0 comments/ 8990 views/ 0 favorites Too Far Gone Ch. 00 By: Ihave_powers Prologue He had her bent over the couch with her skirt bunched up at her waist and her panties below her thighs. He couldn't help but to take a second to reflect on how far he had come and how sweet her teenage ass really was. Smooth and perfect ... He almost said those words out loud as he ran his hand up her thigh. resting his hand on her cheek for just a moment before he slapped her ass with enough force that she could not tell if he was being playful or forceful. Either way it made her even wetter and she shivered a little bit. A month ago he would have had to ask her for help to get his cock to the appropriate orifice but now he just moved his cock head which was already wet with her saliva up to her exposed lips and thrusted in. He didn't feel guilty at all as he pushed in all the way. He thought he would have ... he knew that he should have. Sure she was 18 and she had wanted this for as long as she could remember. Sure she was beautiful and he knew that he loved her. But he was her youth pastor and he had been teaching her the finer points of love and purity for years. And too make matters worse there was her mother ... Pushing those thoughts out of his head (and the subtle guilty feeling about not feeling guilty) he concentrated on her, on this beautiful moment of connection. The warmth and tightness of being inside of her was almost overwhelming. He pushed in until he was all of the way inside of her and she let out a moan that would be remembered for the rest of his life. It was visceral and full of excited pleasure. He wasn't sure but he thought that she may have climaxed at that exact moment. Not willing to lose himself in the moment he pulled back out and pushed in again. Grabbing her slender hips for leverage he went about fucking her in a rhythm that wasn't too fast but it was continuous and powerful. Stroke after stroke he moved inside of her and her moans continued to grow even more passionate. He reached around and grabbed her breast with his left hand, feeling her soft tit and massaging it for the second time in his life (and hers) as he moved in and out of her. He picked up speed and both of their breathing got more and more labored until he felt his balls start to tighten up ... now what? He didn't want to pull out because it felt too good, but he also knew he couldn't come inside of her. She wasn't on birth control and he wasn't ready for ... uh ... too late. Matt grabbed on to her tightly as he started to release his come inside of her hot pussy. He came for what seemed like forever and he wondered if she could feel it inside of her. Her shaking and moaning grew to a fever pitch underneath him until his movements slowed down and eventually stopped. Coming to a stop he tried to catch his breath until she leaned back up and turned towards him with his cock still buried inside of her. With impressive flexibility she maneuvered herself until she was facing him. Matt looked into her eyes for a moment, wild and full of love and lust she leaned forward and kissed his lips. Pulling back she whispered "I love you so much Matt". Kissing him again she muttered out "this is how I always thought it would be" Matt looked at the sweaty teen that he was connected to physically and emotionally. Sweaty and slender. Blonde hair messy from the sex but still looking perfect with a broad satisfied smile on her face and suddenly he was overcome with something. His old friend Guilt. What the hell was he thinking? this was going to come back to haunt him in a big way ... as if his life wasn't fucked up enough. Then his Cock started to stir again. It had never gone soft and he found himself moving in and out of her slowly. "Are we going to do it again!!!" Anna practically screamed " can I be in top this time? pleasssssse?" she flashed him a cute puppy dog stare that they both knew completely owned him and he sighed. They both knew she would get what she wanted ... Too Far Gone Ch. 02 Wow. Oh my God, it's been a while hasn't it. First, let me say that I was in a pretty dark place when I first started this storyline. When it came time for the sequel, life had actually gotten better. So a lot of the emotion that was fueling it just wasn't there. It made writing this sooo much harder. Still, there were people that kept me on it. So a HUGE thanks to them! And without any further ado... Haha, further ado! By the way, there's a penguin. -Shaide I sat in the niche of the open window, letting the suburban breeze flow past me and into my room as the sun rose in the distance. It was peaceful, relaxing. This has always been my favorite moment of the day. There's nothing like it. For me, it was the definition of home. I watched as cars, SUVs, and the ever so rare truck trudged their way out of the neighborhood to begin their daily work schedule. That'll be me in another year or so, I thought. Trudging along. And moments like this will be left to my childhood memories. Maybe one day my own daughter will sit in a window having these same thoughts. Adrian and I really need to have a talk about that. We've never talked about having kids. I'm not even sure I want kids. I filed it away for later. Right now, I just wanted to sit in my pajamas, sip Dad's coffee, and enjoy the moment. I got a few more sips in before I heard Bryce's car attempt to start up. I didn't even see him go outside. He got out and raised the hood. I've always found that peculiar. Men always do that. Even when they don't know anything about cars, they'll still pop the hood. Like there's going to be some neon sign popping out saying, "This is what's broken." Then again, maybe my little brother did know about cars. How would I know? That one thought completely ruined my morning. He slammed the hood down and got onto his phone. This was my chance! I didn't even bother going to my suitcase, I still hadn't unpacked yet. I just grabbed my clothes off the floor from yesterday and got dressed. Coffee and beautiful morning sunrises forgotten, I ran down the stairs and out the door. Too late. I saw Bryce get into some dark blue car. There was a woman driving who looked kind of familiar, but I couldn't place her. She glanced over at me and peeled off. Damn. Too late. How the hell did he get a ride so quick! I sighed and went back inside. Well, I was up now. Good and energized, with nothing to do. As I walked down the hallway, I looked at Bryce's door. There were other journals in there. Black pages I hadn't read yet. Was I ready to read them? Could I stand to? I didn't know. Which probably meant that I wasn't. Every time I thought about it, all I could think was how alone he was, how much he needed me, needed all of us, and we weren't there for him. I ran from those thoughts, and retreated to my room, wrapping myself in the safety of my text books. ----- Lynn Alice. Alice 2.0. The bitch. We didn't talk the whole way as I drove Bryce to school. It had been years since I'd last laid eyes on her. But there she was, all beautiful and fuckable and perfect. The Beauty and the Brains. The bitch. Here I am, trying to juggle Bryce, and D, and the gang, and the rest of my fucking life, and she has to come along and grease up all my fucking balls! What the fuck did I do to her? And the way she came running out? Was she about to offer Bryce a ride? I laughed at myself. At the very thought. Of course not. Their family never gave a damn about Bryce. If they had, he wouldn't have been such easy picking for me. He wouldn't be the sad, depressed, sadistic bastard that he was. If they had loved and cared for him, he wouldn't be the man of my dreams. "Are you actually going to school today," I asked him. He looked disconsolate. "Yeah. Might as well." "We could just hang out," I said. Let's hang out. Let me fuck you. "No. I need to make a few appearances," he replied. He seemed distracted, but it might have just been because of his car. "By the way, I'm not walking." "Huh?" "Graduation. I'm not going." "Why?" He had been so intent on that before. "2.0 is giving a speech. I'm not going." Oh. Good. "Well, if you want, I can get the crew together and we can celebrate." Say yes! Say YES! "And after," I added, putting on my sex-kitten voice, "you and I can have our own private party." He smiled his sad, little half smile and looked over at me. "Yeah, I'd like that." YES! Fuck you, Alice! FUCK YOU! He's mine! All mine! I continued my inner celebration the rest of the drive. As we pulled up to the school, I looked over at him. He was still stuck somewhere in his head. "How about a little preview of graduation night," I suggested, rubbing my hand over his crotch. I could feel him hardening through his jeans; I knew he was tempted. "No thanks," he said, grabbing my hand and removing it. He reached into his pocket, took out his keys, and handed me his car key. "Tell Johnny Boy I want it back tomorrow." I pouted at him, but he didn't give in. "Fine." I said, just a little pissed. He grabbed my head and pulled me into him, kissing me hard, as his tongue started doing acrobatics inside my mouth. I was half drowned in him when he finally pulled back. I could feel him invading my very being as he looked into my eyes. "You're mine. And I don't want anyone to see how special you are. You're mine." "I'm yours," I said, half delirious with need. Need for more, need for him. He gave me another quick kiss and hopped out of the car. I watched that slow, graceful glide of his as he walked into the school. "And you're mine," I whispered. "All mine." Driving usually helps me get my thoughts together, but today it was empty and unsatisfying. Although, that was probably my pussy talking. That kiss from Bryce had me all hot and bothered. And wet. Mostly wet. I needed cock. And nobody fucked like Bryce fucked, and I refused to settle for less. So I was fresh out of options. I pulled into the driveway and ran past my brother into my room, slamming the door. I needed something in me! I jumped out of my jeans and panties, grabbed my vibe out of my nightstand, and shoved it in. Yes! Something! It wasn't Bryce, but it was something. It didn't have the need, the passion, the way he climbed into me through my pussy. It didn't look me in my eyes, it didn't whisper into my ear. I couldn't feel his mouth, his kiss. It didn't have hands to roam and caress my body. It didn't have his tongue inside of me. I pumped faster, harder. Willing it to transform into him, to be him. I wanted him. Here. Now. Fucking me. Hard and fast. Shoving his cock into me. Filling me. Using me like some little fuck hole. His hand twisted into my hair, pulling me into his kisses when all I wanted to do was scream. He wasn't there to suck on my breast, pull and play with my nipples the way I liked. Forcing his pleasure into me until I couldn't help but feel it. Ahhh. Ahhh. Yessss.... I panted, catching my breath. It was small, but it was enough. Just enough. I turned off my vibrator and tossed it to the side. It wasn't Bryce. And nothing less would ever truly satisfy me again. I wrapped myself in my sheets, imaging it was Bryce that was holding me, and drifted off thinking of his last words to me. "You're mine." ---- Alice The only thing duller than a psychology book is a history book. And both are subjects that I love. But they paled in comparison to what was just outside my door. Bryce's door. That led to Bryce's room. That led to Bryce's journals. That last though scared me. The last page I had read was stuck in my mind. The pure hatred that bled out of the pages. Tears began to water my eyes as I thought of that little boy who had written that. Lost in the shadow of his older siblings, siblings that should have been there for him, watched over him closer. I began to cry for him as he chose some sad path that I was sure I had never even known existed. I wiped my eyes, took a deep breath, and mustered up my courage. I was one of those siblings, and it wasn't too late to pull him back. I had to believe that. I had to believe that it wasn't too late for me to show my little brother that I loved him. I got off my bed and walked out of my room. As I opened his door, it jumped out at me immediately. It was the only thing that didn't belong. The only thing out of place. No, that's not right. It was the only thing in place. The only think in the room that should have belonged to an 18 year old boy. The only thing that said someone lived here. His backpack. It was sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed. Suddenly, my courage fled me, abandoned me. Bryce's backpack. This didn't belong to the little boy. It wasn't some artifact from the past. This was the here and now. Inside that bag I might find the clues to who that little boy became, where that dark path had led him. I thought of my own backpack in high school. Book covers with unicorns and hearts. Folders with my favorite bands and celebrity crushes. Small pockets filled with notes from friends and would-be boyfriends. Secret love letters that the world could never see between me and my older brother. Suddenly, it dawned on me. On how much I was invading his privacy, on how I was abusing it. Was I only interested in Bryce because of a school project? I had suddenly discovered my lost little brother, would I forget him as soon as I got an A? I could feel the tears starting to build again as I began to see my life from his point of view. For so many years I had been all about me and Adrian. I had left Bryce behind, and so had Adrian. We had been so wrapped up in our own struggles and our own love for each other that we forgot to share that love with Bryce. Our parents had been so blinded by our successes. And Bryce was left alone, struggling and forgotten. I looked at the backpack again, beginning to reconsider. Then I remembered his face when he came home drunk. "The fuck is wrong with you," he had said. He had a look of absolute bewilderment, as if the idea of his older sister helping him was completely foreign, alien even. That look held in my mind. No, Bryce wasn't going to just accept me and open up. I was going to have to force my way back into his life. I didn't even know I had closed the door, but it was good and locked now. And if I wanted back in, I was going to have to kick it down. My mind made up, I unzipped his backpack. Would you believe he didn't have one book cover? I went through his notebooks, and they were full of notes. Just notes. No little side letters or anything. I opened the smaller pocket in front. Only pens and a small mp3 player. Fuck! After spending 3 useless hours listening to his music selection, I was mentally exhausted. Three hours trying to make some small assumptions about my distant little brother, but he listened to everything. Rap, Pop, Rock, R&B, Classical, even some country tracks here and there. He literally listened to everything. Fast, slow, techno. Everything. Was there nothing to give me insight into this boy? I lived in the room across from him for years and I couldn't think of one thing I knew about him except that his favorite color was black and he hated his family. I went and put the mp3 player back into his backpack and decided to take care of some other business. At one in the afternoon, the school was just as busy as I remembered. Student aids roaming the halls, students skipping class trying to avoid them, assistant principals on search and destroy missions. Principal Walker had read and heartily approved of my speech. Our meeting ended an hour ago, I had spent my time visiting my favorite teachers, hoping to run into my little brother. But he was nowhere to be seen. ---- Bryce Fuck. I ducked behind the window in the door. Had she seen me? I peeked around and saw her still sitting and chatting away with my Calculus teacher. No. I was still safe. Fuck. What the hell was she doing here? Didn't this school have any security standards! I reached for my phone, but thought twice. I wasn't about to run, not from her. After all, we would be on the same campus next year. I was be bound to run into her eventually. I leaned against the wall. Fuck. I hate surprises. Maybe I should call Lynn. I smiled at that. A little afternoon delight wouldn't be too amiss. But no, I didn't want to get into that habit. Lynn would be only too willing to indulge me. Still, it was better I caught her than her catching me. Deep inside me, in places I hated to look at too closely, there was still some little boy that wanted to run to his older sister to hug and kiss his boo-boo's. But fuck that little boy. The rest of me wanted to slit his throat and call it mercy. Save him the pain when even that was taken away from him. NO! NO, no no!!!! I wasn't that boy! I refused to be! I was past that. Past them. Past all of it. I peeked in again, watching the students fawn over her as she helped answer questions. Mr. Richards was only too glad to have Alice 2.0 bless his classroom with her presence. It didn't matter though. None of it mattered. I walked past the door. That stupid little boy inside was hoping she'd see me and run out to hug me, but that man he'd grown up to be knew better. People like to think they're better than they are, but the truth is they're worse than they ever imagined. But not me. I'm exactly who I want to be. I breathed. It was the first time I had been able to take a real breath since seeing her. I walked past the door, uncaring, relaxed. She wouldn't chase me from here. She wouldn't chase me from myself. I had turned this place upside down and inside out where ever I was. I walked the hallways, head held high, proud. And not a single person dared to say anything to me. That was power. That was mine. That was something Adrian never had. ---- Alice I left the school partly disappointed. I had hoped to see Bryce busily taking notes as I surprised him in his class, or sitting beneath the shade of one of my favorite old pecan trees studying to be the next Dr. Oz as I sat down next to him. Still, I had managed to make dinner plans with Virginia. She was in my grade back when I attended school here, now she was the principal's secretary as she studied to be a teacher in her own right. I went home and soaked in my thoughts. When I had mentioned Bryce, she had tensed up. It was unnerving for someone who knew to look for it. It was a clear sign of fear. It was strange. And the restaurant she had chosen was upscale with a dress code. Expensive, too expensive on a secretary's salary. I poured myself a glass of wine, Mom considered herself an expert on good wines and whines. Thinking that soaking was a good idea, I ran a good hot bath and sank into the water. Virginia looked the way I felt when Bryce caught me in his closet. Worried. Scared. Almost terrified when his gaze focused in on me. I was too close to his journals. To foreign and unwelcome in his environment. What had she gotten too close to? Dinner was great. Then again, for $75 for a plate the size of my fist, it had better be the best chicken parmesan on the planet. And it was fun catching up with Virginia. We talked and chatted about what was going on with us for the last few years. She only had two more classes to take before she graduated and took the state licensing exam. And the school already had a job lined up for her when she was ready. Then she started in on me. I had to dodge a little bit when she asked me about my love life. "Yes, I'm seeing someone." That was true. "No, you don't know him." That was kind of true. I mean, can you really know anyone, really? "Oh, he's wonderful." That was definitely true. The real problem was she apparently still had Adrian on her radar and I had to work to keep my claws tucked in. "He's doing well, all business and everything. Oh, yes, he's seeing someone." I decided to change the subject. "So, how's my Bryce been doing?" "B-Bryce, oh, well, you know you Brunson's, right," she laughed. But it wasn't an honest laugh, she was nervous. "Well, where's he ranked in his class," I asked her. "12 last time I looked. Still in the top ten percent though." She started pushing things around on her plate, anything to keep from looking at me it seemed. "So, what are your career plans," she asked, changing the subject. "Well, I've still got a few more years of school to get through, but I'll probably try to join a practice in the city. Adrian," damn why did I bring him up again, "knows a few people out there he thinks can help me get started with internships and the like." She laughed, "Of course he does. Adonis always did look after you. So is he coming down for your speech at graduation?" "That and to see Bryce walk the stage." She looked up at me. "What do you mean?" I looked at her confused. What did she think I meant. What other stage could I possibly be talking about? "He's not walking. He turned in his notice today that he wouldn't be attending." "What?!" Suddenly, everyone turned to look at me. I lowered my voice back down, "Why would he do that?" "No idea, but- " "Don't accept it. He's walking. I guarantee it." I pulled out my wallet and laid the money for my part of the bill on the table. "I've gotta go, V. I'll call you later, okay." "W-Wait, don't tell him you heard it from me!" There it was again, that nervous fear in her voice. Her whole demeanor shifted. "What?" She was staring at me, eyes wide open. "You can't tell him I told you." "If you're worried about him telling the school on you..." "No, it's just that... Well, Bryce... Just, just don't tell him I told you, okay?" She couldn't even make complete sentences. "Okay, V. Don't worry. I won't tell him, I promise." As I stood outside Bryce's room, I was glad she had stopped me. It had made me think, instead of just reacting. I would have driven home like a bat out of hell and demanded he walk across that stage. I mean, how could I give a speech about my brother graduating if he wasn't even there?! But thinking like that was the reason I was on this side of a closed door feeling like I was about to invade some foreign country. I took a deep breath. This was about him. It was his graduation, and surely he had his own reasons. I needed to be understanding, willing to listen, and, maybe, hopefully, convincing. But understanding needed to come first. After I knocked on the door, I heard him moving around, and then the click of the lock. "What," he asked as he opened it. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Just a pair of silk pajama bottoms. His hair still kind of wet from the shower. Wow, apparently my little brother was a little buff. "Hey, can I come in? I think we need to talk." ---- Bryce What now? I looked her up and down. Wow. She was wearing a short black dress that hugged her breasts and hips, high-heeled black shoes, with her hair in some sort of curly sexy up-do. She looked good. Really good. I leaned against the door frame, "And what would we need to talk about?" "Can I come in?" Whatever perfume she was wearing was absolutely delicious. But then, this was Alice. She was always beautiful. Alice 2.0. The Beauty and the Brains. Did I really want her in my room, again? "If I say no?" "I'll keep bothering you. Mom and Dad will get involved. And Adrian will probably want to put in his two cents when he shows up." That was definitely unacceptable. "Fine." I stepped out of the way so she could come in, then closed the door behind her. What the hell could we have to talk about? Maybe she heard about the Jose incident. That wasn't really my fault though. If Jose would have just shut his damn mouth. But no, he had to keep talking shit, like he was the big dog around this town. He wasn't talking like that anymore, though. I still couldn't get that girl's face out of my mind. Maybe I shouldn't have cut her up so badly. But it was really Jose's fault. He dragged her into this lifestyle, not me. Too Far Gone Ch. 02 "Bryce, did you hear me?" Shit. Fuck. Alice. "Sorry, what were you saying?" I was too tired to be dealing with her bullshit tonight. I should have stayed over at Lynn's. "Why aren't you going to your own graduation?" I turned and looked at her, suddenly alert. So that's what this was about. But how did she know I wasn't going to walk. It was supposed to be my own surprise for her stupid speech. "Who told you?" "That doesn't matter, Bryce. I want to know why you don't want to walk." What the hell was going on here? First I find her snooping around in my room, now she's getting into my personal business. Then it clicked, it made sense. My little mouse in the office had turned into a rat. After all, I had just given notice today. It was looking like Virginia was going to have to learn to keep his fucking mouth shut. I paid her a lot of good money to keep my absences off the books and to keep quiet about it. But there were other ways to get things done as well. But why would she tell Alice though? Her fucking speech. It's probably pretty lame trying to give a speech at your little brother's graduation when he isn't there. I didn't care though. It wasn't my problem. This was just more Alice-styled bullshit. I didn't care what she thought, how it might make her look, or how she felt about it. I was already finished with this conversation before we'd even had it. But just having her here, in my room, in my space, was making it hard for me to keep my cool. "Because I'm done. Is that okay with you? I'm done being last. I'm done not fitting into this stupid fucking family. And I'm done trying!" It was like having alcohol poured over an open wound. As much as it hurt, I felt cleaner for it, sanitized. But she was still there. An open wound. In my room. On my bed. "Get out." "Bry-" "No. Fuck you, fuck Adrian, and fuck the 'rents. I'm done. It's just me. It's always been just me. And now that I'm starting to be okay with that, you want to come around and fuck it up. Get the fuck out." She sat there, still stunned I think from my own soul cleansing. When she finally did start to get up she moved slowly, dazed, walking to the door. As she closed it she stopped. "You know, you're right. There is too little of you in our family, and that's probably our fault, I'll admit that. Adrian and I both should have done a better job of not letting you drift so far from us. And I'm sorry for that." She turned and looked me straight in my eyes. "But I'm reaching out. You're the one that's letting it go on now." With that, she closed the door. I sat down on my bed. She disappeared from my sight and left me, and I was once again locked into my world. Except, now, I was the one with the keys. Trapped with myself, I thought, "You might be right, Alice. But I've come too far now." ---- Alice Progress is a slow process. Believe it or not, building a brand new relationship is much easier than fixing one. Building starts from the very beginning, but fixing... You're trying to reset to a preferable point that both parties agree to. And, unfortunately, I had no idea where my little brother wanted to reset to. But that night had been cleansing for both of us. I admitted my fault. And I apologized. But I was the one with the outstretched hand now. Bryce wasn't willing to take it yet, but he was looking at it. At least, I hoped he was. Sometimes, I think he was afraid I would snatch it away if he reached out. Had I done that? Honestly, I had be so wrapped up in me and Adrian for so long I wasn't sure. Was there some point in time where he had reached for me and I pulled back? It didn't matter. Well, it mattered, since it mattered to him, but I was here now. Offering that hand again. I knew it would take him some time to take it, but I was willing to be patient. And there were signs that morning that something had gotten through. Bryce actually had breakfast with me. Granted, it was just a bowl of cereal, but he had actually sat down at the table and eaten in the same room as me. And that hadn't happened since I'd been home. He didn't talk or say anything, but it was a start. Not that I was all that conversational either. After last night, I wasn't sure where we stood with each other. And I was tired. I had barely slept. Sometimes hope is a horrible thing. I had gone to my room, laid my psych book out, opened it up to some random page, and waited, hoping, that Bryce would knock on my door. But he hadn't come, no one had knocked, and my hoped died a little more last night. As Nietzsche said, "Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torment of man." Still though, hope springs eternal. And I had witnessed that as I sat down my spoon and just looked at him, drinking him in. There was nothing really defining about Bryce. Dark eyes, black hair, manly face. Put him in a crowd, and no one would point him out. But there was something hurt and honest and real behind that bland look he kept painted on. I had read it, I had caught a flash of it, and, maybe, hopefully, I had even broken through a little bit. I didn't say anything. I just looked at him. He glanced up at me from his cereal and I smiled. "What?" "Nothing," I said. He looked at me strangely, then sat his spoon down, picked up the bowl, and gulped down the leftover milk. In a matter of seconds, without even a goodbye or second glance, he had grabbed his backpack and was out the door. Still, for the first time in I can't even remember how long, I had breakfast with my little brother. Progress. I remember complaining to one of my professors when I was a freshman. He told me, "If you take two steps forward and one step back, you're still better off than if you had never moved at all." Progress. It was time to take a step back. I went into Bryce's room, found his little hidey-hole, and grabbed a journal. If I had his system right, this one was from when he was a freshman. I opened it and flipped through the pages. I saw a couple of black pages, but that's not what really caught my attention. Unlike the others, this one had drawing and pieces of memorabilia inside it, all taped or glued down. The one that worried me the most was his student ID. He had scratched out his own eyes. I shook my head. I was sure that wasn't a good sign, but I needed to look it up in my psych book. I had just found a black page when I heard the door closing. I shoved the book back in into its hidey-hole and walked out into the hallway. Bryce was just turning down it from the other side. "Hey, I was just looking for you," I said. "Why," he frowned. Why indeed, I thought to myself. "Because I haven't gotten to spend any time with my little brother. And I wanted to get you to go to the mall with me, I need to buy a dress for your graduation." "I'm not walking, so that doesn't really concern me." Wow, that was kind of formal, I thought. "Well, I was hoping you would change your mind on that and give the family a chance to celebrate your success." He snorted and started to walk by me before I grabbed his arm to stop him. Okay, time to bring out the big guns, I thought to myself. It was time for Big Eyes. "Either way, I need a dress for my speech and I'd like to spend some time with you." I put all I could into my eyes. These were the eyes that had gotten me my brother, gotten my father to by me a new car, and gotten me out of more curfew snafus than I could count. He sighed, "Fine. Can I set my things down first?" "Sure," I smiled. Once again, I have proven the power of my feminine wiles and the authority a woman has inside her family. Big Eyes 15, male family members 0. It was a quiet ride to the mall. I had turned down the radio, thinking we would talk, but Bryce was pretty monosyllabic. "So, how was school?" "Fine." "Did anything interesting happen?" "No." "Have you picked out a college yet?" "Meh." He didn't even look at me. The whole ride he just stared out the window, his body was oriented completely away from me. I gave in and turned the radio up. Well, that's okay, this was a shopping expedition and I had Adrian's credit card, and that meant I could drag it out as long as I wanted to. Plus, it was just Bryce and me. Plenty of time to wear him down. If I didn't wear him out first. ---- Bryce How the hell did I end up here? I sit down on one of the chairs the shoe store graciously provided for the male companions of its female cliental. Thank God for chairs. Stable, firm, reassuring chairs. She had marched me around this damn building a full three times before she even tried on a shoe. And why the hell was she trying on shoes? I remember being dragged along to find a dress! But, of course, "the shoes need to match the dress and the only way to make sure of that is to get them both at the same time, silly." And she had the nerve to smile while she said it. They called this thing a mall, but it was really some evil temple dedicated to the diabolical torture of all men. "So, what do you think about these." "They're fine." And they were. All fifty thousand times she had asked. "Bryce. You didn't even look." I sighed and looked down. I was right. They were fine. Very fine. A blue open toed stiletto that showed off her rose painted little toes and the 4" heel led gracefully up to the very... graceful curve of her calf, which led to a very... graceful thigh... which led... Nope. Its Alice, I reminded myself. Everything was graceful and cute and 2. fucking 0. Alice 2.0. The Beauty and the Brain. "Their fine." "You really think so?" "Yeah." "Me too. Okay, I'm getting them." I sighed as she took them off, and watched with disbelief as she walked up to the register. Now she had the blue pair, the red pair, the black pair, the purple pair, and the violet pair that looked just like the purple pair except for that fact that she and the salesman both assured me it was a completely different color. Why in the hell did the mall even have this many shoe places? And when the hell was she going to by a damn dress!? "Ready," she asked. She looked all innocent and nice but this was clearly some kind of punishment. This went beyond simple family issues. This was clearly some sort of female-male warfare strategy because I wasn't the only one here. I had seen plenty of other men in my situation today. At least I only had six bags. One bag for each pair of shoes. Although I wasn't sure what the sixth bag was for, but I was pretty sure whatever it was, it was only there to balance me out. "Can we-" "Oh, look at this!" She shuffle/ran over to a rack and pulled out a pink dress. "Come on, I've got to try this on. Excuse me," where the hell did this random saleswoman come from, "where are the dressing rooms?" "Right over there, ma'am." I sighed as she went in and the door closed behind her. At least I had another chair. But it was pink. Which probably meant she needed another pair of shoes. She came out looking gorgeous. Yeah, she was definitely going to need pink shoes. She did a quick spin. "So..." "It's fine," I said. She studied it in the mirror. "I'm not sure it's quite the right color to be considered formal though. What color are you wearing?" "Black." "I think I'll want to match. After all, it's your day. It wouldn't do to outshine, right?" "Right. Wait! I'm not going to be there so it doesn't really matter," I said. I think I said it firmly, but I was pretty damn tired. All she did was smile at me. It was sympathetic and pitying. "So, are you seeing anyone," she asked as she walked towards the dressing room. "Bryce," she half-shouted, "we're supposed to be spending time together." "We're both here at the same time. There you go." "Come on, Bryce. This works both ways." I sighed, remembering our last conversation. "Okay. Both ways. As long as you give as much as I do. Are you seeing someone?" ---- Alice Shit. I kicked myself when I realized what the next question was after that one. 'Who?' And that was the last question I wanted to answer. Then again, I couldn't give up now. He had just decided to reach his own hand out a little bit. If I pulled back now, he might never do it again. "Yes, I'm seeing someone." "So am I." "Boy or girl." "I'm not gay, you?" "Obviously not. Your shopping skills suck," I said. "You haven't given." "Hetero. Are you happy?" "Why wouldn't I be?" I tied my laces up and walked out of the dressing room. "That's not an answer. Come on bro, give and take." "I'm as happy as I'm allowed to be. Are you happy?" "Yes and no. I was really happy, then I got a class assignment that made me realize I wasn't nearly as close to my little brother as I thought I was. I found out that I wasn't involved in his life in any real way, and I'm not happy about that at all. Plus, I don't think he really likes me much." I stopped and looked over at him. "But I'm working on it." He looked at me, a little shocked at my confession. We walked on in silence for a few minutes as he absorbed what I had told him. "He likes you; he just doesn't trust you." I turned into a dress shop as I thought about that. So he likes me, but he doesn't trust me. Sure, it would be a challenge, but I was determined. I was hell bent on being a positive force in my little brother's life. I browsed through a couple of dresses quietly before I continued. "So what are your college plans?" "Not answering. I already know your college plans, you're already there. There's no give and take there." I held up a sleek black dress, "What do you think of this?" "It's fine." I sighed. I sighed deeply. "Our next bonding experience will not include any shopping," I said as I headed towards the dressing room. I really liked this one. I hoped it fit. I danced out of my jeans. "So, do you already have a suit?" "Also a question where you're already living your answer," I heard from the other side of the door. "We both are." I smiled. It was almost like we were playing a game. "Okay, favorite color then." "I'm guessing that's a question on this class assignment?" "Yeah, plus I want to know." "You've been in my closet." "So black then." "Yep. You?" "All of them. I enjoy the entire spectrum from white to black to pink and blue. If I had to choose though, I'd say tan. I find earth tones relaxing. Why black?" "It's one of the pure, absolute, and perfect." "Black is a lack of color or light. How is that pure?" "Because it's a complete void. Perfection is when there is nothing left to take away." I walked out the door and turned around. "Do you mind?" I heard his footsteps as he walked over and zipped up the back of the dress for me. Looking in the mirror, it was kind of strange, like a life statement. Here I was, looking great, and I did. The dress was beautiful, and with the right shoes and a little make up, I'd look even better. And there was my brother, in the mirror, barely visible behind me. And then I thought of something. I went and grabbed my phone from my purse. "Hey, come here." I grabbed him and pulled him next to me and took a quick picture of us in the mirror. I looked at the result. "You didn't smile." "I never smile." "Could you smile for me? Just this once?" "Only if you don't smile." I looked at him. What a strange request. "Give and take, remember?" "Then I want multiple pictures. We have one with me smiling and you not. Now, we need one with you smiling and me not, then one with both of us smiling, and then one with neither of us smiling. That would make us completely even." "I'm pretty sure that one more picture of me smiling and you not smiling would be even." "Yeah, but I need more pictures of us anyway. So smile!" I held up the camera and took another snapshot. This time we were both smiling. "Looks like we still need two more pictures," I said as I sat the phone down. "How do I look?" "Fine." "Is that your only answer?" "Yep," he said as he walked back to the chair. "Kay, then. I'm getting it." I went and changed clothes and then dragged him to the cashier. "Are we done? You have a dress now, and more shoes than necessary." "I guess. Come on, let's get something to eat." ---- Lynn What the fuck?! I come to the mall for a little shopping therapy and I find my boyfriend having lunch with his bitch-sister that he hates. Come on! What the fuck is this shit?! Bryce "Yce" Brunson is in the mall having lunch with Alice 2.0. How is that even possible? I needed to get in there. "Hey Bryce," I said as I walked over and gave him a hug. I could feel his body tense up beneath me before he realized who I was. "Hey, sweetheart. Lynn, this is my sister, Alice. Alice, this is my girlfriend, Lynn." I saw the instant recognition in her eyes and wondered if she understood that we were mortal enemies. I had definite plans for Bryce, and they had nothing whatsoever to do with 2.0. "Hey, Lynn! Long time, no see. Do you want to join us?" "Sure," I said. "So what are you two doing here?" "I needed to do a little shopping for my little brother's graduation." I hated her. I hated her all over again. That stupid, pretty smile. That wonderful figure. The beautiful, gentle, singsong tone of her voice. I hated how fucking perfect she had the Goddamn nerve to be. "Oh, I thought you had decided not to walk, sweetie," I said to Bryce. "I'm still thinking about it." There was enough hesitation in his voice that I knew that he knew that I wasn't happy about that. It wasn't so much about him walking or not walking. It was more the fact that someone else, that wasn't me, apparently had the power to influence his decisions. "Well, I guess I need to buy a dress, then." "Oh! Maybe we can help you out? We just finished the mythical hunt for the perfect dress. It does exist," she laughed. Of course it exist. Alice was always perfect. Perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect life. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Except for her little brother. He wasn't perfect enough to fit into their perfect family. And now that I had taken him for myself, like some little kid, she suddenly wanted her toy back. Well fuck that. I had full ownership to all the rights for Bryce. He was mine, and I wasn't going to be giving him up to anyone. I had spent years working on him. Research and development, testing, advertising. And I was fully invested in Bryce Inc. So no, Alice. You cannot have him. You cannot take him back. You cannot ruin everything I worked for. I am fully willing to fight you to the fucking grave before I give him up. "That would be great! Just great," I replied. "Cool, let me throw this away and we can take a look around." I am a woman. A very fashionable woman. A woman determined to wear only what I like and disdain all else. And that stupid, little bitch ran me into the ground. She dragged me in and out of stores, talking all the time, forcing some fake friendship onto me until I finally surrendered and bought a dress and a pair of shoes and a necklace and a bracelet and a pair of earrings. I bought all of that, well, I made Bryce pay for all of that, just to make it end. And poor Bryce. He looked so worn out. Physically and mentally. I might have been mad at him when this whole thing started, but, by the end, I just felt sorry for him. And the whole time she just kept talking. To me, to Bryce, to salespeople. Reminiscing about our days in high school theater. Asking about our relationship. What were my plans? She even got me to promise to sit with the rest of their family during the graduation ceremony. How did that happen? I came to the mall to waste some time, thinking to get something sexy for Bryce's "skip graduation" party, and I ended up with a politely attractive outfit for the exact graduation he was supposed to be skipping. Too Far Gone Ch. 02 As I finally drove home, alone, I could see my whole plan beginning to crumble. Bryce was supposed to be the enforcer for our gang that terrified everyone else in the city. Then we would go off to college together, graduate, he'd get a law degree, have two kids, and he would make sure no one in our crew ever went to jail. And that was supposed to be our life. Blissfully on the edge of the drug game, while still receiving all the benefits of it. And then there was Alice. Gently trying to pull him back into her own picture of what he should be, instead of accepting him for who he was. She was going to pull him back, and break him, and hurt him until he couldn't even see the person he was supposed to be anymore. I had saved Bryce. And, sure, it may not have been the best future, but it was ours. It was something he would be good at, something he would learn to enjoy, and something I would accept him for. I may not have carried him into the light, but he wasn't trapped alone in some dark hole anymore. ---- Alice Bryce had gone out, saying he needed to check in on Lynn. I wondered why a phone call wouldn't be could enough, but that wasn't any of my business. Our parents were staying at a friend's house. They had apparently decided to party a little too hard. And after a double-shopping extravaganza, I was dead tired. Today had been a good day. I had made taken a major step towards fixing my relationship with Bryce. It was really just a first step, but it was a step in the right direction. And after a double shopping extravaganza, I decided I deserved the right to treat myself a little bit. After a wonderful bubble bath, locking my door, and making the half-conscious decision to sleep nude, I closed my eyes and drifted off. Something felt really nice. Really, REALLY NICE. I was still half asleep when I reached down underneath the covers. Oh yes. Right there. My hands creeped down towards my pussy until I could feel the short, trimmed hairs on my head. My head? Suddenly, I sat up and threw the covers off the bed. And there he was. A smile in his eyes as tongue slid into me. I fell back onto the bed, smiling in pleasure and surprise as Adrian's tongue continued to explore into me. I grabbed his head and pulled him up my body. "What are you doing here," I smiled at him. "Well, I was giving my girlfriend surprise sex, right now I'm talking to her, but I'd really like to get back to the surprise sex though." He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth, tasting of Coca Cola and me, and ending the question and answer round of the night. I realized I didn't really care how this was happening. I just wanted it to be real and not some sexy wet dream. I moaned into his mouth as his cock slid into me, all the way to the base in one smooth stride. He kept the tempo slow and steady. I could hear the sounds of his balls slapping against my ass as he slid back and forth, in and out of me. This wasn't intercourse or love making. It was sex. It was just good, fun sex. Good fun sex with my sexy brother, who had his hand on my tit while he slammed his cock in and out of my pussy. As he pumped himself into me, I could feel our bodies, our souls, reconnecting, melding, and rebuilding us. This was the reaffirmation of our relationship. It was the two of us, reclaiming each other as more than just siblings. We were lovers. I looked into Adrian's eyes, the love of my life. He pulled away from our kiss. "God I've missed you," he smiled down at me. "I love you, you know?" "Really, maybe you should show me," he said playfully. In one swift motion, he grabbed me and rolled us on the bed until he was on his back and I was suddenly on top of him. I looked down at his stupid smile and laughed as I began to ride him. It was wonderful. The feeling of him inside me, underneath me. Really, just having him there was a soothing, calming balm for me. I felt like myself again. As I rode Adrian's cock, all the stress and worries from the past few day just washed away. As I felt my orgasm creeping up on me, I started speeding up until I was literally bouncing up and down on my brother's cock. Adrian pulled me down to him and as he kissed me, the flood gates broke. I screamed out as that wonderful feeling coursed through my body. In the middle of my own orgasm, I felt Adrian's cum shooting off inside me. I could feel his cock flexing and pumping against my walls. I fell down onto his chest, his cock still throbbing inside of me, our sweat soaked skin cooling in the air. "Yeah, you definitely love me," he said. ---- Lynn "Yes! Yes! Fuck YES," I screamed as Bryce pound into me. Bryce came over right after I had gotten home. I'm woman enough to admit that I was worried. Bryce had always had this sort of connection to Alice, almost a need really. He was always looking for her approval. He had done well enough that he didn't even need to show up for his finals next week, but I didn't know if that was because he wanted to, because of my plans for us, or because of his sister. Still, the whole gang thing... Bryce was one of the smartest, most feared bangers in the city, but if Alice was around, if he was looking for her to approve of his lifestyle... He put on a good front, pretending he doesn't care what she thinks. He even has himself convinced of it. But I know Bryce. He can be a monster when he wants to be, but he's still his sister's little brother. I was surprised when I heard the knock on the door. As soon as I closed the door behind him he was on me. His arms wrapped around me, his hands smoothly slipping under my skirt to manhandle my ass. His lips found my and his tongue quickly slipped into my mouth as he pressed me back against the door. I could feel his hard cock grinding against me through his slacks. Suddenly we were moving in whatever random direction Bryce had set our course on. I couldn't pay any attention to that though, all I could focus on was the feel of his hands as they slipped underneath the hem of my panties. The tips of his fingers at the edge of my lips. Tantalizingly close to doing something wonderful, but still too far from anything good! We fell onto the couch. Well, I fell onto the couch. Bryce went straight down to his knees. He pulled my panties down and off and spread my legs. Without giving me even a moment to breath, his tongue was inside of me. Reaching and hitting all of the right places. And moving on from one spot to the next far quicker than I would have liked. As soon as I was really enjoying something he was seemed to be off on his next adventure. It was like he was stoking a fire without adding any wood. "There! THERE," I screamed at him as I grabbed his head, holding him in place, pulling him deeper into me. Trying to will his tongue into my service. I could feel him smiling as he completely abandoned me. But I didn't even get the chance to vent my frustration. Just as quickly as his tongue was out of me, he had slid two fingers inside of me and his mouth had latched onto my clit. As his mouth worked my pussy from the outside, his fingers touched, tapped, and massaged me from the inside. And just like that, in a matter of seconds, I was done. Finished. The war was over and I surrendered. I came. I right there. Right on the couch, in the palm of his hand. It was a small, quick orgasm. But it was good. Deliciously good. I surfed the entirety of that pleasure as it coursed its way through my body until it finally broke. I rode it all the way to the end. When it was finally over, I opened my eyes to find Bryce's hard cock right in front of my face. He grabbed my hair and, in an instant, his cock was in my mouth. I started sucking out of pure reaction. But he didn't just stop there. Each time he pulled me to him, he went right back into my mouth. Going a little deeper each time. And in just a few strokes he was slipping into the back of my throat. God! I could taste him. His skin. His sweat. His precum. As he slipped into my throat, I could taste every inch of his cock. He had struck hard and fast. He had invaded, fought, and he had won. He had conquered. I wasn't sucking his dick. He was fucking my face. I could barely breathe. I put my hands on his thighs and stiffened up, finally stopping just long enough to get half of my lungs filled with something besides his hard cock. Then he showed me that just because I had stopped myself, didn't mean I had stopped him. His hips started thrusting, shoving his dick even deeper into my throat, down my mouth, until I was literally choking on him. I pushed against his thigh, not trying to make him stop, just to slow down. But he didn't. If anything, he went even faster. His dick was literally pounding in and out of my mouth. I could hear the sound of him colliding with me echoing off the back of my skull. On the edge of my lips one second, and halfway down my throat the next. I looked up at him, letting my eyes beg for me. To my surprise, he was right there. His eyes locked with mine. He suddenly stopped and I felt his dick slowly slide over my tongue as his cock slip past my lips. He pulled me up, and, with barely a second to catch my breath, his lips were on mine and he was kissing me just a fiercely as he had at the door. With his arms around me and my puny skirt barely defending my pussy from his cock, his kiss gave me more than I deserved. As our tongues danced, first in my mouth, then in his, back and forth, both of us refusing to let it end, his hands didn't just grip my ass; they took hold of me. Bryce grabbed my thighs and lifted me up. I felt my feet quickly lift off the ground, but I wasn't worried at all. I was in good hands. With my ankles locked behind his back, and our lips still locked together, I moaned into his mouth as Bryce slowly settled me onto his cock, sliding into me with ease. "Oh God, Bryce! Take me! Fuck me!" I didn't wait for an answer. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and began guerilla warfare on his mouth. He started then. Lifting and lowering, raising and dropping me onto his cock. He tried to stop for a second, but I wouldn't let him. I ground my pussy into him, feeling his cock shift inside of me with each movement. I felt him lean me against a wall. Finally, out of the pure need to breathe, I broke our kiss and leaned back. And he fucked me. Against the wall, between a picture of my mother and my brother, Bryce fucked me until I didn't care whose picture was on the wall. Then the wall disappeared and I was falling onto his dick again. Each step and lift and drop seemed to make him go deeper and deeper into me. He seemed to be hitting every spot he was supposed to. He was hitting every spot I had, and one or two we were both just finding out about. As he laid me down on the bed, I recognized my bedspread. When had we gotten to my room? His cock slid out of me and his tongue slid in. But I was disappointed. It was like watching the Super Bowl when you already knew the winner. "Please, please! Give me what I want!" "And what do you want," he whispered from between my legs. "Your cock, you, everything!" His body slid against mine as he came up and kissed me. I could taste myself on him. "Greedy girl," he said as his dick slid back into my pussy where it belonged. It wasn't the same pace though. He was grinding into me now. Patiently. Methodically. Strategically hitting ever spot he knew about. He nibbled on my neck. His hands caressed my breasts. Teasing and manipulating the nipple on one breast, while he squeezed and caressed the other. With my legs thrown over his shoulders, I endured, enjoyed, and reveled in the attention, the sensations that ran rampant through my body. He pushed and pulled, shoved and shifted. Hitting one spot, then attacking my pussy from a whole new angle. He wasn't pushing me towards my moment anymore. He was guiding me there. He had made his girlfriend cum on his hand, face fucked his slut, but, now, he was making love to the love of his life. And that thought, that knowledge, the look in his eyes as he concentrated on my pleasure, pushed me over the edge. I came. I came hard. The wave broke over me again and again. As my pussy tightened around him, I felt him cum with me. We were both riding the same wave, together. Barely able to move, feeling our combined juices dripping out me, I turned inside of his arms and looked into his eyes. "I love you, Bryce." He kissed me as his arms closed around me, pulling me into him. "I love you to, babe." I laid in the bed, Bryce's arms wrapped around me, and I wanted to laugh. Here I was, all worried about Alice, but what did I need to worry about? Ownership is nine tenths of the law. And I had Bryce. And he loved me. I didn't need to worry about anything. I should have just told him what I was worried about and unleashed him. Bryce would deal with it. As I laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, I was certain of that. Even if he had to make it rain blood, Bryce would make sure I stayed in the sunshine. All I needed to do was make sure there was a dry spot for him to lay his head on. I had to giggle at that. I could smell my juices all over him: his face, his chest, his cock. He was literally covered in my wetness. And here I was talking about dry spots. ---- Bryce I sat in my car, parked on the curb, looking at the black SUV parked in the driveway. Adrian. ---- Alice Bryce didn't come home last night. Neither did Mom and Dad. My head on his chest, I looked up at Adrian and counted myself lucky. How the hell were we supposed to explain this? Him and I naked in my childhood bed? That being said though, and with Adrian sound asleep and Bryce not home, it seemed like a good time to do some snooping. I got up and quietly fished my robe out of my suitcase. After closing my door and sneaking over into Bryce's room, I pulled out one of his journals and flipped to the closest black page I could find. That little bitch. Well, it's official now. I've a member 6FC. I'm a gang banger. I didn't get jumped in or anything. You know that wasn't about to happen. But Kason was talking about snitching on D. He had found out where he was hiding his stash. Kason though if he snitched he could get out of some other bullshit he had going on. But D is Lynn's brother, and there was no way I could just let that shit go down. The thing is, I thought it would be harder. I mean, I've known with Kase since middle school, and me and Lynn just met. But it wasn't. It wasn't hard at all. It was like, once I had decided to do it, I just did it. And I kept doing it. He didn't even see me coming. I just kept punching and punching him. Over and over. And I enjoyed it. It scares me a little; how much I enjoyed it. After I saw that first little bit of blood, something in me just... I don't know. But it wasn't enough. I wasn't even mad about him snitching anymore. It was like, how dare he be bleeding! How crazy is that? Am I crazy? Any why is it that one broken nose, broken eye socket, and five missing teeth later, is that the only thing I'm worried about? He was so surprised that he couldn't even fight back, and I just kept punching him. How could I be mad that he was bleeding? But I was, I'm still mad about it honestly. He completely ruined my shirt. His blood is all over it. I thought about putting a piece of it in here, but that's not the real issue. I'm not me anymore, at least not the "me" I was yesterday. That person is gone, dead and buried. Because I liked it. I like the violence. I like the blood. I liked the screams. I like hurting him. It was cruel and vicious and bloody and if Johnny hadn't pulled me off, I'd still be punching his face in right now. I didn't just like it. I loved it. And it's like there's something in me that's just been freed. I caused him more pain than he's ever felt, but I could have done so much more! And I want to! I want to make him suffer. We were friends for years, and the best thing he ever did for me was suffer. That was it. That was the end of the entry. I went and put the journal back where it belonged and went to my room. Oh my God. I was going to be sick. I put the journal back in its place before I could throw up in it. Scared. Confused. Lost. I was feeling all of those things and more, all at the same time. How was I supposed to reconcile the little boy who I use to hold in my arms, who I use to help Mom feed when he was a baby, who I taught how to write his name? How was I supposed to make that little boy grow up into the monster I just read about? And how was I supposed to be okay with being part of the reason he turned into that? Because I realized I didn't have that many memories of the years between. Not of Bryce. He was just this presence in the background of our lives. And then, suddenly, he's this monster. That's not supposed to happen. That wasn't supposed to be his life. This isn't the way things were supposed to turn out! Bryce, Adrian, and I were all supposed to go to the same college, lead wonderful careers, get married, and come home each Christmas with children for our parents to spoil and pamper. Instead, Adrian and I were in a secret, forbidden relationship, and Bryce was some terrible monster lurking in the night. And I wasn't crying. How could I? Because no one cries for the monsters. But this monster was my baby brother. How could I not cry? I sat back on the floor, leaning against his bed. I knew that gang. Lynn's older brother had started it. Did she get him into this? I couldn't change what he had done, and I couldn't judge him for it. But I was sure of one thing. This was not my little brother. This wasn't the guy who had gone shopping with his sister yesterday. This person was someone else, and I didn't like him. I wanted my little brother back, and I was willing to fight to get him. Where you wondering about the penguin? It's right here. It is hooked up to a dastardly diabolical device that drains its awesome powers of awesomeness every time you don't either vote or comment. Look at it, look at its little penguin tux. And all you have to do is comment... and vote... Seriously though, thanks to everyone who kept reading and commenting and voting and keeping me working on this. Loves to you. Shaide Too Far Gone Ch. 03 Okay!! It is finally here!! Chapter 3!! Notice three sets of three exclamation marks. Ha!! So, not going to lie. I want to thank everyone who commented, voted, emailed, and stayed on me to finish this up. Some people had some serious ideas about the way the story should go and how some characters should develop. Some I agreed with, some I was like "REALLY?!" But how about we get to the story and see how it went? I'm really looking forward to it. --Shaide-- ***** Lynn As I laid on his chest, I listened to his breathing, feeling the warmth of him as the cool air from the fan flowed over us. Things were about to get bad. I knew that. Bryce was never worse than when Adonis was around. D was going to love this. The streets were going to go crazy. First Alice rolls into town, and now Adonis. Bryce was going to be hell on wheels. "I'm not just some Adonis stand in for you, right?" "Wow, that was sudden," I said. "Where'd that come from?" "I know you use to be into him. All the girls were into him. So am I?" "Of course not. Like Adonis could be half the man you are. I mean come on, you're the only man for me. Who else knows me like you do? You're sweet, hardcore, and I love you." I reached up and turned his face towards me. "I love you," I repeated as I kissed him. "You." As he looked into my eyes, I made sure he understood that I meant what I was saying. "I love you, too," he said. I laid my head back down on his chest, listening to him breath, feeling him relax, if only just a little. As sexy as Adonis is, I hated how he made Bryce feel. Alice always made him question himself, the life he had chosen. But Adonis was the reason he chose it. Adonis was the reason that he was in my bed right now. Bryce was a good guy. He could have been on the debate team, dating some little bookworm, and sitting in the bleachers for the football games. Instead, he was shaking down gangsters, beating down thugs, and making sure those football players paid for their drugs. And sure, I shouldn't complain, but I did love him. And I wanted what was best for him. I just refused to let him have that without me. No one else was going to love him like I did. No one else was going to understand him. "You know, you could just move in. Stay here until graduation. I mean, you spend most of your nights here anyway. It's not like your parents are going to say anything." "You'd like that, wouldn't you," I could hear him smiling. "I bet you'd even charge me rent." I snaked my hand down under the covers and ran my fingernails over his cock, "Oh, I'd charge you alright." I wrapped my hand around him and started stroking him, feeling him harden in my hand. "Light bill, gas bill, water bill." I ran my thumb under the helmet of his dick. "Hmm, I hope you can afford all that. Internet, phone," I started going faster. "Hmm, can you pay up? Renter's insurance, taxes, furnishings. Plus I have to feed you too. That's gotta be worth something, right?" "B-but you suck at cooking," he stammered. "I suck other things too," I smiled. Still stoking him, I slid down his body. His dick was nice and hard as I slid him past my lips, my tongue playing along the underside of his cock as I began to fondle his balls. "Oh shit," he moaned. I took him as deep as I could. When he reached the back of my throat, I paused, took a breath, and swallowed. "Oh God," he moaned as my throat started working against him. I kept him there as long as I could before I pulled back. I started jacking him off again. "Did you like that? Do you like how good I suck?" I lifted his cock up and started to suck on his balls. One at a time, getting them nice and wet. I went back to sucking him off as I played with his balls. His hand found its way to the back of my head, trying to push himself deeper into me. I didn't let him though. There was something about being in control of his orgasm, of him needing me, that drove me crazy. My own hand slid down to my pussy and started playing with my clit. I pulled back until only the head of his dick was in my mouth and started to twirl my tongue around it. Then I pulled him out and started to jack him off again. "Come on Yce, time to pay up. Can you afford it? Huh?" God, he was so hard and hot, and I had him in the palm of my hand. "Come on Yce. Give me what you owe me." I took back into my mouth and as soon as I did, his hands pulled me down, forcing his cock into my throat as he finally burst. I let him take control as his seed splashed against my throat. He closed his eyes and fell back onto the bed as his orgasm finally finished with him. I slid up his body until he was face to face with my pussy. "That should take care of the light bill, but I think you need to eat some of this home cooking," I smiled down at him. That's what most girls don't understand about men. They aren't really horn dogs. Sex is how they express their intimacy. Bryce was feeling lonely, replaceable. Sliding his tongue into my pussy was how I let him know that he was the man for me. My hands on his head, his on my ass, my juices flowing into his mouth, I showed him how much I loved him. Alice It was always awkward when we were both at home. The man of my dreams, my soulmate, my lover, was sleeping down the hall from me. Because we were both certain that our parents would have some serious things to say about their son having sex with their daughter. We had the usual argument as well. Adrian was tired of hiding, had been tired of it for a long time. I had to make him go to his own room this time. Who knew when Mom and Dad would come home, or, God forbid, Bryce? Adrian didn't care. He was all for it. I loved him, but Adrian had a grossly inflated view of his own abilities. He was sure he could bring anyone around to his point of view. And eventually, sure, we would have to tell our family about our relationship. But I wanted to be able to control that situation. I did not need to have Dad walking in my room to the soundtrack Adrian had me singing while he ate me out to my third orgasm. I got up and started heading towards the bathroom. Of course, Bryce didn't come home. That boy had way too much freedom. I mean, he may be 18 and all, but he was still living under our parent's roof. Why were they allowing this kind of behavior? Then again, they didn't come home either. As I brushed my teeth, I thought about that. About the relationship between Bryce and our parents. As much as it hurt me to admit it, they had failed him as parents. They held me and Adrian up as their glorious, golden success, but then they had shoved Bryce into the closet. I mean, my first night back, he completely skipped out of a family dinner. And not coming home at night? Adrian and I were home by 10, on graduation night! And he was in a gang! All their success with us was negated by their absolute failure with him. The worse part was, they had allowed his big brother and sister to leave him behind. That wasn't totally their fault, but they had to have seen what was happening. They had to have known. And they had let it happen anyway. I'm sure part of me, some part that I'm not too proud of, was happy to have someone else to share the blame with, but that didn't mean that there wasn't plenty of blame to go around. Even Adrian had a dose or two that he needed to swallow. I was doing my part, at least, when I could. I was working on it, trying to insert myself back into Bryce's life. But I needed to make the rest of my family step up to the plate. I had studied criminal psychology a little bit. Gangs inserted themselves where the family left gaps. It was like a weed, filling in the space and then starving everything else out. I wouldn't let that happen though. I wouldn't let Bryce starve. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Teeth brushed, face washed, shower taken, hair combed, and female things that all women do but of which we never speak were taken care of. The one bad thing about being home. Comfort was no longer the top of my list when lounging around, sensibility was. Adrian's t-shirt and no panties were not going to work for Dad. I sighed as I got dressed. Jeans and panties and a bra were necessities, not options in my parents' home, for the first time I missed my dorm life. As I walked into the kitchen, I developed a sudden deep hatred for men and their double standards. Adrian sat, happy, content, and oblivious, in front of the TV. Pajama bottoms, no shirt, no shoes, hair everywhere, eating his bowl of cereal. I knew he wouldn't really get much more dressed than that. He'd trade the pajama bottoms in for a pair of sweat pants and throw on a t-shirt. "Morning," he said as he looked up. "Morning," jealously seething through my casual response. I went and fixed my own bowl of cereal and sat down next to him. Feminism aside, it was time to get to work. "So, what do you have planned today?" "Some of the boys from the old team wanted to get together. Play some ball, have some drinks, you know, the usual." "That sounds nice," I said, nonchalantly. "Maybe you should invite Bryce along." I saw him flinch from the corner of my eye. What was that about? "Yeah, I don't think that football is really his thing." "Things change Adrian. Besides, you should spend a little one-on-one time with the grad in the family. He is the reason we came into town. Right?" I heard him sigh into his cereal bowl and resign himself to his fate. "Yeah, but-" "No but's Adrian. He's your little brother. It's his graduation. Spend some time with him, it won't kill you." He sighed again. "You're not the one who has to get hit," he said. As if on que, the front door closed behind Bryce as he came in. "Hey bro," I said, "Breakfast?" He looked into the dining room at us and his eyes narrowed as he took in the sight. "No thanks." I elbowed Adrian. "Hey bro, me and the boys are getting together for a game. You down?" "Fuck you," Bryce said as he walked to his room. Oh my. That was unexpected. Then again, he was just as hesitant to my own overtures at first. I just had to make Adrian keep pressing. It would get better. It would get easier. For the both of them. "Well, there goes that idea," Adrian said, with more relief in his voice than I thought was really appropriate. "He's just grumpy because he hasn't had any sleep," I said. "Give it another try when he wakes up." We finished our cereal and spent the morning watching TV as I fought off Adrian's inappropriate intimacy. No matter how much I wanted to lay around resting my head on his chest as his arms encircled me, randomly fondling my breasts throughout the morning. It wasn't right to do that kind of thing at home. Not when Bryce could walk around the corner at any given moment. How the hell did we do this before we were at college? Oh yeah, we didn't give a damn about Bryce. The rashness of youth. It was several hours later, after a hard and quick make-out session with Adrian that Bryce finally emerged from his room. Adrian was just getting ready to leave to go meet his old team of meat-heads. I sat on the couch, studying a chapter of my history book. "Hey bro," Adrian said as he tossed the football around in the air, "I'm about to roll out to the field, you wanna go?" Bryce walked towards him. Face still, no hesitation, no hint to the violence in his heart. Suddenly Adrian shoved the ball out in front of him and I heard a rush of air. Bryce pulled back his hand and I saw the silver of a knife slide out of the pigskin. "Maybe next time, bro." He wasn't talking about football. As Bryce walked past a fear-frozen Adrian, he stopped, smiled, and whispered something to him. Then he kept walking, without even glancing my way, until the door closed behind him. "W-what did he say," I asked. "He told me not to worry. He didn't plan to kill me before he graduated." Adrian It was a good game. Four on four. My team won of course. Jason was a good quarterback, but he wasn't even close to my level anymore. I had went to college on a football scholarship. I had a whole extra five years of training. Jason was good. But I was so much more than that. Still, it was fun. And it kept my mind off what had happened before that first shotgun snap. It was almost seven when we saw that the streetlights were on and decided to call it a day. We went and had a couple of drinks and talked about the old days. They didn't pay him any attention, but I did. When D-vil walked in, we looked at each other, acknowledged one another, and then moved on. It was time for me to go. I'll lie to my friends. I'll lie to the world. But I've rarely ever lied to myself. I was running. I was scared. I knew about my little brother's gang connections. It was only by the barest of margins that I had blocked that knife. It was only the slightest chance that I had seen him coming. I wasn't going to test my luck any more tonight. The Bad Lads weren't all that impressive when I was growing up. Hardcore, sure. But they were such a small that it didn't matter. D-vil had done a great job of growing it, and with Bryce as the fruit, I wasn't willing to chance another run in. I left. I said my goodbye's and paid my tab. I ran away. I'm not proud of it, but Bryce terrified me. There was an episode of Batman where someone told him he made all of his worse villain. I believed it. I think we all do. Bryce was the worst of my nightmares come true. And I made him myself. Years of overt cruelty and obvious brutality had made him into my own personal Boogie Man. When I got home, I started straight for my room, but then I saw Bryce's door open. I stopped. Maybe I could try to call a truce again, at least while the whole family was here. I'd be gone soon enough after all. And I'd like to sleep with some peace at night. I shivered as I remembered that night. Him standing there. That knife. It was the same one as today. I remembered how it caught the moonlight that slipped through the blinds. Until my dying breath, I'll always remember that knife. That look. I walked down the hall, but instead of Bryce, I found Alice. No. God no. In her hands, she had one of them. One of his journals. God no. "Um... you really shouldn't be doing that." She literally jumped out of her skin. "Oh God! Oh shit, it's just you. I thought you were Bryce," she said as she started to catch her breath. "If I had been, you'd be so dead." And I didn't mean that metaphorically. It was like looking at myself. This was exactly how I had gotten so deep in the shit with him. And she didn't have the benefit of dealing with the nice Bryce. "Yeah, I know. But he's so closed off, how else am I supposed to close the gap between us all?" "Don't. Don't even try. He likes the gap. Just leave it alone." "How can you say that? Do you know he's in a gang? Do you know he hates us? And not just you and me, but the whole family. I mean, Adrian, he almost stabbed you today! We need to reel him in before he does something really bad. Something that can't be fixed." I sighed. "Look, I'm going to take a shower. Put that back where you found it, and then we'll talk." "There's a black page in here about you." She said it thinking it would shock me, intrigue me. "I'm sure there are more than a few," I said as I turned away. I knew all about the black pages. Alice It was almost forty minutes before I walked into Adrian's room where he had retreated to. I sat down between his legs and leaned back against him as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back into him. "A few years ago," he started, "I did something really mean. I've always looked down on Bryce, but that day... It was bad. Some kids were jumping him after school. I saw them. I saw him. And he saw me. I could have stopped it. I was big enough. Popular enough. I could have stopped it. I didn't." He stopped talking. I think it was the first time he had even admitted that to himself. He was gathering his courage. Why did everyone need to do that when it came to Bryce? "That night, he came home with two black eyes, a busted lip, and more bruises that none of us ever even bothered to notice. He caught me in his room. I was reading one of his journals. I've read them when I could find them. It's been a while though. Well, that night, I woke up and he was standing next to my bed. He was watching me and he had a knife in his hand. "I could do it. No one could stop me. Not even you. You could have stopped them. But you didn't. You never do. I don't think you can. You can't even stop yourself. So how could you stop me?" There was a deep sadness in his eyes that terrified me. My whole world was in his tiny little hand. The knife looked so big in his hand. I stared, transfixed, as the moonlight slid through the blinds on the window and danced on the blade. "I never thought you hated me that much. To let that happen. I understand now though. This is us." For the first time he looked away from me and down at the knife in his hand. "One day, you'll be worth it. I won't care how much trouble I get in. I'll do it. I'll end you. Forever. I just want you to remember. You did this. I tried. I tried to love you. All of you. But I wasn't good enough was I. I wasn't worth loving." He leaned down and I felt that cold, naked blade against the bare skin of my neck. "I'm going to kill you, Adonis. One day, you'll push me hard enough and I won't care anymore. You can't help yourself. You'll do it. And I'm going to kill you." He stood back up and walked away. Just before he closed the door, he looked at me. "Sweet dreams, big brother." He squeezed me tight. He wasn't just scared, he was terrified. Of Bryce? Of my reaction? Of his own confession? Of all of it? I didn't know. I wrapped my hands into his, willing my strength into him to continue. He intertwined his fingers into mine and took a deep breath. "You probably don't remember this, you were pretty young. But I do. Mom and Dad almost got divorced." What did that have to do with anything? "Mom was raped. I didn't understand that at the time, but I figured it out later. She ended up getting pregnant. Dad wanted her to get an abortion, but she wouldn't. He didn't want to raise a 'rape baby'. I still remember him saying that. Dad moved out for almost two years. He tried to come back after Bryce was born, but Mom wouldn't let him. It took another year for them to reconcile. She didn't breastfeed him. I remember that, too. I remember when you were born, when you cried I would tell mom you were hungry and she would feed you. Bryce was a formula baby. Even when Dad moved back in, they had all kinds of fights. You use to cry every time you heard them. You would go for days without saying a word to anyone, even me." He stopped. I could feel those childhood emotions running through him. It was strange, surreal even, to see Adrian, my Adonis, so shaken, so vulnerable. "I was just a kid. I knew it was Bryce's fault. Our family was falling apart all around me, and I just knew that it was Bryce's fault." I felt his head against my shoulder, and felt something wet. Suddenly, I knew he was crying. Oh God, Adonis was crying. In all my years, I had never seen my brother cry. I wanted to say something to comfort him, but this was his confession. I had witnessed Bryce cleanse himself with hate and fire. Adrian's cleansing was water and regret. "I was horrible to him. I picked on him so much it became a habit. I did it for years. Day after day, week after week. Until months turned into years. Until I forgot that I was as much his brother as I was yours. For Dad and Mom, he was a living embodiment of the worst time in their lives. For me, he was all that was wrong in the world. I remember one time he was playing with one of my toys in the back yard. I beat him up. Dad saw me from the upstairs window and he never said a thing about it. It only confirmed what I already believed. But that night... That night I saw the monster that I had made."