Thirteen

by Nina Auril

  I bite my lip, “Whatever you say, Father.”

  He smirks at me and winks before going to the pump to wet his old sweatpants with gas. He holds it away from his body and throws it over to the bodies. I give him a branch I find next to the restroom door and he uses it to set a fire.

  For a moment we stay there and watch the flames surround the bodies, the smoke starts to fill up the space and then I close the door.

  Flint pulls me toward the bike and we jump on it.

  “We don’t have keys,” I say as I wrap my arms around his waist.

  He lifts his hand, holding a key. “I do. It was in the guy’s pocket.”

  I smile when the engine roars to life. The adrenaline is still pumping through my veins and the speed only makes it burn brighter.

  My smile turns to giggles and before long I’m laughing louder than ever on the highway in a schoolgirl costume, riding behind a priest.

  I like what my life is turning into…

  Flint

  “Whoooo!” I shout into the night air, turning the gas to go faster.

  We’re speeding down the highway, only the roar of the engine and Avalon’s laughter in my ears. She tightens her grip around my waist and her bare thighs clench harder. I nearly lost my shit when she stepped out of that restroom, barely dressed. I couldn’t make my eyes leave the pale skin of her cleavage, pushed together by the tiny shirt she’s wearing.

  I can’t believe she did that for me. My cock jerks in my pants just at the memory of the look in her eyes. I know that look. I’ve seen it on myself in the mirror many times. If I was still unsure about the two of us, the incident at the gas station set all my doubts to rest.

  I’m for her.

  She’s for me.

  My Thirteen.

  I don’t know how long we’ve been on the road for when Avalon rests her chin on my shoulder, but the feel of her tits pressed up against my back is doing things to my brain. It’s telling me to start a fire, but not the destructive kind. I wanted to take her against the wall over those two assholes back there, but I couldn’t do that to her. Not after what that guard did to her. I swallow down the bile rising in my throat at the thought that I want nothing more than to touch her in the same way.

  One, two, three, four…

  I try and distract myself from the dirty thoughts in my head by counting the painted lines on the highway but Avalon’s hands are slipping down my body, running dangerously close to my cock threatening to burst out of my pants. I swallow the lump in my throat and concentrate on keeping the bike on the road, but her hands are still restless. Running over my thighs, nails scratching back up again. I jerk when her hot tongue shoots out and licks at my neck, drawing torturous circles on my skin all the way up to my ear.

  “Avalon,” I grit out in warning, but I don’t know if she can hear me over the roar of the engine.

  “Pull over.” Comes her seductive voice in my ear.

  “We can’t stop yet. W-we have to get…” My words are stopped when she bites my neck. I feel a warm trickle of blood running down into the priest’s collar. I groan when I feel that sinful tongue of her lick at the moisture.

  “Please, Flint. Pull over.” There’s a hunger in her voice. A hunger that matches mine.

  I curse softly and pull over to the side of the road. Not because she asked me to but because I will kill us both if she doesn’t stop.

  She slips off the bike and moves to stand in front of it. My eyes trace up her body illuminated by the headlights. She’s so goddamned sexy in that outfit. She’s made all the more sexy by that innocent face holding the mind of a killer. Just like me.

  I stop breathing when my eyes reach her tits and I see her fingers toying with the buttons. Loosening one and then another, exposing more of her soft, pale skin.

  “A..a-av,” I scrunch my eyes closed. “Avalon, what are you d..d-oing?” I look around us to see if there are any cars coming, but we haven’t passed one for miles so I think we’re fine on this deserted road.

  “Look at me.” Comes her order.

  My eyes snap to her face, looking between the lip she has caught between her teeth and the glint of lust in her eyes. I watch her as she loosens the last button. I swallow when those tits spring free. They’re even better than I imagined them. Full and perky, with perfect pink nipples standing to attention in the cold night air.

  “You saved me.” She smiles at me. I can only keep staring. “I’m yours now.” She slips the shirt from around her shoulders and it falls to the ground. She stands there in the light, her face open, her body bared to me. So goddamned beautiful, so goddamned perfect. I want to destroy it. I want to take her and make her dirty. Stuff my cock in her and fill her with all the darkness inside me until she is truly a part of me.

  “Come here, Avalon.” My voice is sure, strong. I hardly recognize it. I used to be this person. Sure and strong. But life has beaten it down, made me realize that it’s easier if nobody sees you as a threat. So I kept my head down and did as I was told. But I don’t need to do that anymore. I only need Avalon. My Thirteen.

  “Avalon.” I say again when she doesn’t listen. “Come here.”

  Finally she steps forward, her tits jiggling as she moves. I smooth my hands up her thighs, under her skirt until I feel the cotton of her panties. Standard asylum issue. My fingers hook into the elastic and I pull them down over her thighs until they too, fall to the ground. Her fingers go to the clasp on her skirt but I catch them with mine. “Leave it on.”

  I grip her waist and lift her on top of me. Her legs straddle mine where they are spread over the bike. I grip her face in my hands and stare into those eyes, getting lost in what I find there. I dip my head to tug at her bottom lip, hands tracing up her back, and then I kiss her.

  It’s not a soft kiss. Nothing about this is romantic. It’s animalistic, desperate. We’re driven by adrenaline. We’re feeding off each other. Sating each other. My fingers fist in her hair and I snap her head back. “Get my dick out.” I order her. “I need to fuck you.”

  I watch her face as she fumbles with my zipper but my eyes close when I feel her hand around my cock, stroking my shaft in a torturously slow pace.

  “You like it, sweetheart?”

  She nods, hypnotized by the sight of my cock in her hands.

  “You want it?” I ask.

  She nods again.

  I let go of her hair and adjust her so her pussy is over my cock. I place my palms on her shoulders and push her back to lean on the handlebars of the bike. I follow and lick at those hard peaks, bite, suck until my mouth elicits a loud moan from her. I take her mouth again until I can’t stand her writhing in my lap anymore. She’s so fucking wet, her pussy slipping over the edge of my shaft.

  I take her then, grab her hips and impale her on my dick. I don’t care if I hurt her, I only need to get inside her. But when I do the world comes to a halt. All I feel is her wet heat surrounding me, her walls clenching me like a vice grip. My hands are all over, touching every bit of skin I can find.

  “Ride me, Avalon.”

  And she rides me. She rides me like a wild woman. Her moans ring in my ears as her hips grind into mine. I lift her skirt so I can see her pussy moving over my cock, so I can see how I’m stretching those slick folds.

  “Fucking beautiful.” I whisper to no one.

  Her nails are clawing at my arms, her mouth open, the muscles on her stomach working as she rides me. And then I feel her tense. Her pussy clenching, milking me. I grab her and wrap my arms around her, my mouth on hers as the shudders rack through her body. I let her come in my arms, still writhing in my lap and when I hear her gasp my name I come inside her. I fill her with every last ounce of me, hoping she understands what this is. That I’ve taken her, and given her all of me.

  I’m for her.

  She’s for me.

  My Thirteen.

  It’s only when we’ve caught our breaths when she falls back on the handle bars and I trace my hands up her skin aga
in. I feel our cum seep out of her and run down my balls, but I’m too entranced by her to do anything about it. By her beautiful face and her sated body and the constellation of moles on her body. I touch each one. On her wrist, up her arms, over her shoulder, next to her breasts, next to her belly button. I smile when my finger lingers over the last one I find. Just above her pussy.

  Thirteen.

  Avalon

  The wind whips at my bare skin as I lay down on the bike, sated, happy, and a little bit sensitive. I open my eyes slowly. Flint is watching me with an intensity that makes my toes curl. I bite my lip when he rolls my nipple between his fingers.

  “Perfect,” he murmurs, more to himself than to me.

  I reach for him and pull him toward me. “You didn’t stutter,” I whisper in his ear.

  “You’re making me stronger,” he whispers back, nuzzling into my neck.

  I let my hands roam over his body. His muscles tense under my touch. I feel ragged tissue under my fingertips when I touch his sides. It is just under his waistline, the skin is pinched; it’s not smooth.

  “What’s this?”

  “I’ve been s-stabbed.”

  I gasp. “How? When?”

  “My parents work for a drug dealer, my mom is his cook and my dad is his driver” he starts. “I grew up among those people. When my parents used from the dealer’s stash, they gave me to him as p-p-p,” he starts stuttering again.

  I caress his head. “Shh, you’re okay. You’re with me,” I whisper.

  He takes a deep breath, “They gave me, their only son, as payment to a dangerous drug dealer.”

  I grit my teeth with rage and my eyes burn with tears. “How old were you?”

  “Ten…”

  I can’t even begin to comprehend what kind of fear, nightmare he’d been through at that age. “How long?”

  “Eight years until I got arrested.”

  “And?”

  “And I sold drugs for them.” There’s some edge behind his voice that gives me shivers.

  I swallow. “Is that all?”

  He tenses and I wrap my arms tighter around him.

  “No. That… that wasn’t t-the o-o-on…” he groans.

  “Shhh, you don’t have to tell me anything,” I whisper, but he shakes his head.

  “That wasn’t the only thing they wanted me to do,” he says. He doesn’t need to say more. I understand what he means from the tension in his body, the edge in his voice, and the sadness and rage radiating off of him.

  I pepper his neck with kisses.

  “My last job ended up badly, they didn’t want to pay for the drugs and they stabbed me. The police caught me when I was trying to set the place on fire, they saw all the bodies covered in blood and freaked out. Everyone decided an asylum for the criminally insane was a better place for me than a prison.”

  “You’re so strong,” I whisper.

  He pulls me up with him, chuckling through the stress on his jaw. “You’ll get cold,” he says.

  I snuggle into his arms. “You’re pretty warm.”

  “What’s your story, Avalon?”

  “I killed a dickhead in college,” I say but he shakes his head.

  “No, I know that. I read it in the newspaper. I want to know why you were committed to an asylum.”

  “My dad talks to me,” I say and for the first time I want to be truly honest. Touching my forehead I add, “Here. He talks to me in my mind.”

  I wait for him to look at me like I’m crazy, but he doesn’t. He just nods at me like I’m telling him about my future plans. I like him more in this moment.

  “He tells me to kill. People say I’m schizophrenic. I’m not. Just sometimes I get confused…”

  “About what?”

  “About what’s real and what’s not.”

  He cradles my face. “I’m real. This is real. We are real, okay? This is all matters.” He crashes his lips on mine and I moan at the sensation.

  “Maybe we should leave now. This highway isn’t really r-romantic.” He chuckles and I nod at him.

  I get off the bike, the cold air hits me between my legs thanks to Flint and his taking off my panties.

  “My pussy will freeze until we reach somewhere warm,” I huff.

  He smirks over his shoulder. “Come closer . I’ll warm you.”

  As I look at his face I feel warmth seep into me. He makes me feel accepted, loved, sane. I frown when I try to imagine what he’d been through.

  “Flint?” I murmur.

  He turns his face to meet my eyes, waiting for me to continue.

  “Did you see your parents after you were committed to the asylum?”

  His jaw tenses. “No. They never came to visit.”

  “Do you know if they are still working for him?”

  “They should be. When they gave me as their payment, they also made an agreement to work for him until they’re dead,” he says.

  Wrapping my arms tighter around his waist I whisper, “We’ll kill them all; the dealer, your parents… everyone who hurt you.”

  Flint

  We enter the town through a suburb just on the edge of it. It’s a quiet place. The kind of place you’d love to raise a family in. If you were into that kind of thing. I bring the bike to a stop on the corner of a random street. No matter where you look there is a house decorated with pumpkins, or a group of giggling children bouncing from house to house. I wait for Avalon to get off the bike and then swing my own leg over. We need a phone, preferably one with GPS so we can figure out what direction to take. A roadmap to my parents’ murder.

  I look down the street again, hoping to spot an adult. Hell, a teenager would probably have a more suited device for me to pick-pocket.

  “Are you lost?” The voice is coming from behind me. I turn but don’t see anything. “You look lost.” I look down to where the voice is coming from and see a chubby little boy in front of me. He’s maybe nine or ten. His round face staring up at me.

  “N..n-no. We’re okay.” I wait for the kid to say something about my stutter, they always do. Avalon comes to stand next to me. Her body is tense. She must be expecting it too. I hate this weakness in me. It’s humiliating.

  “You… you’re really pretty.” Even in the darkness I can see him blushing.

  I let out a chuckle as Avalon bends down in front of him. “Thanks, what’s your name?”

  “Justin,” he mumbles.

  “It’s nice to meet you Justin. I’m Bonnie, and this over here is Clyde.” I smile at the fake names she chose for us.

  “Do you know how to get to town?”

  He nods vigorously but says nothing else.

  “Is it far? Can you tell us how to get there?”

  “Yes ma’am. You just keep going straight and when you get to the Pepsi billboard, turn right and the town centre is just two blocks further down.”

  “Are you out here all by yourself?” There’s a slight frown on her face.

  “Yes, my mom couldn’t get off work tonight. So I… came by myself.” He bites his lip before he continues. “You won’t tell anyone, will you? Mom will be real mad.”

  “Of course we won’t, sugar. Thanks for your help.” She kisses his cheek and I think the kid is about to faint. “Good luck with trick or treating tonight.”

  I fold her into my arms and smile down at her as the little boy saunters off. “Bonnie and Clyde, huh?” She shrugs and I bend my head to kiss her.

  “You should be ashamed of yourself!” A shout interrupts our kiss. I pull away from her and look over my shoulder. The shout is coming from the house right behind this. The little boy who helped us is standing in front of an older man, looking ready to cry. “Look at how fat you are! And you still want candy?! Forget it kid. Why don’t you take your fat little ass and go for a run instead.” The door is slammed in his face. The kid bites his lip before turning tail and running away.

  “H...h-hey kid!” I shout after him but he doesn’t stop. My fists curl in anger as I look b
ack at the house.

  “That was mean.” Avalon whispers beside me. “He said I was pretty.”

  I look down at her and see the sadness on her face. She’s right. That was mean. I grab her hand and stalk over to the door. I knock on it loudly. The man opens the door and looks a little surprised before he spots Avalon in her tiny outfit next to me. I dislike the salacious look he gives her even less than the things he said to that kid.

  “Trick or treat, motherfucker.” He opens his mouth to say something but my fist meets his face before he has the chance to utter a single syllable. He stumbles back into the house. I help him to the floor with a single shove and then close the door behind us. “What the f..” He tries to speak but this asshole has said enough already.

  I kick him in the stomach and hear Avalon’s mocking laughter as the blow causes him to vomit all over his shiny floor.

  “Like being mean to little kids, asshole?” I say as I kick him again. “Makes you feel like a big man, does it?” Avalon kicks him in the balls and he crumples into a ball, whining in pain. I straddle him and turn him onto his back, pressing his wrists into the floor. “Get that bowl of candy.” I gesture to the bowl with my head. Avalon fetches it and then comes to sit next to the man on the floor. “Make him eat it, make him eat it all.”

  Her eyes come to life as she grabs a handful of the wrapped candies and hold it to his face, but the asshole shakes his head from side to side and clamps his mouth shut. I let go off his wrist just long enough to drive my palm into his nose. That should prevent him from getting any air through it. Bastard has to take a breath sometime.

  Finally he gasps for air and Avalon stuffs a fistful of candy into his mouth. He tries to sputter and spit it out but she only stuffs another handful inside. She closes her hand over his mouth. “Chew, big man.”

  He tries to chew but some of the candies have already lodged into his throat. She lets go of his mouth and turns her head to the side as she watches him gasp and choke for air.

  “What’s that? You’d like some more?” She shoves another handful of candy into his mouth, closing her palm over his mouth, this time keeping it there until his body goes limp under me.