“My pussy isn’t so young. I’m 19.”
I groaned. She was practically begging for it now.
“Even so,” I growled at her, “I’m giving you a chance to march your tight little ass out of here before I have no choice but to destroy it.”
“Like I said,” she replied, her hands reaching up behind her neck and slowly untying the strings of her bikini top. “I’m a risk taker.”
Her hands fell along with the fabric, and her creamy breasts came into full view. I swallowed hard, and my cock throbbed hotly in my jeans.
“I warned you!” I said. I dropped the bottle with a loud thunk, whiskey spilling at our feet as I snaked my hand around her waist and pulled her into me, my mouth smashing against hers as I slid my tongue into her mouth.
She kissed me back passionately, pressing her entire body against me, her naked breasts smashed against my chest. Roughly, I turned her around and bent her over the seat of my bike.
I pulled her skirt up around her hips, exposing her bare ass and pussy. Her ass was tight and firm, and I moaned in pleasure as I pulled open my jeans as fast I could.
Watching her carefully, half expecting her to go running in fear, I was impressed at her calmness as she waited patiently, a serene smile on her face as she wiggled her upturned butt at me.
“Yes! Give it to me!” she whispered, her head resting on the seat of my bike.
I shook my head, not believing my good luck, as I slammed my cock up her incredibly tight and already slick pussy. If cock is what she wanted, then I was going to give it to her.
And give it to her I did. She moaned and whimpered as I pounded into her, thrusting mercilessly as she opened to me. I grabbed her hips, pulling her back to meet my every stroke, her sweet pussy spasming around me as I fucked her harder and harder.
“Yes! Fuck me, fuck me!” she demanded, her voice rising with each thrust.
My cock swelled inside her as I filled her spasming pussy. She gripped my cock as pleasure tore through our bodies, shuddering as we came together in a raw explosion of sexual energy.
I pulled out of her as she stood up and turned around, her irresistible smile and her bare swinging tits causing my cock to twitch again. I smashed my mouth down on hers, pulling her into me, and wrapped my arms around her.
I hadn’t had chemistry like this with a woman in quite some time, and now that I had fucked her, I didn’t want to let her go.
We were still kissing, standing there with my cock still raging between us, when the door to the clubhouse opened and Harley walked out.
“Hey, Mason, do you want a beer…” His voice trailed off when I saw I wasn’t alone.
“Shit, man, sorry…” he said, as he turned to go back inside.
We had jumped and pulled our mouths away to look at him when he walked out, but he turned to walk back in just as quickly.
He stopped dead in his tracks when the voice beside me called his name softly.
“Harley?”
He turned slowly, a haunted look in his eyes as he stared at the bare breasted girl standing next to me.
“Rebel!?” He asked incredulously. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“What the fuck!” I yelled, pulling away as fast as I could from her, and frantically putting away my cock. “Rebel? Your SISTER? Goddammit!”
“Hi, Mason,” she said to me, her sly smile a cruel tease. “I guess you didn’t recognize me, huh?”
CHAPTER TWO
Rebel
One year earlier
Happy birthday to me, I thought. Only one person in the whole world had remembered, and he was on top of me, inside of me, pounding away at me like an ungraceful mule as I lay motionless beneath him, my head a million miles away already.
My plan was to be on the train by now. But instead I was late, because once again, my stupid heart had gotten in the way. Tears began falling down Jimmy Morgan’s handsome, innocent face when I explained that I had to get out of town, and since - as of 2:48 a.m. this morning - I was finally eighteen years old, I could actually leave.
This time, nobody could stop me.
But Jimmy had succeeded in delaying me. He was the only person in the entire universe that had been nice to me in the last six years and I cared about him, as much as I could care about anyone. He was the only friend I had, and I felt terrible leaving him behind.
But I had to go far, far way. And we both knew it.
“I’m going to miss you so much, Reb,” he said through his tears as he thrust his cock inside of me.
I was completely shut down. I was doing this for him, one last time before we said goodbye, because I knew that he wanted it. Jimmy wasn’t the type to easily get girlfriends and it would be a long while before he would get laid again.
So, I went ahead with it. Not out of spite, or duty, but because I did genuinely care for him. My heart was locked up and tightly secured away, so the concept of loving anything wasn’t something I was friendly with. But I appreciated Johnny. He made me laugh every now and then, which was a rare thing and as much as he was able to, and often he would take me out and help me forget about everything that went on in the dark hell hole that I was forced to call home.
His sweaty hands clutched at my shoulders as he shuddered above me, and when I was sure he was finished, I gently wiggled out from under him. He rolled over, staring up at the ceiling with a look of utter sadness on his sweet face.
I leaned over, gave him a quick kiss on his lips and jumped up to get dressed.
“Everything’s going to be okay, Jimmy. Don’t worry about me. I’ll call you when I get settled, alright?”
“Sure,” he said, his voice full of disappointment.
My heart sank when I looked at him lying there, his cheeks wet with tears.
“Oh, Jimmy…” I didn’t know what to say to him. I wanted to somehow make him feel better, but there was no way to make this situation better than to leave quickly. Tear it off fast like a bandaid. I sighed, and took a deep breath.
I lifted my backpack onto my shoulders. It was surprisingly light, considering it contained everything I owned.
I smiled down at Jimmy one last time.
“Hey, look at me,” I said, softly.
He turned his tear-filled baby blue eyes up to me for the last time.
“I won’t forget you. I promise. We’ll see each other again soon.” I reached down, kissed him once more and looked into his eyes again. “You’re the best. Take care of yourself, Jimmy.”
I stood up, turned and walked out of his bedroom for the last time.
Outside, under the searing Texas summer heat, my boots pounded the pavement and with every step closer to the bus station, my heart thundered louder and louder in my chest. When I found myself standing in front of the ticket counter with a wad of cash and my ID in my hand, the thundering was so loud, I could barely hear the lady behind the counter talking to me.
“I’m sorry, what?” I asked.
“Where ya headed?” she asked again, bubblegum smacking in her mouth.
“Oh. Right. Dallas, please.”
“Just one ticket?” Her ponytail shook back and forth on the top of her head with each word.
“Yes,” I replied, my voice shaking. “Just me.”
She looked at my ID, then looked back at me and smiled.
“Happy Birthday…” she searched for my name on the card, “Jill.”
When she said my given name, I flinched. The last person that called me Jill was my mother, and as the memories began to flood my head, I slammed down the imaginary gate in my head and turned my thoughts away from them as quickly as I could.
“Rebel. Everyone calls me Rebel.”
“Rebel, huh? Well, happy birthday Rebel. You’d better hurry, they’ve already started boarding.”
“Thanks.”
She handed me my ticket, my change, and my ID and I ran to the bus as quickly as I could, clutching the ticket tightly in my hand.
I gave the driver my ticket
and found a seat in the back right as the engine roared to life. Moments later, the wheels started turning and I sighed a huge sigh of relief.
As I watched the sights of ugly, dirty El Paso fly by out the window, tears of happiness began pouring down my face.
I had no idea what I was going to do once I got to Dallas. I had $34 left in my pocket and a backpack full of jeans and t-shirts.
But the one thing I did know was that I never had to come back to this hideous place again. And that was fucking amazing.
This was the best fucking birthday ever.
CHAPTER THREE
Harley
My blood boiled at the sight of my best friend and little sister going at it like a couple of rabbits in the shop. By the looks of his withering wet dick hanging between his legs, he no doubt had her bent over his bike right before I walked out.
Mason had been my best friend since the first grade. Those born into the MC life tend to stay in it, and we were no exception. My dad, Red, had been the founding president of the Renegade Rebels Motorcycle Club. Mason’s dad, Teddy, was the VP. It was the only life either of us had known, and there was no end in sight.
After my dad and mom went to prison for drug trafficking and killing three cops in the bust when I was only eighteen, I came to the conclusion that the only thing I could do was join the club.
I tried to adopt Rebel, who was only 12 at the time, but the courts wouldn’t let me, and sent her off to foster care.
As much as I hated it, I let her go and I devoted my life to the MC. They didn’t let me take over right away, but they made me a prospect, and I moved up the ranks fast and easy.
Mason had been right beside me the whole way.
Running the club was in our blood - what else could we have done?
Six years and two dead presidents later, including Teddy, and I was the one sitting at the head of the table with Mason at my right, both of us looking eerily like our fathers.
Seeing Rebel again ripped open long-buried wounds that I knew would never heal. I missed our parents — hell, I missed Rebel — but she had been a little hellion from the time she came kicking and screaming out of our mama’s belly and I had to admit I felt a little relief when the judge told me I wouldn’t be allowed to raise her.
At the time, sure I was pissed. I was eighteen and I thought I knew everything. I took the judge’s denial as a slap to the face, but inside I was happy that someone else had made the decision.
I was eighteen fucking years old. I had my whole life to live, and to be honest, the last thing I wanted was some preteen girl strapping me down to a nine to five and a house payment. I didn’t know jack shit about raising a teenager, considering I was still one myself.
The judge had been right. It took me a long time to come to terms with that, but I did.
And now here she was, little Rebel all grown up and sticking her tongue down Mason’s throat.
I couldn’t fucking believe my eyes.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Rebel?”
I wanted to hug her and slap both of them all at the same time, and I was fighting to control my emotions. I knew if I took one step towards Mason, my fist would collide with his jaw.
To give him credit, he did look completely shocked and put his cock away faster than a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ competition.
“I came to live with you, Harley.” Rebel walked over to me, tying the top of her bikini top along the way. “I’m nineteen now.”
“Live with me?” My jaw dropped before I started laughing.
Rebel didn’t appreciate my laughter and her bottom lip jutted out in a familiar pout. Not much had changed, I could see.
“No fucking way.”
“But Harley—,”
“NO!” I interrupted, before she could even start in on me. The last thing I needed was Rebel hanging around the clubhouse and getting in the way of business.
She stomped her boot on the cement, an exasperated sigh escaping her lips.
“Well, fuck, can I at least get a hug from my big brother?”
Her blue eyes were exactly like mine, and exactly like our mother’s. Memories began flooding my mind as I stared down at her.
“Yeah, sure…” I closed the distance between us, pulling her tiny body into my arms and smelling whiskey…and Mason…on her.
I pulled away quickly before she could get too comfortable.
“Thanks. So, can I hang out for a little while? I don’t have to live with you, right now.”
“Where do you live, Rebel? What happened to the Cunninghams?” I knew she had been fostered by the same family all these years.
“Live? Oh, you know…here and there. I left the Fuckingham’s on my eighteenth birthday. I don’t know how they let people like that foster children. It’s fucked up. They were awful, Harley!” Her eyes clouded over with tears as she looked at me. “I’ve been mostly hanging out on Missy’s couch for the last year. She lives in her grandma’s old house in Oak Cliff. You remember Missy, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I think so. I’m sorry, Rebel.” I felt like shit, but I tried to remind myself there was nothing I could do. “I would have taken you if the judge had let me.” “I know, Harley, I know.” She wiped the tears from the corner of her eye and straightened her posture. She looked vulnerable for a moment, but she quickly regained a thick armor that I had seen a million times before. Even before our parents were sent away, Rebel had a hard side to her. She didn’t take shit from anyone, and it surprised me to see how her spirit had been broken, even if she only let it show for a second.
“Alright,” I relented, “come inside and I’ll get you a beer.”
“Whiskey,” she demanded and I cocked an eyebrow at her. “Please?”
I shook my head, knowing it wasn’t going to be easy getting rid of her this time.
“Alright, alright…”
I glared over at Mason, who had been standing there with a bewildered look on his face the whole time.
“Put your cock away, Romeo, and join us.”
“Fuck…” he replied under his breath as he followed us through the door.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rebel
Despite the look on Harley’s face when he walked in on us, I wouldn’t have traded those moments with Mason for anything.
His muscular body was a far cry from Jimmy’s, and for the first time, it felt like I had been with a real man.
Of my own choosing, that is. Mr. Fuckingham didn’t count.
What kind of real man took advantage of his foster child? He was a scumbag piece of shit, and I was so glad to be out from under his roof.
I had left a note when I left. I told Mrs. Fuckingham all about her disgusting husband, even though I had told her before, but she never believed me. Accused me of lying and instead of doing anything about it, she just beat me harder when she’d catch me spending time with Johnny, or hell, even when she’d catch me on the phone with him. They had a strict ‘no-boys’ policy for their foster daughter, and the irony was not lost on me that the vile things going on behind closed doors in that house were a stark contrast to the public face they tried to show the world.
I knew the note wouldn’t do any good, but I left it for my own well-being. I wrote it all out - every vile and disgusting act - just to cleanse myself of it.
Of course, it didn’t work. But whatever. I could deal with the memories now. A bottle of whiskey and a few pills helped along the way.
But Mason? I’d been crushing on him since I was 12. We all grew up together, and I watched them from the sidelines as they worked on bikes with our fathers. They were always trying to shoo me away, the annoying sister.
Harley was Harley, but Mason had always been the masculine one. He hit puberty first, his voice changing and hair growing on his face before anyone else in their class. By the time he and Harley were eighteen, right before the big bust, Mason looked like he was twenty-five going on forty.
Once I figured out how things worked betw
een boys and girls, I had many the girlish fantasy of k-i-s-s-i-n-g Mason behind the clubhouse. He didn’t give me a lick of his time or attention, although he was nice when he had to be.
But when I walked up on him today? Holy shit.
At first I didn’t know it was him. I had no idea if he would be there or not when I decided to visit Harley. But when he turned around, and I saw it was him? My heart began racing like a winning thoroughbred that just ran a mile.
Oh, yes, he was definitely a real man.
He was raw masculinity, wrapped up in a huge, delicious package of thick, long black hair, leather and denim. And he tasted like whiskey.
What more could a girl want?
When I saw that he didn’t recognize me, I couldn’t help but play with him a little. I figured he would eventually recognize my voice or something, but he had no clue who I was, and he was really taking the bait when I teased him. I didn’t think he’d really bend me over his bike, but when he did, I couldn’t have been happier.
And now that I had a taste of him, I knew I was going to need a much bigger bite.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mason
Holy fuck. I was mortified!
I couldn’t believe I had just fucked my best friend’s sister — and Rebel, at that!
Watching her sitting at the table with Harley and me, drinking her whiskey straight from the bottle, those pink lips wrapping around it like a vice and batting those fuck-me baby blues at me — I was wound up like a snake about to strike.
And I felt like a complete fool.
I should have recognized her! Hell, I had known her all her life.
And yet she never looked like this before. Last time I saw her, she was just a kid. Now, she was a grown fucking woman with the best set of tits this side of the Trinity River.
Not only did I feel like a fool, but I was pissed. And turned on. And way fucking pissed. My cock was betraying me, still raging hard in my jeans and there’s nothing like being angry and horny at the same time.
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