by Fuchs, Jamie
Chapter 6
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“Is everything all right over here?” I heard a way too familiar voice say.
Arthur stopped. It was Josh, of course. I never thought I’d be glad to see him again.
“Yes, in fact it is. I do believe that this is none of your business,” Arthur said, trying to hold onto control of the situation.
“Well, when you try to force yourself on a girl, I believe it does become my business. Especially her,” Josh said as he stepped closer.
Arthur let me go and backed off. My heart was pounding, but not as hard as I imagined Arthur’s was. I could see the fear welling up in his face as he tried to stay strong. He didn’t say a word.
“Well?” Josh asked. “Get the fuck outa here, you piece of shit!”
Arthur didn’t move, still trying to show that he was confident and strong. Josh stepped forward, stomping his foot on the ground and pretending to take a swing at him. Arthur yelped and ran, not even looking back.
“Thanks,” I said, trying not to sound too grateful.
“No worries,” he replied. “Is this his car?”
“Yeah.”
Josh walked past me to the passenger door and pulled some brass knuckles out of his pocket. He looked around the empty parking lot as he grasped them in his right hand.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Sending a message,” Josh replied as he smashed Arthur’s side view mirror.
“Jesus, Josh,” I gasped. “What the hell did you do that for?!”
“What?” he said, pretending like nothing even happened. “It might make him think twice next time.”
“You’re unbelievable,” I scoffed. “What are you even doing here?”
“Is this really how you thank a guy for saving your ass?” Josh said, folding his arms over his puffed out chest. “I was just here meeting some big mucky-muck who runs the underground fighting ring. He said he wanted to talk about something.” Josh paused for a moment. “Which reminds me, I’m already late. Take a cab home, sis.”
“Don’t call me that,” I yelled at his back as he walked away from me and toward the restaurant.
I pulled out my cellphone as I relocated to the front doors of the restaurant and called the number for a taxi. One arrived shortly after and took me back home, where I headed straight to my room. There was no way I wanted to even see or speak with my dad. If he ever thought he was setting me up with one of his buddy’s kids again, I’d see to it that I brought home the worst guy he could ever imagine.
Laying back down on my bed, I pulled out my phone and sent Mary a text to tell her about my evening. At first, she responded almost instantly, but after about an hour of chit-chat, I started noticing some delays between messages. I didn’t think much of it, but then my phone rang from an unknown number.
It was too late to be some telemarketer, but anyone who would normally call me this late was already in my phone. I picked it up and answered it anyway.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hey, look out your window,” Josh said.
You gotta be kidding me.
Curiosity got the best of me so I did as he asked. Pulling my drapes to the side, I looked down over the lawn. There was nobody there, so I kept looking around. My eyes scanned the ground further away, all the way to the thick cement fence that surrounded the property. There was a man dressed in all black standing on top of it, lit from behind by a streetlight.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I heard you’re in a bad mood. I came to cheer you up.”
“You came to cheer me up? I think I’ll be fine on my own, thank you very much.”
“What, is someone scared of a little fun?”
“No, I just don’t want to see you,” I said before hanging up the phone and returning to my bed. It rang a few seconds later. I sighed and picked it up.
“Chicken,” he said quickly.
“I am not a chicken.”
“I bet you’ve never even been on the back of a bike.”
A bike? He has a bike? “Yes, I have.”
“Don’t lie, sis. I saw the look on your face in the underground. You were out of your element completely.”
“Stop calling me sis.”
“All right, all right. Just get your ass out here.”
“Fine.”
“You have three minutes,” Josh said before hanging up the phone.
I was already changed into my pajamas, and that usually meant I was staying in for the rest of the night. But I wasn’t one to turn down a little adventure. And it might be smart for the two of us to actually discuss what the hell we were going to do around each other in public, should we ever see each other again.
Pulling on a pair of jeans and my leather jacket, I snuck down the stairs quietly. It wasn’t too hard to sneak out of a house that size. Nobody was usually between my room and the front door. But I had to make sure I wouldn’t be caught. Dad never approved of my leaving so late at night, and if he ever found out who I was leaving with, there would be hell to pay.
Chapter 7
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I got out of the house without any issues and made my way down the driveway. Unlocking the gate, I met Josh on the road. He sat on a freshly-washed Harley, waiting for me.
“Here,” he said, tossing me a helmet. I then joined him on the bike and the two of us sped down the road.
The sheer power between my legs always gave me a thrill, especially when I got to wrap my arms around some strong, fearless hunk like Josh. The wind blew through my hair as Josh’s bike roared into the night, his single headlight illuminating the trees on each side of the road as we curled through the twists and turns.
We carved a path through the darkness for about ten minutes as I clung to his firm torso. Holding his muscular body reminded me of how strong and overpowering he had been, in a way unlike anyone I’d ever been with before.
He pulled off the main road and into a small park. It was completely deserted at this time of night, so he drove his bike on the sidewalk until we got to a small bench.
“What are we doing here?” I asked when he shut off his bike. He got off.
“I’m gonna make your night better.”
“And how exactly do you propose to do that?”
“Well, I don’t have a regular fuck here yet, and your pussy was pretty good, so I figured we could both blow off some steam.”
“Excuse me?!” I retorted. “I’m not just some whore that you can pick up and fuck over some park bench whenever the hell you please!”
“Actually, I planned to eat you out there and fuck you over my bike,” he said before grabbing the side of my head and pulling me in for a kiss.
I pushed him off, but his hand remained just below my ear as the two of us stared at each other. On the inside, I was so frustrated with him. I wasn’t going to be my stepbrother’s little whore until he found a regular fuck, but that kiss and his comment had my heart pounding against my rib cage.
My gaze darted between his eyes and his lips as I tried to figure out what the hell I was going to do about this.
Fuck it. Against my better judgement, I captured his lips with mine and ran my hands up his back as he returned the passion. Josh lifted me from the bike and carried me over to the bench where he sat me down. He got on one knee and began loosening my pants before pulling them down to my ankles.
He didn’t hesitate to dive in as I spread my legs as wide as I could with my ankles bound together. With a powerful lick, my stepbrother tasted the entire length of my slit before focusing in on my clit. I grabbed his head and held him close as he did everything in his power to make me scream.
And it was working. Each flick of his tongue had me moaning as my legs tensed and twitched beside his head. My whole body acted without input from my brain as I scrambled to regain control of myself.
This whole thing was so wrong. How could I let my stepbrother make me moan so loudly? How could I a
llow his head between my legs? But in the heat of the moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the blissful sensations he shot into my clit with his tongue.
I was beginning to approach a mind-blowing orgasm, but I wanted this to last. Each movement he made was better than the last. I clawed at his scalp as I closed my eyes and groaned, my head falling back in pure bliss.
Josh continued his delicate movements until I could take no more. The second he shoved his finger inside of me, it all came to a head. His tongue ruthlessly threw me over the edge and my legs squeezed on the sides of his head as the climax tore through my body. I wailed with pleasure as his tongue continued to roll back and forth over my throbbing nub.
As soon as I was done, he pulled away and began unbuckling his belt. Before I could even catch my breath he was standing on the bench beside me, shoving his cock between my lips. I took it deep down my throat without any hesitation and grabbed the base of his shaft with one hand.
My lips and my hand worked in tandem to deliver all the pleasure they could. I wanted to hear those lustful groans fall from his lips. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his hot, sticky cum.
Josh grabbed onto my hair and held it away from my face as I heard his first throaty groan.
Spreading my legs, I trailed my other hand down my body and reached for my swollen clit. I wanted more. I needed more. His cock tasted so good, and soon there were salty little beads of his desire bubbling up his shaft and spilling out into my mouth.
I moaned on his dick as I played with myself.
“You’re so nasty,” he growled before pulling his cock out of my mouth.
Josh stepped down from the bench and hoisted me to my feet before throwing me down over his bike. My ankles were still joined by my pants, so I had little control over anything. As I tried to kick them off, I felt the tip of his cock pressing up against my cunt from behind.
He thrust in hard and deep, slapping against me with his hips. I cooed as he grabbed my sides and pounded my forbidden pussy. His grunts intensified behind me as each thrust came harder and faster. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. His balls were slapping against my still swollen clit.
“Goddamn,” Josh groaned as he dug his fingers deeper into my hips. His thrusts became more powerful and singular, ramming me with every ounce of uncontrolled strength that he had. Each one filled me with more and more of his delicious cum.
I let out a satisfied sigh as he emptied everything he had into me. God, I felt so naughty fucking him, but I couldn’t help myself. This was the type of sex that I lived for. I pulled my pants back up and joined him on his bike.
He drove me back to my place to the same spot where he had picked me up. I got off and handed him his helmet.
“Same time tomorrow?” he asked.
“What? I told you, I’m not just some whore for you to fuck whenever you please.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said before revving his engine and speeding off down the road.
I walked up to the house and quietly opened the front door before shutting it behind me.
“I don’t think that was Arthur,” my father said as he entered the foyer.
Shit.
“Well? Who was it?”
“It’s… nobody,” I replied.
“You’re damn right he’s nobody. You’re on house arrest, effective immediately.”
“What?!” I screamed. “Dad, that’s not fair.”
“I don’t want to see my only daughter end up with some loser stuck in a jail cell. There will be no negotiations.”
I could tell by his voice that I had no chance arguing this. Not tonight. Defeated, I climbed the stairs and headed back to my bedroom.
Chapter 8
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I hated house arrest. My father always used it as a last resort, and I knew if I disobeyed him now there would be dire consequences. I still relied on his money, and I couldn’t afford to lose that.
At least, on this particular occasion, I had something to look forward to. Something so spicy and hot that if my father ever found out, I’d surely be kicked out of the house. The only problem was, how were Josh and I going to meet tonight?
Maybe I could sneak out. It would be worth the minimal chance of getting caught. But if I did, I might find myself without a credit card. Maybe Josh could sneak in? How fucking hot would that be to be pounded on my bed, just down the hall from his old room?
That was going to happen. I was going to make sure of it. I could already feel my nipples swelling against my bra at the thought of being ploughed by my stepbrother on the bed I grew up in.
But if we were caught, there would be hell to pay. His mother wouldn’t be around to defend him until sometime the next week, and my dad didn’t even know that Josh was back in town.
I chilled out in the living room all day, waiting for the evening. There was no point trying to get more involved with Josh than just a quick fuck, so that was how I would treat him. Guys like him didn’t really care about anything other than my tits and ass, but that was what made them so refreshing. There was no bullshit, no lies, and no false faces. Just straight up drop the pants and fuck.
All these other hot shots that planned to take over their father’s companies always put on that fake smile all night and pretended to be nice until the end of the date. Then it was always the same thing: I owed them sex.
It was nearly eight o’clock so I decided to start getting ready slowly. I had nothing better to do, anyway, so I put on some music and got to it. By the time my phone buzzed I was waxed, plucked, and almost looked like a proper lady, except the fact that I was still wearing pajamas. I wanted Josh to tear them off of me.
I reached for my phone and turned on the screen.
Same place. Meet me.
Can’t, on house arrest. You’re going to have to come get me if you want me.
I laid down on my bed and put my phone on the pillow beside my head. My body was practically overheating in anticipation. I couldn’t wait for Josh to get inside and fuck me like only a bad boy could.
He never replied, though. Was he too scared to come in here? No way, that couldn’t be it. The guy was a badass street fighter; there was no way he was scared of my dad. I sent him another message.
So, you comin’, or what?
Again no reply, but a few minutes later I heard a tapping on my window. I looked over and there he was, on the roof just outside. Getting up from the bed, I opened it to let him in.
“You’re seriously on house arrest? He still does that?” Josh whispered as he climbed inside.
“Yeah,” I sighed.
“And you still listen to that bullshit… you definitely still are his good little girl,” he said as he shut the window behind him. I sat down on the edge of my bed.
“Just stay quiet. You can come in here and fuck me, but that’s it. Once we’re done, you leave.”
“Oh, wow, look at you calling the shots now,” he said as he sat down on my chair.
“Well, isn’t that what you came here for?”
“I dunno, maybe. Or maybe I came to have a good, ol’ fashioned chat with my little sis.”
“Don’t play games with me, Josh,” I warned him.
“Well, how about you get over here and give my dick a good suck, first. Then maybe I’ll consider fucking you again.”
“Seriously?”
He shifted down on the chair as he began loosening his belt, those piercing blue eyes never leaving mine. When he pulled his hard cock out of his pants, I knew I’d cave in. I just had to make sure it wouldn’t be easy for him.
“How about you lick my cunt first?” I said as I pulled my bottoms off and threw them at him before I spread my legs. His eyes darted to my freshly-waxed pussy before they came back up to me.
I put my fingers between my legs and began to rub myself back and forth, putting on a nice show for him. I spread my lips before I plunged up to my knuckles inside my wet snatch. I could see in his eyes
that he was enjoying the view.
Josh wrapped his fingers around his cock and began pumping up and down as he watched, fixated on the prize. I lasted maybe a minute before I couldn’t take it any longer. My cunt was begging for something thicker than just two fingers—it needed Josh’s thick dick.