by Amanda Gray
“Seriously Mandy, I can take care of this myself. We’re siblings!” Jackson protested, and Mandy looked up at him, a predatory glint in her eyes.
“Only stepsiblings, no mixed blood. And I think I’m getting tired of your talking.” She got up and grabbed the gag. It was very impromptu, she assumed that Jackson had made it himself. She tied it onto him, reducing his arguments to muffled grunts. She then grabbed a shirt and tied his arms behind the chair. “There we go, isn’t that better.” Jackson gave up, an stopped squirming. “Good.” Mandy took his cock into her hand again, feeling the power over her brother coming back to her. It felt amazing. She began jerking him off, imitating the motions he was making earlier. His cock began to jump, unused to anything but his own hands and his masturbators touching his cock. Mandy giggled. “Well, at least this part of you appreciates what I’m doing.” She lifted his cock up to his belly, and licked the underside. It tasted salty, and she loved the taste. She licked the head a few times. Jackson moaned through the gag. “Oh, where’s the complaining now?” Mandy asked, giggling. She put her mouth around his head, sucking gently. Why is it so delicious? She wondered, slowly taking more into her mouth. Jackson began wriggling and mumbling again. Shut up already, you’re mine. Mandy thought, before a thick spurt of cum shot out into her mouth, and on the back of her throat. She jerked back, coughing. “Why didn’t you warn… right.” Mandy swallowed the cum left in her mouth. “That’s… weird tasting; but I like it.” She took the gag off of Jackson.
“Alright, it’s taken care of. Can you go now?” Jackson said.
“I have an itch to scratch now though. I’m not leaving until it is.” Mandy said, straddling him. She pulled off her skirt and panties, leaving her sopping pussy in the open air above Jackson’s cock. She lowered herself onto him, pushing down, her walls being pushed outwards as she impaled herself on him.
“Oh, fuck… this is so different…” Jackson muttered, panting.
“Shut up… please your mistress.” Mandy said, stopping her downward arc halfway down his length.
“What?”
“I said fuck me slave!” Mandy shouted, and Jackson began pushing up uncomfortably. “That’s right. Make me feel good and I’ll help you.” Jackson thrust into Mandy, stretching her. She moaned loudly, and grabbed one of his dildos. She reached back and prodded her ass with it, unable to get it in. “Lube this with your mouth.” She demanded, pushing the dog-dick shaped dildo into his mouth. Jackson tried to protest, but could say nothing through the massive piece of silicone. “Don’t talk, just lube.” She pulled it back out and smeared some of the spit onto her asshole. She slipped the dildo into her ass and moaned even louder. “Don’t slow down, keep going.” She started pushing down, humping him, wet slaps echoing in the room. “Oh my god! I’m… I’m…” Mandy slammed down, and the dildo’s knot slipped inside of her. “I’M CUMMING!’ She screamed, squirting onto Jackson’s waist as he groaned and pumped a second load into her. She fell over, panting.
“Mistress, could you untie me?” Jackson asked in his slave voice.
“Of course.” Mandy untied him, and he scooted forward, reaching around to get back to work “Wait, you’re not going to let me go?” Mandy asked as Jackson began typing.
“Nope, you’re stuck here now.” Jackson said, chuckling. “I thought you liked it?”
“I guess I don’t mind. Love you Jackson.” Mandy kissed him on the lips.
“Love you too mistress.”
2 BRATS - DIRTY LITTLE SECRET BETWEEN THE THREE OF US
ONE
Joel pushed his chair back from his desk, slipping his headphones off. Loud bass immediately reached his ears with a rhythmic thumping. He glanced at the glass of Mountain Dew he had sitting beside his keyboard. Ripples danced over the surface of the drink.
“You gotta be kidding me,” he muttered, getting to his feet and stepping over to his door. He jerked it open and the muffled bass hit him even louder. He walked down the hall past the bathroom and banged on his foster-sister’s bedroom.
“Sasha,” he yelled. “Can you cut the music down some?”
The bass continued to thunder, loud and hard, angry low-end machine noise and synthesizers accompanying it. Joel found hard house to be the most annoying thing in the world to try and ignore. The bass punched you in the bones and was impossible to drown out.
“Sasha!” he yelled again, turning the knob on her door. It was locked. He banged on the door with the flat of his hand a few times before the volume took a nose dive.
The door jerked open with a gust of wind and Sasha looked up at him with fierce green eyes. He flinched back a little. “What do you want?”
“I can’t hear myself think.”
She put her hands on her hips. Her hair was wet; she must’ve just taken a shower. He skin was a little flushed—maybe she’d been working out before?
She was wearing yoga pants that hugged her dancer’s legs and curvy hips. Her waist was tight and flat, tanned and—
“What are you doing?”
“Huh?” Joel asked, looking her in the eye. She frowned.
“You just—”
“Don’t try and change the subject. Please, just keep your music down.”
“And when you’re in your room, mixing that God awful shit you call music do I ever bother you?”
“You’re shaking the fucking windows!” Joel yelled. “I have my headphones on and the volume blasting and I can still here every beat coming from your speakers!”
She blinked at him, crossing her arms, which only pushed her bust up in the Under Armour bra she was wearing. “Aww, you’re getting mad. You’re cute when you’re mad.” Joel sighed.
“I’m just…can you turn it down? Please?”
“Yeah, I’ll turn it down,” she said, whipping a hand out and smacking him on the stomach.
“Ow,” he muttered, turning away from her.
“Tighten that up, you’re slacking,” she said with a grin.
“Yeah? Fuck you.”
She shut the door and as soon as he’d taken a seat back in his chair, the heavy drone and changing tones of a loud rap beat hit his eardrums. He downed his Mountain Dew, threw on his sneakers and grabbed his phone from his bedstand.
Jogging down the stairs to the living room, he saw his mom—well, his godmother, peeking through the blinds of the big windows. He stopped at the foot of the stairs, watching her.
“Katherine?”
She spun around, almost falling onto the couch that was place in front of the window. She looked at him with a deer-in-the-headlights expression.
“I assume you’re not going to tell me who you were spying on?”
“I…well, I was just going to see who your sister was talking to out there.”
“Anni?”
“Yeah, she’s talking to some boy out there.”
“Well, I was just going to go out for a run, I could spy on her for you,” Joel said with a smile.
She smiled back at him. “I didn’t know you had such a penchant for the covert. Although, I doubt you’ll be able to sneak around without being noticed. You’re rather tall.”
“And rather black.”
She frowned at that. “That’s not funny. Has anyone been giving you trouble?”
“No, I was totally joking.”
Joel started for the front door. “Actually, the only one giving me trouble,” he pointed up at the ceiling, “is that one upstairs. Sometimes I just want to choke her.”
Katherine smiled. She re-adjusted the drapes and stepped away from the window. She was tall enough to not feel tiny around Joel, but as she approached him, she still stood on her tiptoes for a moment. She patted him on the chest. “She only does that because she knows you’ll react to it.”
“It’s still annoying.”
She shifted her long red curls behind her ear, a conversational tic that both her daughters had picked up. “Well, it just means she likes you and doesn’t know how to tell you.”
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nbsp; Joel frowned. “Yeah. Sure. I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Okay.”
He pushed open the front door, and stepped outside into another beautiful suburban summer day. It was hot as hell, but he liked it when it was hot. If he wasn’t sweating buckets by the time his run was over, not much had been accomplished.
He stood on the welcome mat for a moment, adjusting his earbuds and plugging them into his phone. Katherine’s Hyundai Tucson sat a few feet away from him, in dire need of a good wash. Across the street, cookie-cutter houses continued in uniform spacing all the way down the street and around the corner. He waved at their neighbor across the street, Mr. Travalt, and stepped from under the protective shade of the overhang in front of their door.
Sunlight hit his skin like a fist. This was going to be a good run. He hit play on his usual list and “Shepherd of Fire” by Avenged Sevenfold started playing. He stepped around the Tucson and walked down towards the sidewalk, ignoring the mailbox while he loosened a little.
He started off on his jog, figuring thirty minutes would do the trick. He quickly passed three houses, his long stride eating up the distance. He dodged a sprinkler system and then glanced to his right. In front of him, across the street, Anni was waving to him, jumping up and down a little. As if she had to do that to get his attention.
He pulled his earbuds out. She was standing beside a chubby guy with a neckbeard that had on a little too much black for the summer time. He didn’t look too happy that she was now bringing a handsome jogging man into their conversation.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Come over here,” she called. He checked the street, crossing quickly when he saw it was clear and slowed down near the curb, avoiding a topless BMW and a beat up Jeep.
She beamed a smile at him as he walked into the yard where they stood under the shade of a tree. A kid raced by behind him on a bike. He stopped beside her, glancing from her to the neckbeard without a name.
“Joel, I want you to meet Adam.”
Joel flashed a quick grin to Adam and offered his hand for a shake. “Nice T-shirt, dude.” Adam ignored his hand and pulled him into a quick bro-hug. He glanced at Anni. She smiled.
“I hope I’m not throwing you off your schedule or anything.”
“No. This is all Anni’s fault.”
She pouted, which only drew attention to her full lips.
He grinned at her. “I’m just kidding. What’s going on?” He turned to Adam. “And no offense, but who are you?” He tossed the earbuds over his shoulder. “I mean, do you know the Peytons?”
“Yeah. Ashley is my cousin. I know Annicka from school and it was coincidence that she was over here the same time as my family. She saw my The Contortionist T-shirt and I guess she thought of you.”
“Cool. Cool.”
Joel ran a hand through his hair; it was a faded haircut with a high top, which was why most people assumed he played basketball. He needed to cut it.
“I was telling Adam that you remix popular pop and rap songs into metal friendly versions and we were talking about your YouTube page.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. I love stuff like that. I listen to Massive Metal Covers on YouTube, so, I’ll be sure to give your stuff a listen.”
“Thanks, bro. I hope you like it. And if you do, just shoot me a message and tell me what you’d like to hear me do next.”
“Sure, man.”
Joel glanced to Anni. She was wearing a short-sleeve light flannel, daisy duke shorts that showed her long legs and flip-flops. He loved it when she painted her cute little toes in highlighter colors.
“What?” she asked, looking at him with a grin on her face that crinkled the edges of her blue eyes and wrinkled her nose. He loved the little sprinkle of freckles on her nose, too.
“Huh? Oh. Aren’t you going to burn to death out here in this heat? You’re still paler than flour and if you’re planning to get a tan I suggest you ease into it.”
“Thanks for the suggestion, but that’s why I’m under a tree.”
“Touché. Adam, it was nice to meet you, man, but I’ve got to run.” They both looked at him while he looked back with a silly grin.
“Okay, you don’t give that one to me. It’s okay, I’ve got some more.” He began retreating out of the yard while Anni shook her head.
“Add me on FaceBook, bro!” he called as he crossed the street and resumed his jog.
*****
The night quietly crept in outside Joel’s window. Before he knew it, it was midnight and his eyes were starting to hurt. He was getting nowhere with the new song, so he shut down his program. It was quiet downstairs, and everywhere else through the house, he was the only one awake. It’d been ten days since he’d last relieved himself, and the pressure had been building quickly over the past few days, making him less proficient in anything he had to concentrate on. Including music.
He got up to lock his door, stripped down to his boxers, and opened up one of his drawers, revealing some Vaseline.
He turned the fan on to mask any ambient sounds, checked the volume of his headphones, and then brought up the video he’d been letting load for half an hour. The young blonde performer on the screen was hungrily working over a big cock, which was attached to her skinny boyfriend. He leaned against the counter, thighs occasionally flexing as he ran his free hand through her hair.
Joel rubbed his hands together quickly, coating his hands with the Vaseline and rubbing it on his cock, working the shaft up and down without the intent of lasting very long.
The couple had switched from the kitchen to the living room, the skinny boyfriend jerkily pounding in and out of his girlfriend from behind. Her head hung low for a moment, hair hanging down in front of her as she gripped the arm of the couch to steady herself. A moment later, her boyfriend gripped her hair at her command and pulled her head up and back, exposing her face to the camera as he continued hammering.
He imagined her as Anni, imagined himself behind her, his strong hands gripping her pale hips as he slid his cock in and out of her.
Her heavy sighs filtered into Joel’s ears as he used first one hand and then both to twist up and down his thickened cock. The head was engorged and sensitive after so many days without masturbation. His balls felt heavy even as they tightened against his groin and pre-come began to ooze thickly from the slit in his head.
The boyfriend quickly shuffled forward to the dresser where the camera was, still buried balls-deep in his girlfriend. She gripped the edge of the dresser, which was at eye-level. He could hear every slap of their flesh meeting, every slippery thrust. Every quick breath forced from her lungs. Every breath from Anni’s lungs as he hammered her, his arms wrapped around her from behind, his mouth against her neck as he heaved into her.
A groan escaped his lips as the gorgeous girl looked into the camera’s eye, looked into his eyes, while taking every inch of her lover. He could see her quickly rubbing her clit, and the sound of her arousal sent ungodly heat rushing through his veins. His breaths were quickened, and his right hand moved furiously up and down, losing rhythm as he slowed and sped up involuntarily.
The blonde looked down and then back at the camera, her blue eyes widening, skin flushed. She bit her lip, let out a muffled cry and announced loudly to her boyfriend and her viewing audience that she was cumming.
Joel followed suit, cresting the wave he’d mounted and cumming hard, bucking forward in his computer chair. He didn’t know how loud the grunt he let out was as the orgasm rolled through him in spasms. He felt hot cum on his thighs and on his clenching belly as he blindly stroked himself, completely lost in the moment, in his orgasm.
The couple continued fucking as he let his head fall back, looking at the ceiling. His pulse still pounded in his skull as he absently stroked his still throbbing cock. After a few more moments in the afterglow, he got up to clean himself up and pretend he hadn’t cum to thoughts of Anni. Again.
His jog the next day didn’t go
at the same pace that they had the afternoons before. He was a little slower, a little less driven, and a little less interested.
He slowed down to an aching walk while MGMT blasted in his ears. Sweat poured down his skin in rivers. He’d long ditched his drenched T-shirt in favor of bare skin. He could see his house ahead, only a half-dozen front yards in front of him. He’d made a big circle around their entire neighborhood, waving to the neighbors he knew, and avoiding the barking dogs of the ones he didn’t.
“Finally,” he muttered, almost falling in through his front door. He resisted the urge to throw his wet T-shirt down on the floor in front of the door.
Katherine looked at him from the couch in front of the TV. She waggled a finger at him. “Don’t even think about it. Take it straight to the laundry room.”
He dumped the shirt and headed up the stairs. “You know, if you just walked around the gym with your shirt off, they’d probably give you a job there.”
“I like where I work enough,” he called down to her.
“You’re not making enough money to get your own car,” she said. He stopped on the stairs, backpedaling a few steps.
“I thought you were gonna help me out with that?”
“Joel, I can only help so much. You, Anni and Sasha are all in school—at different schools, mind you, at the same time. I make good money, but it’s not good enough to have three Mustangs sitting out front along with my own car.”
“Never said anything about a Mustang,” Joel said with a grin.
“Well, you didn’t have to.”
“Sasha has a pretty nice Altima. Throw me a bone here.”
“She put most of the money down on that one. And she’s getting something else, without my help.”
“What about Anni? She’s got a Ford Fusion!”
“Again, I didn’t really help her out with that one either.”
“Where the hell are they getting this money from?” Joel muttered. “I bust my ass in my internship and it’s not paying me shit.”