55 comments/ 102597 views/ 106 favorites New View By: New View "Van, we've never even dated! Now stop!" "You're trying to tell me that you let that bitch Mark hit, but you don't want me. Bitch please." God damn Mark and his God damn lies. He pushed me onto the bed and grabbed his dick. It was already hanging out of his pants. What they say about steroids and shrinkage, it's true. He was on me in a second, ripping my panties off from under my skirt. "See, you wore this shit for me!" My heart was racing as I flailED around trying to fight him off, but he was so heavy and big. He gripped both of my wrists and held them down over my head. His other hand ripped open my shirt. "No! Get the fuck off of me!" He slapped me. I don't know why, but it shocked me. "Shut up, bitch! I'm getting me a piece of--" He was cut off as someone's arm wrapped around his neck. He let me go, choking as he tried to pry the arm loose. They were spinning around, his eyes popping open a little wider. Jason. It was Jason. He had him from behind in a choke hold. Oh God. He didn't stand a chance. Van was so much bigger. But even as I thought it, I could see Van struggling to stay conscious, fighting for every breath. And then, nothing. Jason let go and he dropped to the floor like a pile of bricks. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up, wrapping his jacket around me. He didn't say a word as he pulled me out the door and through the crowd. I moved with him, thoughtless and relieved. I heard a horn beep as he unlocked the doors to BJ's Escalade. He opened the passenger door for me and helped/pushed me in. I watched him as he walked around to the driver's side. His face was a study of calm rage. He turned on the heater as he drove, I don't know how he knew I needed it, but I was infinitely appreciative. "Don't bother reporting it. I'll deal with Van. And I'll have a talk with Terri about his clientele." "Wait! My car!" I don't know why I was worried about it now. Maybe I just wanted to say something, anything. Just confirming that I could. "Don't worry. It'll be in the driveway in the morning." He never looked at me, his eyes staring straight at the road. His hands almost strangling the steering wheel. He turned on the radio. It was a soft classical station. Then he reached over and held my hand. I'm not sure if it was to reassure me, or himself. When we pulled up to the security gate, the guard looked at us strangely before he opened it. Jason drove me to his house and parked. He watched as I walked across our yards to my door and went in. Both of my parents were asleep. I walked up to my room and turned the lights on. When I looked out the window I saw Jason looking up at me. I turned around and fell onto my bed, grabbing Mr. Bobbles, my teddy bear, as I thought about what almost happened to me. Oh God. My bastard half-brother had just saved me from being raped, and I didn't even say thank you. I couldn't think of any time where I had ever said a kind word to him, let alone a civil one. In elementary, I had denied that we were even related. In middle school, I called him my father's cum stain. That little nickname stuck with him halfway through high school. As I thought about it, I realized that he had never retaliated. He never called me names. He never even tried to contradict me. He just took it. It wasn't until BJ started kicking ass for him that all the name calling stopped. My little half-brother, who never played a sport in his life, took down Van, the star, steroid jacked, quarterback in less than a minute. Jason had saved me from being raped, maybe saved my life. Who knows what Van would have done? I was still shaken up, but after a while, thinking of my brother watching over me, I drifted off to sleep. -------- When I woke up, the first thing I did was run downstairs. My car was sitting in the driveway, looking to all the world like I had actually driven home. I ran back upstairs and grabbed my phone. I had a couple of messages from Shannon and Haley, but I ignored them. I started to text Jason to thank him, then I realized I didn't have his number. Of course I don't have his number, I thought. When was the last time I talked to him? I looked out the window. He was outside with BJ and Terri. I saw Jason look up to my window. He turned and said something to the others. Terri and BJ got into the Escalade while Jason started up his bike and they drove off. "God damn it!" Daddy screamed, "That damn hoodlum needs to be arrested for making all that damn racket!" "Daddy, that's just BJ's sound system." "Then he and his hoodlum friends need to find a jail cell," he said as he walked by. "Your mom and I are going out. We'll probably be back sometime tomorrow evening." He was still talking as he walked away, his voice fading down the hallway. I went into my bathroom and stripped out of last night's clothes. I turned the water as hot as it could be, I wanted to burn Van off of my body. I scrubbed and washed until it hurt. And then I scrubbed and washed some more. I looked myself over as I dried off. There weren't any bruises or marks, but I could still see every part of me that he had touched. As I was getting dressed, Mom walked into my room. "Morning." "Morning, Mom." "Shoes." "Right over there," I said pointing to the bed. I pulled on a polo shirt and walked out of the closet. "So where are you and dad going?" "Fundraiser," she said as she walked passed me into the closet looking over my shoes. "How was last night?" I felt a shiver run up my back. "It was okay," I lied. "Marge! You ready?" Daddy yelled from downstairs. Mom walked over and kissed me on the cheek. "See you when we get back." "Marge!" "I'm coming!" she shouted back. "Your father is so impatient," she said to me while walking out. Alone in the house, I took my phone downstairs to the kitchen so I could call Sharron while I raided the fridge. When I turned it back on there was another text message from an unknown number. It said, "Don't tell anyone what happened." For a second I thought it was from Van, but I had his number. Jason? I decided to call him. "Yo, who it is?" "This is Katie, who's this?" "Terri. Did you get my message?" "Yeah, is Jason there?" "Yeah, hold on." I heard him pass the phone around. "Hello." "Hi, Jason, I just wanted to say thanks for helping me out." "Just remember not to say anything. I've already taken care of it." Then the line went dead as he hung up. I wanted to be mad, but I've done a lot worse to him than hang up in his face, like sliding a bunch of condoms into his locker so they spilled out when he opened it. Really, I didn't know what I was feeling. But I had been mad at Jason for years, it was safe, normal. I needed normal. Why did he want me to stay quiet about it? I needed to report Van. Who knows what he might do to someone else? I saved the phone number, just in case Jason called me from Terri's phone again. As I was sitting down to eat, Haley called me. "Hello?" I answered. "Hey Besty! What happened to you last night?" "Nothing, I just needed to get home." "Well, anyway, guess what? Kevin asked me out!" she screamed, not giving me a chance to guess. "We're going to a movie tonight!" "Cool," I said, trying to sound excited for her. Kevin was an up and comer. Dating Haley would push him into the popular crowd. As far as I was concerned, she wasn't dating too far below herself. He also didn't rape anyone. "Oh, and did you hear about Van?" "What about Van?" I asked, suddenly scared and nervous at the same time. "Well, the official story is that he got into a car wreck, but I heard that he got jumped and got his ass kicked," she whispered. Why the hell was she whispering? Did she think the FBI was tapping the phones? Oh shit! Jason. Act natural, act natural. "Why would anyone want to jump Van?" "No idea, but I'm betting it was Terri and BJ. Van got the pills for the party from Terri, he probably did something to piss him off." Plus, everyone one knew Jason and BJ were Terri's muscle. So close and yet so far. "Is he going to be okay?" "Yeah, but his football career is over. Whatever happened to him, he broke his elbow. They say he can't fully extend it and he never will." "That sucks." Wow, Jason really did a number on him. "Plus he has a couple of broken ribs, and a concussion. And his face is pretty bruised up." Good, the little prick deserved it. I was happy, relieved. I had gotten my justice. Jason had given me justice. That was a sobering thought. I heard the doorbell ring and went to answer it. My eggs were cold now. Oh well, it was kind of late for breakfast anyway. As I opened the door, Sharron walked right in. "Hey, Haley, Sharron just came over, let me call you back." "Okay. Laters. Tell Sharron I said hi." I closed the door and walked back into the kitchen where Sharron was fixing herself a plate. She was never shy about making herself right at home. She came and sat down at the table with me. "He's gay." "What?" I hadn't been paying attention to her, my mind bouncing back and forth between Jason and Van. "Ron. He's gay." "No he's not." "Yeah, he is." "How do you know?" "He told me. He hasn't come out to his parents yet. Melissa was just a beard. He met his boyfriend at the party." I broke out laughing as Sharron glared at me. God that felt good. I never thought laughing would ever be so enjoyable. "Sorry," I choked out, still laughing. "I can't help it!" "Go ahead. That's right, get it all out, Katie. God! Do you know how much work I put into him? Damn it!" She stabbed into the eggs angrily, although I don't think there's any other way to stab into anything. "So how was your night?" I sobered up immediately. I looked at Sharron, my best friend. The girl who knew I had kissed a frog hoping for a prince, who never told Veronica that I had let her dog out of its back yard, who had shared her cookies with me the first day of school. I looked at her and knew I couldn't not tell her. "Bad. Van tried to rape me." She spit her eggs out. "What! Are you okay?" She ran around the table and hugged me into her. "I'll kill that little-dicked bastard!" "Calm down," I said, trying to pull my head out of her breasts. "I'm fine. Jason saved me before he could do anything. And from what Haley told me, Van got what he deserved." "Wait... Jason saved you? Jason who? Not your br... that Jason?" "Yes, my brother Jason." ----- It had been a month since "the incident" as I called it. I hadn't told anyone about it except for Sharron. It was a trying time for me and everyone around me. I had snapped and barked at anyone who so much as said the letters "V" and "A" in the same sentence. I was demanding of the cheer squad. And a recluse at home. My mom finally dragged me out of the house with promises of Gucci and Prada. Sharron was patient, understanding. She took tongue lashings and insults and brushed them off. She held me through crying spells and listened to screaming. She had even suggested that I burn the closes from that night. And scoured the city with me when I realized too late that those were my mom's shoes. It took me a while, but I was back on my way to being me. The incident was just something that happened, it wasn't defining me anymore. I didn't flinch when a boy touched me anymore. Daddy was able to hug me again. I was more myself with each day. Today was the first day Van was supposed to be back in school, and I was worried about how he would react. Sharron rode to school with me, mostly for moral support. When we got to the courtyard, my eyes immediately scanned the courtyard for Jason like they had for the past month. He was sitting on the steps of the gazebo like always, smiling and laughing with BJ and Terri. He looked over at me, and for the first time I can remember, he smiled at me. Then the softball girl from the party walked over and sat on his lap. I wished there was a way I could ask about her without it being suspicious. After all, why the hell would I care who Jason was talking to? Stupid little slut. Then I saw him. Van. He was still wearing a cast and I could see on his face where some of the bruises had been. He looked over in my direction and I froze. Sharron grabbed my arm, sensing my discomfort. "Come on," she said, pulling me over to a group of cheerleaders on the other side of the courtyard where we chatted with the other cheerleaders until my first class. I swear I could feel Van's eyes on me, but every time I tried to look, Sharron would tug my arm or pull me into the conversation. Math is a boring-ass subject. No matter how cute or cool the teacher is (and Prof. Hopkins was definitely cute), it's still math. I walked out of the classroom, making sure to give Prof. Hopkins an extra wiggle or two if he cared to notice. He was married, but I wanted an A. As I was walking across the campus to my geography class I heard Van call out to me. "Fuck off, Van." I picked up my pace, walking as fast as I could without breaking out into a jog. I needed to go to the car for my book, but that would mean turning around. I was going to regret that later, but I had to keep moving. "Hey wait a second," he said as he started following me. "I just wanted to say I was sorry." He reached out to touch my shoulder, but I brushed his hand off. "Fuck you and your apology." I was talking a lot braver than I felt. "Look Katie, I was--" He was interrupted by a hard shove in the back. "Fuck off, Van." It was BJ. Big, muscular, beats down 300 pound linemen every day BJ. His face was set in firm disapproval as he looked at Van. He dropped his backpack on the ground beside him, making both Van and I look at the entire picture. Those strong legs, the tight shirt screaming out to his huge chest for mercy, the big muscles in his arms, and those anvils he had the nerve to call fists. Standing in strict foreboding of Van and his broken arm. Van didn't say anything as he walked off to do something, I didn't give a fuck what. BJ bent down and picked up his backpack. "Come on," he said, "I'll walk you to your class." "Thanks, but--" "No buts. I'm not doing it for you. Now come on." Wow, rude and lifesaving much. He walked me to my class, never saying a word. I was already late, but BJ wasn't in any rush. "This is me," I said to him. He opened the door for me, nodded at the teacher, and walked off. ----- When I got home that day I went straight to my room. My mom had left a note on my door that she and Daddy were staying at a friend's house tonight. That's the thing about money and parents. The more money they make, the less of a parent they usually are. Sharron had awesome parents. They were as rich as mine were, but they fully believed in paying people and delegation. I stripped out of my cheerleading uniform and pulled on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. No need to be cute, I just wanted to be comfortable. My phone rang with an unknown number. "Hello?" "Did he do anything?" "I'm sorry, who is this?" "Jason. Did Van do anything? BJ told me he saw him talking to you." "Oh, no, he was just apologizing." "I told him not to say a word to you. I'll make sure he gets the message this time." "WAIT! Jason don't!" "Excuse me?" "He didn't do anything. Just let it go okay?" "Fine." I heard the click of as he hung up. Again. God, did he even know how to say good-bye? I walked over to my window to find him looking up at me. I waved awkwardly. He smiled, kind of. It was part smile, part smirk. I could tell he was inwardly making fun of my awkward wave. I went and lay down on my bed. As sick as it was, ever since that night, I had a new favorite fantasy. I reached into my nightstand and pulled out one of my dildos. It was dark blue, seven inches long with pulsating studs, and it was definitely worth the three AA batteries it used. I sat it to the side for a moment as I pulled my sweatpants and panties down to my ankles. My hands moved in tandem as I pictured Van's room in my mind. Jason choking him out as I lay on the bed. One hand played with a breast, slowly working its way to my nipple. My other hand played with the lips of my pussy, slowly letting me get wet and ready for the main event. Jason looked at me as Van fell down and passed out. He walked over, unzipping his pants, his hard dick pushing its way out looking angry and demanding. I lay motionless on the bed, my skirt pushed up, my panties ripped away, my legs spread, my eyes going back and forth from his stern face to his hard dick. His eyes locked on my pussy as he walked over to me. I squeezed and pulled on my nipple as my other hand played with my clit. His eyes slowly made their way up my body as he stood over me. I closed my legs, suddenly brought back to myself. He placed his hands on my knees and applied a little force, barely anything, just enough to let me know what he wanted, his eyes never leaving my own. I slowly opened my legs up to him. He lowered himself over me, his dick finding itself, guiding itself, to my passage as he stared into my eyes. I grabbed my dildo and clicked it on, and still playing with my nipple I slid it into myself. God, it was good. The pulsating studs played against my slick, hot walls as it went deeper and deeper. I pulled my hand away from it. It knew how to do its job without any of my help. Both of my hands now pulled at my nipples, grabbing and kneading my breasts. He grabbed my wrists, and lowered his face to mine, his lips barely touching my own. That was it. That's all it took for me to understand. I was his. I was his reward, his prize. He had slain the ogre and I was his princess trophy. His mouth came to me again. His tongue slipped past my lips and danced with mine. His dick slowly slid into me as I moaned into his mouth. He didn't stop, though. He was just beginning. He pulled out, only to thrust back in. In and out, in and out. Slowly, gently, he pumped himself into me. His grip on my wrists never let up. Not that I tested it. I had already surrendered to him. His kiss never ceased. He would pull back, just long enough to breathe, to look into my eyes, before diving into me again, diving into my passion, drowning me in his. I could feel every inch of his dick as he drove himself inside me, every vein as they pulsed against the walls of my pussy. Then it changed. He broke the kiss and sat up. He released my wrists to grab my hips and pulled me into him, delving into my depths. I could feel him, his urgency, searching my depths for the deepest parts of me, to claim all of me, to mark me for his own, to make me his victory. He pounded into me. There was no more softness to him. This was the champion, the victor, driving himself in and out of me, driving me deeper and deeper into pleasure. Oh God, I could feel my body tightening, readying itself for the inevitable. I grabbed my tits hard, my fingernails digging in. He pushed into me, hard. His strong arms held my legs straight up against his chest and around his neck, my pussy releasing and contracting around his dick as he pulled himself deeper into me. He pushed into me until he had nothing left of himself. I felt him explode. His juices were splashing against my walls, inscribing his victory in my passion. There was a look of immense relief and pleasure written on his face as he breathed out his final release. I came. My back arched, every muscle in my body went taught, my juices gushing out around the dildo. God, it was good. The cool air of my room chilled the light sheen of sweat on my skin. I reached down to pull the dildo out of me. I was so sensitive after an orgasm like that, but if I moved that thing too quickly it would only make me shove it back in for another round. Not right now. Right now I was out of breath and feeling guilty. I wondered what I would have done if Jason had actually approached me that night. New View How sick was I? I was fantasizing about the night I was almost raped! I was fantasizing about fucking my brother! My little brother! Even worse, I was thinking about fucking my daddy's bastard son! I slid my dildo under my pillow as I lay in the bed, catching my breath. I always seemed to come hard from that fantasy now, even harder than with my motorcycle fantasy. What was it about fucking Jason that always made me come so hard? I pulled my sweatpants on and stood up. As I walked to the window, I could smell the scent of my pussy in the air. I looked out to see Jason doing something with his motorcycle. He was concentrating, devoted to his task. He was out there, my bastard half-brother. He was outside, alone, and unwanted. I made my decision. I was going to talk to my brother. No. I was going to fuck my brother. No, even more than that. I was going to belong to him, I was going to be his. My brother, the man who had been there when I most needed a champion and guardian. I was going to give myself to my brother, the man I had looked down my nose at for his entire life, who I had hurt every chance I had gotten. God forgive me, I was going to love my brother. ----- I ran downstairs into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. Halfway to the door I turned around. I had watched Jason cutting the yard for years now, and I remembered that he could guzzle a bottle of water in seconds. I grabbed another bottle and double-timed it to the front door, stopping before I opened it to catch my breath. I had watched Jason for years from my window. For years I had almost gone outside and talked to him. But I was my daddy's girl. He was my daddy's unwanted bastard child. There was so much between us, so much space and distance and meanness, and I had never done anything to bridge it. Jason was younger than me by two months. He was my little brother and I had done my best to make sure he was always an outcast. When I felt like I was breathing somewhat close to normal, but not yet giving myself time to rethink what I was doing, I opened the door and threw myself out. I walked across the grass. Casual, act casual. He's just your brother. He's just the guy you've been fantasizing about for years, and now you're going to fuck him. He's just the guy you've been treating like shit and now you love him. Shit. He hadn't noticed me yet. I could still turn back. I was right at the property line. I took another step and suddenly I was on foreign land, in enemy territory. Daddy was going to kill me. I could feel my heart trying to bursting through my chest, but I kept walking. He was sitting on the ground, tools surrounding him as he sat back and looked at his bike. "Jason?" "Yeah?" His voice was soft, inviting. "Um... here," I stuck a bottle of water out to him, almost like I was holding out a piece of meat for a vicious dog. He turned around and took it from me, immediately opening it up and downing it in seconds. "So, what are you doing?" "Nothing." "You're obviously doing something." "Nope. But you always come home and watch me for thirty minutes or so, and you seem to be pissed off at me the next day if you don't see me. So I usually find something to do." "WHAT!? What are you talking about?!" Cover! Cover! I need a cover story! Deny everything! "From your window. Whenever you come home you watch me." "I do not!" "You realize that I can see you right? I mean, when you first started doing it you would stand to the side so I wasn't sure, but then you got more brazen and you started standing in the middle of the window." He was so calm, so matter of fact. "Why didn't you ever say anything?!" Damn it, girl! What happened to deny everything? "You seemed to be having more fun watching and not being seen. Who was I to ruin your game?" He finally turned and looked at me. It was there, that same smile/smirk that I had seen the other day. It was cute, enduring. "So, you just come out here and do whatever so I can watch you?" "Yep. But I've already cut the yard this week and washed the bike twice. So I'm pretending to work on it." The bastard. He had been watching me watching him. Watching me judge him. Even in his own home he hadn't been safe from me. But I could build on this now. This was ours. Our secret. Something we could both share now. "Well, you can go inside now." I tossed him the other bottle of water. "I've seen enough of you. For now," I smiled. I turned and walked away, throwing a little extra sway into my hips, just in case he was watching. Though I'm sure he probably wasn't, just to be annoying. I closed the front door and ran up to my room, slamming my door and sliding down against it, smiling. I had done it. I had a normal, friendly conversation with my brother. I crawled over to my window on my hands and knees, slowly rising to look out of the bottom of the blinds. He waved. Asshole. There was no way he could see me, he just knew I was going to do it. I watched as he picked up the tools he had scattered around himself and went inside. Yes, I definitely wanted to see more of my brother. More brother, less clothes. As I watched him go inside, I was a little disappointed. I wasn't totally done looking at him. I turned around, my back against the wall as my hand slid into my sweatpants. Really Katie! Again! I pictured Jason grabbing my hand as I turned to leave. He pulled me down on top of him, his eyes looking at me expectantly. I wouldn't disappoint him. I knew what he wanted. I moved my lips to his, letting my tongue flick his upper lip. He opened his mouth up to me. We fell back onto the driveway as he pulled me down with him, my lips still locked with his as our two tongues tangled together. The flat of my hands felt the heat from the driveway cement as I straddled one of his legs. His hands slid under my sweatpants, gripping my panty-clad ass, making me hump his leg like a bitch in heat. I could feel my pussy gathering its moisture, his dick hardening against my leg, his tongue submitting to my will. He was giving me control, but he still owned me. His hands pulled aside my panties as he slid a finger into my pussy. I broke our kiss, lifting my head to moan. Looking down on him I could see that smile/smirk on his face as he enjoyed my pleasure. He finger fucked me. I was being finger banged in the middle of my uncle's driveway in broad daylight by my bastard brother. I moaned out again, barely able to catch my breath as he added a second finger into my pussy. He was playing inside of me with my spot, rubbing my clitty in the most amazing ways with his thumb, all the while smile/smirking up at me. "Fuck me Jason, please fuck me!" He didn't say anything, just smiled and pumped his fingers into me even harder, faster, deeper. I needed more, more heat, more pleasure, more him. I needed his cock. I could feel it, hard and solid against my leg. "Tell me," he said. "I need it Jason. I need you to fuck me. Any way you want. Please!" The bastard he was, his fingers slowed down. "I don't know..." "Please!" I begged him, his fingers moving maddeningly slow inside me, "Anything you want, everything you want! PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!!" He pulled one of his hands out and opened his pants, his hard dick flopping out to slap against his stomach. "Where do you want it?" "In my pussy," I panted out, trying to hold off my orgasm until I could get him inside me, not wanting to come until I was truly full and fulfilled. "That wasn't very convincing." "Please Jason, shove your hard dick up your dirty sister's fuck hole!" "Katie! We're home!" FUCK MY LIFE!!! FUCKING PARENTS!!! I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and sucked myself off of them. I like the taste of my pussy, but it was a small consolation prize to what I was owed for all my hard work. There is nothing in this world more inhumane and torturous and cruel than interrupting someone who is masturbating. And I was so close! I let myself calm down while shooting evil thoughts at my mother and father, questions about life insurance and CSI and jury selection running through my head. Giving up the remnants of my would-be orgasm, I stood up, my fingers still in my mouth, when suddenly my mom poked her head into my room. "Hey honey, I brought Chinese. Something wrong with your hand?" "No," I said through my fingers. "Closed my drawer on them." "Ouch," she said, sympathetically wincing. "Well, come down to the kitchen when you're ready." I wondered how sympathetic she would have been had she known what I was doing, or who I was thinking about. I went downstairs to the dining room where my parents had lain out a Chinese feast. I made myself a plate and sat down across from my mother. "So how was your day, sweetness?" Daddy asked me. "Pretty good, Daddy. We had a good practice today. I think the squad is going to do really good when Haley takes over." "That's good. Always leave your past in good standing, sweetness. That's always a good strategy, and you never know when you'll need to use some of those people later on in life. You don't want them thinking you abandoned them." Like you abandoned my brother, I thought. As angry it made me, the thought just didn't really sink in. After all, he was my daddy, the man who had held me and danced with me when I was a little girl, who had kissed boo boo's and sat in at tea parties, who had scared and terrified my boyfriends since I started dating. It was kind of hard to hate that man. "How 'bout you, Daddy?" "Pretty good. We've got a couple of new cases we're gonna try to flush out over the next two weeks. I'm afraid your mom and I are gonna be going out of town, sweetness." Mom never let Daddy out of her sight for too long. Not since...well, Jason. And even better. We were out. It was Teacher Camp, some training thing for the teachers at the school. Oh blessed heavens! "That's okay, Daddy, I've got credit cards." He laughed, "Just don't go crazy." "And no parties," Mom threw in. "Do I ever?" "No, but that's more of a just in case you get the idea I'll have you buried in the back yard kind of warning," she said. "Have all the parties you want, just don't have any boys over here." "John! Don't contradict me!" "I'm not! It's an addendum," he said defensively. "So when are you guys leaving?" "Tomorrow morning," Mom answered. Daddy's trips never lasted less than two weeks. Plus, he usually took mom on some kind of vacation. He often sent a plane ticket to me once the vacation started so I've seen most of the world. Venice, Rome, Paris, Damascus. The privileges of having a rich daddy. "Any problem with Sharron and Haley spending the weekend?" "Just don't let Sharron drink my liquor cabinet dry." Mom and I both laughed. A few months ago, Daddy got into a drinking contest with Sharron. To his everlasting shame, especially since we brought it up as often as possible, Sharron drank him under the table. And the next morning, he was as hung over as could be, but Sharron was all smiles and brightness. As small as she is, I have no clue where it goes, but the girl can drink. After dinner we put the dishes in the sink. Our bi-weekly maid Elizabeth worked tomorrow, so she would take care of them. Daddy wasn't allowed anywhere near Elizabeth. She had curves for fucking days. Days. She actually did live in the area, too. She was the daughter of a major cleaning company founder and heiress to the cleaning industry. Apparently, if she wanted to inherit, she had to work just like the people who she would later give orders to and prove herself before her mother would let her take over the company. Unlike my mom and I, she had tits, not breasts. If she wasn't a DD, I wasn't a redhead. She was part Hispanic and had the hips to prove it. Long curly black hair that went half-way down to her back. She spoke Spanish, French, and English fluently. No, Daddy wasn't even allowed to be in the house alone by himself if Elizabeth was here. My mom wasn't stupid after all; fool her once, and never again. I went up to my room and fell dreamily onto my bed. Two weeks sans parentals. Glorious. And if I could get Jason to fall dreamily into my bed during that time... I shivered with the thought. I struggled out of my pants and panties as I threw off my shirt. My hand immediately went to my clit. I reached under my pillow for my dildo, but thought better of it; it might be a little too loud if Daddy was going to be walking back and forth between his office and bedroom. Instead, I fingered myself. I fingered myself to thoughts of my brother. I pictured his hard naked body sliding into my bed, his skin against mine, his hot solid dick sliding into my wet pussy. God, was I wet. I could hear the sounds of my pussy as my fingers slid in and out of me, faster and faster as my pleasure mounted. I could almost feel Jason's warm breath on my ear as he fucked himself into me, pounding me closer and closer to the edge, bringing me higher and higher until it was getting hard for me to catch my breath. I wanted to scream, scream for more, scream for Jason, scream for anything, just scream so that the world could know how good this was, but common sense and parents kept my vocal cords in check. I panted hard, denied the chance to give voice to my pleasure. Jason was moaning into my ear, "Yes, Katie, yes. Give it to me. Give me my pussy! That's my pussy isn't it?" "Yes, Jason. It's your pussy. All yours!" He thrust himself into me harder with each stroke. The heat and pressure of him on top of me, the slickness of sweat-soaked skin sliding over mine, the depth of his hard cock sliding into me. God yes! I came. I came hard. My pussy juices flowed out of me, soaking my hand and leaving a nice large wet spot on my comforter. I slid underneath my covers, licking my hand, surrounded by my smell, thinking of Jason and his smile/smirk as I drifted off to sleep, visions of his dick dancing in my pussy. ----- I sat down at the table with Sharron and Haley and a few other hangers-on, people who just wanted to be seen with the popular people. I had already told Sharron and Haley that they would be staying at my place this weekend, sans parents. Not that I didn't have plans for Jason, but it had been a long observed ritual between me and Sharron. Haley's inclusion just meant she was part of the Dynamic Duo now. I guess that meant we needed a new name. Titanic Trio? No, the Titanic was a tragedy. The Tremendous Trio? Maybe. "How'd you do on Mr. Evan's test in geography?" Sharron asked me. We shared the teacher, but not the class. "Not bad. Not great, but not bad," I told her. "Damn. I was hoping to get some answers from you." Sharron sucked at geography, just like me. I was an English girl. Give me grammar and punctuation over the capitol of some obscure African nation any day. I laughed. "I can give you some, but you'll just end up fucking yourself." Terri walked up to our table. "Hey, can I talk to you?" Everyone at the table looked at me. Terri never talked to anyone. He sent his softball bitches to talk to people for him. One said softball bitch was sitting across the caf on my brother's lap, feeding him a salad. She was in a softball uniform and a black choker around her neck. Terri was not one of my favorite people right now. "Sure, Terri." I got up and followed him back by the bathrooms. "So, uh, I guess I kind of owe you an apology." "For what?" "Well, for the whole Van thing. See, he was kind of on a 'roid rage. Add some X and uppers to that and a cute girl, and well..." "You get rapist. That is until you add lucky savior brother, then you get ass kicking." "Yeah. So, sorry. I'm not very good at this whole apologizing thing am I?" "No, you aren't. Tell me this though, who broke his elbow?" "Jason. I broke his ribs though. And BJ gave him the concussion. Plus, I've cut him off, and told everyone in the city he can't buy shit." He seemed sort of desperate about this. "Well, apology accepted." I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "And this one is for BJ." I kissed him on the other one. "And this one is for Jason." I gave him a quick peck on the lips and walked back to my table. He looked a little dazed and surprised as I watched him walk back over to Jason. It did have the added effect of him sending softball bitch away so they could talk in private. Terri was quickly rising in my Jason-Katie-centric view of the world. "What was that about, getting us some party favors for this weekend?" Haley asked smiling. One taste of X and the girl's addicted. "Please, he just wanted to ask me something about someone else. Terri's on the hunt for non-payment." It was a good excuse. There was always someone trying to dodge Terri. It never turned out well, not when he had BJ to enforce all his deadlines. And, apparently, Jason was no one to sleep on either. "So where is the party this weekend, Kay?" one of the hangers-on asked. Smart. Using a nickname to seem closer to me than she was. I liked that kind of person. "No idea. I'm going out of town with the 'rents." "Ooo, where to?" asked another. "Malaysia." No need for anyone to know that my house was vacant this weekend. "Cools." The conversation turned to tourist spots and hotels as Sharron, Haley, and I laughed at a joke only we could understand. Never let the hanger-on's know the real deal. As the conversation drifted, I let my mind and gaze wonder. So, BJ was my guardian in the background, Terri had apologized to me for something he couldn't have known would have happened, most likely because my brother made him, and my brother didn't hate me. That was the most amazing thing. I hadn't talked to Jason since yesterday, but when our eyes met now, there was a quick smile shared between us. I found that I liked my brother's smile. I liked having it to myself. I had told Sharron and Haley to come over after seven. Hopefully, Jason would still give me my thirty minutes, even if I knew what the game was now. After my last class of the day, I went to meet Sharron to remind her to come over to my house after her rehearsal. She was infamous for forgetting a date. She even flaked on Joshua Bernstein, Jew boy extraordinaire and third cutest guy in the school, because she got wrapped up in a play and forgot about him. As I rounded the corner to her Chemistry class, I saw her coming out of the lab with Jason. What the hell. They were smiling and laughing with each other. Jason never laughed with anyone but Terri and BJ. What the hell. They parted ways as they came out of the lab room. As Sharron walked over to me I pretended I hadn't seen anything. "Hey, Besty," she called out, imitating Haley. "Hey, just came to remind you to come to my place after rehearsal," I said with a false cheerfulness. I smiled at her, when all I wanted was to rip Jason's laughter out of her. "It's in my phone," she laughed as she ran off to the theater room. ----- He gave it to me. My thirty minutes. He was sitting outside in the front yard studying. I went downstairs and grabbed two bottles of water and walked across the lawn. He looked so serious. Always so serious, no matter what he was doing. I tossed the bottle of water at him without saying anything. He caught it; I knew he would. "Hey." "Hi there." "What are you studying?" "Organic Chemistry II." Translation: advanced geek. "Don't you take Inorganic?" Translation: normal person. "Yeah. But that's because the school wouldn't let me test out." "Oh. So is Sharron your lab partner?" "Yep. I saw you, you know." Actually, I didn't know. How the hell does he always see everything? "Did you ever think of seeing someone about these paranoid delusions? You seem to see me everywhere. In windows, around corners..."