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New View Ch. 02

By: shaide87



Once again, a huge thanks to LizHaze for her editing prowess. And another huge to thanks to everyone who commented! I originally wasn't sure if I was going to keep the story going or not, but you got it out of me, so thanks soooo much. Some of you left me with a couple of ideas, so there will be another chapter. It'll probably be a month or two, I still have to go to work guys. But thank you all for your comments and votes! Please keep it up, it's what got me to keep writing! And without further ado, I give you New View Chapter 2 -Shaide

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The popcorn was prepped, the wine was chilled, and the Blu-ray was ready to go. All I needed now was for Sharron to bring the movies and Haley to bring her encyclopedic knowledge of everyone's business. I needed this weekend. We would drink, talk about boys, gossip, and just generally do whatever we felt like. Plus, this was the first time Haley would be sleeping over.

I was looking out of the kitchen window as I watched Haley's Jeep pull up. I had begged her to get a different car when we first met, something a cute girl should be seen in. Seriously, her Jeep was so ugly. But then she took me mudding. Ever since, I was a huge fan of her Jeep. I liked mudding, who knew? Not that my corvette would ever go near as much as a puddle.

I looked next door to see if Jason was home still. His bike was gone, but Uncle Vincent's Jag was in the driveway. I definitely wasn't going anywhere near Jason's place while Vincent was home. As far as anyone knew, the Sibling Cold War was still going strong. I couldn't ever remember Vincent saying so much as "Hello" to me, let alone stepping foot in this house. And I was sure he would feel the same awkwardness I would if I were to suddenly show up on his doorstep asking about Jason.

Sharron and Haley were already knocking at the front door and ringing the doorbell. "Besty! We're here!"

I ran and threw the door open. "Hey girls!" We exchanged hugs as they brought in the night's bounty. I was excited in a way I hadn't been in over a month. It was just me and my friends, no worries, no stress, just good old American girl fun. Haley was her cute bouncy self as she sat down on the couch with her bag. Sharron had walked right up the TV system and was putting in the first of many movies.

"Hey! Hold on! We gotta do the popcorn!"

"You haven't made the popcorn yet?"

"No! I was waiting on you two," I said indignantly.

"Fine. Come on."

She walked right into the kitchen, leaving the disc sitting in the open tray. Haley and I followed her. "Okay. Ready?"

"Set," I said as I closed the microwave door.

"Wait, what? Is this some kind of race?" Haley asked, obviously new to our particular brand of sleepover.

We both laughed. "No," Sharron said. "We're getting ready to leave all civilization behind us and enjoy our weekend of self-indulgence and friendship. My mom started it on our first sleepover and we've just kind of kept it going."

"Oh. Well, set then."

We all laughed as Sharron hit the start button on the microwave. "Go!"

We ate popcorn and drank beer through the first movie, some comedy Sharron had picked up. It was a good way to relax and decompress from weeks of school, parents, and expectations. No papers, no chores, and no one asking about grades. As the movie played, we let all of that go. We drank high calorie beer, burped, and laughed. And we didn't care what anyone thought of us.

When the movie ended, I stood up. "Haley. We, The Sisters That Sleep Over, welcome you to our order. In commemoration of this wonderful event," I said as I slowly walked over to her, all the while Sharron trying to keep a straight face knowing what was coming, "I drench you." And I poured my beer over her head.

"Ahhh!" Haley screamed. She ran to the kitchen, not knowing where the bathroom was, as Sharron and I rolled on the floor laughing. "What the hell!?"

We laughed harder as she stood in the doorway. Her hair was plastered to her face, her top soaked with beer as rivulets ran down her breasts. She looked so sad. Her lip quivered as she pouted, feeling like the butt of some evil joke. "Sorry, but Sharron's mom did it to us too," I laughed.

"We got Kool-Aid, but it means you're one of us now," Sharron said as she stood up. She took on an air of authority. "And by this drenching, do you, Haley Summers, swear that all that is revealed to you, and all that you witness, and... and..."

"All that you share," I provided.

"All that you share, shall be kept secret? Never to be revealed to any not of the Sisterhood that Sleeps Over?"

"I do," Haley said solemnly. "As long nothing else gets poured on me."

"No promises," I said. We smiled and had a group hug.

"Okay," Sharron said, "now out of those clothes."

"Ooo! I have the cutest pajamas," Haley said as she went to her bag. We laughed again. She was so new. "What now?"

"NJA. No Jammies Allowed."

"You can only wear the sexiest thing you have," I said. "We came up with it a few years back."

"I've got some cute panties..." she said, a little unsure of herself.

"Damn. We should have told her the rules ahead of time," I said to Sharron.

"This wouldn't have been as fun," Sharron said. "She has to learn the same way we did."

"You guys take this serious, don't you?"

"Equality Act of 1856. No sister is to wear more clothing than any other sister." Sharron had made up lots of rules. She said they were the same rules and traditions passed on to her from her mom and her mother before her and so on.

"Wait, does that mean..."

"Yup. Free those titties girls!" Sharron immediately proved to be the least self-conscious girl among us. She stripped off her shirt, unclasped her bra, and was free-breasting in less than a second.

Haley looked at me surprised. She probably thought this was another trick. "And I bought this really cute teddy for nothing," I grumbled as I stripped out of my shirt and bra. I looked at Haley expectantly and she followed suit.

"Let see those panties, sisters," Sharron said as she wiggled out of her jeans. She had her goodies wrapped up in a sexy pair of wine red panties. The contrast against her chocolate skin was delectable.

I took off my own jeans, leaving me in a pair of electric blue boy shorts that made my little bubble butt look like it needed popping.

We looked at Haley. "Fine." When she was done, she stood in a pair of black thong panties, and not too happy about it.

"Oooh, they are cute," Sharron said as she looked at her.

"Are there any more rules I need to know about?" Haley asked.

"What are you mad about?" I asked.

"Do you have any idea how long I was out looking for the perfect pair of pajamas?"

"Come on, with tits like those, you should be glad to let 'em wiggle." So saying, Sharron gave a little shake that jiggled her own.

"Big titty bitches," I said as I sat down, folding my arms over my little C cups.

"Awww, someone's feeling inadequate," Sharron said as she bent over, letting her breasts sway in front of me.

"It's okay, besty," Haley said, coming up behind me and setting her tits on my head. Well, one tit. The other one just kind of fell beside my head. "I'm sure you'll get bigger someday."

I did the only thing anyone in my position could do. I reached out and twisted Sharron's nipple. Hard.

"Ow! Bitch," she laughed.

I reached for Haley, but she immediately pulled her own ample bosom off my head and covered herself with her hands. "I'm gonna sit over here," she said, electing to sit on the other couch, away from me and my fingers.

Sharron walked over to the Blu-ray, her red-clad ass swaying this way and that, and put in the next movie. I went and opened the first bottle of wine. Haley immediately abandoned her beer and held out her glass and Sharron followed suit.

It was another comedy but we weren't really paying attention. "So how are things with you and Kevin?" I asked.

"Awesome! Kevin is sooo sweet! He brought me flowers the other day!"

"What for?"

"Our one month anniversary! I was so happy that he remembered!" She was actually gushing.

"What's he like in bed," Sharron asked as she sipped from her glass. Haley suddenly turned shy. "You haven't done it yet! Oh my God, it's been a month, how long are you gonna make the poor boy wait?"

"Sharron! She can wait if she wants to! In fact, I say the longer the better, make sure he deserves it."

"It's just, well, he's really sweet right now and you know how guys get after sex," Haley said defensively.

"Yeah, sweet goes out the window and they start expecting sex."

"Yeah, guys are douches," I said.

"So who's on your radar," Haley asked me.

"Well, there is this one guy," I said, thinking of Jason.

"Oh, really," Sharron said, suddenly paying attention to more than just her wine glass.

"Yeah. He's got this amazing body, and these lips, and--" probably a big thick cock that would ram in and out of my tight little pussy. I couldn't say that though. Hell, I probably should have just kept my mouth closed.

"Who is it?" Haley asked.

"Oh, um..." Yeah, should have kept my mouth closed. "It's classified."

"Come on, Katie," Sharron said. "Spill it."

"No way, I'm not even sure if he likes me yet," I said, trying to plead my way out.

"Besty! I can't believe you'd keep secrets from me," Haley whined, her tits bouncing as she threw her pouty face at me.

"Sorry ladies. Not telling. What about you?" I asked Sharron.

Thankfully, they let it drop. "Still knocking at the Ron door. Eventually he and his boyfriend are gonna break up, and when they do, BAM! I'll be there."

We all laughed. "But he's gay, Sharron. I don't think he'll be into those," Haley said, pointing at Sharron's fun bags.

"Look, Ron's too much man for any man to handle. He needs me. He's just confused right now."

"Oh sweet denial," I said.

"Shut up," she said, throwing a pillow at me. "And give me back my pillow!"

When the movie ended I changed it for a romance. "I wonder how much I could charge boys to let them in here," Haley mused.

We laughed. Three sexy women liquored up in only their panties, the boys would be falling over themselves to get through the door. Sharron's ass, Haley's tits, and my everything, we could probably make them fight for it.

The romance was great. I kept imagining that it was Jason and I in those scenes. Jason and I sitting down to coffee. Me introducing him to my friends at some party or mixer. Jason kissing me goodnight outside of my house. Waking up in the morning, opening my eyes to Jason looking at me, seeing the memory of the night before in his eyes. A night of lovemaking. I would have opened myself up to him, and he would have come. His lips on mine. His cock sliding into me. It would be a night of him slowly thrusting in and out of me as I moaned his name over and over. His hands on my breast, mine on his body. Surrendering to him as he gave himself to me. He would say my name as he came, and I would feel him release inside me.

"Katie's thinking of someone," Sharron mocked. I blushed as I suddenly realized that I was rubbing my nipples.

"Oooo! Katie and blah blah sitting in a tree," Haley sang.

"Bitches," I said, taking a sip of my wine. But I wanted that moment, that morning. I wanted to look into his eyes, first thing in the morning, and see him loving me. I wanted him not to be able to go five minutes without thinking about me. "I'm going to get more popcorn."

As I stood in the kitchen waiting on the popcorn, I saw headlights pull into Jason's driveway and the softball girl get out. Damn it! Who the hell was she? More importantly, who was she to Jason?

She walked up to the door and knocked. A few seconds later Vincent opened it up. She said something and he shook his head. Then she waved and went back to her car.

"Why are you watching Jason's place," Sharron asked.

I jumped and turned around. Busted! "What? No! I wasn't watching Jason's, I was waiting on the popcorn."

"The popcorn's done. It's been done for over a minute."

"I was letting it cool."

"Spill."

"Sharron, it's nothing," I said as I grabbed the popcorn. "I was just looking out the window and got distracted. Now come on, we're missing movie time." That's right Katie, end the conversation before this gets any worse.

"Fine, but this isn't over." Damn it.

The movie ended like they all do. The couple figured out they loved each other and everything was wonderful. We loved it. Well, they loved it. My mind was on Jason and his little softball groupie. I wondered where he was. Probably at some party. And she was out there, stalking him, hunting him down.

"Okay, what's next," Haley asked. "Horror?"

"Hell no! I can't watch those before bed," Sharron admitted. Hearing that, Haley popped in another romance. "Thank you."

I filled each of our glasses as we settled back in. "Last one ladies, then we hit the sack."

"Why so early?" Haley asked.

Sharron started giggling, "She likes to watch Saturday morning cartoons."

The both started laughing at me. "Hey! Those are some of the best shows," I said, defending my time-honored tradition.

When the movie ended we all headed upstairs. "So where am I sleeping?" Haley asked.

We looked at her and smiled. "We sleep in the same bed," Sharron said.

"Oh my god, I should have sold tickets!" We all laughed as we got into my room. "Wait, there's not some kind of lesbian initiation is there?"

We both looked at her as we pulled the sheets down on my bed. "Yes," I said. "Come here Haley," I told her in my best cheesy seductive voice. "Come and let us devour your body and seduce you. Lick on my pussy."

They both broke out laughing. "Besides," Sharron said, "Is there anyone else you'd want to lesbian seduce you more than us?"

"No, Haley, we're not seducing you. It's just what we do."

We all lay down, Sharron taking the middle, and turned inward. Sharron immediately cuddled up next to me, just like she always did. She was used to sleeping with a teddy bear her older brother had won for her, and when she didn't have it, she had her Katie bear. I had offered her Mr. Bobbles, but she said that felt like cheating on her own teddy bear.

I closed my eyes and tried not to think about Jason. It's a paradox though; the harder you try not to think about something, the more you do. I tried not to think about Jason holding me, breathing in my strawberry-kiwi shampoo. I didn't think about his hands moving up to my breasts, squeezing them, massaging them. I didn't think about him slowly circling my nipples, twisting and turning them in his fingers as they got harder and harder.

I definitely wasn't thinking about his tongue on my ear, licking, nibbling, kissing his way down to my neck, my chin, turning me in his arms. I didn't think about how sad I was that his hands left my breasts as I turned, or how excited I was as his lips found my own. I didn't think about his tongue slipping into my mouth or his hands gliding down my body. I refused to think about his hand on my pussy, sliding through my lips, slowly letting his finger slide into me, deeper and deeper.

And I absolutely refused to think about his lips leaving mine as he kissed his way down my neck, his lips and tongue working around my breast and nipple as his fingers played inside me. I didn't think about his mouth sucking on me as his thumb ran over my clit. I didn't think about his tongue tracing though my cleavage and down to my navel, dipping into my cute little belly button.

I would deny to the pope that I thought about him kissing his way down to my clit, his fingers still inside me as he sucked and licked on my clitty. He pulled his finger out and sucked me off of him. I didn't think of him looking up at me and smiling as he dove down into me. I deny having any ideas about his tongue playing against the silk velvet of my walls, licking away at me, tasting me, sucking me, drawing out every part of me he could.

And I will deny to God himself that I cursed my best friends for being in my room and keeping me from masturbating my brains out all night long.

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I woke up the next morning around six. I immediately grabbed my phone and quietly snapped a picture of Haley and Sharron wrapped around each other. It was hilarious. I walked over and looked out my window to see Jason's bike parked in front of Vincent's Jag, and no slutty softball car anywhere in sight. I was a little worried about myself as I walked down to the kitchen to fix my cereal. I've never been the jealous girlfriend, but I was quickly entering stalker mode.

Still, life could wait until 11 AM, when my morning cartoons went off. Saturday morning cartoons had always been a tradition in my house. Daddy would wake me up, make us cereal, and we would watch cartoons until mom dragged us away. As a child, it was comforting to know that when Daddy went out of town, at 6 o'clock he would be sitting in front of a TV watching the same cartoons as me. Sometimes we would call each other when something funny or exciting happened.

Haley and Sharron took their sweet time waking up, but eventually they made their way down to the TV and finished off the cereal and cartoons with me. We filled the day with gossip and alcohol, though we took it easy on Daddy's liquor cabinet. Mostly, I just wanted to keep Sharron off my case. We waxed, manicured, and did facials. We ordered sushi that night. The delivery man's eyes nearly popped out when Haley answered the door, still bare-breasted. He tried to peek into the house with no success, and ended up walking away with the three leg strut.

"We could have invited him in," Haley laughed.

"Girls can be so rude," Sharron said.

"He probably would have popped off before he even sat down," I said.

We were watching some gangster movie (it had Ryan Gosling, enough said) when Haley came in from the kitchen. "OMG! You won't believe what I just saw." We waved at her to shut up, Ryan was shirtless. She picked up the remote and paused the movie. "Guess."

"Unless it was Ryan Gosling naked on Katie's lawn, I don't care."

"Seriously," I said.

"Lala Dawson was just next door."

"Who?" The name sounded familiar.

"Her dad runs Xcel Records. She's the pitcher for the softball team. Why didn't you tell me she was your neighbor?"

"She's not. She must be..." Wait, softball! Softball Slut! Haley you beautiful, big-titted woman! Ha! I finally knew who she was! And I didn't have to ask anyone! If I could have gotten away with it, I'd have done some kind of maniacal laugh. "She must just be visiting."

Sharron snatched the remote from Haley and pressed play, "You suck at singing anyway."

"That's our Sharron, breaking hearts and dreams since 1845," I laughed.

"Well, who was she visi--" She didn't get to finish before Sharron's pillow hit her in the face.

"Stop interrupting Ryan!"

Haley pouted, but nothing stands up against Ryan Gosling. That is, unless you're absolutely obsessed with you next door neighbor. Lala Dawson. All I wanted to do was quiz Haley and find out this girl's life story, but Sharron would be all over that. She was already trying to keep Haley from diving head first into the family drama. There was nothing to be done for it now though, so I stored the name away in my mind for further investigation later. I was fully committed to Googling the hell out of that girl as soon as Sharron and Haley left.

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The night ended on a good note, at least for me. I passed out after about the eighth round of playing some stupid drinking game Haley came up with. Ah, sleepovers. The only way to know too much about your friends, like knowing Haley has a landing strip and Sharron just keeps it trimmed. I also know that Haley gets just as grabby as Sharron when she's asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night to find out I was in the middle of some kind of kinky sleep fight. Haley was grabbing my breast and Sharron was squeezing on my ass. If I hadn't been drunk, it might have been awkward. As it was, I just went back to sleep.


New View Ch. 02



When I woke up, the sun was already up, and the girls were gone. Sharron had left me a note on the counter saying she had to report in at home. I wasn't quite hungover, but I was definitely feeling a little sluggish. I slowly made my way upstairs to my bathroom to make myself look like something that was alive. I threw on some shorts and a tank top and I was feeling cute enough not to go anywhere.

I popped open my laptop and began the search for everything Lala Dawson related. I wasn't wasting any time. There were pages of photos of her. She had done a little modeling, dated some one hit wonder, and was cute as hell. Haley had been right to freak though. When I saw her in a picture with her father, I was star struck. David Dawson, famous singer turned producer, turned CEO of Xcel records. He literally owned the music scene. And not any one genre, but the whole damn scene. If you wanted anything to do with music, somehow this man got paid.

I pulled her up on SoNet, kind of a Facebook for the rich. I saw pretty much what I expected. Bikini pics, pics with friends. But she also had her movie star pics. She even had a picture with Ryan Gosling! Sharron would kill this girl. She lived in the city, which is why I'd never met her before, but her location history had her pretty much jumping the globe to get to parties every weekend. She was a cute fun bundle of trouble.

She was all wrong for Jason. He was quiet and private. She was camera flash and jewelry. She would drag him to party after party, throwing him into the spotlight, and then leave him there, stranded. Jason needed someone who really cared about him, not this fly by night slut who would break his heart as soon as the next movie star smiled her way. I closed my laptop. I'd had enough of looking at her face. I looked out the window and smiled to myself. I knew something that could perk up my day.

Jason was outside reading a book. He was dressed in the standard jeans and a t-shirt, and he looked very peaceful. The sunlight was gentle, the breeze was cool, and I was feeling better already as I walked across our lawns to where he was sitting.

"You know we have the week off, right?"

"Yup. Not studying though, just like reading."

I walked over and sat next to him. "Is it any good?"

He marked the page and closed the book, "Yes, reading is a good thing. If you'd like, I can probably teach you how."

"Smart-ass," I smiled. "How was your weekend?" We were shoulder to shoulder now as we sat on his porch.

"Good. Quiet. Except for these annoying girls next door who kept turning their music up way too loud." He looked over at me and smirk/smiled. God I was coming to love that.

"So how's Sharron as a lab partner?"

"She has great handwriting," he said.

"Is that it?"

"I do the work, she writes the reports, and we both get A's. It's a simple system, but it seems to be working out for both of us. Plus, she likes to talk." He gave me that sly smile again.

"About what?" I asked nervously.

"Just stuff," he said evasively. "I mean, an A is worth a lot of things." No way had Sharron given up anything classified. He was bluffing. "Maybe a story about someone peeing themselves on a rollercoaster or the first time she and a friend got drunk." No, no, no!

I was mortified, my hands immediately went to my face and red cheeks. I was the definition of red: red hair, red top, red face. I can't believe Sharron gave that up! Just for an A! Couldn't she just fuck the professor like a normal person?

He threw his arm around my shoulder, "Did you really give her mom a strip tease?"

"I plead the fifth," I said through my hands as I leaned into his chest. I peeked up to see him smiling down at me. And it wasn't his smirk/smile, it was a genuine smile. "You know, I could tell you embarrassing stories about her too."

"But I'm not interested in her."

"Are you interested in Lala?"

"Oh my, someone's been spying," he said. He was still smiling, still holding me. Honestly though, I'm not sure if he was holding me, or if I was just refusing to leave. His chest was as solid as I'd always imagined it. I wrapped my arms around him and dug in. He smelled like a man, not some commercial copy cologne or store bought aftershave. His scent was just him, and it was intoxicating. "No, I'm not interested in Lala either."

Yes! Screw you, softball slut! He's mine, all mine!

We stayed like that for a few minutes, quietly holding each other, listening to the wind blow. It was comforting and it made me feel horrible. All those years we could have been like this. We could have talked, laughed. All those years he was alone, mostly because of me.

"Jason. I'm sorry."

"For what?" he asked.

"Everything." I sat up and looked at him, into eyes that were just as green as my own. "I should have been a sister to you, instead of putting you down every chance I got."

He smiled, but it was a sad smile. "You don't need to apologize." He pulled me back into his arms. "I never blamed you."

"But you should. I mean, all the mean things I did to you, the names I called you, the pranks I played." I burrowed into him. He was still holding me even though I knew he should have been pushing me away. "Why did you do it, Jason? Why did you save me?"

He didn't hesitate. It rolled right off his tongue. "Because you're my sister."

"But..."

"There is no 'but'. We have a fucked up family. You're still my sister and I still love you." That did it. I started crying. I hate crying. Some girls can still be pretty when they cry, but not me. I'm a soaker. But Jason held me to him as I cried, which only made me cry harder. He was saving me all over again. First from Van, now from my own guilt. He kissed me on the forehead. "Come on, dry up."

I sat up and wiped at the tears. "Sorry."

"I told you, there's no need to apologize."

Still, I was embarrassed about crying all over him and I knew I looked absolutely horrendous. "Well, I'll see you later," I said as I stood up.

"What, no kiss?"

I looked back at him, shocked for a moment, but I rallied. If Jason wanted to kiss me after all those water works, who was I to say different? I held his face in my hands and looked him straight in the eyes, "I'll kiss you anytime you like." Then I did. I kissed him.

It was nothing like our last kiss. I slipped my tongue between his lips and into his mouth. I played with his tongue, searching for his soul beyond his lips, and when I pulled away I lightly bit on his lower lip and pulled it with me.

I found my way back to his eyes. "Anytime, Jason. Anytime at all." I kissed him lightly one more time before I turned and walked away. I glanced over my shoulder and smiled to myself at the look on his face. It looked like I was still able to surprise my little brother when I wanted to.

When I got into the house I looked in a mirror. I was right. I looked absolutely hideous. My hair was a mess, my face and eyes were red and puffy. But I could still taste Jason on my lips. Jason, who still wanted to kiss me, even when I looked like this.

I hugged myself tightly. Jason, who said he loved me. Cloud nine.

I walked into my bedroom and pulled out my Lucky Rabbit. It was a 3" vibe with clitoral and anal extensions. I'm really a fan of fire and forget toys; instead of worrying about hitting the right spots, I can concentrate on enjoying myself.

I had never been inside Jason's house, but that's where I saw us. Jason was leading me by my hand through the house to his room. I pulled his shirt off of him and then wrapped myself around him, getting lost in his kiss and scent. I pulled at the button and zipper on his jeans until I could feel them sliding down with his underwear.

No, boxers, Jason would wear boxers. Or maybe boxer briefs? No, definitely boxers.

I slid them down as far as I could, but I refused to let his mouth get away from me until he finally pulled away to breathe. I kissed on his cheek, down to his neck where I sucked and nibbled, determined to leave my mark on him. I wanted to let the world know that he belonged to someone, that he belonged to me. I could taste his pulse as it raced through his body. He was breathing fast and deep, but I wasn't going to let him slow down. I moved my hand down to his cock and softly began caressing it, not jacking him off, just running my fingers over it. I felt him harden in my palm.

I liked him like this, paralyzed by pleasure. I liked having him in my control, knowing his pleasure depended on me. I kissed my way down his chest and playfully sucked on his nipple, giving him a nice bite before I moved on, licking my way down his abs. His muscles were tight, his body tense with anticipation. He knew where I was going, but I was taking my sweet time getting there. I licked around his hair line, rubbing it against my cheek as I nibbled on his inner thigh.

I wondered if he shaved, or trimmed, or if he was a wild boy. I preferred shaved. It didn't matter; if he didn't shave I'd convince him. I would suck his cock three times a day if he shaved it for me.

I lifted his cock and sucked one of his balls into my mouth, playing with it on my tongue before moving on to the other one.

I looked up at him from down on my knees to find him staring at me, his green eyes glazed with passion and lust. I licked and kissed my way up his shaft, swirling my tongue around the head as I slid it between my lips. I didn't move fast enough for him, though. He tried to thrust his hips, desperate for release, but my hand on his shaft made sure I wasn't going any further until I was ready. My tongue danced around his head as I sucked on him for what I was sure felt like forever. Then I started. I bobbed my way down his shaft, slowly taking him deeper and deeper, my tongue playing with the underside of his cock each time I brought him into my mouth. I sucked and moved with his pulse, up and down, in and out, feeling his saliva-soaked skin sliding between my lips, my hands on his balls, playing with him, massaging him, my other hand jacking him as I moved.

His breathing changed; it was rough, ragged. I could hear him, his body, getting ready for release. I could taste his precum mixed with my saliva and I liked it. I liked having a part of him inside me. I liked it and wanted more. I wanted the real thing. I sucked harder, using my tongue to add more pressure. I wanted it as much as he did. I wanted it more. He just wanted release, but I wanted to be the one who released him. I stared into his eyes as he looked into mine. I wanted to see the moment it happened for him, to own that moment.

I heard it and felt it at the same time. He breathed in and grunted as the first splash of his come shot down my throat. I pulled back until only the head was in my mouth, my hand still stroking him as he flowed onto my tongue. I took every drop of him, looking into his eyes as I swallowed.

I pulled my lucky little friend out of my pussy and licked my nectar off it as I thought about Jason and me and our fucked up family.

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"Wake up, sleepy head."

I opened my eyes to see the blurry form of something human-like standing over my bed. I blinked and rubbed at my face, finally adjusting to Elizabeth smiling at me. Damn Elizabeth. "I don't have class today. I get to sleep in," I said as I turned over in my bed.

"Nope." She pulled the covers off me, "Your mom told me to wake you up. She doesn't want you getting off your schedule."

"That woman's evil. You shouldn't listen to her."

"Maybe, but she pays well. So up you get." Then she proved herself to be the most evil person on the planet. She laughed while she squirted me from what I hoped was a water bottle.

"Ahhh!" I couldn't get out of the bed fast enough. "I'm up! I'm up," I screamed as I danced my way out of the bed and across the room. I definitely wanted to put some space between me and that bottle. "Why did you do that?!"

She was still laughing as she said, "I gotta wash the sheets anyway."

I loved Elizabeth. She was a great friend, funny, rich, and had a killer sense of fashion. But the last thing I wanted to be confronted with right after waking up and convincing myself I was cute was every man's definition of sexy.

Liz was a goddess. Those curves, her accent, her hair. I swear, the girl was everything woman was supposed to be. But I didn't hold that against her. She was sexy, but she didn't flaunt it. Then again, she didn't have to.

"Any plans for the break?"

"Nope. Just gonna hang out and laze."

"Why don't you come with me and my girlfriends tonight?"

"Sorry, I have plans."

"You just said..."

"I'm planning on not embarrassing myself." She laughed at me, but I'd met Liz's friends. Nice girls, but I refused to be the ugly girl in the group. And besides that, they danced. Really danced. They had hips and ass and tits, and they knew how to move them.

Liz stayed for a few hours. I helped her wash dishes, vacuum, dust, and do the laundry. We talked the whole time. I loved listening to her talk. Sometimes she made me want to live overseas just so I could have an exotic accent, somewhere like London or Paris. But Liz was a working woman. She did her job and then she was gone. I turned on the TV and lounged on the couch, full of determination to do nothing.

But life has this way of making itself felt. People think being rich means you don't have to deal with life, but life isn't a game you can win. You just learn to play better. You learn that there are some people you should avoid, some calls you shouldn't take, and some doors that shouldn't be opened.

A few minutes into Jerry Springer the doorbell rang. When I answered it, I was shocked at who was on the other side. She didn't ask to come in, she just did. She walked right in, turned off the TV (which was just getting good) and sat down.

I stood in the entry way and watched her, stunned. I couldn't even manage to question her. I mean, who the hell did she think she was?

She was dressed in a pair of jeans that had to have been painted onto her and a graphic tee that barely qualified as clothing it was so cut up. I hate to admit it, but I took note to where the cuts were. I mean, it was really sexy, and I wouldn't even feel bad about stealing her idea.

"We need to talk," Lala said. She had a deep feminine voice that I was sure did all kinds of wonderful things for men. She really pissed me off. She had the nerve to be every bit as sexy as her pictures were. All long legs and pretty face. Lala Fucking Dawson was a ten out of ten.

"Ummm... why are you in my house?"

"Well, the best way to deal with an issue is to confront that issue head on."

"So I'm an issue for you?"

"No," she laughed. It wasn't a real laugh, though, just one of those practiced social laughs. "You're so funny. Anyway, I was driving by the other day and I saw you talking to Jason." Oh shit. "I was just always under the impression that you two didn't really get along that well."

I sat down on the opposite couch, back straight. Daddy always said, "You have to meet people on their level, but if they push, push back." She was in my house, on my turf.

I threw on my fake smile. "Darling, I'm sorry but I just don't know you well enough to discuss that with you."

"Well I know plenty about you." Her whole demeanor changed. She went from sweet little debutant to vicious little bitch in .3 seconds flat. "I know all about how you've been tormenting Jason since both of you were little, I know about how your family disowned him, I know how his mother died and he moved in with his uncle. See, we know each other very well."

"No, Jason likes to talk a lot. You may know a lot about ancient history, but it's clear you don't know anything about current events. So, like I said earlier, I don't know you well enough to discuss my business with you." I could be a bitch too. "If all you wanted was to pump me for information, then watch the news. You make it enough." That's right bitch, sex tape scandal. Daddy had to pay five million dollars to keep that from hitting the shelves.

I could see the confidence fade out of her eyes. She wasn't as sure of herself anymore, and I knew what was coming next. No one survives the world of the rich and famous without learning how to fight dirty.

"Look here," she said, "a poor girl like you needs to know your place. When your betters ask you a question, you answer it."

"And you're my better? You're probably right. I mean, I haven't even broken into the porn industry yet. How many movies have you done so far?"

"You selfish little bitch. I'm trying to do what's best for Jason!"

"You don't even know Jason!"

She jumped up and got right in my face. "I've known Jason since we were children! You're the one who doesn't know him! It was your family that threw him out like yesterday's garbage! Your family that turned their backs on him! And you who burned him every chance you got! And if you think I'm going to let you do it all over again, you're dead fucking wrong!"

Wow. I suddenly felt very small. Why the hell did this city girl know so much about our local drama, so much about me and Jason?

"Fuck," she said as she stepped back. "This conversation has certainly devolved. Let's jump back a little bit." She went and sat back down.

"Jump back? How about you jump out? A window, the door, I'll let you pick."

"Look, I don't have much time. Jason will probably be back in a few minutes and I need to be gone by then."

"Why?"

"Because I doubt he would appreciate this little conversation," she said. "Why don't we set aside the poker faces and just lay our cards on the table, huh?"

"You first."

"I plan on marrying Jason." What! Over my dead and buried body! And she said it so nonchalantly. "I've been working on this for years and just when I was starting to make my move all of a sudden Jason can't stop talking about you. So what the hell is going on? Why is my future husband suddenly infatuated with his half-sister?"

"Seeing as you barged into my home, I think I'm owed some answers. How do you even know Jason?"

"My mother is his therapist. Jason wouldn't talk to her, so she kind of made me his therapy doll. He has a lot of issues and we saw each other so much that we just kind of became friends. Well, I became his friend. One of Jason's issues is that he's over-possessive. Jason doesn't have friends, he owns them. And since he's the third richest man in the state, what Jason wants, Jason gets. And he's getting me."

"Do you love him?"

"Love is for children. Jason's rich, I'm rich. Together we'll be even richer. Plus, he's drop dead gorgeous. He's something I can retire to." My facial expression must have given something away. "Don't get me wrong. I like Jason. He's always been my sweet little broken boy. But he's just so damn..."

"Everywhere."

"Exactly!" I knew the feeling. After he had saved me, I saw Jason or one of his friends every time I turned a corner. He always had someone watching me. Hell, even Sharron was feeding him information.

I looked at Lala. She was beautiful, there was no denying that. She had long legs, big breasts, a cute face, pouty lips, long platinum blonde hair, and impeccable fashion. She was well spoken and moved with a confidence and sophistication as if she was born with it. But I was right. She was all wrong for Jason.

Beneath that flawless skin and behind those pretty blue eyes she was a snake. A poisonous viper. She didn't care at all about Jason, she was just chasing the status. She wasn't concerned about what he wanted at all. It was all about her. She had a pretty smile, but I could see her fangs.

"I've been studying Jason for years," she said. "He's actually my thesis subject. I know how he ticks and how he tocks. Or, at least I did. Why the hell is he so fascinated with you all of a sudden?"

"Lala," I said politely. "You seem like a sweet girl, but there is no way in hell that I'm going to let you marry my brother. Go find your retirement package somewhere else."




New View Ch. 02



"Look, there's no reason..."

I interrupted her, "I wonder what Jason would think about your plans. Think we should ask him?" She visibly paled. Inside I laughed. This haughty little bitch was starting to see where she ranked. She may run the city, but I was a suburban girl. This was my world and I knew how it worked. "See, I don't like you, and I plan on doing everything I can to make sure you never even get a chance with Jason. So, I suggest you find your way to your car and back to Daddy's penthouse in the city before Jason gets back home. Otherwise, I think I'll invite him over and see how he likes your little plans."

She stood up, pulling on what little bit of a shirt she had, "We could have worked this out."

"No, I don't think we could have. You're a vicious little bitch and my brother deserves better."

As I opened the door, I had to hide my shock at seeing a sexy lemon yellow Lamborghini sitting behind my corvette. Fuck her. Fuck her sideways. That was not the car she had been driving! Where the hell did that come from! I watched, envious and pissed about it, as she finally drove off.

I walked back into the living room and flopped down on the couch. Stupid little bitch, Jason was mine! All mine! I didn't care how long or how well she knew him! I was his sister! And I knew what was best for my little brother and it wasn't that little fly by night tramp. Jason needed someone to love and care for him, someone to hold and kiss and make fat little babies with. And not just any someone, Jason needed me! Those were my fat babies she was trying to steal!

How dare she try to steal my brother away from me! Every thought in his head belonged to me and I'd be damned if I was going to just let her walk in here and take any of them from me. Not in this Lifetime movie. My Daddy did not raise a quitter.

I heard Jason's motorcycle pull up and I stormed out of the door. He was just taking his helmet off when I grabbed him and smashed my lips against his. There was nothing gentle about this kiss, nothing at all. I was literally assaulting his mouth with my tongue, beating his lips into submission.

When I finally let him breathe I told him, "You're mine, all mine. And I'm not sharing." Then I stormed back into the house.

I felt better, a little childish, but much better overall. Stupid little softball slut. I spent the rest of the night wandering around the house with the TV on in the background and muttering to myself. I ended up in my bedroom holding Mr. Bobbles. Lala had popped a few surprises on me. Jason was rich. And not just rich, but uber-rich. In a town of Richie Richs he was number three in the state! How the hell did that happen? Well, I finally knew how Vincent could afford that house. Plus, Jason was in therapy. Then again, all things considered, I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised about that.

I realized two things though. As I clutched Mr. Bobbles to my chest, I knew I needed to know more about Jason, about his life. And I knew I needed to get him away from Lala.

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"What up?"

"I need a favor."

Terri eyed me up and down. He wasn't the kind of person that did favors. Still, he sat down in the booth, so he was at least willing to hear me out. "Go on."

"I need three vials."

His eyes immediately narrowed. "No." He didn't even think about it.

"Why not?!"

"Because I don't have a death wish. After Jason's mom you think me or any of my people are about to sell shit to his little sister, even if she is a bitch?"

"You sell to everyone, T." What the hell did Jason's mother have to do with anything?

''Everyone but you. Look, if Jason finds out about this shit, I'm a dead man. You lucky I even agreed to meet you, but this shit, fuck no. You want coke; drive four hours and you might be able to buy some, but ain't no one who has even heard of Jason bout to sell to you."

"Why are you so concerned with Jason? You know we don't get along like that."

"Because you're Jason's sister. I might as well hang myself if I was gonna sell you anything."

He actually sounded a little scared. I didn't know Jason had that much of an effect on him. "Look, it's not for me, it's for a friend." Besides, wasn't it a little hypocritical of Jason to be a drug dealer's best friend, but not let his friends buy from said dealer?

"Your friends don't buy. They use. They go to parties and they use." Shit. He knew his customers. Why the hell was this so hard? I just wanted to buy some damn drugs!

"Terri, I promise I'm not going to use it myself, but I need it for this thing I'm trying to do."

"Jason know about this?"

"No, and he isn't going to find out."

"And why shouldn't I tell my best friend that his little bitch of a sister is buying drugs?"

Yeah, I knew he didn't like me, that wasn't anything new. "Because then I'd have to tell Jason where I got those drugs from."

His eyes got a hard rocky look in them. "So since neither of us wants Jason to find out, why don't we just not do this? Then we don't have to hide anything."

"Look, I need this. What do you want?"

"You sound like a fuckin' fiend."

"And you don't sound like a dealer. What do you want, T? Money? I've got that." I slid 500 dollars across the table. He looked at the money, considerably more than three vials were worth.

He looked back up at me. "You know, that's what I hate about you little rich white kids. You think you can flash a little cash and everything is gonna go your way. I got money. That don't impress me. You talkin bout something that could cause me a lot of problems, but you ain't offering me anything worth all that trouble." My hopes suddenly fell. He wasn't going for it. Too many people like me had pissed him off, and I had a whole lifetime of picking on his best friend. "How 'bout this?" He reached into his pocket and slid four vials across the table. I immediately grabbed them before he could change his mind. "I'll give you the vials, and you'll owe me." He stood up but left the money on the table. "And Jason doesn't ever hear about this from either of us."

I put the money and vials in my purse as he walked out of the restaurant. I wasn't happy about it, but I had what I needed, so now I just needed to wait. Mom always said, patience and grace are a woman's greatest weapons. I got into my car and drove home. Patience and grace. I didn't think owing Terri was all that graceful, but it was necessary. Either way, I was one step closer to getting Lala out of Jason's life.

As I pulled into the driveway, I looked over at Jason's. Lala's stupid little hybrid was parked behind Jason's bike. Even her car was a lie. She didn't care about the environment, she drove a fucking Lamborghini. But it looked like fate was finally working for me. Her car was right there! Patience and grace, Katie. Patience and grace. I looked over at her car again. Fuck patience, strike hard and fast. That's what Daddy said. When you have the defense on the ropes, strike hard, when they're on their knees, strike harder.

I looked around. No one was outside. I reached into my purse, pulled out one of the vials, and sprinted across our lawns to her car. I pulled on the door handle and did a mental backflip when it opened. I opened the vial and laid out a line across the center console. It didn't take the whole vial, so I recapped it and ran back to my own house, slammed the door and ran to the kitchen window so I could watch.

I stayed there for half an hour. My breathing never slowed as I watched the front door. When they finally walked out I was pissed. She was hanging all over Jason, her arm around his waist as she smiled up at him. He walked her out to the car and opened the door, and then he saw it.

He freaked. Jason swung around, his hand pointing to it as he yelled. He was furious. I loved the look on her stupid pretty little face. She was denying everything. Then she started crying. I hated her even more, she was even cute when she cried. Jason grabbed her arm and threw her into the car, still yelling as he told her to leave. She was begging now, still trying to tell him that it wasn't hers. But how could it not be, it was in her car. She was probably high right now, I laughed to myself. Jason yelled at her one last time as he stormed back into the house. She was still crying as she backed down the driveway and drove away.

I grabbed a drink out of the refrigerator and went and sat on the couch. I turned the TV on and celebrated with a Sprite and an episode of Jerry Springer. Nothing like a good episode of Jerry after framing someone to really take the stress off.

I had cost Jason a good friend, but he was better off without her. He didn't need her now that he had me. She was a snake and sooner or later she would have bitten him. I was surprisingly proud of myself, but I still wasn't done with Lala Dawson just yet. Jason was only pissed at her, and I needed him to be done with her. I needed her totally and completely exorcised from his life.

As I lay down on the couch, something Mom hated for me to do, I slid my hand down underneath the hem of my skirt and into my panties. He'd feel bad about it. He be devastated. He just had a huge fight with one of his childhood friends.

I ran a quick circle around my clit and felt the tingle run through my body.

He'd need someone, and he couldn't wait for Terri or BJ to come over, so he'd walk over here. I'd let him in and we'd sit on the couch as I'd hold him in my arms, his head resting on my chest. He'd be devastated, on the verge of tears as he poured his troubles out to me. And I'd hold him, listen to him as he let all the pain of it out. I would be the antidote to the poison she had been pouring into him all those years.

I'd hold him to my breast, softly caressing his face as I kissed his forehead. He'd look up at me with need. He'd need someone to fill that void in his life, that hole that she had left him with. And that someone would be me. I'd fill the places in his heart that he didn't even know were empty. He'd look up at me from my breasts and I'd softly kiss his lips.

As my hand played in my pussy, my other hand snaked its way up and under my shirt and bra, massaging and tweaking my breast and nipple. I was getting hotter and hotter.

I stood up and straddled his lap. Looking into his eyes, I took his face into my hands, and I kissed him. Again and again until I felt his own lips give in to me and part. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and kissed him even harder, softer, gentler, and firmer. He needed to know that I was here for him, whenever he needed me. I felt his hands slowly moving up my legs and thighs and under my skirt until he gripped my panty-clad ass.

He was kissing me back now, not hard, but a little bit. I wasn't doing all the work anymore. I could feel his cock hardening and straining in his pants. I continued kissing him, wrapping my tongue through and around him, as my hand slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I pulled him out into the air and began to stroke him. He was so hard, so hot. I began slowly rubbing the head over my panties. I was breathing harder and harder into his mouth as I felt his cock over my pussy, stroking me up and down my slit with only my panties standing between us.

I could feel my orgasm building as I slid two of my fingers into me. I was lying on my mother's couch, masturbating to thoughts of my bastard brother. My body was hot and my breathing was becoming more ragged as I pulled on my nipples.

I couldn't wait. I couldn't let him wait. I saw the need for me as his green eyes stared into mine. He was hurt, broken, and only I could fix him. I pushed my panties to the side and slid him into me. I had to break our kiss as I moaned out, feeling every inch of him sliding into me. His hands gripped my ass, his mouth hanging open as he looked up at me.

I slid along him, his cock gliding on my wetness, going deeper and deeper, plunging in and out of me. He was so good, so deep and full. I felt him against my walls going in and out of me as I rode him. His hands slid under my panties and I could feel the heat of them as he firmly gripped my ass. Yes!

I couldn't kiss him anymore, I could barely keep breathing. I collapsed against him, but I never quit moving. I refused to. I used my pussy to pump his cock into me. As much as he needed me, I needed him. I needed my brother in my life. I felt his ragged breath on my neck as his hands pulled me back down onto him, pushing him even deeper into me. I needed him. And I needed him to need me, to want me.

I kept moving, pumping myself up and down on him as he pulled me back, making me sit up on top of him. He pulled my shirt up, exposing my tits to the air, to him. His lips locked onto my nipple as he sucked on me. He kept one hand on my ass, bringing his other hand up to my breasts, fondling me. His hand on my ass refused to let me slow down, pulling me and pushing me onto him, making me keep the rhythm I had started.

I couldn't slow down, I couldn't pull away from him, and I didn't want to. I went faster, harder, almost slamming his cock into me. I loved it. I loved what he was doing to me. I loved him.

He moaned into my breasts as I felt him gathering himself. He wasn't far now. I picked up the pace even more. He went in and out of me, the scent of our sex filling the air. His lips let go of my breasts as he moaned into the air. His hands pulled me down onto him, shoving his cock into me as deep as he could get. Then I felt it. His cum shot into me, again and again. The heat of him set off my own orgasm, his pleasure flooding my own body, breaking my own dam.

"Yes Jason, yes!"

I heard someone gasp and my eyes shot open.

Sharron stared at me with shock. "Jason?"



New View Ch. 03



First off, I have to thank my wonderful editor, LizHaze, for being my guide on this amazing journey. Her skill has been sublime, her advice sagely. I have no idea what New View would have been without her. And, frankly, I don't want to know. It's a scary thought people. Very scary. And I want to thank all the readers who have been following the story and living the drama. I appreciate all the emails, all the comments, all the votes, and all the support! New View was the first story I ever posted online, and the reception from all of you gave me the desire to keep going. So, without further ado, the oft asked for, long awaited, New View Chapter 3! ---Shaide

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I was laying on the couch, my pants on the floor, my panties hanging off one of my ankles, two fingers shoved into my pussy, fantasizing about my bastard half-brother, with my best friend standing over me in absolute and utter shock as I moaned out his name while cumming. I wonder if they make a Hallmark card for this.

"Shar..."

"No. Go wash your hands. Then we'll talk."

Fuck, I thought as I pulled on my sweatpants and walked to the bathroom. Could this get any worse? "And don't lick your fucking fingers," she yelled.

I washed my hands, unable to focus my thoughts into any kind of coherent excuse. All I could think was 'Fuck.' I had gotten my orgasm, but Sharron had ruined it for me, leaving me in a frustrated state of mind. And now, somehow, I was supposed to explain my Jason fantasy. How was that fair?

'Sharron, I was just celebrating setting up one of Jason's friends so he would think she had a drug habit using Terri's drugs—who, by the way, I owe a favor to now—by fantasizing about Jason when you walked in. It's cool though, right?' I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my face was flushed, and my orgasm was ruined. 'Yeah, that's going to work.'

I wished I had time to go change clothes. Sharron not only had moral integrity over me, she was lording her nice people-can-see-me outfit over my head as well. And I knew she wasn't going to wait for me to change. I turned around and stared at the door, bracing myself for the storm waiting for me in the living room. And today had started out so well.

The room was dead quiet as I sat down on the couch. Awkwardly quiet. "So..."

"So... Jason," she asked. Thankfully she had shaken herself out of shock while I was gone. Sadly, that didn't do anything to lessen my embarrassment. I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"Um... Yeah. Jason Statham. You know, the guy from Transporter."

"Don't treat me like I'm stupid. You hate bald guys." I sighed. Sharron wasn't about to accept any of my lame excuses. "You were watching his house the other night, weren't you?"

"Yeah," I said lamely. I couldn't even look her in the eyes. God, what must she be thinking of me? Some sick little girl lusting after her brother.

"Okay, what's going on? You don't even like Jason. Or, at least, you didn't. So why am I walking in on you fingering yourself and saying his name?"

"'Cause you didn't knock," I said.

"Katie." I looked up and into her eyes. Yeah, she was serious.

"Fine, but I need a drink if I'm going through all of this."

After taking a hard swig from the wine bottle, I poured both of us a glass and went and sat down. I had already told Sharron about what had happened with Van. But that had been bare bone facts, just enough so she could understand. Now, I told her the whole truth. How it felt, how I felt, how Jason had treated me, how he forgave me. I told her everything. I even told her about the whole Lala set up.

Like I said, everything. Well, almost everything. I didn't tell her about kissing Jason. I think one shock a day was enough for both of us.

Sharron's eyes were full of friendship and love. She came and sat beside me and wrapped her hand in mine. "You really shouldn't have done that to Lala," she said. "You don't know Jason. He'll never forgive her."

"So? She was a bitch, Sharron. She would have made his life a living hell."

"And you just took away one of his best friends. Trust me, Jason can handle himself."

"Because you know him so well," I said sarcastically.

"Because I know more about Jason than you do," she said. "I love you, Katie. You're my best friend and what I'm about to say is going to hurt. But you're a horrible sister."

I wish I could have been hurt or shocked, but it was just too true. I knew I hadn't been the best sister to Jason, and I didn't have any excuse for it. At least, not one I was willing to accept anymore. Pre-incident Katie would have just blamed my dad. I'd have said I was only following his lead.

But Jason wouldn't have. He didn't make excuses about his uncle or my dad. He rescued me and forgave me and he loved me. After all I had done, he loved me. So I wasn't about to hide behind any lame excuses in order to run from the truth.

"You don't know what Jason is capable of," she continued. "Van got off lucky, and he knows it."

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, just look at Terri. Everyone knows he deals, but he never gets arrested. How's he got that kind of pull?"

"I don't know? I never thought about it." And there was the fact that Terri was terrified of Jason finding out he sold me drugs.

"Because no one wants to cross Jason. He's got enough money to make anyone's life a living hell, and nothing holding him back if someone pisses him off."

"Jason wouldn't..."

"Pfft. Please. Van probably would have gone pro. Now... What's he supposed to do, huh? He's not smart enough to take over his dad's company. Hell, I'll bet that three years after he inherits he'll be dead broke."

I sat there and looked at her, just looked at her. This wasn't the sweet quiet Jason I was used to. She was talking about someone who could ruin lives without batting an eye. Granted, it was Van's life, so I wouldn't be blinking much either. But Jason wasn't that cold-hearted.

"You remember in fourth grade, when Deidre Willis was picking on you?"

"Yeah."

"What happened to her?"

"She moved away."

"Come on." Sharron said. She took me into my room and started typing on my laptop. "See."

It was a story about Willis Inc. being bought out by Artemis LLC. "So."

"K, Artemis is Jason's grandparents' company. Jason inherited it years ago. It's a huge chemical company. So why are they buying out a real estate company? And as soon as they bought them out, the company lets go of their founding CEO, with no benefits. No golden parachute. Nothing."

"And you think Jason made that happen."

"Yep."

"Sharron, come on."

"It's not the last time he did it. Mrs. Richardson in high school."

"What about her?" She was the cheerleading coach at our old school.

"She suddenly bought a brand new house after you made head cheerleader."

"Hey! I earned that!"

"Yeah, after you got it. You were good, but not that good. Plus, look at your scholarship!" She pointed to the wall where I had the award letter framed.

"What about it?"

"Orb scholarship. A scholarship you never even applied for? Come on. It's 'Bro' spelled backwards!"

I looked at it again. Oh shit! She was right! "Well, so what? He looks after his family! That doesn't mean he's a monster or anything!"

"Look, if you want to chase after Jason, then fine. I mean, there's nothing I can really do about it. I could tell your dad, but we're too close for me to backstab you like that. But you need to get over your hero worship and forbidden fruit issues. Jason's not some cuddly little puppy."

I just looked at her. I didn't have anything to say to that.

She stood up and started to leave. "Oh, and leave Lala alone."

I looked at her, hurt in my eyes. "You're supposed to be on my side! Why are you defending Lala?"

She sighed and sat back down. "Because Jason's mom was a drug addict. If he really thinks she brought drugs to his place... Well, I bet by the time we get back in class, she'll be in rehab. Your brother doesn't like to lose things that belong to him. Cars, companies, friends."

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After I made her promise not to tell Hailey, Sharron went home. I spent the night in my room staring out of my window at Jason's place, trying to picture him as some maniacal Mr. Burns character sitting back at his desk and plotting the downfall of anyone who picked on his big sister.

And Lala had said something about Jason being possessive as well. I just couldn't see it though. A person like that wouldn't have tolerated me picking on him for years. He'd have fought back, lashed out. Daddy would be in the unemployment line and we'd be living on the street if Jason was that vindictive.

I watched as the lights turned off throughout his house, all except for one room. I had long suspected that was Jason's room.

No, I thought to myself, he's not that person. Jason was just a quiet boy who like books and fast motorcycles. He couldn't be the person Sharron was trying to make him out to be. Sure, he might have some issues, but, after living his life, who wouldn't?

I watched as a silhouette moved past the window. I leaned back in my desk chair. I had never thought of Jason as all that domineering. I wondered what that Jason would be like as a lover.

I could find out. I could go over there right now and find out just how possessive my little brother could be. I wouldn't be able to climb up to his window, but I could throw a couple of rocks at his window to get his attention.

Those green eyes would look out of his window and see me in his backyard, in his territory, and they'd disappear, only to reappear as he came out of the back door. He'd take one look at me... No, he would have already made his decision about me as he came down stairs. When the door opened, all I would see in him was his impeccable will.

He didn't say anything, he didn't need to. He walked to me. Quickly taking me in his arms and throwing his mouth onto mine. My eyes were open as he kissed me. Green to green, he stared into my soul and claimed me for himself. I could feel my nipples hardening against his chest as he pulled me into him. If I had wanted to run, it was too late now. But I didn't want to run. I had willingly walked into the lion's den. I closed my eyes and surrendered to him.

I could smell the fresh cut grass in the air, feel it prickling my skin as he laid me down on the ground. His mouth found mine again, and his hand slid into my pants. Finding my clit, he began playing and circling it. His tongue twisted and turned in my mouth. I opened my eyes. I needed to breathe. I tried to pull back, but he wouldn't let up. He just kept kissing me, pushing me deeper and deeper.

His hand stopped and he pulled back. I took a few deep breaths and found him looking into my eyes. He held them for a few seconds until he knew he had my undivided attention. His finger flickered over my clit. Once, twice. I shuddered as the sudden bursts of pleasure ran through my body.

"Mine," he said softly. Almost whispering as he stared into me.

His finger flicked over my clit again, and again I trembled as I felt it go through me, through my tummy, and up my spine. "Mine," he said again, his eyes still locked with mine.

I knew what he wanted then. He didn't just want to claim me, he wanted me to surrender. To give in.

I looked into his eyes. Green to green.

"Yours," I said, my voice shuddering.

He smiled and came down to kiss me. His finger suddenly started up again, twisting me and flicking me higher and higher into pleasure. His hand kept going, faster and faster, but his tongue still moved lazily around inside my mouth. I couldn't focus anymore, couldn't hold out. I came right there inside my panties, laid out in his back yard, moaning my pleasure into his mouth.

It didn't do anything but make me hotter. I needed him. I needed him now.

Jason didn't miss a beat. He turned me over onto my stomach and lifted my ass into the air. I could feel the cool summer breeze on my naked bottom as he pulled my sweat pants and soaked panties down just enough to expose me to him. I looked around, hoping not to see any lights in any windows. I wasn't just exposed to Jason, anyone could be watching.

But Jason didn't care. I jumped as I felt his cock suddenly press against my entrance, opening me, sliding straight into me down to the base. His hand gripped my hips and he began slamming himself into me.

I wondered what the neighbors would think. The little slut next door had her face in the grass and was getting dicked down in the backyard by her bastard half-brother.

I moaned as he slammed back into me. I felt every inch and centimeter of his rod thrust in and out of my pussy. Hard and fast. Taking me, owning me. I could hear his hard breathing as he fought to keep up his pace, as he demanded every ounce of pleasure he could pound out of my pussy. His hands dug into my hips as he pulled and pushed me down his cock. His balls slapped against my clit as he sawed himself deeper and harder into me.

And I loved it. I had my hands full of grass and dirt, the only thing I could reach, as I held on for dear life while he rammed in and out of my pussy. I was half out of my mind with pleasure, moaning loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear, and not giving a damn about it.

I wasn't even a person to him anymore. I was just a piece of ass. A fuck hole that he was using to get his nuts off. And he did. I felt him as he shoved his cock into me one more time. He pulled me onto him hard, his fingers digging painfully into my ass. He wanted to be as deep as possible. Then I felt his cock shoot off inside me, his seed splashing against my walls, permanently marking me as his lover, his property.

He flipped me over onto my back and slid up my body until his cock was at my lips. I opened my mouth and took him in, tasting the mixture of his cum and my juices. He looked down at me, straight into my eyes, straight into my soul.

"Mine."

Sitting in my desk chair, I had to fight to catch every breath I could as I came down from my orgasm. The silhouette in what I hoped was Jason's room disappeared as the light turned off.

I was sitting in a wet spot of my own juices, knowing I should feel ashamed of myself, yet still not caring. I knew it then. I knew deep down in the bottom of my soul that I loved him. I loved Jason. I loved my little bastard half-brother. I loved him unconditionally and eternally. No matter what, Jason could never do any wrong in my eyes. Even if he started doing spirit fingers and decided he liked Justin Bieber.

I loved him. I fell asleep chanting to myself, "I love you, Jason. I love you, Jason. I love you, Jason. I love you..."

----

I actually avoided Jason for the rest of the break. And would you believe it, Sharron was right. When classes started again on Monday, rumors were running rampant around the yard about the star softball pitcher going to rehab in the middle of the year.

"Did you hear... I heard... You won't believe it..." God, I never noticed how much people around here gossiped. I had heard about Lala eight different times before I even heard the whole story. Apparently, she had confessed to her dad that she had a problem and needed help. At least, that was the story I finally heard from Hailey. I smiled to myself as she told it.

Jason's mood could only be judged as nonchalant, like always. I only had two morning classes that Monday, but I stayed for lunch anyway. When Terri walked by, I shuddered, remembering the favor I owed him.

Sharron, thankfully, acted like she never caught me fingering myself. She wasn't about to let a little thing like incest come between our friendship. And Hailey was none the wiser.

The other hangers-on just smiled and nodded as we talked the lunch hour away. They added a few extra details to the story. Lala was enrolled in a six month rehab program. Six months of not having to worry about that scheming little bitch being around my brother. Ahhhh...

"So are your parents back in town yet?" Hailey asked.

"Yeah, they came back last night. Daddy took today off work to rest up." Jet lag.

Daddy always crashed out after a long flight. He didn't say anything about the missing whiskey. He actually approved of my drinking it. According to him, most law cases are settled over a glass of whiskey long before they ever get to a court of law. Mom didn't say anything about the missing wine. "A young lady should know all about wine," I once heard her say. And no one cared at all about the beer.

Daddy came home, and, like always, crashed down onto the couch and fell asleep. Mom at least had the decency to ask about my week.

"Well, Mom, we had our sexy sleepover, I lusted after my half-brother, got caught masturbating about him by my best friend, who, while not approving, doesn't really condemn me for it. How was your week?"

I laughed to myself as I pulled into the driveway. That would have been a really interesting conversation.

Mom, after having convinced Dad about the comforts of a bed, had taken over the couch and the TV.

"Hey, Mom."

"Hey, honey. How was your day?"

I loved it when she wasn't really paying attention. "Little cool, little crazy. I had my baby, he took over the world and now every restaurant is Taco Bell."

"That's good honey. And 'Demolition Man' was a great movie."

I smiled as I walked to my room. She won this round.

I admit to being a little disappointed though. I was going through Jason withdrawals. I really wished I hadn't spent the last few days avoiding him. It wasn't a problem when I knew I could go down there to him whenever I wanted, but now that Daddy was home...

I sighed. "Things were so much easier with them out of town."

"Not happy to have us back?" Mom asked, surprising me from my doorway.

"What?! No!!! No! I'm glad you're back!" Cover! Cover!!!

"Sure you are," she smiled as she continued walking down the hall.

I sat down and looked out the window. It had been three nights since I had that little fantasy. Three days without any Jason time. The world was shifting away from its Katie-Jason centric view and I didn't like it. I wanted my Jason time!

And he needed me now. He was short one best friend and he needed me to fill that void. I looked at my backpack and had a bright idea. I reached into the pocket and grabbed my cellphone. "Hello."

"Hey, Jason!"

"Katie?"

"Yep. How's life?"

"Pretty good. You?"

"Not bad," I said, smiling. "I was sorry to hear about Lala. I know you were close to her."

"Were you?"

"Of course."

"Were you sorry when you planted the drugs in her car?"

"What?" What! How the hell did he know?!?! "What do you mean?"

"Katie, please, just respect that I know."

I knew that I had reached a fork in the road. I could either accept it or try to weasel my way out of it. But Jason didn't weasel. He did. He choked out Van, he bought out companies, and he defended his friends and family. He didn't weasel.

"Fine. But she was a snake."

He laughed. "I know."

He laughed. He actually laughed. He laughed at the fact that I had gotten a girl sent away for half a year! Maybe there was something to what Sharron was saying. "Still, I'm sorry you lost a good friend."

"It's okay. Maybe she'll learn something while she's gone."

"How did you know?"

"It doesn't really matter, does it?"

"Kind of."

He laughed again. I loved his laugh. It was deep and free and beautiful. "Well, let's just say a friend told me."

"Was it Sharron?" As scared as Sharron had been of Jason, I wouldn't have put it past her. Plus, she had told him about my striptease with her mom!

"Sharron knew?"

Damn it! "No! Well, kind of. After the fact anyway."

I wished I could have seen his face to help gauge his reaction, but I could hear his smile. "No, Sharron didn't tell me. I don't have lab with her until Wednesday."




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"Well, at least she didn't sell me out."

"Care to take another guess?"

I thought about it. "Terri." It had to be Terri. Either it was Terri or the neighbors were secret Soviet spies.

"Yep. Did you really think he wouldn't tell me?"

"I hoped."

"Hate to tell you..."

"You're not mad?"

"Please. Lala has done a lot worse in her day," he said.

"If you know what Lala is about, why do you hang out with her?"

"Because she's still a good friend. I may not agree with her end goals, but I love her all the same," he said.

At that moment, I really looked up to Jason. He took care of the people around him. Even the ones that were plotting to trap him in a loveless marriage.

I heard the doorbell ring. I didn't bother to answer it though, the 'rents were home after all.

"I guess," I said. "But I didn't trust her around you. You're too nice for her."

"Who do you think she learned it from?" he asked.

"Her father," I said. I immediately regretted it. The last thing I wanted was to bring up fathers.

Jason skipped over it. "Please. Her dad's a teddy bear. Don't let his music confuse you. He just knows how to advertise."

We both laughed.

"Katie," I heard Mom calling. "Dinner!"

Damn her! "Gotta go, J," I said, hoping he'd accept the nickname. Take it, take it! Let me call you that!

"What about my kiss?"

Yes!!! "Muah," I said, blowing him one through the phone. "That'll have to do for now," I said as I hung up. Yes!

Dinner was the usual affair. Dad bragged about how he had settled his latest case. "They were so scared of your dad..." Blah, blah, blah. I loved Daddy, but I knew how this story ended.

Mom talked about the different shops and fashion styles. "I swear, you would think they didn't have mirrors."

I really was glad to have my parents back home, but as I listened to my dad, I couldn't help but think about his son. Daddy abandoned his only son, but Jason still looked after his sister. I weighed them against each other, and it truly saddened me when I realized that Daddy didn't measure up. For the first time in my life, I looked at my dad with disapproval.

----

I was walking to my next class with Hailey, listening to her inane chatter about how perfect she and Kevin were. I envied her a little bit. She could run over and kiss Kevin and no one would bat an eye. I couldn't just do that with Jason. If I did that, plenty of eyes would be batting. They'd be batting the hell out of me.

"And I said it was about to, and he said rain! We're finishing each other's sentences! How in sync is that?!"

Sharron was lucky enough to have had her one class canceled for today. She didn't have to listen to this bullshit.

She finally shut up as she heard my phone ring. I don't mean to be harsh, but she was so infatuated it was annoying. I was going to have to kick Kevin's ass if they broke up. I just knew it.

I didn't recognize the number, but I answered anyway, thankful for any excuse to get out of hearing Hailey talk about Kevin. "Hello?"

"It was you, wasn't it?"

I recognized the voice immediately. Lala fucking Dawson. "Lala," I said, acting confused.

"Don't play dumb with me bitch. I don't fucking do drugs. I'm an athlete. I get drug tested every other fucking month. I know you put that shit in my car."

She sounded pissed. "Lala, I don't know what you're talking about," I said sweetly.

"Is that Lala Dawson?" Hailey asked, excitement barely contained.

I waved her away, moving ahead. I hated three-way conversations.

"You fucking bitch. When I get back..."

"Are you threatening Jason's sister? Wow. Not smart." I couldn't help myself. I had to brag. I wanted her to know how stupid she was. "That's almost as dumb as telling said sister you were going to trap her brother in a loveless marriage. Or leaving your car door unlocked."

"You fucking bitch." There was so much hatred in her voice. And I loved it. I felt so justified. She was showing herself to be the snake I knew she was. "This isn't over," she said.

"Yes, Lala, it is. I won. You lost. Take these next six months and lick your wounds up. I'm going to go hang out with Jason. You have a good day."

"You FUCKING BI..." I hung up on her. God that felt good.

"Was that Lala Dawson? Why didn't you tell me you two were cool," Hailey asked, almost screaming.

"Because we're not. We're like cobras and mongoose. Or is it mongeese." Fuck National Geographic. "Anyway, we don't like each other. I hate that bitch."

"Oh."

We walked in silence until I got to my building and we split ways.

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Who expects to learn anything from an ethics class? I mean, the only reason I took it was because it was required. But today, I was faced with a hard reality.

When I got home, I looked at my big house, and my big yard, and my flashy expensive car, and for the first time in my life, I was ashamed of them. Even with all the starving children in Africa, I could justify having these things. My daddy had worked hard for this stuff and we deserved them.

"You must be responsible for your actions," Mr. Davis had said. "No matter how wrong they may be."

Daddy wasn't responsible. If he was, one of the rooms in our big house would belong to his son, and Jason's bike would be parked next to my corvette. Instead, Jason was reading another book on the porch of the house next door, denied the love of his father.

I walked over and sat down next to him and wrapped my arm around his waist. "He doesn't really have a reason."

"Huh?"

I smiled. I loved it when he was confused, it was so cute. You could literally see his mind working and going through all the other conversations to make sure he wasn't supposed to know what we were talking about.

"My dad. He doesn't really have a reason to deny you."

"Reasons rarely matter, but results always count. Still, that's between him and me."

I leaned my head onto his shoulder. 'No Jason,' I thought to myself. 'It's not.'

"Do you think you'll ever forgive him?" I asked.

"No," he said with a sense of finality.

"You forgave me."

"You wanted me to."

I sighed. "You know I love you, right?"

He kissed me on my forehead. "I know."

I tensed up. "You know I love you as more than just a sister?"

He kissed me again. "I figured. I don't see most sisters kissing their brothers like you do." He looked at over at me. "Is there some purpose to these random but deep questions and confessions?"

"It's personal. I got a call from Lala today," I said, hoping to change to the subject.

"So did I. I hear from her most days."

"That's good."

He smiled. "I thought you said she was a snake."

"Snakes aren't that venomous over the phone," I said. I stood up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "I owed you that one," I said as I walked to the house.

I took a shower and stretched out naked on the bed. I should have been studying, but there was just too much on my mind. Way too much. I needed a massage. I held my fingers up. And a manicure. Might as well throw a pedicure in there too.

I grabbed my phone off the night stand and texted Sharron. "I need a spa day."

I heard the ding a second later. "You need to stop lusting after your brother. BABY BROTHER. But I could go for a spa day. Friday?"

I ignored the shot about me and Jason. "Coolies."

Ding. "Coolies about Jason or coolies about Friday?"

"Friday. I already told Jason I loved him."

Ding. "WHAT! WHAT DID HE SAY?"

"Nothing really. You know Jason. He's says stuff without really saying anything."

Ding. "Well, what did he not say?"

"I think he feels the same."

"Hailey," I heard my mom say, right before she opened the door. "Do you have..."

"Mom!!!" I grabbed my biggest pillow and tried to cover myself up.

"Oh please. I used to change your diapers. Do you have any new black pumps? Why am I even asking," she said as she walked into my closet. "Of course you do."

Ding. I looked at my phone. Great. I'm naked in my room, with my mother, texting my best friend about how I'm in love with my brother. Baby brother. Could this get any more awkward? Of course it could.

"I hear you've been talking a lot with Jason lately," my mom said as she rummaged through my closet.

"I thought you were looking for shoes."

"That boy is trouble."

Fine. Fuck it. Naked interrogation it is. "That boy is my brother."

Mom stuck her head out the closet long enough to give me a disapproving look. "No, he isn't. He's trouble and I want you to stay away from him."

"Yes, he is. Everyone knows it. And even if he isn't, he's Uncle Vincent's son, making him my cousin." I laughed to myself, kissing cousins. "So I'm just getting to know my family. In fact, I was thinking about inviting them over for dinner."

"Katie, what is this all about? Huh? Is this because your dad wouldn't get you that new corvette?"

"No, Mom. This is about the son both of you seem to want to forget exists. Well, he does. He exists. And, no thanks to either of you, he's a sweet, caring man." Mom didn't say anything to that one. Wow. Go me! I'm successfully arguing with my mother about my bastard brother in the nude! I'm awesome!

She walked out of my closet holding a pair of black Jimmy's. My favorite new pair. "Stay away from that boy," she said as she walked out. "And put some clothes on."

Ding.

I lay back on the bed and let my pillow fall on the floor. I looked over at the phone. I'd get back to Sharron later.

I heard the front door close as Mom left to wherever she was going. I decided to go ahead and get dressed and commit myself to the much needed study session I was about to put myself through. Maybe afterwards I could treat myself to a nice Jason treat. Or treat Jason to a me, I smiled.

I picked up my phone. It read, "Btw, I love you too." Jason.

----

I spent the rest of the week on a Jason high. I had to have reread that text at least a million times. I repeated it to myself like a mantra. I sang it in the shower. I wrote it in the margins of my notes. I did everything except shout it out to the world. The only one I told about it was Mr. Bobbles. I knew my teddy bear would never betray me.

I felt a little weird about not telling Sharron, but I knew her approval rating of the new Jason-Katie reality series was low at best. She didn't do anything but harp at me the whole time we had our spa day.

It was Saturday night. Mom was at some kind of fundraiser and Dad was upstairs in the office arguing with someone on the phone. I looked up from my computer. At least, Dad was in his office.

"Get dressed, sweetie," he said as he walked by. "I need your help. Business. You're my assistant tonight. And what the hell did your mom do with my favorite shirt?!"

Burned it, if she was smart. That shirt was absolutely hideous.

Daddy is one of the best defense lawyers around. And a good defense lawyer doesn't have to make reservations when he goes out to eat out. Angelo's was THE Italian restaurant. I've been to Italy, and Angelo's made the whole damn country look like an Olive Garden.

I was sitting in a gray, pin-striped suit looking every bit as delicious as the shrimp fra diavolo I was eating. This wasn't the first time Daddy pulled me into one of his meetings. Defense lawyers of Daddy's caliber have to quietly show their power. They rarely get to defend innocent people. Innocent people can't afford him. So, the bad guys need those little reminders that their lawyer knows all their business. And so does his team.

Craig Williams was his latest client. He was "accused" of ripping off two or three thousand people out of 15 million dollars. Plus, his name was connected to three or four murders. He was pretty much scum. But, he was scum that could afford to pay Daddy's fee.

He was trying to threaten Dad, but that wasn't going very well.

"So, let me make this perfectly clear, Craig. If you ever get a wild hair up your ass again, you remember, I have all the evidence. I know what you do and who you've done it to. And so does everyone I work with. You're not the first idiot I've worked with. I know people ten times worse than you, and if anything happens to me, or anyone that matters to me, you will feel the fire. Literally. Now, you're done eating. Get the hell out." When Daddy gets into his groove, it's impressive.

Just as Craig was about to stand up, BJ pushed him back into his chair.

BJ? What the fuck was he doing here? Terri and Jason walked up behind him. Jason pulled a chair up and sat down. I stared daggers at Terri, who stood behind him. Traitor.

"Your client has some problems," Jason said to Daddy. "He ripped off a good friend of mine."

Daddy looked like he was about to blow a gasket. There was a vein in his neck that looked like it was about to pop. "This is not the time, boy."

BJ moved his jacket and showed everyone the gun he had stuck in his belt. "No. I think this is the perfect time." I kicked Jason underneath the table. He looked at me, and I signaled him to the door.

"You're not about to shoot someone in a crowded restaurant," Daddy said. "Even I couldn't make that go away."

"I'm willing to pay each of these people $100,000 if it comes to that," Jason said. Terri patted the briefcase he was carrying.

I thought Jason in a t-shirt was sexy. Jason in a $3,000 suit... yummy. Jason looked at Craig. "Now, I don't have as wide of a network as your lawyer does. But, what I do have is the money to make anyone my friend. No matter where you try to run off to, putting $100,000 on your head is going to make life uncomfortable. So, I think we need to talk." He looked around the table. I loved it when he looked at me, and then looked over me. His eyes wandered down my cleavage and took in my figure.

"When some asshole comes through town and scams a good friend of mine out of 500 grand, well, I get upset." He slid an envelope across the table. "This is an order from the judge revoking your bail. I can have him file this whenever I want. And when you end up behind bars, you're going to be locked up with a rapist. Who likes raping men." Oh my God. I was seeing Jason in action. And he wasn't taking down some punk football player. He was putting a world-class criminal in his place. "This cost me 60 grand. 50 for the judge, ten for the jailer."

"I'm not scared of you."

"I find that people only say that when it's a lie. Katie isn't afraid of me. You? I think you're terrified." I loved how he said my name. It was like a warm caress, even when he was in the middle of threatening someone. "But, I like making friends. So, give Michelle Linix back her money, plus 100 grand, and, if you get out of this little legal matter, I can have a nice lucrative position opened up for you. Seven figures a year, and all legal."

BJ leaned over, "You can be screaming for help while Jojo fucks you up the ass, or convince people to buy acetate from us. Your choice."

Craig was actually shivering. "O-okay."

"Good boy. You have 24 hours. Otherwise, tell Jojo I said hi." He stood up. "Enjoy your dinner, gentlemen. Ma'am." And they all walked out.

Daddy looked at Craig with disgust. "You are in the middle of a trial, and you still ran a scam." Craig looked away sheepishly. "Get the hell out of here." Craig got up, he didn't even try to look Daddy in the eye. He just got up and walked out. Daddy sighed and looked over at me. "Dumbass."

I smiled. "At least we got a good meal out of it."

-----

I lay in my bed. I had been wet ever since Jason sat down at our table. My Pikachu t-shirt was pulled up to my shoulders, my pajama bottoms were down by my knees, I had one hand massaging my breasts, and the other two fingers deep in my soaking pussy.

God, Jason was so damn sexy. I imagined us living together in our own home. Jason would walk through the door, tired after having a late-night dinner full of threatening a murderer into doing what he wanted.

He walked through the door and I gave him a quick welcome home kiss.

"Hard day?" I asked.

His eyes drank me in as he slipped out of his shoes. I hated it when he did that. Do you know what that does to $300 shoes?

"You wouldn't believe," he said.

I ran my hand over his crotch. He was half-way hard. Good. I was wearing his favorite LBD (little black dress). I would have been pissed if I found his cock in any other condition.

"Oh, I think I have an idea."

He was hardening by the second. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down, giving him a soul-searing kiss. I lost my tongue somewhere in the back of his mouth as his arms wrapped around me, his hands easily finding their way to my ass, gripping me through my dress.

I finally pulled back so we could breathe, and I could relocate my tongue.

"I think you might," he said.

I grabbed his tie and led him into our bedroom.

I smiled to myself as I flicked my finger over my clit. Our bedroom. Just the thought sent shivers up my spine.

I slid his jacket off and let it fall to the floor. The wrinkles would make the dry cleaners curse my name for the next hundred years, but it would be worth it. I loosened his tie and pulled it off him, dropping it to the floor. I ran my hand over his crotch again as he looked down at me. He was rock hard now. His body was tense. There was probably nothing he'd prefer more than to grab me, throw me down on the bed, and have his way with me. But he knew better. When I wanted to get my way, he knew to let me.

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. That found its way to the floor, too, joining the tie and jacket. I pushed him down on the bed and undid his belt, throwing it aside and praying I didn't hit the TV.

I undid his pants and let them slide down until he could step out of them. I looked into his eyes and saw only lust. There was nothing else on his mind now. All he wanted was to put his cock into something. I smiled and gave him a quick kiss.

I went down on my knees and slid off his boxers. He stepped out of them, looking down at me as his hard cock stared me in the face. I opened my mouth and took him all the way in. I looked into his eyes as I slowly let him slide between my lips, deeper into my mouth.

He looked down at me with relief and pleasure and need. I smiled around his cock and let him fall out. He thought it was going to be that easy? How cute.

I stood up and turned around, pulling my hair to the side. "Can you unzip me, J?"

"Sure." I could hear the frustration in his voice. He took a deep breath. I could feel his fingers tremble with need as he slid my zipper down, revealing the dark red lace of the back of my bra and matching panties.

He knows that I love my red hair. And when I match my underwear to it, it means he's in for one hell of a night.

I let my hair fall back in place as I slowly slid off the tiny straps that held the dress in place off my shoulders. With one pull of the hemline, it slid off my body, pooling on the floor around my feet. For some reason, Jason loved seeing me barefoot.

I turned around slowly, letting him take me in. I wasn't disappointed. His cock was as hard as I had ever seen it, every vein popping and pulsing as fast as they could. His abs were tight with anticipation. His breathing was shallow and quick. His eyes filled with liquid hot lust.

I loved it. I loved him.

I walked over to him, swinging my hips just the way he liked. I put one hand over his shoulder and pulled him down for a kiss. With my other hand, I ran my freshly manicured nails over his naked cock, paying special attention to the head.

"You look tense, love. I think I can relax you," I suggested.

He closed his eyes as I lightly ran my nails from his balls to the top of his cock. I kissed him once more before I dropped down to my knees and took his cock into my mouth.

I never liked sucking cock. It didn't do anything for me. But I loved sucking Jason's cock, loved watching him surrender to me, loved knowing I controlled his pleasure, loved that this man, feared by all kinds of people, was putty in my hands.




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His hands were tangled into my hair, coaxing me to finish him. I smiled to myself. He was going to be disappointed. At least, for a moment. I knew how to take care of my man.

I let his cock slip out of my mouth.

I stood up. "Can you undo my bra, love?" His hands grabbed my bra and he pulled, snapping the clasp. He was too far gone and he knew it. He didn't have any patience for the delicate intricacies of breast support.

His hands grabbed my shoulders and he threw me onto the bed. I looked up at him, bare-breasted and panty clad as he stood over me. His eyes swam with lust and desire.

Back in my room, I realized my fingers weren't going to be enough. Not tonight. I reached into my nightstand and grabbed Jason Jr. He was six inches of vibrating, stainless steel pleasure. I turned it on high and easily slid it into my soaking pussy. I closed my eyes as I felt the vibrations coming from inside me.

Jason fell down onto me, his hand grabbing at my breasts, his lips locking onto mine. I felt his hard cock as it pressed against my panty-clad pussy.

God, he must have been desperate. Want and need radiated off him as his tongue penetrated my mouth. His hands weren't so gentle. He twisted and pulled at my breasts and nipples, driving me crazy, pushing me into my need for him. I could feel every twist and pull down my spine into my pussy as his cock moved up and down against my clit.

I had planned to take this slowly, dragging his pleasure behind me the whole time. Obviously, holding out on him all week had been a mistake. Now, I was getting just as crazy for his cock as he was.

My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his mouth even tighter against mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, but his hips kept moving, kept pushing that delicious cock against me. Damn it. I wanted it. I wanted it more than I wanted my next breath.

I pulled Jason away from me and looked into his eyes. I didn't want foreplay, I didn't want to be eaten out. I wanted cock. Hard, pounding cock. And I didn't want to wait for it.

Jason knew me too well. His hand moved down and pushed my panties to the side. I moaned as the head of his cock slid past my lips.

He smiled at me. Somewhere he had found the time to get himself under control. He slid his cock into me, slowly. Centimeter by centimeter. I could feel every inch and vein as he slid past my lips and into my pussy.

I growled at him. I wanted to be pounded now. If he wanted slow, he should have just let me do what I was doing!

Jason laughed at my growl and kissed me again.

Finally his cock was all the way into me. He was home, exactly where he was supposed to be.

He looked into my eyes. There was more inside him than lust now. There was understanding. There was love.

He held himself up by his arms and pulled back before slamming that hard piece of Jason cock into me. He lifted, then fell, thrusting into me again and again. I didn't feel each inch any more. I felt the impact. I felt the loss and reunion as our bodies came apart and together, again and again. He was giving me what I wanted, and what he needed.

With my arms still wrapped around his neck, I pulled him down for another kiss.

He picked me up. His hands gripped my ass as he lifted me off his cock until the head was the only thing left inside me. Then he let go.

I rubbed my clit as I slid the vibrator in and out of myself. God, Jason Jr was amazing.

I fell back down onto him. He did it again. And again. His hands were spreading me open and then dropping me onto that steel rod he called a dick. Again and again. He went down to his knees and laid me on the floor.

He kissed me. Then he started pounding his cock into me all over again.

I moaned and I screamed. I pushed against his chest, needing a moment, a second. But he wouldn't stop. He just kept slamming his man-meat into my soaking pussy. He grabbed my breast and started sucking on my nipple, his tongue lashing it every which way.

He pushed me over the edge. My muscles tensed, my back arched, I couldn't breathe. My pussy gripped and massaged his cock, trying to draw his seed into me.

He didn't stop or hesitate. He didn't give me a moment or respite. He just kept pumping and thrusting away at me, at my poor little pussy. His balls kept bouncing off my ass while he slammed himself into me.

I came. Oh God did I come. My juices gushed out around Jason Jr, soaking my bed.

When I was finally able to breathe, I slid my vibe out of my tired little pussy, almost setting off another orgasm.

What did it mean that, when Jason was at his scariest, I still found him sexy?

I smiled. It meant I loved him. I loved everything about him. I loved Jason. Point blank period. My smile got even wider.

And he loved me.

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I knelt down next to him as he ratcheted something on his bike.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Would it even mean anything if I explained that I was replacing the NO2 intake valve on my bike?"

"Not really," I answered. Wait, wasn't I the one with a question?

"There you go," he smiled. I couldn't see him smiling, but I knew he was.

I sat down, stretching my legs out in front of me, and brushed my red hair out of my eyes. "Jason, we need to talk."

He looked over at me. "I've never actually dated anyone, but I've heard those are bad words for a man to hear."

"I want more than a few stolen moments while my mom and dad are out. I want you."

He turned back and started ratcheting at his bike again. "Okay."

I frowned. Obviously, he wasn't taking this as seriously as he should have been. "I'm serious. I want us to have a real relationship."

He looked over at me and set the ratchet down. "I said okay. Katie, I've been ready for more since the first time you kissed me. I don't care what your mother thinks, or what our father thinks. I don't care what anyone thinks. I love you." He smiled. "And not just as a brother. If you're ready for us to be something, then I'm all for that. If not, well, I'm willing to wait until you are." He sat down beside me and took my hand into his. "I love you. And whatever you want, I want that."

There were tears running down my face as he leaned down and kissed me. He gave himself to me in that kiss. His heart, his soul. I was in love with my bastard baby brother, and he was in love with me.

As he pulled away and looked into my eyes, I had no concerns, no worries. Jason was mine, and I was his. Totally and completely. No matter what the future held, we would face it together.

It took me two months. Two months of discreet looks and shy approaches. Now, Jason and I went everywhere together. We held hands, we kissed, we sat at the same table in the cafeteria. I even got to ride his motorcycle! People looked at us funny at first, but no one ever actually said anything to us. I think they were too scared of Jason. I gave Terri my meanest looks whenever Jason couldn't see me. He never did apologize. He just looked back at me and shrugged. Never trust a drug dealer.

Uncle Vincent was actually a godsend. I was totally expecting him to go ballistic when Jason invited me to dinner. Vincent took it all in stride.

"That boy knows what he wants and he can take care of himself. As long as you two are happy, I'm all for it. Plus, it'll piss them off," he smiled. I didn't need to ask who he meant by "them".

Jason wanted to be there when I told my parents. I appreciated the support, but they were going to have a hard enough time just hearing it from me. If Jason was here, I'd probably end up needing the police. I finally dressed myself up in a black pantsuit and confronted my parents. It was the same suit I had worn when I asked for my corvette.

We were sitting in Daddy's office. "Mom, Dad, I've been dating Jason. And I'm going to continue dating Jason. No matter what."

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Ten years later...

Jason walked through the door, finally. Rex jumped all over him, ensuring that I was going to have to take that suit to the cleaners. I hated that dog. Who the hell still names a dog Rex? But Jason insisted. Jason had always wanted a dog, but Uncle Vincent was allergic.

"Hey sweetie," he said as he kissed me on the cheek.

I held Richard in my arms. "Hey honey! How was work?" Jason still ran most of his assets through shell companies, but he kept a close eye on them. People rarely knew they were talking to the owner.

"It was work." He took Richard from me and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "How was your day?"

I loved Jason, most of the time. I was so happy when I got pregnant and decided to quit my job. I had taken my business degree and gone into advertising, but work didn't turn out like I thought it would, not with Jason in my life. The first time I had a boss that I didn't like, said boss was transferred to the mail room. For no apparent reason.

I knew what happened. Jason bought the damn agency. And it didn't happen that one time. In four years, Jason had bought and sold three different businesses that had employed me. Still, it was out of love, so I never mentioned it. I just accepted that my husband was my over-protective brother and wasn't about to let me have a job with an asshole boss. I also realized that I was never going to work my way up. If I came home and said I wanted a promotion, Jason would probably have bought my way into it. Strangely, I found it a little depressing.

Dad had thrown a fit when I told him I was dating Jason. But I threw all the fake paperwork he used to deny Jason in his face and told him Jason wasn't really my brother. His fit turned into a full blown legal argument after that. I still smile when I think about it. Mom passed out after I admitted to having sex with Jason.

They tried not to talk to me, but Jason bought out Dad's law practice through a shell company. By the time Daddy realized it, he was sitting in front of his new boss. A boss that apparently liked family values in his employees. They invited us over for dinner that night.

Strangely, while they hate my husband, they love their grandson. Richard had all the newest toys before we even had a chance to hear about them.

Jason threw his tie and jacket over the arm of the couch as he sat down to play with Richard, trying to tire him out before dinner.

Terri and Hailey were supposed to come over.

That's right, they got married. It wasn't a great marriage. They cheated on each other all the damn time, we didn't ask questions. For some reason, it seemed to work for them. Don't ask me how. Terri and I had it out after he betrayed me to Jason. But we both wanted what was best for him so we let sleeping dogs lie.

Sharron married Ron. Yep, gay Ron. No idea how that happened either, but if you want to believe Sharron, their sex life was insane.

I loved BJ. I don't think he liked me at first, but we grew on each other. I convinced Jason to make BJ the CEO of one of his companies after he retired from the NFL.

I loved BJ, but I hated BJ's wife.

Lala fucking Dawson. The bitch.

"The second you fuck up and he starts looking elsewhere, I'll be there," she told me after Jason and I got married. Jason made me include her in my bridal party. Lala and I still had our own little quiet war going between us. She tried to sabotage my anniversary, I successfully sabotaged her wedding. The colors were black and blue. I even got the stripper at her bachelorette party to "accidentally" elbow her in the eye. Just so she matched.

Still, she was one of Jason's best friends. So we smiled when we saw each other and hid the claws and fangs. BJ was Richard's godfather after all.

I smiled as I watched Jason playing with our son. Life was good. I had married my bastard half-brother, had a beautiful child with him, and owned my disapproving father's law firm. Mom actually tried to bribe Jason into leaving me. We both laughed about that, then we fucked.

Jason was a virgin when we started dating. That didn't last long, but it took me six months to find out what his kink was. Public sex. And he didn't actually tell me. We had gone to see some boring action movie. As we sat in the back row, I slipped his cock out of his pants. It wasn't our first time, but I had never seen him this hard. When I looked over at him, his eyes were boring into me.

I leaned over and took him into my mouth. He was so turned on he actually had to bite his own hand to keep from moaning too loud.

He didn't last long. I bobbed up and down on his cock, my tongue playing along the underside of his cock. It only took five minutes before I felt his body tense up and that first shot of cum hit my throat. With bombs and gunfire going off on the screen, I swallowed down spurt after spurt of Jason's seed.

We didn't stay for the rest of the movie.

Since then, I made sure that Jason knew he could have me anywhere. He's finger fucked me under table clothes in expensive restaurants, had me on my knees sucking him off in gas station bathrooms, he even fucked me on a subway car full of people.

I didn't know much about Jason's life. I was still piecing it together. But it didn't really matter to me like it once did, even with Lala holding it over my head. I knew the man he was. I knew he loved me. He loved his son. He even loved his dog. And there was no force on Earth that would take him from us.

And he was committed to making every sexual fantasy I had a reality.

I put Richard in his play pen and walked into our bedroom where Jason was changing out of his work clothes. I watched as he took off his shirt, as he undid his pants and let the fall. I smiled.

Jason wasn't facing me, so I snuck up behind him and pushed him onto the bed. He turned over and looked at me as I straddled him. "Um... Katie? What are you doing?"

"Exercising my wifely prerogatives." I pulled his underwear down and smiled when his hard cock snapped back up at me.

"We have guests coming."

He shuddered as I wrapped my hand around him. "And in a few minutes, you'll be coming too." I pulled my panties to the side and slid down onto him, enjoying the delicious feel of his cock head as it penetrated into me.

Jason stopped arguing with me as I started to move my hips, fucking my pussy down onto him. Hard and fast. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out me quickly filled the air. He caught the rhythm and started to thrusts up the meet me. I looked down at him and smiled. Our hands intertwined, his cock sawing in and out of me, I leaned down and kissed him.

I screamed. I screamed my pleasure out to him. I screamed his name. I screamed words I didn't even know as he pushed me over the edge. I felt my pussy clench and tighten around his cock, refusing to let him leave me.

He grunted as my orgasm coaxed out his. He pushed himself up into me and shot his cum into my womb.

As I fell down onto his chest, I smiled.

Yeah. Life was good.

I always made sure to send Van a Christmas card every year. I mean, if he had never tried to rape me and gotten his ass handed to him, I might never have taken that second look at the man I call my husband, my bastard half-brother, my Jason.