As she crossed through the back alley behind the tavern, closing in on the Compound's walls, Case crossed into her path. They both stopped for a moment, tension hanging in the air between them. She wanted him. Always she wanted him, and always she forgot just how much she needed his touch on her body, his scent in her nose, his appearance in her mind until just up to the point of having it once again. Like an appetite never sated except for when the stomach was being filled.
She was dressed, at least, in a way that would pull his attraction. Tight leather pants showcased the long, slender nature of her legs. Her top was ripped in places, but formed neatly around her heavy bust, showing off the line of eager cleavage she possessed. The biggest, best tits in Temple; a boast she would never say aloud, but one that she loved that Case could enjoy. His sturdy, muscled form looked somehow despondent, aloof—he only wore his leather vest on his back, letting Abigail see the heavily ripped form of his abs, the long cut muscles of his shoulders and arms.
It was Abigail who spoke first. “Hello, brother.”
She said the word with all the relish she could draw from. Despite everything that had happened, she loved him still. She always would. She didn’t care if he banished her, killed her, defamed her, defiled her. She would always, always, always be his. And she wanted him to know that. She wanted him to have to live that truth as much as she did.
“Abigail.”
He looked despondent. His hand gripped the knife around his belt tight. Was he so afraid of her?
No. No—that murder in his eyes was not for her. Abigail knew at least she had not earned that.
“Can we talk?” she asked.
“We’ve talked already.”
She stepped up close to him, putting a hand on his arm. The shape of his forearms had always excited her. So large and prominent on his body. Sculpted like the rest of him. She wanted to lie under their blankets and stroke them all night like she had in weeks past. Around them was the tall walls of the tavern and the close, nail-heavy wooden planks of several stacked houses.
“I want to talk to you. Please.”
He shook his head. “I have to see Troy.”
“Can’t it wait? Please?”
Taking his hands in hers, she stroked his palm. This had once calmed him. But he took the hand away and pushed her roughly aside.
“No.” He stepped by her, moving on. “I’ve no time for dead women.”
Anger, sudden and liquid, flooded through her body. Heart pulsing, she grabbed Case at the shoulder and pushed him back into the wooden wall of the tavern.
“Don’t you dare say that to me. Do you know what I’ve done for you? All for you?”
“I didn’t ask you to do any of that. None of it. Not a single bit.” He wouldn't look her in the eye, but meant his gaze edged downward and lingered onto her cleavage.
“And who’s fault is that? How many times did I ask you for guidance and you wouldn't give it to me?” She pushed him again against the wall. “How many times did I let you know that all I wanted to do was follow your will? I would have been happy to just...to just live in a closet next to your desk. A hole in the door. You could come fuck my mouth through it whenever you want. I’d be ecstatic. But you won’t let me. I’d take any situation at all that you’d offer so long as it was close to you. Serving you. Doing what you wanted.”
Case seemed to soften somewhat. “Abby...”
“No.” She stepped away, crossing her arms. “Fine. Move on. Let you go do your stupid work. Fine. That’s fine. Go on, then. Leave me in the dark.”
She didn’t mean it. But she could not face his rejection anymore. She could live with it. Hold it in her heart. Know that it was true. But she could not face it anymore. She could not look at him, this perfect man who was all she wanted, and see him turn her away. It was too much for her. Behind her, she could hear Case shuffling slightly. The dirt beneath his feet scattering about.
He asked, “What more do you want to say?”
His hand came on her shoulder. Right away, her knees went weak. Not far from where they stood was a cloth attached to a pole, swinging in the wind. She felt like she was that pole, in and out, unable to do anything but move to the power of her brother’s winds.
She didn’t care. Living on his whims. So long as he loved her. So long as he fucked her.
“I don’t know,” she shook her head. “I think I said it already. It wasn’t just...me being crazy. Not entirely. I really would live in a closet next to your desk. I don’t care who you marry. You can fake my death and put me in a hole or a cell somewhere, and I’ll live off your cum. That way, you won’t have to take food from anyone else.”
“Goddamn.”
His hand pulled on her shoulder, bringing her into his body from behind. Her breaths felt hot in her chest, her mouth. His hands so big, so strong. She took a hold of one, bringing it down to her waist. The flesh there so supple, so ready to be touched. The skin of his fingers was calloused and rough, but it felt good against her body. She loved his touch; she always had. Slowly, her hips began to gyrate into his body. Their joining so close, so very “almost” for so long now. The length of his cock felt hard on her ass and she wanted more, so much, much more.
“I’ll do anything, Case, I promise. I’m so sorry I’ve been bad. But it was all for you. If you just tell me what to do, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you say. All I want to do is follow your will. I’m rudderless without you.”
“Fuck.”
Thick fingers squeezed on her plump nipples. Bliss powered through her body and she shuddered, head leaning back. Finally, then, he kissed her. His lips falling over hers, their mouths intertwining for what felt like the first time in a thousand years.
It had not been nearly so long, of course, but it had to Abigail. Her want for him felt eternal, and any delay was like a century of agony. His hand reached onto her throat, choking her just slightly, just how she loved. Owning her breath; owning her. Her body turned into his, sliding down onto the ground, tits rubbing hard on his chest.
They were out in the middle of the street, practically. In a small alley. Even with everyone holed up from the war, anyone would be able to walk by and see what they were doing. Their forbidden, taboo desire, so openly pronounced and displayed for the world. But they didn’t care.
Abigail turned and tugged at his pants, needing to suck on the meat inside.
“Please, baby. I need it so bad. I’ve needed it for so, so long, please...”
“Do it, girl. Suck me off. Be my good little sisterslut.”
His good little sisterslut.
Oh fuck, it was too much. In a frenzy, she took his pants down, sliding her mouth around his already throbbing member. Her legs splaying on the dirt of the ground. Mind hazed over with lust. The only sensations were his hardness in her throat, the salty taste of his precum powering around her tongue, the hot smell of his musk as she pushed deeper and deeper down. Abigail could deepthroat easily—even Case’s enormous length—and she did so now.
His bulge was clearly visible in her throat as his length shoved down deeper. Her mouth slurped down onto his cock, and then back up again, a warm wet glove just for him. This is all she was, all she was truly made for. A servant for her brother’s cock. A mad slave made to do anything to make him happy.
She sucked him as hard as she could, moaning, cunt juicing with arousal, sliding up and down.
Almost, she thought, he was getting close. Balls tightening up, his thrusts into her skull more and more frequent. More urgent. But he seemed to be controlling himself somehow. Holding back. Abigail moaned harder, trying to show how much she needed him to unleash. She wanted to feel his spray down her throat so bad.
After several minutes of this, he finally pushed her off. Abigail’s heart sank. This had happened before. He had changed his mind. He wanted something different. Someone else. He wasn’t going to fuck her like she thought. He was going to—
“What are you waiting for?” He got on the ground ne
xt to her. His cock pushed up like some monument to his godly masculinity.
“What?”
“Get on top. I want you to ride me.”
Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh yes. Yes, god, yes!
In moments she had her pants kicked off and forgotten. With relish, she climbed up on top of her brother’s thick rod, sliding the huge length of his member alongside her glistening wet slit. Soon, she had his entire manhood covered over with her hot juices.
“Do it,” he grunted. “Fuck, Abigail. I want you. I love you.”
I want you. I love you.
These words reverberated hard against her head, pushing away all other thoughts. Her body acted on impulse, adjusting her angle and sliding her pussy down so that slowly, surely she was impaled by her stepbrother's cock.
Finally, he entered her again. Abigail, her lust beyond all comprehension or control, came immediately. Her body couldn’t handle the sudden, new, forbidden entrance—the entrance she thought she might never have again. Pleasure riveted her body to his, their joining complete, her cunt squeezing hard as she gyrated her hips up and down. Milking him. Needing him to fill her as soon as possible.
Her mouth came down on top of his and she moaned into his neck, kissing and loving. The throes of orgasm still upon her, and another feeling like it was on the way. His cock pressed so hard against her g-spot; so perfect and true in her tight canal.
Strong hands wrapped around her hair and took her solidly into his grip, whipping her head this way and that. Owning her. They slid in the mud in the ground, neither of them caring how dirty it was. It was all so very dirty, so taboo. Fucking his sister. Riding her brother’s massive cock in the dirt.
The orgasm he gave her loosened her tongue completely. All the filth she could imagine began to spill out from her mouth.
“Put a baby in me, Case, please?” At that, he gripped her even tighter, shoving her down on his cock.
“Oh fuck, please? Then I can be your wife, please? They couldn’t keep us apart then. They couldn’t. They couldn’t. It would be so right, so fucking right, I want your babies, oh god...I want twins, triplets, I don’t care, I just need your fucking seed inside me, please?”
“Fuck yeah,” Case nodded, thrusting upward wildly. Abandoned in the moment. “My seed in your tight little cunt. Full of my babies. Pregnant just for me. That’s what you want?”
They shifted on the mud, the ground, wrestling this way and that. Abigail would be on top, then pushed down underneath his mass, and then pushed on top again, breathing hard. His hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to restrict her breath.
“Yes, yes! Please!” she moaned. “More than anything. I need it. I need it so, so bad, please. Do it. Fuck me full of your cum. Fuck me full of it.”
She continued to milk his cock with her glistening tight cunt. Grabbing and pulling expertly, made for his shaft, his length, no extra room or wasted space. All just for him. The look in his eyes told her he would be hitting his climax soon. There was no mistaking that look. Her own felt dangerously close.
Cum with him. Cum with your love.
It would be so perfect, she knew. It would be so, so—
With a series of shuddering, lust-heavy grunts, Case exploded upward inside of her. His hot load sprayed her inside, filling her up from the bottom. As he did, Abigail's own orgasm shook her and she bit her brother's thick, manly shoulder to keep from crying out in pure ecstasy. Their bodies pulsed for several moments, Case emptying into her and Abigail filled by him.
When the waves of bliss left her, she collapsed on her man. Her brother. Her Case. She felt complete again—good again—since this entire fiasco had begun.
Chapter 26:
There was a secret way back into the Compound. Most of the Family didn’t even know about it. As far as Robin knew, Titus had only ever told it to Sandra, Case, and Abigail—and Abigail had of course told Robin about it. Once upon a time, they didn’t have any secrets from each other.
The path was not especially favorable. It was located in the sewers that led out of Temple, dug to exit from the town more than a mile away into a stream in the hills that led to a river much, much farther away down south. To get back inside of the Compound using the sewer, one had to walk above the sewage itself—and even through some.
Robin went at night. There was no guaranteeing that Troy’s men would not be on the walls. If they saw her, she suspected that Troy had given them orders all to shoot her on the spot. She had knowledge that could damn him, after all, and he knew that Case would believe what she had to say. And besides that, Case himself probably had ordered her dead. She had left the Family—and after their “permanent” indoctrination.
Through filth and yards and yards of grossness, she finally made it up through a tunnel and out inside the walls of the Compound again. She was on the wall opposite where the long garage had been hit and burned from Troy's sabotage. She looked at the wreckage and shook her head—more he would have to answer for.
Nobody knew the insides of the Compound better than Robin. She had grown up there. And so, it was an easy thing to traverse from one end to the other without being seen by the guard patrols. She had done it plenty of times as a child.
Soon, she was inside of Abigail’s small room in the reformatted hotel where so many of the Family lived. Her thought was to wash up—get the stink of sewer off her—and then find Abigail in the bunker, where she would doubtless be, and reveal Troy’s plan. Nobody wanted to believe someone who smelled like shit; this was a fact much, much older than Robin was or ever would be.
Abigail’s room was small, unadorned. A huge contrast to Robin’s own room. There was little else in it outside of the shower, the bed, and a lone chair against one wall.
Some minutes later, after a nice warm shower, Robin stepped out and saw Abigail was there—knife in hand. She looked sexy as hell in her tight leather pants, her cleavage-baring torn t-shirt.
“It’s a shame you came all this way just to take a shower and get stabbed,” she snapped. “They don’t have water in Brall’s camp?”
Robin's beautiful body was glistening wet. Despite her words, she could see Abigail’s eyes lusting after her form.
She would use her body. That’s what Abigail would do.
“You don’t want to hurt me, Abby.” Robin bit her lip. “You want to fuck me.”
Abigail laughed a bit at that. “I’m fucking Case now. Like I should be. Brother and sister joined just right. I don’t need a woman.”
That was surprising news. But, not unwelcome. That would make Case and Abigail very happy—which ultimately was one of the many things Robin wanted.
“It’s not the same, and you know it.” Robin stepped forward. “There are certain ways that a woman can please another woman that a man just can’t compete with.”
She let her towel drop to the floor. Abigail’s eyes grew wide. Nipples erect, belly tucked in, standing up on her tippy toes, Robin made herself as erotic a spectacle as possible.
“I know we’ve said some harsh things.” Robin’s hands slipped around Abigail’s knife. It came gently and then clattered to the floor. “But I forgive you. And I want you to forgive me. And then I want us to work together. Very, very closely.”
Abigail drew in to her friend slow, hands gingerly sliding around the naked, hot flesh she touched.
“I don’t...I don’t know if I should trust you. You could be working with Brall.”
Robin nodded. “I am. But I’m working with you, too. We can all work together. Can’t we? Wouldn’t that be nice?” She leaned in to Abigail’s ear. “I can be Brall’s special good fuckpet, and you can be your brother’s little cockwhore slut, and in the meantime, we can please each other stupid while they’re away. Or just if they want us to, if they want to jack off to watching us making out and eat each other’s pussies. Why not, Abby? Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”
A low, deep, needy moan emanated from Abigail’s mouth. She nodded slowly—but then shook her he
ad.
“No...Robin, I...I don't know that...”
“Please, Abby? I want it from you. I really do. You woke something up in me.” She kissed Abigail's neck gently, and then moved up, facing no resistance. “I want us to explore one another.”
Abigail moaned—and, giving in totally—nodded urgently now.
After that, it was purely academic. They kissed hot and heavy, finally expressing the true attraction they had held for another for so long. Robin stripped off Abigail's tight clothes—the leather pants, the ripped shirt—getting rid of all barriers to her hot young flesh.
In moments they were in the bed. Their legs intertwining, warm tongues sliding against one another. Every moment so pure and virgin. Even for all their shared experience in the last several days, neither of them had ever been with a woman before.
They arranged themselves in the bed, wrapping each other’s legs around the other’s head. Robin loved Abigail's legs, so long and smooth. She had always thought they were beautiful.
Slowly, they began to lick one another's pussies. It took them a little bit of time at first—searching gently with their tongues until finally landing on the right spot.
“Don't tell me I'm alone in this,” Robin giggled. “You haven't ever had a girl lick you, have you?”
Abigail shook her head. “You're the first.”
Her breath was heated against Robin's clit, and Robin took pleasure in knowing her own breath must have then felt good on Abigail's. She had always been so interested, so invested in Abigail licking her. Now it was happening. Easily, slowly, Robin began to lick Abigail just as Abigail licked her.
The first several minutes were just an easy, hot warming up process. They each knew each other so well—they knew how they would want to be licked instinctively. Robin moved in small circles, and Abigail moved up and down, steady and sure. For what seemed like ages, they build up the steady, needy levels of arousal until their thoughts were too full of lust to do anything but think of cumming. Their spare limbs thrashed on the bed, whipping out every so often as they cried aloud from the overwhelming pleasure.
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