by Anna Lewis
It wasn’t until they stopped at a gas station that Kathy felt herself come down from the high of riding. She got off the bike quickly and headed to the bathroom. She assumed Alex was doing the same thing. She pulled off the helmet and smoothed her hair, adjusted her make-up and her clothes. She looked pretty okay after such a big ride.
Excitement bubbled within her. She was looking forward to the rest of the trip, to the ride to the celebration. Smoothing her hair one last time, Kathy left the bathroom and made her way to the bike. Alex joined her soon after, looking exactly as he had when he had shown up at her apartment. He threw a few things into the compartment in his bike that he had grabbed and straddled the seat, “Ready to go?”
Kathy nodded, quickly moving behind him and pulling the helmet over her head. She could hear the smirk in his voice, “You’re a natural at riding, sweetheart.”
It wasn’t until they tore out of the station that Kathy realized there was a double meaning to that. She blushed and would have yelled at him, but all she could hear was the roar of the engine and the way the bike shuddered with power beneath her.
It wasn’t until they had ridden several miles back into the big expanse of rarely travelled road, that Kathy felt a shudder that didn’t quite feel right. The bike groaned and shivered and she heard Alex swear loudly. Then, without another word of warning, the bike began to slow.
When it stopped, Kathy was left confused. The confusion didn’t last long. Alex jumped off the bike and cursed and the realization hit Kathy all at once.
The bike had broken down. They were stuck, stranded. The bike had broken down and she was left alone with Alex in the middle of nowhere.
***
For a long moment, Kathy just sat on the bike, feeling stunned. Alex was cursing and looking at his bike like it was cursed. Finally, Kathy jumped off the bike and threw her bag to the ground. Anger bubbled up inside her again. This was his damn fault!
If he was in a motorcycle club, what the hell was he doing not taking care of his bike? Surely he would at least check it before a big drive? Apparently not, considering they were stranded, in the middle of a road that very, very few people travelled, miles away from the nearest gas station and even further from someone else who might be able to help.
“What’s wrong with it?” She finally managed to ask, barely able to contain the anger in her voice.
“If I knew, I wouldn’t be standing around.” He snapped back. Grabbing the bike, he hauled it onto the side of the road, his muscles straining as he did it, before he flipped the kick stand into place.
He knelt beside the bike and had a good look around it while Kathy stood, feeling awkward and out of place. The sun was beating down on her back but it no longer felt so intense. A glance into the distance told her what she feared– it was getting later. The sun was beginning to set and they would be stuck out here in the middle of the night. Unlike with a car, they could not even crash in the back seat. She wrapped her arms around herself.
“Son of a bitch!” Alex’s cursing broke her out of her reverie. He rose to his full height and suddenly, Kathy noticed how impressive he was when his muscles were tense with anger, when he looked as though he was spoiling for the biggest fight of his life. Kathy resisted the urge to step back.
He glared at her anyway, “Some bastard’s gone a syphoned the fuel. We’re out of bloody gas.” He snapped at her, like it was her fault.
“They did what?!” Kathy’s eyes widened, “And what were you doing while this was going on?” Her anger was palatable now.
“Getting something to eat, you ungrateful–” He balled his hands into fists.
“Ungrateful? Me? If you weren’t so unfeeling, we wouldn’t have had to travel together in the first place.” She snapped, taking a step forward.
“Yeah, well I’m sorry for doing you a favor! Not like you could have gotten to the party on your own.” He sneered.
“Not getting to the party on your bike either, am I?” She was ready to hit him, frustration coursing through her.
“We’re not going anywhere if you keep complaining like a spoilt brat.” He closed the distance between them.
“You are so full of it!” She couldn’t help herself, grabbing the front of his shirt like she actually stood a chance against a man like him. She wasn’t thinking very far past her frustration. Her blood was running high, her heart pounding in her ears. She felt the warmth on the leather of her jacket, smelt the lingering scent of gas, the way he was tensing beneath her hands.
The next thing she knew, his lips were on hers, and he was kissing her. No, this was something else, something possessive and demanding and it made Kathy’s legs go weak. His lips were on hers, his tongue pushing its way past. She grabbed his t-shirt tighter in her hands, worried if she let go she might over balance and fall over right there and then.
Her body was humming and he tasted good, so much better than she could have ever imagined. She moaned, the sound torn from her, unbidden and he seemed to take it as approval. He kissed her harder and Kathy’s hands found his hair, grabbing it tightly, so tightly it must have hurt.
Alex didn’t seem to care. He lifted Kathy up and pushed her against the bike. She braced herself against it as she kissed him back aggressively, pulling at his jacket, his shirt. He shrugged off his leathers and they fell to the ground in a heap.
He pulled away from her long enough to tangle his hands in her hair and pull it back. He sucked her neck and Kathy was suddenly very aware of the way her shirt was being pulled low, revealing her cleavage to his eyes.
His hands were under her shirt, feeling her skin, pulling her shirt up so that her bra was exposed. Without missing a beat, Kathy violently pulled up his shirt, running her nails down his back, over the toned planes of his abs. He groaned, a low sound that sent sparks flying through Kathy that made her head spin and her feel a little weak, her legs trembling with the force.
Desire flashed through her, coursing through her hot and fast. It burnt down her body, coming to rest between her thighs, the warmth a throbbing heat that left her feeling terribly dizzy. She moaned softly in response and he pulled off her jacket without a thought to being polite.
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 li
ght, 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.
Breathless. 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.
***
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 smi
led 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?”