RUINING ANGEL

by S. Pratt

  She’s obviously done this before, because she knows what’s next. Reaching for my belt buckle, she deftly undoes my pants while I support her weight against the tree. Her eyes bulge wide when my dick springs happily from my pants – clearly she’s impressed with my size.

  Expertly she rolls the condom on me, giving me just a brief moment to wonder how many other men she’s done this with. The thought is a little unsettling, although there is no way I’m backing out of my first ever fuck with a pussy instead of the usual hand job I give myself. It seems that the only thing I have to do is support her weight. Her beer breath occasionally catches my nose, but I know mine must smell exactly the same.

  Getting my head back in the game, I focus on how good it feels for her to handle my dick. She tugs my latex wrapped member down between her legs and pulls her panties to the side. It’s so dark out, I can’t see whether she has hair there or not, or even what color panties she has on. Pulling me urgently she guides me inside of her. Sinking into the depths of her pussy is like nothing I’ve ever felt. Even with the rubber, this is way better than wanking myself off.

  Her breath sucks in as I push deeper and deeper into her folds. Slowly I get the hang of fucking for the first time. My thrusts become more urgent and pretty soon her ass is smacking against the bark of the tree, little mewls coming out of her mouth every time I thrust hard up inside of her. My arms are wrapped around her thighs and I lift her up to gain more depth inside of her. Stacey responds by digging her nails into my forearms and panting like she’s in labor.

  Suddenly I forget her name and her face fades to the darkest recesses of my mind. It’s just me and this body in front of me. It could be anyone. My balls tingle and my cock swells a little more, the blood pumping to the veins that run around my shaft. The sensation is overwhelming and I feel like I want to explode. Every single nerve ending is on fire and I suddenly can’t feel my feet.

  My mouth finds the girl’s neck, trailing kisses up it until I reach the spot behind her ear. I quickly reach up and yank her hair free from its tie, letting it cascade down around us, the scent taking over me. I forget the color it was, but with my eyes closed, all I see is a long auburn mane. It teases me, taunts me. My hands dip back to her ass, but in that moment, it’s not her ass I’m feeling anymore.

  In the next split second, several things happen. Behind us I can start to hear shouts and there is still enough clarity in my head to recognize that the authorities are suddenly descending on our get-together. The second thing that happens is that the image of Bailey suddenly pops unbidden into my head. I’m mortified, that while I’m fucking this chick, an image of my sister confronts me. She’s giving me a look, one that says she wants me too.

  There is no time to dissect what is happening. It’s too late on all accounts. With a final thrust of my cock I explode inside the girl I’m fucking, all the while knowing my orgasm is shattering around the image of Bailey still lodged in my mind. The thought of her just turned my pleasure up at least ten notches. Fuck!

  I’m not sure if Stacey came as well, but there is no time to get all chivalrous and check if my ‘date’ has got what she came for. I pull out of her and quickly discard the rubber on the floor of the forest, zipping myself back up in the process. The shouts are getting louder behind us and I know I’m going to have to run fast if I want to make it out without an arrest. I grab the girl’s hand and start to run.

  There’s a roar of sound that rushes my ears, a bit like waves crashing on the shore during a big storm. I hear nothing though. I run, faster than I ever have before. But I’m not just running from the police that have decided to crash our party – I’m running from the disappointment and fear I’m feeling over betraying Bailey in the way I just did. Something tells me that my life just got way more complicated than it needs to be. Trouble is, I have no way of knowing how I can ever make this right again.

  CHAPTER SIX - The Lead Up

  That day had started out like any other. That is, if you can call having increasingly forbidden thoughts and feelings towards your sister normal. Well, not technically my sister. Okay, fuck, yes she’s my sister for all intents and purposes. Sometimes when I’m alone, I try to not let my brain even go there. She’s just a friend, she’s just a friend! It’s laughable, really. Who am I kidding? Only myself, I suspect. If my parents ever found out about my feelings for Bailey I’m sure they would kick me out on my ass and send me back to the shit hole I was living in before they rescued me.

  Breaking up this family is the last thing I want to do. So I shove this insane need to touch her way down to the depths of my despair. She must never know how much I really feel for her. Never.

  To shake off some of my aggression, I decide to go for a run before school. The rest of the house is silent as I slip out the back door of the kitchen. It’s a beautiful spring day and I pound the pavement with everything I have. Keeping fit has always been an obsession of mine, but it also allows me to escape and think more clearly when I’m having a crisis about Bailey. There is no way she suspects anything is amiss. We playfully interact the way we always do, although she has no idea that each time she grabs my arm, or accidentally touches my leg that it feels like a thousand hot pokers have just kissed my skin. Her touch is electric and it has to stop before I do or say something I’ll regret.

  Panting hard, I push myself further and faster. I get as far as Fort Reno Park before I realize I’m going to have to high tail it home if I’m going to make it back to get to school on time. Sweat pours down my body and I strip my shirt off, wiping my forehead with it as I keep pace. I tuck the shirt into the back of my running shorts, my half-naked figure earning me quite a few second glances as I run through suburbia.

  A car rolls past me and I hear a stereo blasting out pop tunes while a couple of girls cat-call from their windows. I’m used to the attention of females, and consciously know that I’m easy on the eye. But I hate it. I only want one girl to look at me that way, but I know it’s a pipe dream that will never happen. Ignoring the attention, I push my feet to move faster.

  Home looms into view. The house is the kind I’d like to raise a family in one day. The American flag hangs proudly outside and the white weatherboards lend character to the house. There’s a big bay window at the side of the two story building, where I quite often catch Bailey sitting.

  She’s there now, curled up with a book and a bright yellow sundress on. Her hair falls forward over her face, so I can’t catch her freckles or blue eyes. I’ve stopped. I’m literally rooted to the spot on the lawn just outside the window. My chest is expanding in and out as I struggle to catch my breath, not just from the run, but because I’m now gaping at the one woman I was just trying miserably to get out of my head.

  Something in the pit of my belly stirs when she looks up from her book. Her eyes drink me in and move slowly from my shorts which are hung low on my hips, up towards my face. Moving towards the window, I catch the color that fills her cheeks. Her eyes dart away momentarily, abashed at staring so openly at me. I wonder briefly if she’s put off by seeing her sweaty brother in his running gear, but something inside tells me she’s not.

  Standing on the other side of the window pane, I watch her intently, searching for any sign that she could possibly feel the same way. Thoughts of her naked body fill my mind and I feel myself becoming aroused in my shorts. Think dead puppies, think dead puppies! It’s not working, and I’m going to need to tear myself away before my arousal becomes too obvious. Turning to leave, I nearly jump out of my skin when her hand slams against the glass. She holds it pressed firmly against the window, the heat from her palm misting the glass and revealing her finger prints.

  Her blue eyes meet my dark, questioning ones before she looks at her own hand, willing my eyes to follow hers there. Tentatively, I raise my hand to press my own against hers from my side of the glass. A smile plays on her lips and I feel myself jump to life, in more places than one. Movement in the background shakes me out of my reverie and I re
alize with horror that it’s my father moving through the hallway of the house. He hasn’t seen me, but this is just too damn close for comfort. He catches me messing with my sister and I’m sure he’ll kill me where I stand.

  I snatch my hand back and ignore Bailey’s look of confusion as I make my way around to the back door. Mom is there having breakfast.

  ‘Good morning, dear. Would you like a ride to school today? I think you’ll be running a bit late, pardon the pun.’ She smiles while she checks the time on her wrist watch.

  ‘That’d be great, mom. I’m just gonna grab a shower before we leave, okay?’

  ‘You go ahead darling. I’ll make you something to eat in the car.’

  ‘You’re the best,’ I say as I plant a kiss on her cheek. Her favorite perfume can be smelt on her clothes, which always comforts me a little. She wipes my sweaty kiss with her palm and scrunches her nose. I laugh.

  ‘I know, I know. I’m heading for the shower now.’ She winks at me as I take off for the stairs.

  I dare not look in the living room, where I know Bailey is still reading her book. Instead, I focus on the floor like it is the most interesting thing I’ve seen all day and head for the bathroom.

  Stripping off my clothes, I set the shower so the water is tepid. It sluices over my skin and washes away the sweat from my work out. Lathering my hands with soap, I work them over my hard, muscled body, which inadvertently responds to thoughts of Bailey still floating around in there. My cock springs to life and I know I’m in trouble. Not that I haven’t had impure thoughts of her before, but this is the first time I actually think I’m going to masturbate while thinking of her.

  Gripping my cock firmly and feeling the ache in my balls, I know there is no way humanly possible to stop what is about to happen. Moving my hand up and down my shaft, my eyes close and I pretend it is Bailey who has me so stitched up. Her face fills my thoughts and consumes me. Every time she bites her lip, cocks her head at me or blushes – I imagine that each and every time I am the source of her actions. I want to get under her skin, the way she does mine. I want to make her hot and wet for me, the way she does me. I want to own her, possess her, make her mine and never let go. The thought of controlling her body’s reactions tips me over the edge.

  My balls tighten as I search for release. With one hand working faster on my shaft, the other cups my balls as my toes curl against the tiles of the shower stall. Panting heavily I lean up against the wall as semen shoots forward from my cock. With release, comes guilt, instantly washing over me in a thousand waves.

  A large bang on the door startles me senseless.

  ‘Yeah?’ I yell gruffly.

  ‘Time to go, hot stuff!’ Bailey’s chuckle of laughter reaches me from the other side of the door.

  Fuck! I really am in trouble.

  CHAPTER SEVEN - Savior

  By lunch time my stomach is in knots. There is this crazy notion in my head that I should talk to Bailey about how I’m feeling. There is nothing sensible about this decision; it’s just something that’s eating at me. I’m a bit like a dog with a bone, so I know it won’t leave me until I have out with it.

  Walking down the school hallway at lunch, I seek out her locker in case she’s returning books. She’s not there, but I see a girl she takes English with standing nearby.

  ‘Cameron, have you seen Bailey?’ The girl instantly stands up straight, a pleased look on her face and a smile to boot. I wish this weren’t the reaction of girls towards me. It really makes me uncomfortable. I’m more likely to be rude than kind when I receive unwanted attention. There are no rules when it comes to letting a chick down, but I’ve come to learn that a swift rebuttal stops them in their tracks.

  She observes my bored expression and goes back to being a moody teenager, the smile disappearing as quickly as a cloud covers the sun.

  ‘She was here a minute ago. I think she said she was going to the tracks.’

  ‘Why would she go there? It’s not like she’s in the track team …’

  ‘Like I care,’ Cameron’s tone is bitchy, my obvious disinterest clearly egging the more charming side of her personality on.

  ‘Thanks,’ I say sarcastically, taking off at a fast walk in the direction of the football field.

  It’s almost the end of lunch. Most people have already headed back towards the school buildings but there are a few people milling around the bleachers, Mr. Sawyer included. He sees me and nods a hello. Being the gym teacher, he normally relies on me to bring our state running team home with some medals for track and field each year. He knows me well. I nod back and then divert my attention to the rest of the field.

  It’s a big field. But even at first glance I know something is severely amiss. Mr. Sawyer and the other students at the bleachers seem not to notice the commotion that is happening on the field. All I can see is my beloved Baily. She’s on the grass, not moving. A white hot rage takes over me and I start to see blurred circles of light across my line of vision. Adrenalin spikes in my blood stream and I know there is nothing on this earth that would be able to contain the rage I am feeling right now.

  Setting off at a dead sprint, it isn’t long before I have covered the space between us. There is no stopping me though. I plough through the bodies that are on top of her and send them sprawling like bowling pins, knocking the girls flat on their asses. I don’t stop there, though. Getting them off her is just the beginning. Female or not, they are hurting the girl I would give my life for, and for that, they are going to pay.

  Fists meet soft jaw. I can feel teeth graze my knuckles as I connect with their mouths. I’m completely devoid of feeling, though. These people mean nothing to me. Hurting them harder than they hurt her is my sole purpose. When they are on the grass whimpering, I feel like I am halfway through with retribution.

  To be honest, I forget where I am. I’m manic and furious, rage pouring off me in waves. When I’m the last man standing, I start in with my boot, kicking each of them in turn in the ribs. The feel of soft bone giving way does nothing to simmer my temper. There is nothing I can do to stop the rampage of violence that is spilling from me.

  ‘Emmett!’ I’m sure this person has been yelling at me for a while, yet it is only now that their voice seems to be reaching my ears.

  Abruptly I turn, and notice that coach Sawyer is standing a short distance off, calling my name. A mortified expression is on his face, disbelief etched across his brows. The other students who were with him moments before are nowhere to be seen.

  ‘Emmett! Step away from the girls please.’ He’s coaxing me, as though I am beyond reason. To be honest, I probably am.

  Ignoring him and the girls I just kicked the shit out of, I turn my attention back to the center of my universe. Bailey. All I see is Bailey. I bend down to pick her up, her tiny frame weighing next to nothing in my strong arms.

  ‘Where do you hurt? What have they done to you?’ I whisper urgently as I start to walk off with her. Completely ignoring coach, I make my way to the gate at the front school entrance. Getting Bailey home is my first priority.

  ‘I’m fine, I promise,’ she says weakly. ‘Please just take me home.’

  CHAPTER EIGHT - Ruined

  I do, carrying her the whole way there. Not that it is too far, her weight bearing no burden while my body still courses with adrenalin from the fight. I put one foot in front of the other until I reach our front door. Gently I lower her to the ground so she can fish out her house keys from her pocket. I’m thankful my parents are both at work. Her fingers are shaking, so I take they keys from her and unlock the door before scooping her back up in my arms.

  ‘Where do you want me to put you?’ I ask.

  ‘Upstairs, in my bedroom,’ She whispers against my chest. She looks a mess, and seems shocked when we pass the mirror hung from her bedroom wall. To me, she is still my beautiful Bailey.

  She kicks her shoes off and climbs into bed, not caring that I’m still standing in the room. She pulls the covers
over her head. Small noises are coming from under the sheets, and all I want to do is pull them back and comfort her. Tell her that I love her and will always be here for her. But that would be a completely inappropriate thing to say to her. It’s too close to the truth of how I really feel about her.

  ‘Bailey, honey?’

  ‘Yeah,’ she mumbles from the sanctuary of the sheets.

  ‘Let me see you. I need to check if you’re okay.’

  ‘No! I’m too ugly to look at right now.’

  Not caring anymore what she thinks, I slowly start to peel sheets off her. Her hands cover her face to ward off my gaze. Taking up residence on her bed, I take both of her hands in mine, forcibly removing them from hiding her puffy eye and split lip.

  ‘Look at me.’ I try to keep my voice soft, warm, and inviting. I can see her relent as she slowly obeys me. Her vulnerability renders me completely useless. I know all my feelings must be laid bare right now because there is no holding back how I feel for her anymore. I wipe her tears.

  ‘Thank you … for helping me.’

  ‘Listen to me, Bailey. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, you know? And you’re not ugly – even with a black eye and cut lip. You’re the most adorable, sweet, beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.’