunder, closed off from Kathy. It was like the first time they met– malice and dark flashes in his eyes. Nothing remained of their pleasant chatter and comfortable silence. Even less remained of their intimacy and Kathy felt bewildered.
“What’s wrong?”
“What do you think?” Alex glared at her.
“If I knew then I wouldn’t be asking.” Kathy found herself snapping back.
He sighed and shook his head, face like thunder as he threw down the cash for the meal and stood up, and “Meet me at my bike.” He all but spat, turning and leaving on his heels, leaving her feeling confused and bewildered.
She sat for a while, just staring into her finished cup of coffee and wondered what she had done to offend him so badly. Even if he hated the union between their parents, there was no way to treat her like that just for mentioning her mother. She couldn’t think of anything else that she had done, or said that could have been so wrong.
Tired and aching and wondering why she was even trying. Kathy pushed herself to her feet, swallowing deeply as she headed out of the little restaurant and to the bike, where Alex waited. She saw him double and triple check the fuel, before he jammed on his helmet and revved the engine. Kathy climbed onto the bike, her own helmet on. She grabbed the back of the bike really tightly to avoid having to hold onto him, and they sped into the night.
It was pitch back by the time they arrived at her mother’s place and they entered without a word to each other. Kathy made up an excuse about being tired, smiled, said goodnight and hurried to the guest bedroom that used to be hers.
She changed, curled up on the bed, and tried to fall asleep. The day kept playing in her mind, over and over, on repeat until she felt sick. Hurt swirled around in her chest, the way he had treated her made her want to cry. She tried to hold in the tears as she rested her head on her pillow.
He wasn’t worth her tears. And yet she couldn’t understand how everything had changed so quickly, had been so right and then so wrong within a blink of an eye. Everything had been going well. And though she didn’t want to admit it to herself, she was starting to fall for him, strong, electric and so passionate in intimate moments.
She wiped away the tears and tried to forget about him, forget about the whole ordeal. Alex was bad news, and Kathy had thought that she was so much smarter than this.
Apparently she was wrong.
Chapter 5
When Kathy woke up the following morning, she could not remember falling asleep. She decided that she must have drifted off somewhere amongst her musings, so she stretched, checked the time and was relieved to see that she had enough time to shower and change before the
celebration.
She made her way to the bathroom, happy that it was free. She slipped into the room, locked the door and turned on the spray. She washed every inch of her body, feeling so much better for it, for the way the water caressed her skin and warmed her body, easing her aches. She shampooed her hair and scrubbed her skin, letting the conditioner soak in as the water ran over her skin and soaked into her muscles.
She stayed in as long as she dared, before rinsing it all off her skin and hair and stepping out, wrapping herself up in a warm towel. After toweling off and drying her hair, Kathy rubbed some lotion into her skin and combed her hair out. Slipping into a robe, she smiled, starting to feel a little better after yesterday.
Her heart still ached, a deep, dull throb within her chest. She sighed, but was determined not to ruin this for her mother. Instead, she made her way back to the bedroom and styled her hair, drying it into pretty curls. It wasn’t a formal affair, but neat-casual was recommended, so she slipped into the dress she had brought. It was a simple little number, but it came just above her knees and looked gorgeous when paired with her heels.
She put on some simple make up and perfume and fixed her hair with some spray. Fixing a smile on her face, Kathy gathered her courage and made her way down the stairs to where her mother and Joe would be waiting.
They didn’t disappoint, but to her relief, Alex was nowhere to be seen. On the car ride to the venue, June told her that he had opted to go on his bike. Kathy wasn’t complaining, not one bit. Instead, she smiled and complimented her mother, who looked gorgeous. A long dress in a pale, silky fabric that really brought out her eyes. She looked stunning and Joe couldn’t keep his eyes off her.
It made Kathy’s heartache seem silly in comparison. If Alex was going to act like a child, then she wanted nothing to do with his tantrums. She tried to convince herself that she meant that– really meant it, even when her heart ached with a quiet sort of sorrow that she could not seem to shake.
