21 comments/ 178633 views/ 20 favorites Jenny Girl Ch. 01 By: Willow Rain Tim didn't mean to look, but she'd left the door to the bathroom open and the sight of his little sister Jenny had frozen him on the spot. He couldn't move, could hardly breath. She'd always been a pretty kid but she had crossed over into beautiful in the two years he had been away at college. Maybe it was the way the pink satin prom dress made her skin glow. Her shoulders were as smooth and perfect as poured cream. The back of her dress was unzipped and the bodice pooled at her slim waist as she stood before the mirror. Her breasts were high and full, tipped with candy pink nipples. He wet his lips self-consciously. She touched the curves of her breasts lightly with a down puff, powdering her flawless skin. The smile on her lips was confident and proud in her vanity. She didn't even see him. Her eyes were on herself. Her thick auburn hair was drawn up. Delicate curling tendrils had slid free and played against the alabaster curve of her neck. She probably thought of her dick of a boyfriend seeing her like this. Her smile was secretive and knowing. Privately, Tim wished she was going to the dance with the boy she almost went with last year. He remembered how upset she had been when she had missed her Jr. prom. Her phone call had been frantic. She'd broken her wrist in a rather vicious game of soccer against some south side kids, and had refused to go to the dance in a cast. That had sounded more like his sister than the desperate and upset version of her that had called him on the phone earlier in the week. Her boyfriend last year had been harmless, some kid from church. A far cry from her current taste in dates. He could see now why she was attracting a different sort of boy. It was hard to reconcile the vision of this pretty thing before him, with his childhood memories of his leggy, bony sister. Letting his shoulder settle against the wall he considered the jackass she was going to the prom with, Karn Smithfield. Christ, even his name made him sound like a Jackass. He'd never known Jenny to have the kind of reputation that would make her a good match for that shit heal. He'd been a year behind him, and had a bit of a rough neck rep. Popular, but hard on the girls he dated. There had been rumors. Some chick had even left school, and there was talk she had been pregnant. Tim flicked his gaze to his watch. Eight fifteen, she was apparently planning on making the boy wait when he got here. The little prick was already fifteen minutes late. He deserved to wait when he finally arrived. Tim smiled as he watched her slide pearl drops into her ears. She'd insisted he hold her hand when she'd gotten her ears pierced when she turned fourteen. Jenny liked to act tough, fought like hell over the stupidest things, but sometimes she needed Tim. That was the only reason he was home this weekend. She'd panicked mid weak and declared to him she was cursed when it came to prom. The tiff with the boyfriend had blown over and she hadn't really wanted to talk about it when he got home. She'd blushed darkly when he brought it up in the kitchen yesterday, so he'd let it drop. Tim heard someone coming up the stairs and backed rapidly down the hall and ducked into his room. "Jenny honey, we're going to be late to the party if we don't leave now." His mom paused just outside his room, "Tim?" He stepped back into the hall, pushing his hands through is hair like he was just coming out, "Yeah?" His mom looked up at him, tilting her head back, "You can take the pictures when that boy gets here can't you?" She pushed the camera into his hands, and he said, "Sure Mom." It would give him a chance to look threatening and eyeball the dude. He looked to the bathroom and saw that Jenny had pushed the door almost closed. She called out from inside, "It's no big deal mom. He'll be here any minute." She poked her head out, her dress now zipped and fastened. "It's just a dance, right?" Just a dance that had brought her to tears earlier in the week. Their mom cooed, "Oh honey, you look beautiful, step out and show Tim your dress. He hasn't seen it yet." Tim tried to escape back into his room but the door swung open and she stepped into the hall, standing on her tiptoes to imitate the height she would be in her heals. She looked the very image and shape of a young girlish hope. His heart gave a little clench. Maybe he could follow them a little, and make sure that bastard didn't hurt her. The tiny little straps over her shoulders begged to be broken. Up on her toes the top of her head almost reached his cheek. Their mom touched his arm, and said, "Time, say something, Doesn't Jenny look beautiful?" His eyes never strayed from Jenny, he soaked her in. If she had been any other girl besides his sister he'd be talking hard and fast trying to get her to go to the dance with him instead of her loser boyfriend. Jenny's face faltered a little as he took a moment to come up with words. Her courage and vanity were so thin, beautiful or not, she was still clearly afraid of rejection. "You look beautiful kid, seriously." The look she gave him was a little disbelieving. "Honest to God Jen, if Sheila had looked like you do right now at our senior prom, we never would have made it to the dance. " Their mom hit him on the arm, but Jenny beamed. She floated on her toes back into the bathroom. His mom frowned at him, "Tim, that was hardly appropriate." Downstairs their step dad called up, "Get a move on, we need to register at the hotel before we can even go to the party." Tim Shrugged, "She's not a kid anymore." His mom was distracted and didn't' really respond to what he said. She patted the camera in his hands, "Pictures, lots of them." After their parents had left. Tim headed downstairs and dug a beer out of the fridge. It was probably best the folks would be gone all weekend. He flipped on the TV and crashed out on the couch. Around nine o'clock he started to get worried. He could go check on her, probably should, instead he got another beer. The phone rang at nine thirty and he reached for it. He put it back down when he heard it was for Jenny, hearing her excited hello. He could hear Jenny upstairs, hopeful and concerned, and then quiet, much too quiet. "But.. but.. you can't. You just can't." Tim grimaced and stood up next to the couch, conflicted between going upstairs and just leaving it alone. He heard a choked sound of distress and slowly headed up the stairs. He caught Jennies quiet intense, "Fuck you." After she placed the phone back in the cradle. She crumpled to the floor, dress a swirl of pink around her. He hesitated when he realized she was crying, her forehead resting against the edge of the side table. He spoke low and gentle, trying not to scare her, "Jen?" "Why do boys hate me Tim?" She sounded despondent, "What is wrong with me?" "Jesus Jenny, nothing." He cupped her shoulders in his palms. She felt so fragile and small, "Nothing is wrong with you." He crouched down next to her and was startled when she turned into him and pressed her face into his shoulder. He could feel the dampness of her cheeks through his T-shirt as she folded herself against him. Her body was warm and soft and every bit a woman's. His cock thickened painfully in his jeans. It was his little sister he reminded himself, but she smelled very good. Fresh and clean and faintly of vanilla. His arms enfolded her but he kept his body from cradling her in a way that would make his erection obvious. No reason to freak her out more. It wasn't her fault her brother was a pervert. She sniffled and a new wave of tears came. He slid his hand down her back, silky skin, cool satin, and her slender waist. Jesus, why did he have those two beers. He dipped his head and breathed in the scent of her neck. A loose tendril of her hair brushed tantalizingly across his lip. He wanted to kiss her. No more honest than that, he wanted to bite into her tender flesh, roll her to her back and flip those Champaign skirts up over her head. Her voice was a little muffled, "He doesn't want me." "Who?" Jenny leaned back and looked at him, "Karn." The sincere confusion on her face snapped him back to reality. Holy shit, this was his baby sister, little Jenny in his arms. "Then he is a bigger dumbass than I ever realized." He lifted his hand and trailed his fingertips over the tear tracks across her cheek. She shook her head vehemently and pushed away from him awkwardly standing. Tim opened his arms and released her. "You don't understand." She shook her head, "I'm just no good at it." She crossed her arms over her chest and cupped her elbows, obviously miserable. "I tried twice on Thursday and he said maybe with practice, " she snuffled, "I wouldn't suck so bad." Tim stood up slowly, trying to understand what she was saying, "Good at what Jen? What are you talking about? You haven't been sleeping with that shit heal have you?" She shook her head no and her voice trembled. " I told him it was too soon for that. We haven't been dating two months." His lips quirked, "Two months, your magic number kiddo? Still caught up in dates and deadlines?" Her brow furrowed and she showed him her back, "No." Clearly she still was. Even as a little kid she had set dates and times on things. He reached out and gently touched her bare arm turning her toward him, "What was the plan for tonight's magic number kiddo? You can tell me." Her lip trembled a little, "That's already ruined, was ruined Thursday." Her big blue eyes turned up toward him, "He said if I didn't. If I didn't he'd go with someone else. Said he didn't want to be trapped at prom with a baby that didn't' know how to put out anything." A particularly fat tear slid over her cheek and Tim wanted to lean down and lick it away. "He said I didn't know how to please a man." His jaw tightened, "Jenny this guy is one piece of work. What did he talk you into?" She shook her head taking all the blame, "It's not him, it's me. I'd just, I'd just never done it before." Tim stepped closer to her as her cheeks started to color, sliding one arm around her. "I tried. I put him in my mouth, but he pushed my head down really hard and I choked." He petted her hair back from her face a few fine tendrils had slid free, "Oh kiddo." His touch was tender and kind. Her voice faded down to almost nothing, "I really am bad at it." Her big blue eyes swam with tears as she looked up at him. "I threw up in his lap." Tim smiled, he couldn't help it, "Serves the bastard right." He cupped her pretty face in his hands, "I'm glad you did. Sounds like he was none to kind to you Jenny." She closed her eyes, "He's not coming to pick me up. He's going with another girl." She swallowed. " He… he made fun of me on the phone and I could hear other boys behind him laughing and making choking noises." Her shoulders slumped, "He told them Tim, he told them all." "Honey look at me." Tim pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, "You are not bad at it, just new and this guy was a total jackass with you. H should have been gentle and patient with you." His thumbs traced her cheeks, "It's his fault his lap was messed up, not yours." Her eyes were wide and trusting. Jenny reached up and gripped his T-shirt in her hands. "Show me." Tim jolted with shock. She couldn't know what she was saying, asking for. But his hands believed her, his hands weren't letting go, fingers tightened where they cradled her head, "Jenny." Her lips trembled again and her cheeks were burning scarlet under his fingers, "Oh just let me go. You don't want me either." She tried to look away but he wouldn't let her. Her hands came up to grip his wrists. "Don't you think I'm a little pretty?" Tim groaned and turned his hand capturing her fingers in his own. He took her palm and pressed it to the shape of his raging erection, captive in his jeans. "Fuck yes, I think you're attractive Jenny." He rested his cheek against her temple, "But I'm not supposed to, baby girl." She gasped and he felt her tremble. Her fingers timidly slid over the shape of him. "Jenny, I'm going to let you go now. I want you to go down the hall and lock yourself in your room, because it's getting very hard to let you go. I don't know how much longer I am going to be capable of it." He released her but she didn't step back or away. Her fingers curled around the shape of him through the fabric. He groaned her name as she sank to her knees in front of him. She said, "Show me. Teach me. Help me." He thumped the back of his head against the wall as her fingers fumbled at his button and zipper. How wrong would it be to feel her fingers, feel the brush of her mouth. He reached for her hands, his jeans partly open, and jerked her back to her feet. Maintaining a hold of her one wrist he started down the hall with her stumbling after him. The door to his room slammed open damaging the wall, but he didn't give a shit. He turned and looked at her. Raw hunger rolled through him. "Jenny, oh little Jenny, change your fucking mind." Her eyes wide she gave him a stubborn little shake of her head no. With a sharp jerk he pulled her into his room and against him. "I want your dress open, and dropped to your waist again." She trembled as he held her firmly to his chest and began unfastening the back of her gown. "You … saw me?" He nodded and slid one hand possessively down the length of her spine. His cock flexed. "Yes, little sister. I saw you." He whispered against her ear, "If you want my cock so much, take it out." Holding the front of her gown against her breasts, she stood there staring at Tim as he let her go and sat down on the edge of his bed, thighs parted. A long moment ticked past where he waited for her to change her mind. She looked vulnerable standing, holding her dress. Unable to meet his gaze she came forward and slid to her knees between his thighs. He resisted reaching for her. One hand clutched her gown, she reached with the other one for his zipper. Her fingertips brushed against him through his boxers and he groaned. He lifted his hips and pushed his jeans down his thighs. Her fingers slid into the gap of his boxers in a caress. "Jenny, show me your breasts. I know you are proud of them. Let me see them." She looked up at him as her hand curled around his bare length and drew his hot hard flesh out into the air. He held her gaze, "Show me, Jenny." He took an unsteady breath and decided not to play fair, "Consider it my price." She blushed so easy, and this time the color pooled all the way down her neck. Her gaze dropped to his cock in her hand and then to the floor as she let the bodice of her gown gap and then fall. The tips of her nipples were beaded and taunt and he wanted to touch them, "Does it excite you Jenny? The feel of a cock in your hand?" The blush moved all the way down to the tops of her breasts. The tips as hard as molded candy. He cupped her hot cheek as she whispered a tiny, "Yes." His fingers traced her jaw, "It's good, that's good." His thumb slid just under her lip, "I want you to be honest with me, can you do that?" She nodded, her gaze lifting to his. "Teach me how." He closed his eyes briefly as his cock pulsed in her hand. It was going to be hard to keep control and stay gentle with her. She leaned forward and her lips touched the head of his cock in a fragile kiss. He cradled her head in his big hands, freeing pins and combs until he could run his hands through the silky weight of her hair. He encouraged her softly, "That's it Jen. You don't have to rush, explore how you like. If your jaw gets tired or you need to take a break, you can. It's more fun for me when I can tell you are enjoying what you are doing." His words trailed into a low moan as she licked across the head. She looked up at him. The edge of his cock resting against her lip, "Does that feel good?" Looking down at her through half lidded eyes he slid his fingers through her hair, "Yes, baby it does." The wash of her hot breath over his wet skin made his bones hurt with lust. He wanted to push into the silky wet depths of her mouth. He held steady as she bathed him in baby licks, tugging her hair gently, twining it in his fingers and letting it slip free. "Slide it in baby, it's so hard to wait and you feel so good." She parted her lips and he slid into the heat of her mouth, wet, hot and delicious. She didn't take very much at first, but it was enough and he knew she could taste his excitement. He fingered the pearl drops of her earrings, gently touching, "That's it pretty girl, just take what you can. Do you like my taste Jen? Does it feel good to have my cock in your mouth? Slide your head back and forth honey, stroke me." She groaned, low and pitiful and the sound vibrated around him. He caught his breath at the pleasure of it, his hands tightening briefly in her hair. She began to move and the sensation was exquisite. She was trying so hard. Her hot little tongue snaking along the underside. He stroked her head, her long throat, lifted her hair in his hands, "That's it baby. Don't force it. Relax into what you are doing." He let his head fall back a little, trying to delay what was becoming inevitable. The pleasure was too intense when he looked down at her sweet little face with her lips wrapped around his cock. It was close to too much. "Jenny, Jesus, I'm not going to last much longer. You're a fucking natural honey." He lifted his hips up into her stroke a little and she took it okay. She was gaining confidence and the rise and fall of her pretty face was rippling all the way down her body. He lifted up again and she took all of him into her mouth. Her nose brushing his curls, the tip of his cock seating in her throat briefly. He looked down at her, bright tears flecked her lashes from the pressure of taking him so deep. "Jenny, oh fuck baby." He groaned loudly and couldn't hold back. It had been a few months sine he had been seriously dating anyone. His orgasm pulsed up and through him, jerking hot salt into her mouth as he pushed up into her hot willing lips. She didn't recoil, she didn't draw back and he managed not to grip her head and force her to hold steady. God bless her, she swallowed. Sweet willing suction around the hot slide of his spasoming cock. She drew back when he was spent. His still hard cock rested on her cheek, only softening a little. "It was okay? He reached for her and drew her up onto her knees, hugging her to his chest. "Jen, it was amazing, you are a natural cock sucker." She ducked her head a little as if his compliment made her feel shy. She whispered against his chest, "I liked the way you tasted." He tilted her face up and looked at her, "Did you then?" She nodded. She hid against his chest for a little while and then quietly asked, "Do boys like the way girls taste too? Carry says boys lie about that, that they only say that they like it so they can fuck you after." "I don't know about all guys, but I have very much liked the way some girl's taste." Her face fell a little, "Some?" He kissed the tip of her nose, "I'm sure you are delicious Jenny." "But what if I'm not? "Don't worr…." His words trailed off as she lifted her Champaign pink skirts and her fingers settled on her white panties. His throat went dry, "Jen," he whispered as her fingers slid under the edge of her panties, "I don't know if I can bare it." Her fingers slid free wet and glistening. Christ, going down on him had left her soaked. His cock thumped against his belly. "You said honesty. Just be honest." She lifted her fingers to his lips and he could smell her desire. He gripped her wrist and held it, but he couldn't bring himself to draw her hand away. "I shouldn't do this Jen." Jenny Girl Ch. 01 "Please just tell me. I need the truth." He groaned low and soft, "You're going to kill me." He drew her fingers into his mouth. She tasted of girl and desire, heady, subtle and rich. He licked her fingers clean and had to wait a heartbeat with the backs of her fingers against his lips before he could speak. "Jen, you taste good in a way that makes me ache for you. I want to fuck you. And if you don't leave my room Jen, I am going to fuck you. " He brushed his lips across the backs of her fingers, "I don't care if I go to hell for it, I will be inside you again, and soon." "Are you that horny?" She asked him wide eyed. "No Jenny, you taste that good." She smiled then. Shining and youthful with girlish pride. She looked into his face and then down to his turgid cock, slowly sobering. He wasn't kidding, he wasn't flattering her. When she shakily stood and stepped back, he let go of her hand. He wanted to bite down on her fingers, consume her wrist, eat her whole and it must have shown in his face because she backed toward the door. She left his room in a flurry of flustered pink. He lay back on the bed, one arm throw across his face. Holy Christ, he had almost fucked his sister. Jenny Girl Ch. 02 Jenny had been insistent that he come home this weekend. Tim had been avoiding the trip for weeks. He felt ashamed of what he'd gotten his little sister to do. The image of her on her knees sucking his cock still burned hotly in his mind every time he thought of coming home. Her letters and calls had been as consistent as ever. Friendly, light hearted, and filled with details from the start of her summer. He started dating Carmela almost as soon as he had gotten back on campus. Her toffee skin and raven hair were enough different that when she sucked his cock he wasn't imagining Jenny there. At least, most of the time he wasn't. He'd told Carmela that he wanted her to meet his folks, but the truth was he needed a distraction from Jenny. He needed some place sweet and wet to sink into so he could have half a chance of acting like an older brother to her again. He came into the house Carmela in tow and stumbled into his Mom and Step dad. Maybe Jenny wouldn't even be there, she might be out. He managed to get through the introductions before he turned to his Mom and said, "Where's Jen?" "She's out by the pool honey, she's been out there most of the morning." Carmela shifted from foot to foot and asked his mother, "Excuse me, where is your restroom?" "Oh hon, I'm sorry, it's right here down on the right." His Mom slid her hand into Carmela's arm and headed her down the hall, merrily firing off questions about school, and her family. Tim headed strait through the kitchen and out toward the back patio. The door banged shut loudly behind him. The sky stretched out clear and blue. There wasn't any breeze and the air was thick to breath. Jenny looked up from where she floated in the pool, pale skin burnished into soft gold by the summer sun. A tiny pomegranate colored bikini barely clung to her. The pool water had melted it to her curves. Her name caught in his throat, "Jen?" She was up and out of the water and headed toward him scattering water like rain. He barely had a breath in before she was against him, arms around him squeezing her body close. "I knew you would come." Pool water soaked the front of his shirt and his shorts, but he didn't care. Sliding his arms around her felt like the most natural thing in the world. Her auburn hair was streaked by the sun, and as he breathed her in she smelled of chlorine and coconut oil. His arms tightened around her and she made a low soft groan whispering, "I knew you would come." She cradled her hips intimately into his own, crushing his growing erection between their bellies, "I just knew it." She was all warmth and yielding in his arms and he could hardly believe it. He had expected her to be wary, distant even. He had expected scorn, or perhaps derision, but not this, this sweetness. She lifted up on her toes, her body sliding against his as she pressed her face into the curve of his neck and kissed him. He cupped the back of her head and heard the door open. Guiltily he dropped his hand and turned toward the house. Carmela stood in the open doorway, staring at them. Jenny turned toward the sound too, and the look of welcome and joy on her face faltered, and left. She looked up at him and quietly hissed, "Who the fuck is that Tim?" He looked over Jennies shoulder into Carmela's dark calculating gaze, "It's the girl I've been dating. Her name is..." Jenny's hand snapped up, her palm facing him stopping the flow of his words. She kept her voice low, "I can't believe you did this. How could you bring her this weekend?" Jenny looked sincerely and deeply hurt as she stepped back. She looked like she might cry as she snapped a towel off the back of one of the chairs, "Boy's suck. Do you know that?" She flat out glared at Carmela as she pushed past her into the house. She stormed up the stairs and distantly above he heard her bedroom door slam shut. Carmela had the good grace to not question over much. She did ask him if Jenny was his stepsister, which hurt in a stinging kind of way. Jen didn't come down. She sulked and he really didn't understand why until he went to the calendar to get the number for the pizza place. "Oh shit." Tim winced. Carmela slid up next to him, her arm draping his waist. "What is it Tim? "Two months, it's been exactly two months." Her velvety brown eyes turned up to him, "What?" "You are going to think I am such a shitheal. Can I put you on the train back to campus?" He turned toward her and gripped her upper arms. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, "Please Carma, it may be really important. I didn't figure out something I should have. Jenny is mad at me, not you. And if I'm right about what I'm thinking she has reason to be. "I don't understand Tim." "I know, but I can't explain. Go get your bag." She looked bewildered. His mother fretted at the door as they got ready to leave. She tried to offer platitudes about lover's spats and he didn't try and correct her misconception. It was dark by the time he got back. The TV dully blared from his parent's bedroom. Their door was shut. He climbed the stairs thinking of Carmela. She'd gotten past confused and moved into angry by the time he got her safely on the train. They probably wouldn't be dating anymore when he got back on campus. He had to talk to Jenny. Explain that he hadn't understood, that he couldn't do what she wanted. That he was her brother, not her lover or her boyfriend. He stopped outside her door, just about to knock when he heard a low guttural groan. He froze. Jenny mewled his name breathlessly from within. Instead of knocking he dropped his hand to the doorknob, it was locked. He pressed his forehead to the wood of the door as another low guttural groan came. His name on her lips, breathless with need. The sound tortured him through the door. His cock twitched. Jesus, what was she doing? He reached up over the door jam for the skeleton key. He had used it a hundred times as a kid to sneak into her room. He should knock, warn her, give her a chance to stop doing whatever she was doing, and compose herself so they could talk. Instead he slid the key in and unlocked her door. It swung open silently. Naked, her head was thrown back and her knees were bent and splayed lewdly. She was laying on her back on her white eyelet coverlet. All her stuffed animals were thrown to the floor. Her hips were lifted and she was sliding a slim cucumber in and out of her body. Her other hand a wild flurry across her clit. Her lush breasts swayed and bobbed as her hips jerkily lifted, "Fuck me Tim, Fuck me." He shut the door behind him and the lock made an audible click. Her eyes flew open and she looked at him. Misery and sudden shame flooded in on her. She rolled on hers side away from him, curling into a ball, showing him her back, not even drawing the cucumber out. The green tip stuck out lewdly between her plump pink labia. "Go away Tim, Oh God, just go away." He unfastened his shorts and dropped them to the floor, stepping out of them. "I can't Jenny. And I won't." His boxers followed his shorts. She tightened further into a ball, her arms wrapped around herself as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his T-shirt. He made a private decision to get her better toys, give her little things, but this would do for now. He touched the cucumber dildo and it shifted in her. She groaned, "Don't." "I need to Jenny, and you need me to." He curled behind her. The hard length of his body shaped to her. He slid the cucumber back out a little and then pushed it back into her. Her body jerked and she gave a startled gasp. He whispered just behind her ear, "I will fuck you any way I want to Jenny." He kissed her shoulder and then the curve of her neck, "You asked for that first, before you asked me to leave." She made a pitiful sound and tried to squirm away from him as he started to fuck her with the cucumber. "Tim, it's too humiliating." He snaked an arm under her and held her steady, "What is? That you wanted to fuck your brother? Or that you couldn't wait for him and had to fuck yourself with something else instead?" She jerked and writhed in his arms. The cucumber made wet squelching sounds every time he pushed it into her. Making pitiful choking sounds, she started to push back into him yielding to her need. "That's it Jenny baby, show me how much you need it honey. Touch your clit, I want to feel you come." The sounds she made were desperate and low as her hand snaked between her thighs. He fucked her harder with the slim dildo his own cock painfully throbbing. Her arching hips became more desperate and he only had to hold the cucumber steady as she bucked back against him. He pressed the wet tip of his thumb against her ass. "Yield to me." He pressed his wet thumb forcefully into the tender ring and she came, jerking and rocking in his arms. Raw passion ripped through her, and she bucked and pressed against him. Just when he thought he could bare not having his cock inside her any longer, she slumped into the bed, her body molding to his. The rhythmic tightening around his thumb slowed, gentling. The feel of her was hot and smooth. "Jen," he hissed, sliding his thumb free and replacing it with one wet finger and then two, stretching the tender ring. "Jenny, you are so fucking hot. I have to be inside you, sweet baby." He pushed in a third finger and she mewled tightening protectively. "Tim," She panted, "Take out the other... it's too much." "No," he groaned against her neck. He swept as much of her wet against his cock as he could. She'd used a lot of lubricant with the cucumber, and her own arousal was abundant. He smeared it across his cock and pressed lubricant into her reluctant anus, "I want you like this, just exactly like this." He groaned as he settled the head of his cock against her, "Relax baby, please, I don't want to hurt you, but oh Christ, I will. I will be inside you if you resist or not. I can't wait honey, I can't." She took a breath like a sob and softened against him, sweet tender yielding that almost made him cry out in victory. He pressed forward and the tight ring slowly yielded. She yelped and shuddered as the head of his cock seated in her. He held her tight. "Breath baby girl, breath." She did, uneven breaths panted out. He wrapped his arm around her and cupped his hand between her legs. The heal of his palm against her mons and clit, his fingertips pressing the cucumber deeper in. The feeling of it moving within her made him shudder. He drew his hips back just a little so that he tugged on the ring and then pushed deeper into the tight slick heat of her body. "Jenny, Oh God. You feel so good." He cupped her more firmly with his hand as he stroked deeper into her, keeping the toy from coming out. She made a desperate noise, nails sliding down his arms. He rocked his palm against her, pushing the dildo deeper in each time he drew back, alternating sensations in her tight hot little body. She wiggled against him panting. Her breath came out a soft litany of pleas and tender begging. The round soft curves of her hips nestled to him. "Again baby, I want you to come for me again." Her hips started squirming against him, and he started to push the dildo in at the same time he pushed forward. He could feel her body strain from the fullness, shuddering and trembling. She made a desperate sound, crying out, turning her face into the bed to muffle the sound. When she came, the feeling of her body clenching around him washed pleasure from his toes to the top of his head. When the waves started to soften, he slid his hand to her hip, rolling her face down into the bed. The slick little cucumber slid out, wet and warm between their legs. He took two deeper strokes and wanted more. He jerked her hips up, bringing her onto all fours on the bed, covering her with his body. He groaned as he stroked into her for the first time in this position and sheathed fully inside her tight little ass. She swayed under him trembling and unsteady. He started to take her, giving over to the animal urge to fuck her hard, knowing he was using her roughly. He cupped her swaying breasts, slid his fingers over her candy nipples, pinched them hard and felt her buck under him. "My girl, " He hissed, pinching her again, forcing his dick hard into her, "My fucking girl." He came and it felt like his orgasm pulled him inside out. He was left raw feeling, collapsed on her body, pulsing hot and deep inside her. Her legs trembled and then she sank into the bed, the weight of him pressing her deep into the covers. He felt locked to her like a dog. Betrayed by his body, betrayed by his heart. He loved the girl vibrating under him. He rested his face on her shoulder, feeling her begin to hiccup under him. He cradled her, rolling them both back onto their sides. He ran his hands tenderly down her body, swept the hair back from her face, touching her until she relaxed and her breath deepened. Tim placed a tender kiss just behind Jenny's ear and said very softly, "We'll make it be okay, Jenny. I promise. I'll make it be okay." Jenny Girl Ch. 03 Tim headed down the hallway to room 243 carrying a ragged little bundle of violets. He felt like a dumb ass but wasn't really sure what the proper etiquette was when you went to go visit your sister at her first dorm room, your sister that you were involved with in a decidedly un brotherly like fashion. She liked violets, so he'd found violets, stolen them out of a suburban yard to be specific. There was a faint grass stain on his khakis from the petty theft. He checked the names by the doors. They had ridiculous little flowers and butterfly stickers on them. Tim followed the numbers down the hall. "Welcome to your new home." Was pinned directly to one door over a little dry erase board that said 243. Jenny's name was there, but the last name was wrong. "What the fuck?" After Jenny's first name was their step dad's last name. He gritted his teeth and knocked on the door, a wave of resentment and old hurts rising in him. The door swung wide open and there was Jenny all sparkling eyes and cotton candy lips beaming up at him. She looked like spring, like the feeling you get after a warm light rain. Dressed in a crisp white button down shirt and a flippy low-slung pink skirt, she looked edible. Her ponytail was tied with a fat grosgrain ribbon. The room behind her was half Jenny. As if a chalk line had been drawn down the space. Her posters, some childhood toys, her old toe shoes, and her ribbons were all carefully arranged. She'd even put up curtains some how. It was Jenny's old room just forced into a new configuration. He saw the white eyelet bedspread and his cock flexed at the memory of lying on it with her, an ache strong enough to make his teeth hurt. She slid her hand into his arm and tugged him forward into the room. Stepping back she swept her arms wide, "Do you like it?" Her eagerness and her desire for his approval cut the edge off his annoyance. She was a young eighteen, something that the newly pink and frilly white dorm room attested to. He sighed, "You've done a good job setting up." He pushed the little cluster of violets toward her, "Have room for these?" Her eyes widened with delight as she reached for them. She giggled like a little girl, coming up high on her toes to kiss his cheek, her breath like green apple jolly ranchers. Tim cast a guilty look back toward the still open door, one hand falling to the small of her back to help her balance, crisp cotton and warm skin against his fingertips. "Jenny, we should be careful, someone will see." She made a little snort and with a toss of her head pulled out of his embrace. Jenny stepped toward the small sink in the corner. "I'm not worried about that." "Well, you should be." He watched the sunlight turn the highlights in her auburn hair golden as she filled a little paper cup with water. Her tiny hoop earrings gleaming in the daylight. She cut him off, impatiently, "Nobody knows you here, and you go to a school across town. Mom was so happy that one of us finally agreed to take Bob's name that she even gave me some extra cash to take you out to dinner somewhere nice." Jenny arched her eyebrows and dropped the violets into the paper cup, turning back toward him with a flashing smile. "I'm supposed to talk you into legally changing your name too." He felt his gut tighten. Their dad had always been good to them. To abandon his name seemed a betrayal of what their family had once been, "What the fuck? You legally changed it? Jenny how could you?" She'd been little when he'd passed, but still. She didn't answer him right away, but walked over to him and boldly cupped her hand between his legs, brazenly cradling his cock and balls through his jeans. "For us." He felt a hard jolt of surprise and arousal. He groaned low and soft, "Jenny." But she only touched him more, sliding her fingers along his lengthening shape, boldly looking up at him with those beautiful blue eyes. He lifted his hand to cup her cheek and claim it. Behind Tim he heard a woman's voice, "Well, at least you don't seem to be a prude even if you are disgustingly pink." He tried to jump back from Jenny but she gave him a firmer squeeze, only slowly letting go as she brazenly said, "This is my boyfriend Tim, the guy from back home that I told you about." The pit fell out of Tim's stomach. He looked to the Gothy little girl by the door. Jenny's lie ringing in his ears. The girl was trying very hard to look like she didn't try at all. Her hair was dyed black and hanging lank to her shoulders, and she was wearing a black baby T and a pair of jeans that barely clung to her hips. A tattoo showed on her belly above her waistband and he would have bet good money it was fake, or henna. The girl thrust out her hand, nails bitten down to the quick and painted a chipped black, "I'm Mary, fellow dorm slave, and roommate to your pink and glittery girl friend." He took the girl's hand with little thought, mind reeling at Jenny's easy and careless lie, and gave it a brief polite squeeze. He brought his gaze back to Jenny, pissed that she was springing all this crap on him. She hadn't discussed any of this with him. She was supposed to come to him, talk things through with him. That is the way it had always been. Jenny snapped her purse up off the bed, cute little nose wrinkling, "We've got reservations at Julian's, so we gotta go. They won't hold the table. They suck that way." She kicked on a delicate pair of sandals. Her pretty pink toes painted the same color as her fingernails, a burnished shade of summer rose. He gripped the door a little too tight and swung it wide open. "After you, Jenny girl." The little Goth girl had her shoulder against the wall and was watching them as if it was the most natural thing in the world to walk in on a sister fondling her brother's cock. Tim flicked his gaze to Mary, "Nice to meet you." She gave him a halfhearted sarcastic little smile and it did not help to improve his mood at all. He slid out the door after Jenny watching her long legs. "Your skirt is too fucking short." She tossed her head, ponytail swinging, full of bravado and surging freedom, "You're a prude." She didn't notice his hands tighten at his sides, maybe if she would have she would have been less flip on the train ride to the restaurant, less brazen. He was pretty damn sure she had intentionally flashed her panties at the commuter sitting across from them. The poor guy had gotten completely flustered and Jenny had looked smug and bratty and pleased with herself. By the time they were escorted to their private table and the curtain was drawn closed over their private booth, he was ready to talk to her. He had things to say. "So you have decided you want to be my girl?" "Well, I am right?" She snapped her napkin open and placed it in her lap, "I am your girl." She sat across the table from him as if she was on a date with some dude from school that she could wrap around her pretty finger. He felt something cold run through him, coiling and seating itself at the base of his spine. Her smile flashed confident. Her posture was perky, displaying her surety in her status with him. She wasn't really asking, she was declaring. Clearly, the freedom of being away at college was having an affect on her. She must have been getting a lot of attention from her male peers. He let silence move between them and just held her gaze steadily. Her confidence was just starting to falter in the extended silence when his gaze burned down to the buttons on her blouse. "Undue your shirt." Jenny paled a bit and looked to the curtain. He could hear the cold edge to his voice, the hardness, but he didn't care, "You want people to fucking know. So let them know. I won't tell you again Jenny. Open your fucking shirt and show me what is mine." Her bottom lip quivered and she only hesitantly brought her fingers to her buttons. Tim lifted his glass of water and took a deep drink as she slid the first button free. Jenny looked confused, her big blue eyes questioning and suddenly unsure. "Don't play modest now. You showed your god damned panties to a stranger on the train. I think you can find it in yourself to show me your lovely tits." Tim let his frustration show in his voice, hover in the tone. She flushed with color and turned her face away from him. His words were harsh, and meant to hurt and sting. They struck true. "Did you think I wouldn't notice you flaunting yourself? Showing your body like some fucking whore?" She shrank back in the booth, fingers stumbling over buttons as the gap widened down her front. The sheen of a college coed cracked, and he found himself looking at a more familiar version of his little sister, a more real, more open, and a bit scared Jenny. "Look at me." Jenny brought her gaze up, eyes welling with moisture. Her deepening breath lifting and dropping the lace covered curves, hypnotizing him. "My whore. My girl. You are exactly what I want." His gaze followed the line of the lace, "Unfasten your bra as well, and lift them for me. Offer yourself." She dropped her gaze, cheeks blooming crimson as she struggled with the clasp under the tiny satin bow. "Tim?" Her voice was timid, eyes huge, as she looked at him through her lashes. "Everything I want." He whispered and she lifted her bare breasts in her hands. Her fingernails were painted a darker shade of pink than her candy nipples, slim hands cradling her pale breasts. Her tan line marked perfectly along the upper curves looking like it was painted on the cream of her skin. She looked nervously to the hanging curtain and then to Tim, looking for his approval. He nodded to her, but it was a small concession. He wasn't ready to ease back yet, "Pinch them." The curtain moved and she froze like a woodland deer, her shoulders curved in and she jerked her blouse shut. The waiter, gape mouthed looked at her, the curtain falling shut behind him. He stammered, "I could come back. I..." Tim shook his head, "You're fine. We are ready to order." He flicked his glance from the waiter to Jenny, "She has really beautiful breasts doesn't she?" The waiter's eyes were locked on Jenny's chest and her hands clutching her shirt together. Her pink lips were shaped into a startled little oh and her fingers were whitening where they held her blouse shut. "Show him Jenny." At Tim's voice her gaze snapped to his face, a look of dread blooming. She swallowed, her voice cracking and squeaking as she said, "Tim don't ask me..." "Are you my girl or not?" She dropped her head, unable to look at either of them. Tim softened his voice and said, "Show him." Jenny raised her slim hands, pushing back her shirt. Her heart shaped pinky sweetheart ring glinting in the candlelight. She cupped her breasts, exposing and offering them. The waiter gave a low faint whistle. Tim let the edge of his water glass clink against the table to get the waiter's attention. "We'd like lemon chicken, roast potatoes and the asparagus." The waiter looked at Tim stunned, startled back into reality. He fumbled his pen, sweat had beaded on his upper lip. He scribbled down what they wanted. Tim smirked, rocking the bottom of his glass on the table, "Do you want to touch her? She's been in the mood to show people her panties today." His words made Jenny jolt as if Tim had hit her. "Hell yes man. Of course, Christ, she's hot as hell." The waiter wet his lips with a greedy flick of his tongue, his eyes sliding all over Jenny. She brought one arm up across her chest as if the waiters hungry gaze made her feel dirty. "Put your hand between her legs over her panties and tell me if she's wet." Jenny visibly shrank back against the cushions, tightening her thighs together. "Oh shit," the waiter hissed, clearly excited. "Part your legs Jenny." He wasn't sure she would. There was a moment as she turned her face away and down that he thought she would balk, but then her slim long thighs parted. The waiter reached down where Tim couldn't see and Jenny's face contorted and she gasped. "Shit yeah man, her panties are soaked. She feels hot as hell against my hand." Tim chuckled and snapped open his napkin, "You can go now, you've been very helpful." The guy grinned huge and lifted his fingers to his face lewdly smelling any lingering scent from her body, "Any time man." The curtain fell closed behind him. Jenny curled forward and rested her face on the table. "Is it not quite what you expected? Being my girl?" "No." her voice was throaty. "Are you hot Jenny, do you want to come for me? Do you think you can before he is back with the bread?" "Tim we're in a restaurant, it's public." "Take your shirt off Jen, all the way." "Please." "Off." His voice came low, "You're being slow about this. You're making me think you want him to see you coming." She looked up, horror moving across her face. "Is that it Jen, you want more of an audience? I could make the curtain gape." He touched the edge with no intention of moving it. She shook her head and peeled herself out of her shirt looking mortified, "I don't know if I can." "I suggest you quit balking and try. He didn't seem like the kind to not be prompt. Pull your skirt up all the way to your waist." Her throat was flushed. She rocked back and forth in the booth tugging her skirt up until it bunched around her waist. He loved how she looked. Open lace bra dangling from her shoulders, rumpled skirt. He could just see her bare belly and the upper edge of her panties when he leaned forward. "Did you buy those blue panties for me?" Her voice squeaked as she slid her hand between her legs and answered, "Yes, your favorite color." "You're wrong about something." She groaned, her arm moving as she began to caress her clit through her panties. "That's not my favorite color." Her head fell back, lips parting. He scooped a thick shard of ice from his glass and reached across the table. He stroked it over her exposed nipple and she jumped, gaze snapping up to his, "No?" she panted. "No." he answered, stroking the ice against the hardening tip of her nipple, "It's the pink tint specific to your nipples. I can't look at anything that color without wanting to suck it into my mouth." She writhed on the bench. He could smell her lust now. He wondered if others would know. Her muffled gasps and harsh breaths were rising in volume. Tim slid the melting ice along the under curve of her trembling breast, "Tell me when you're close. You look like it feels good." "Oh God, yes Tim," she whispered, "It feels so good." She pressed back into the booth, body twisting as her fingers swirled, tension moving into her legs, pretty face contorting. He coaxed her, "Then go on baby, make it feel better." Her other hand slid down into her lap and he heard the wet sound of her fingers sliding into her body. "That's it Jenny. You're doing so good for me." Tim saw the waiter's feet outside the curtain. The man was smart, only a small clearing of his throat. He waited for Tim to draw the curtain open. She wasn't close enough, but soon. The ice melted, rivulets running down the curves of her breast. He gripped the tip of her nipple and squeezed and rolled it firmly, tugging it toward him. She arched offering her breast, jutting it toward him." "Tim... " He pinched her harder, and she mewled, panting. "Go on, come for me. Show me what a good girl you are." She was so close. It didn't take long. She cried out, her body rocking and thumping. Tim opened the curtain just enough for the waiter to slide in with their bread and a bottle of red. Jenny was too far gone to stop. Tim thought at first the waiter was going to drop the bottle, but he kept his grip. The waiter watched Jenny with open lust as she jerked and rocked in the booth. Panting loudly the thrusting of her hips started to slow. She settled down a bit, her pretty blue eyes opening. She made a chocked sound, lips forming into a surprised oh as she saw the waiter. She groaned in misery and turned toward the back of the booth drawing up her knees and hiding against it. "You were almost fast enough Jenny love." The waiter's hands fumbled as he worked the corkscrew, and he didn't bother with the formalities of cork display. In fact he almost missed Tim's glass when he poured the wine. The guy hissed to Tim, "You are one lucky bastard." Jenny hid her face against the embroidered upholstery of the booth. Tim gestured to the wine, "I don't remember ordering this." "It's on me man, totally. You're making my day." He could barely manage to look at Tim at all, "She's making my day." Jenny's bare back looked vulnerable and exposed. Tim chuckled. He couldn't help it. "She's making my day too. The evening started rocky, but I have to say it's been steadily improving." Jenny just curled tighter into the booth, unable to face them. The waiter slid back through the curtain that separated them from the world. Tim tore open the bread, fragrant and hot. He leaned forward and brushed her cheek with his fingertips, "Jenny," His fingers trailed across her skin, 'Jenny girl." She turned her face toward him, blue eyes uncertain. He touched a bite of bread to her lips. "You please me so much." He touched the fresh crusty bread to her lower lip, "Eat." By the end of dinner she had stopped covering her breasts with her arms when the waiter slipped in. She was even smiling at Tim again. When the dinner plates were cleared. The waiter looked to Tim and asked, "Would you care for desert or coffee?" "A coffee would be nice," Tim smiled at the very thought of what he had in mind. Dinner had been a revelation. He had never enjoyed an evening in a restaurant more. He had thought Jenny would revolt or resist. But God no, she'd done everything he asked. It hit something primal and deep in him, "I have my own ideas about what Jenny should have for desert." The waiter cleared his throat a little, "My boss would be happy to comp your dinner if you cared to display your girl friend to him." Jenny squeaked, and looked up at the waiter. Her gaze, fearful, snapped to Tim. Tim played it off nonchalant. "I'll decide after I've had my coffee." The waiter gave a little bow, falling back into his regular formality of his job, "Yes, Sir." The curtain fluttered shut. "Tim, you can't mean to just display me to some strange man." "Why not?" "Tim." He reached down and unfastened his pants. The sound of his sliding zipper quieted her. "Time for desert pretty Jen. I want you on your knees under the table." "But if someone looks, the curtain doesn't go to the floor." "If you keep your body toward the back, and properly between my legs, only someone really nosey would see you, and they would have to bend down to see. They would see your shapely calves and sandals. They wouldn't see much, " He leaned back in the booth spreading his legs, "But they would certainly know what you were doing." Jenny held his gaze and for a moment he thought he had pushed her too far. She took a deep breath, so gorgeous, there half naked across the table from him. His erection raged, half out of his pants. When she slid under the table he had to suppress a groan. He flattened his hands on the linen tablecloth. Jesus Christ, she was going to do it. Sweet little Jenny was going to suck his cock under the table. Her cool fingers came around him, drawing him out, pushing open the cotton of his pants. The silky wet of her mouth closed around the head of his cock and he groaned loudly. It felt like heaven. He cradled his head in his hands, elbows on the table and slid his hips to the edge of the seat offering her more access which she rapidly took advantage of, taking him deeply into her mouth. In her eagerness the back of her head connected with the underside of the table with a solid clunk. Feeling waves of tenderness he slid one hand under the table and palmed the back of her lovely head to protect her. The stroking of her mouth was lush sweet heat. The curtain shifted and he tried to sit up a little. Jenny Girl Ch. 03 The waiter looked to where Jenny had been seated. The only thing there was her crumpled blouse. Tim caught his attention as he put the coffee on the table. Tim pointed to the table over the place where Jenny was crouched under it and the waiter sucked in a breath, as he understood. "Oh shit man." He stared at the table, "Holy shit." Jenny froze underneath the table. Slowly and with intent, Tim used his hand on the back of her head to push her down. It was a primal sweet victory when she took him in and kept stroking him with her mouth, even with the other man standing there. "Do you need anything?" "Go the fuck away for now." Tim took a rough breath. As the curtain slid closed and they were alone again, the intensity of the situation pushed him over the edge. Swallowing and biting back sound his orgasm forced through him and into her eager hot little mouth. His balls ached and tingled, hips flexing into her sucking heat. The back of his knuckles scraped the bottom of the table as he protected the back of her head. So good. So sweet. It left him panting. Her small trembling body tucked between his legs. He felt powerful, like a God. "Jesus Jenny." He settled his forehead on the tablecloth, "You are a gift to me." He slid his fingers across her face, her wet mouth, "I love you." She pressed her face into his hand. "Come up baby, I want to look at you." She slid back up into the booth; her hair tangled and mussed, her ponytail askew. Her lips were reddened. She looked kissable, fuckable. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." She brought her hands up, smoothing her hair and smiled at him. "Put your shirt back on Jenny and tug your skirt down. It's time we paid for dinner." She found her voice, "We have money. I have money." She had to try twice to get her bra to fasten. He held her gaze, "Trust me." ... Tim almost changed his mind as the waiter opened the back door to the office. The back office was dusty and full of boxes and a crowded desk covered in papers. There wasn't a lot of room and only a few wooden chairs. Jenny was trembling against his side, within the circle of his arm. When they stepped inside their waiter shut the door behind them. The sound of the door locking was loud, even with the rumble of the chaos of the next-door kitchen in the background. In his mid thirties the owner sat in a nicely tailored suit on the edge of his desk. Tim tightened his arm around Jenny as the man looked at her appraisingly. The suit tapped a cigarette on his desk and said to the waiter, "She doesn't look like the type." Jenny turned her face into Tim's shoulder and he slid his hand reassuringly to her hip. "She is man," the waiter said, "She was under his fucking table sucking the hell out of his cock, you could hear the wet sounds. And her pussy's a brand. He let me touch her." The boss looked from the waiter to Jenny, gaze slow and appraising. Tim chuckled and slid his hand up and cupped the side of Jenny's breast, "She's a good girl." She swayed toward him to shift away from the intimate gesture, but just found herself more against his side. He made his touch on her breast more possessive, "Aren't you Jenny?" She swallowed and swayed a little, "Yes Sir." "My girl" "Yes Sir." He felt a hot surge of pleasure and released her breast, fingers trailing down over her ribs. He tilted his head toward the waiter, "He said you wanted to see her." The man didn't even pause, thin lips curving into a tight smile, "I said I wanted to see you fuck her." He felt Jenny jolt with shock. Hell, they had had that experience in Jenny's bed, but they hadn't, he hadn't yet taken her. The perversion of fucking her the first time, in front of others, made his spine prickle and the hair on his arms rise on point. She looked at him with misery, and he thought of the bus, her flip tone at the dorm, his stepfather's fucking name on the door. Tim pushed her a little in front of him and she stumbled. He did not let her fall. Seating himself in a wooden chair he pulled her back into his lap, positioning her so that she faced the strangers. She tried to twist around and look at him, eyes wide and fearful. "Tim you can't mean to. Oh Jesus please. Tim." He gripped her ponytail and jerked her head around forward, one arm braced around her, bringing her back solidly against his chest. Her body seated firmly against his lap. "He husked into her ear, "Spread your legs Jenny, one on either side of my own." She groaned low and pitiful and he felt her trembling. She was scared. He could feel her fear, and her desire as well. She fumblingly did as he asked, her arms folded over her chest and her shoulders rolled in protectively. Her long pretty legs spread lewdly over his own. "Good girl." The man at the desk smirked and took a pull from his cigarette, and the waiter sidled a bit back into the room so that he could see better, see the v of her panties that her short skirt showed, and the damp center where she had soaked through. Tim released her pony tail and slowly begin to trace his fingers up along her thighs, back and forth, breathing against her neck, watching the other men watch his pretty little sister, his woman, his whore. Her eyes were closed, damp lashes against her cheeks and slowly she began to relax just a little. He waited for that little lift of her hips and when it came he cupped his hand possessively over the curve of her pubic bone and squeezed. She groaned. The man at the desk laughed and she curved forward as if to hide. Tim slid his hand up to the center of her chest and brought her back up against him, exposing her, leaning back with her. He slid his fingers under the line of her panties and wet his fingers along her labia before gliding across her swollen clit. He couldn't believe how wet she was. She squirmed pitifully, and he growled at her, low against her neck. She stilled, breath coming in little pants. He pushed two fingers into her abruptly, roughly, claiming territory. "My girl. Mine to do with as I please." She made a little choking sound and hot tears slid down her cheeks. "Don't make me do this. I'm sorry I was flip earlier. I promise I won't. Tim. Please I beg you." Her words cut off as he shifted his hand and rocked the edge of his thumb back and forth across her clit. The sound she made was pitiful, as if he was hurting her. And perhaps he was, but not with this little touch. She made a mewling sound deep in her throat and shuddered hard. "Mine to do with as I please. Fucking say it Jenny." He began to fuck her with his fingers, keeping contact against her clit. His cock pressed hard as a rock under her, confined painfully in his pants. " Say you are mine. You seemed so happy about it earlier." The waiter leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, "You can smell her. How much she wants it. Like a bitch in season." The suit snorted, dark eyes riveted to the slide of Tim's fingers into her wet cunt, panties twisted to the side. Jenny jerked as if she'd been slapped, but Tim held her, forced her to stay where he wanted her, pushing her higher. Pleasure fire lined in spirals out into her body. She squirmed and twisted in his lap and he could feel her begin to tense around his fingers. "Say it." She groaned and threw her head back against his shoulder, teeth gritting. Her hands fell to the backs of his wrists, her pink nails biting into him. He did not care, could hardly feel the sting and bite, blood rushing in his head, the sense of power and control intoxicating. Her back lifted in hard fine little jerks and he felt how close she was. "Say it." "Yours," she cried out, "Oh God, Tim." Her legs slid against his as her knees came up as her body contorted, her orgasm hitting her and rolling through her body like a flash rainstorm, hitting like strikes of lightening, frisioning down her nerve endings. "I'm yours." She panted pitifully, words coming between hard primal pulses. When the waves began to slow, she was bent forward, head hanging, panting. Tendrils of her hair against her damp neck, clinging to her cheek, lips parted, eyes dilated and lust blind. Only slowly did she see again, the legs of strangers. Polished black shoes. Shame waved in through her, turning her scarlet in his arms. He withdrew his hand from her body and reached around painting her mouth and cheeks with her own wet. "You want me to fuck you in front of them. Feel how wet you are." She shrunk on his lap. He had denied her before, but was now offering and she did want him, with brilliant intensity. Tim pushed her forward enough that he could unfasten his trousers. The cool air and exposure made him throb, the softness of her skirt against the back of his hands. Defeated, head bowed she sat trembling, thighs parted. Tim reached out and claimed her head by her ponytail, bringing it up, making her look at the men. "They want me to fuck you in front of them." "Hell yeah." The waiter said, rubbing the side of his hand against his crotch, blatantly adjusting himself. The suit managed a sarcastic smile, a curl of his lips and another slow drag on his cigarette. Tim drew her yielding body backward, dragging her up his thighs, "Lift." He commanded, and she did. Her hands pressed down on his knees and she lifted her hips for him. The unbelievable sweetness of her submission made him hurt and throb. Her hips arched back so sweetly, offering herself to him. She wanted him, whatever the price. He settled the head of his cock against her tender wet folds. She was sweet hot like a brand, fluid and willing. He found his voice was almost gone as he whispered into her hair, "Down." Molten, infinite sweetness, gods she was snug as hell. He groaned into her hair and his hands gripping her hips pulling her more fully down against him. She made the most pitiful sweet sound as he pushed his hips up into her. His hand in a fist, holding her ponytail, one arm gripping around her, he thrust up into her. He pushed his hand down her belly and palmed her mound, cupping her, squeezing and holding her as he thrust up harder into her. It was too sweet to resist, too much pleasure to contain or hinder his desire to drive up hard into her, to hurt her a little. She fought at first, gripping his wrist and struggling as he used her, "Easy," he whispered, "Give to me." She made a desperate sound, hips twisting with his next thrust, and then she yielded, giving over into what he wanted. She went limp in his arms and he fucked her harder. She shook violently in the circle of his arms, even wetter and hotter around his aching cock. The waiter had unfastened his pants and drawn out his cock. Stroking the length his eyes bored into pretty Jenny as he stepped forward. Tim growled, "Don't touch her," he panted against her neck, "She's mine." Tim felt his words make her come again, her body jerking hard in his grip, sweet waves around his cock, tightening to almost the point of pain. The sweetness was intense, her tight rhythmic gripping unhinged his own control and his orgasm moved up through him from the balls of his feet. He pushed into her as if he wanted to crack her pelvis, to split her in half, to claim her completely. She made harsh raw sounds each thrust upward, pitiful and pleading a he poured into her. She groaned in Tim's lap, spent, raw, exposed. The waiter grunted, standing before them, pulling his reddened cock. The waiter's orgasm splattered across Jenny's cheek and chin. The sensation making her head snap up and jerk to the side. She cried out as another splatter hit her cheek, and the strangers taste filled her mouth, drops striking her tongue. The humiliation of it made her bow over. The stranger scent clung in her hair, across her face. Her shoulders shook and she scrubbed at her cheek with her hand. Tim slowly, gently, drew her back up. "Look at him." Tim had to grip her hair to make her look, bring her gaze up to the man. "Thank him." She shuddered and he gave her head a very gentle shake. He repeated, "Thank him." Jenny gave a low miserable sob, "Thank you Sir." The waiter laughed and licked his own hand. Looking down at her condescendingly he squeezed down to the tip of his cock sending the last few drops to the floor, and then he tucked his spent cock back into his pants. Tim drew her back against his chest, his breathing still raw, "Good girl." The suit was looking at Tim now, "If you want to sell her, you can name your price." Jenny shrank in his lap and Tim cradled his arms around her. He nuzzled the back of her neck, holding her tenderly, "She's not for sale." The man shifted on his desk, standing and looking with a bit of contempt toward the waiter. His suit could not hide his arousal completely, the front of his trousers distorted, "You may name your price." Tim tightened his arms around Jen, "Nothing could make me sell her." The man drew out a business card and tossed to the floor by Tim's feet, "You may tire of her in time." He stood and beckoned the waiter, "She earned their dinner." The room felt empty and strange after the others were gone. The scent of sex, and dust, surrounded Tim and Jenny. He was loath to let her go. Things had changed tonight, they had moved into new spaces. His girl. His whore. He tightened his arms around her. He pulled her around on his lap and cradled her in his arms. He wiped her face with his hand, removing a bit of the other man's spend. Her big blue eyes turned up to him. "I love you." His hand cradled her cheek and she curled into his chest, wordless, chocked with emotion and feelings, completely vulnerable to him. He held her for a long time, in the dim dusty room.