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Princess Ch. 02 Interlude

By: Saxon_Hart



Author's note; This piece was 75% done when "Princess" was posted. It was originally meant to be a quick bridge from chapter 1 to chapter 3, told from Maddie's point of view to answer a lot of things that Steve doesn't know yet. As I started finishing it I began to tinker. Here is the result of my tinkering. I hope you enjoy this........SH

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Princess: Interlude

As I drive down the road on this fine December morning, in the second hour of a ten hour trip I reflect on the changes to my life since last summer. I also have plenty of time to analyze the recurring dream that woke me this morning, and the past several mornings. It haunts me because my mother and grandmother claim we Murphy women have prophetic dreams. 

The psychology class I had originally wanted to take had filled up within minutes on registration day. Many Psych majors were going to have to postpone their graduation for another semester. The Dean of Science therefore decided to offer a special summer course for those affected students. A course of seven hour classes, five days a week for six weeks figured to get us all the credit we needed to graduate on time. I was actually trying to graduate early and this kept me on that track. 

During one class, we had a discussion on family dynamics and sibling rivalry, leading to a discussion of my family and our treatment of my younger brother Steve. I talked about how my parents loved me so much, and bought me whatever I wanted and Steve was pretty much taking up space. During this particular discussion there was a scuffle off to one side of the room. I looked over to see several guys forcing a football player out of the room. I wondered what had gotten them all worked up, but figured it didn't have anything to do with me so I paid no more attention to it.

The next day my professor asked to talk to me after class. When I got to her office, she was there with the football player from yesterday.

"Ms. Sheppard, please have a seat. This young man is Byron Childress. He is graduating as a junior and has been drafted into the NFL." Byron wouldn't look at me. He just sat there wringing his hands and staring at the floor. "Mr. Childress has a few things he would like to say to you, he had to take a day to calm down, and now feels he can speak evenly and not get emotional. Mr. Childress?"

He sat there for the longest time. He seemed to carry a weight greater than any he carried on the football field. When he finally spoke, his tone was low, soft and pleasant. "I envy you Ms. Sheppard. Not for your money. Not for your upbringing. Not for your material things that your daddy buys you." I felt slightly offended at that but wasn't going to show it. 

"I am originally from a neighborhood in South Central Los Angeles. Believe me, most of the stories you hear about South Central are true. And you don't hear half of the things that happen. Most Los Angelinos don't hear of them, so don't take that as an affront. My momma gave birth to two boys, myself and my younger brother Clarence. She also had three daughters, Clarice, who's older than me and has three boys of her own, and Shantell and Mari."

"Moms worked three jobs, seven days a week to keep food on our table. She made us read the bible and no matter what, family disputes were settled before they were an hour old, or she'd know why. Clarice was always in charge. If one of us younger kids got into trouble, moms came down on her for not keepin' tabs on us. I'd rather slit my own throat than disappoint my momma or Clarice. When Clarice got pregnant and moved to her own place, I became the one in charge. It didn't make no difference if I had football or schoolwork or what, I had to care for the younger kids while moms worked."

"One Friday night while I was playing in a football game, Clarence went out and got mixed up with some gang members. He and several of his friends stopped these guys from messing with Shantell and her friend Juana. The next evening Clarence and his friends were gunned down as they walked to the church for bible study." He shook and tears were rolling down his face. "You don't know what it's like to face your momma, to tell her that you fucked up and allowed her child to die. If I could, I would trade places with Clarence in a heartbeat!" He looked up and locked me in his gaze, "You can't say that. You won't trade your Mercedes down a class to help your brother. Us older brothers and sister have to look out for our younger siblings damn it! Who else they got? Who else?"

I haven't lost Stevie yet, and damn it I'm not going to. I realized just how badly my brother has been treated by me and my parents. While my parents were never abusive to Steve, they barely acknowledged his existence. Most times it was like we were a family of three with a tag-along. 

My dad would hand me money for just about anything I wanted. Steve borrowed $120 from him once when he was 12. He went and bought a used lawn mower and Weed eater from a small engine repair shop, along with a couple of gas cans and some gas. He left every morning as the sun was coming up and came home just after sundown, and at the end of two weeks gave dad $150. He kept mowing lawns every day until fall and winter hit. Then he bought a rake and snow shovel and continued to make money that way. 

When Steve was 13 he had some kind of flu that left him so weak he couldn't even leave is bed to use the bathroom. Neither mom nor dad would do anything to help him. He lay in his bed for five days straight. My father chastised him for peeing in his bed, and started calling him a bed wetter, even in front of other people. The only person who got him through it was Wendy from across the street. She would bring him soup and help him clean up and nursed him back to health. He loved her. I truly believe that if she hadn't been killed with her older brother on seven lakes road one winter night, four years ago, that Stevie and Wendy would be together still. They would have taken each other's virginity. He took her death very hard. Luckily he had some friends to help him through it. 

One Christmas my dad's only sister, Aunt Karen asked my dad to allow her and my uncle to take Stevie to live with them. My dad refused and even quit speaking to her for a period of time. That was about the time that Stevie ceased interacting with the family.

When I described my brother as an annoying little jerk off, I was asked to give details as to why I felt that way. I couldn't give one, that wasn't dismissed as normal teenage behavior.

My professor asked me to meet her after class. "I have some big concerns about your brother's mental health." She told me. "The emotional isolation he's been subjected to can cause many issues. Does he have any self destructive habits? Drug abuse, alcohol abuse, anything like that?"

I didn't feel he drank any more, or less than any other teen I knew, but I shivered when I thought of his car that he never seemed to feel was fast enough. 

After a few days of classroom discussions I decided I was going to make things right with my brother. One girl talked about her brother beating up a guy who hit her, well my brother is smaller than I am but it would be nice to feel that kind of love from him.

When I got home a week before the Fourth of July I tried to talk to him. He had become quite adept at avoiding me, and there were many places he could go that I didn't know about. I thought about all the times I harassed him to be more like me in school and to try harder to be like me and I understood why he avoided me so. 

I had even started breaking my friends' habit of calling him down. 

We were sunning one day and Steve was washing his car, which he did about every other day. My friend Amanda said, "I think the stain keeps checking me out. Maddie, can you deal with him please?"

"Get a life." I said, "He isn't harming anyone."

"His presence is harming to me." Said Charlotte.

Amanda huffed and I could swear I heard my friend Shelby tell Charlotte to "Shut the fuck up" and that she thought he was hot. 

"What???" asked Charlotte.

"I think he's hot! OK? He looks like a cross between Sebastian Bach and David Coverdale," said Shelby defending her statement. "I've always thought he was hot, besides 'Manda, I've seen you scoping his junk."

Amanda looked redder in the face than usual, and seemed to be digging for a comeback, but the truth was written on her face. Even Charlotte seemed to reconsider her position a bit. I never realized my friends though my brother was anything other than annoying. As he walked across the yard to hang his chamois up to dry I caught myself, as well as my cohorts scoping him out. He walked back to his car, ignoring us as usual.

Shelby spent the night at my house that night. We were just talking when suddenly she asked me, "Do you ever think of Stevie as sexy?"

I had never though about it before, he was just Stevie. "He's my brother. I can't think he's sexy."

"When did you say he'd get up and piss?"

My brother had a knack for getting up to pee, no matter what time he went to bed, at 2:15 am every morning without fail. I couldn't figure out why she wanted to know so I told her, "In about ten minutes. Why?"

"I am going to make him want to fuck me here and now!"

I had no idea what she planned but I knew, for some reason I was jealous. I had no reason to be jealous since he is my brother. But it bothered me that she could want him, she could fuck him, she could marry him, and she could have his children. I couldn't, and it wasn't fair. For the first time in ages I wished he wasn't my brother for a reason other than he annoyed me.

"What about Eric? You know your fiancé."

"I've watched Stevie in the shower, Eric is no Stevie. Not even close! Your baby brother has a beautiful cock."

I was a bit shocked to find my friend had been peeping on my brother, and I was also getting perturbed with her calling him "Stevie." My aunt Karen is the only one who calls him that. I didn't really feel I had the right to call him that, so neither did she. 

A few minutes later she looked at the clock and jumped up. "Ready or not Stevie..." With this she stripped buck naked and headed into the bathroom. I moved my self around so that I could see into the bathroom. I saw Shelby put one foot up on the toilet and start masturbating. "He's gonna shit himself when he sees that," I thought to my self.

She was really getting into it when I saw his shadow appear on the opposite wall. I wished I could see his face, but I knew he got an eyeful as he stood there for a minute before retreating to his bedroom. I snuck into the bathroom and Shelby stopped jillin'. We crept to his bedroom door and heard him pissing out of his window. He went back to his bed and started jacking off for all he was worth. 

"Man this is hot," said Shelby. "I'm half tempted to go join him."

I lightly punched her in the arm, but I have to admit my pussy was getting wet just knowing what he was doing 10 feet away. We crept back to my bed and climbed in. 

Shortly I felt Shelby's hand on my tit, which gave me cause to grab hers. Our lips met in a hot wet kiss. Our tongues sought each other out and our passion raged. 

Neither one of us considered ourselves lesbian or even bi. But at times when we were both hornier than a goat we weren't afraid to take care of each other. She broke our kiss and took my nipple into her mouth and began licking and flicking it with her tongue. I reached down with one hand and began tweaking her clit, while my other thumb and forefinger rolled and pulled on her nipples. I felt her hand flick my clit, sending electric shockwaves through my body. I buried my mouth in her hair to stifle a squeal of delight and she snaked two fingers into my sopping wet snatch. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through my body as she worked her digits into my cunt. I pushed her off me and rotated around so that I could put my head between her perfect thighs.

As we got into 69 position her mouth locked onto my pussy and sucked me rapidly to orgasm. I clamped my mouth on her inner thigh to muffle my scream of pleasure. As soon as the waves abated I went to work on her cunny. I sucked her erect clit into my mouth and slid three fingers into her hole. She immediately started bucking her hips and I could feel her tunnel muscles clamping on my fingers. She in turn stuck her fingers into me and started pumping in rhythm with mine. I could tell she was getting close again, as was I. I pulled my slimy fingers out of her cunt and worked one up into her asshole. Her fingers double-timed it in my pussy as she came as hard as I had ever seen her cum. I came just from the sheer pleasure of making my best friend cum that way. We collapsed onto the bed and fell deep asleep.

As the summer wore on I discovered just how hard it is to corner my brother if he doesn't wish to see you. He went to Aunt Karen's for two weeks and then basically managed to avoid being home anytime I was for the rest of it. I left for school in early September without ever getting to talk to him at all.

I look out at the snow covered ground flying by, as I grow nearer to the man I love and want to take as my own. I wanted to be home three days ago. I had planned on hiding out with him for a couple of days before I went to see my parents. 

Instead I spent one day in the infirmary and two more days resting in my dorm allowing a course of anti-biotics work on my strep throat.

I am even more nervous because as we have called each other over the past couple weeks, ha seems to be growing a distance between us. I haven't heard the longing in his voice, or felt like he is missing me as much as I am missing him. According to my psych books, he might feel abandoned again. One fantastic night might not be enough to win a heart that is used to being ignored and broken. He's not used to being loved, and therefore is waiting for the other shoe to drop. He might believe he can't be loved.

I stop for lunch in the early afternoon. As I eat I ponder the dreams. They all are the same. I am sucking my man's cock in front of a fire place. After he cums in my mouth I tell him to pound my ass. I gave my anal cherry to him when I was home for Thanksgiving. Every time as he is about to force his rock hard cock home, a parade of my friends come through making fun of him. They call him bed wetter and stain. I turn to tell him to ignore them and plow his sister's ass, and all I see is a 10 year old Steve, picking his nose and playing with his wiener. I freak out and yell "Grow up for fuck's sake! No wonder mom and dad hate you." As soon as the words leave my mouth I regret them and wish to undo what can't be undone. Next thing I know, people in black doctor and nurse uniforms are surrounding us, I am being comforted by faceless people and I feel a horrible sense of loss. I always awaken with a sob of sorrow in my throat.

I have discussed this dream with my professors on a few different occasions, leaving out or changing certain details of course, only to be told I am afraid of committing my heart to this man, when I describe him as a lover, or I fear losing a connection, when described as my brother.

I pay my bill, refill my gas tank, buy a bottle of water and hit the road once more. Realizing I am on the final road to home I think back to Thanksgiving.

I pulled into the driveway of my parents' home on Sunday night. I was happy to see that Stevie's car was in its parking spot. I wanted to go in and hug him and let him know things were going to be different between us from now on. I was greeted at the door my mom and dad. After a few pleasantries I took my things upstairs, and ran into my brother, whom was going down the stairs. "Steve. Do you have a few minutes to gab with your sis?"

"Sorry Princess," he said using the nickname he knew I abhorred, "I gotta run; Mike and two liters of vodka are waiting. Try me around the "second coming," I might have a free minute then." With that he headed down the stairs and out the door. I heard his car leave and heard my dad curse about the tire marks he left on the street.

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, he wasn't going to warm up to me until I had made the first several moves. I was worried about his drinking and began to put my psych classes to work, formulating a plan to win my brothers love again. 

I spent most of the night sleepless, waiting for him to come home. I fell asleep finally around 5 in the morning. I was awakened by his phone ringing sometime later. I heard him go downstairs and come up a few minutes later to vomit violently in the bathroom. I heard the shower come on and decided to go see if he was ok. I walked into the bathroom and saw blood in his puke. Horrified I turned to see Stevie in the shower. He was jacking his cock for all he was worth. I stood mesmerized and his hand pumped on his beautiful prick.

My pussy started tingling and I reached into my panties and began rubbing my clit. His hand began pumping at a furious pace and my diddling fingers matched it. Just as his cock launched his hot sticky jizm on the shower wall I was rocked by my own orgasm. I tried to not make a sound but a sigh escaped me. Fearing he had heard I ran into my room and dove into bed as fast as I could. As soon I heard him leave I immediately began masturbating.

I inserted my fingers into my smooth hairless pussy easily because I was so wet. All I could think of was my brother's rock hard 8 inch cock pounding into me as I pumped my fingers in and out of my hole. It didn't take me long at all to cum. About twenty minutes later, Shelby came by and we headed out for a day of catching up and shopping. 

Later in the afternoon Shelby suggested we go by Charley's and see if Steve looked busy. If not we'd take him to lunch and both of us talk to him. I was uncomfortable having Shelby trying to get her talons into him, but I figured in the end I could end up where I wanted to be. Stevie was busy when we went by. I felt another jealous twinge when I saw him demonstrating an instrument to a hot looking soccer mom and her son. I also saw one of his students and his mother waiting for a lesson and could have sworn I saw her checking him out. Once I know Steve spotted us so we went to the Birchwood Mall.

On Tuesday my old boyfriend Tommy, better known as Diesel, came by to take me for a ride in his new car. He was quite proud of it and drove rather recklessly and tried to scare me. We picked up Shelby later on and he asked us if we could find out if Stevie's car is faster than his. He bragged of beating some guys who raced on the north end of town. He said that he wasn't going to race any of the guys at Johnny's unless he knew for sure that he'd win.

"None of those guys will race unless there's at least $500 on the line. I even hear your brother keeps $1000 on him just for such occasions."

We both said we'd try to find an opportunity to ride with him and see what his car was like. I had found receipts for things he bought for his car. I knew how much money he had invested in it and I was sure it would beat Tommy's new car in a heartbeat. Later Shelby and I both decided we'd tell him that Stevie's car wasn't all that fast just to see him race Stevie.

Wednesday evening I finally got my opportunity to talk to Steve, or so I thought. Charlotte knew of a party happening that night and we all decided we'd go. Steve was getting ready to go out when I asked him for a ride to Charlotte's house. I got in his car and immediately buckled my seat belt. He didn't get many opportunities to scare me and I knew he'd make the most of this. The car shook as he started it and back down the drive way. We got into the street and he floored it, making the car do a wheelie for quite a distance. He kept the stereo turned up so that conversation was impossible, but after the first wheelie he did drive quite sanely and got me to Charlotte's in one piece. 


Princess Ch. 02 Interlude



"Thanks bro!" I told him, and then on the spur of the moment I leaned across and kissed him on the cheek. It was hard not to laugh at his expression of wonderment. I went up the walk and into Charlotte's house. I didn't hear him leave, so I have no idea how long he sat there. 

Shelby and Amanda showed up about ten minutes after I got there. Charlotte told us, "My brother's girlfriend Michelle is having a party tonight. He said it's cool if we come. So what do you guys think?"

We all said we thought it was a good idea and got in Charlotte's car and went to the party. There were about 100 people there when we got there, some I knew, some I had never met. We had been there about an hour when I saw Stevie and his friends hanging out with some of the younger people there. I saw him paying attention to a really attractive Asian girl. I felt an instant surge of jealousy, and Shelby started commenting about what a little whore she was and how Stevie shouldn't show interest in a skank like her. I knew Shelby liked him but I never knew she would act this way. 

After a little while of watching her and my brother make out, we saw her go toward the bathroom. Charlotte and Amanda and I caught up with her outside of the bathroom. Charlotte walked up and told her that our friend had heard that she had been trying to hook up with her boyfriend while she was at college and if she wanted to not get her ass kicked she should leave before our friend got there. It must have worked, because we saw her make a bee line for the door and leave.

We walked around the party for a while longer talking to old friends and drinking. I looked and found my brother's crowd but he wasn't with them. For a moment I was afraid he had gone with the girl Charlotte had frightened off. 

Around midnight we left the party and Charlotte drove me home. Stevie's car was not in the driveway so I hatched a plan. I went in and upstairs. I locked his bedroom door so that he would have to go through my bedroom and the bathroom to get to his room, then I went into my room and waited. A little after two in the morning I heard his car pull up the drive. I went into his room and waited just past the bathroom door. 

As he came into the room I grabbed him from behind, around his neck and clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle the inevitable, albeit girlish scream. I drug him to the bed where I pull him to a sitting position and wrap my legs around him to hold him. I told him not to make a sound and removed my hand. 

"I know mom and dad have rarely done right by you. I haven't done much better. But I need you to give me a chance." I told him, he began to answer, a loud profane answer I figured so I clamped my hand over his mouth again.

"I expect you to come to dinner with mom, dad, grandma and grandpa and myself tomorrow. I expect you to trust me for once in your life. Nod if you understand." 

I felt his head nod. I released him and told him to go to bed, and went to my own room. I thought during dinner, I would stand up, hug Stevie, and tell the family that if they didn't start treating him better I would take him with me, far away from all of them. 

I was up early the next morning helping mom and grandma to prepare the dinner. Mom told me that she worried about me drinking because alcoholism ran rampant through her family. I was shocked that her worry was for me and not her son.

"Why are you worried for me? I rarely drink and when I do I never get fully drunk." I said.

"Well I worry dear. It runs in our blood and you have to be careful. And your father just found out that his father has liver disease from drinking. That can be hereditary"

"That's right hon." Said my grandmother, "Your grandpa has battled it his whole life."

"What about Stevie?" I asked lowering my voice, "He has a right to know this too."

"I'm not concerned with him. I have a dinner to cook."

"He puked blood the other morning after a night of drinking! He deserves to know!" This got me a dirty look from my mother and grandmother. I couldn't believe they could have no feelings at all for Steve's well being. 

"We'll tell him when the time is right dear, now stop worrying about it will you please?"

"You'll tell him soon or I will." I said, and then we heard him cough as he descended the stairs. I left the room so that I could get my emotions under control. I heard some sort of rudeness come from my grandmother then I heard the door to the garage close. Something told me he wasn't going out there to get a soda from the fridge. I heard his car start and went to the dining room window to see him backing down the driveway.

It didn't take me long to figure out where he went. A quick glance in his e-mail account and order history from a race car parts dealer I added up that he would be making his car faster today at Mike's father's garage. 

As I was about to shut his computer down I found a folder of pictures. Bracing to see porn, although porn style would give me some insight to my brother, and his desires, I opened the folder. I found pictures of his car in various stages of repair, photos of his guitars and friends. But mostly there were pictures of his students and of him posed with them. I teared up when I found photos of him at age 13 or so with Charley and Helen at a contest. He was posed with medals he won and several stage shot of him playing piano. I had no idea these things had ever taken place. Charley and Helen, two of the gruffest people I know of, had the sentiment to keep these photos that I never knew existed. I never knew he played in contests, much less medaled in them. I loaded a few of the best pictures onto my jump drive so I could print them on my computer in my room.

I got dressed and told my mom I was going to wish Shelby and Charlotte a happy Thanksgiving and headed for the garage to confront my weasel brother.

I went into the garage and walked to the back of his car. I tapped his foot with mine and he rolled out from under the car in an obvious attempt to look up my skirt.

"We're closed today, I can take your keys and information though." He stopped when he realized it was me, although he seemed to enjoy looking up my skirt.

"I thought you were staying for dinner," 

"Why would I want to do that? Why would I want to spend a day with Herb, Dianne and the fucking Murphys and feel more alone in their company instead of being here with at least one person who has never made me feel as if I'm not worthy or that I don't exist? Mike's dad might be a drunk and an abuser, but Mike knows in the end his dad will back him. I can't say that. I can't say that if I were to disappear, anyone would ever think to call the police to find me. Go back and enjoy, bask in their glory! I don't want them pissed at me because they missed an hour of your company." 

I left with tears in my eyes. Have we really treated him so badly? I knew the answer as soon as I asked myself the question. I can't blame him for not wanting to be around our family. His hostility was made clear referring to our folks and grandparents by their given names. I drove around think of how I could convince him that I wanted things to change. 

I'm sure my family noticed my coldness during dinner, although I'm sure they wrote it off as a tantrum. I couldn't understand now how they could have shut Stevie out of their lives so completely? How could I have been so blind and turned my back on the one person whom I was supposed to protect?

Later on, Tommy and Shelby stopped by for pie. Mom and dad always welcomed them and spoke kindly with them for a couple hours, although Shelby seemed to be perturbed and distracted. She kept looking intently at the photographs hung around the room with a queer look on her face. We were getting ready to go when I noticed light in Steve's room. Shelby wanted to go wish him a happy thanksgiving. I massaged his shoulders while Shelby asked him about the things he was doing. I was too lost in my thoughts of him to hear much of what was being said. Then we left for the evening. I planned on talking to him when I got home.

I awoke Friday morning around five o'clock in Stevie's bed. He was sleeping peacefully, and I had my head on his chest and an arm across his tummy. I felt warm inside when I thought back a few hours.

I had him pinned to his bed. I was able to speak my piece to him. While talking to him I was over run by emotion. I pictured many times when we'd all go somewhere as a family and everyone wore a smile. My mom and dad would love on Steve as much as they would on me. But once we were in the car and away from people they'd go back to ignoring him. I saw him get crushed so many times. I can't even recall when I got into that game. I just know I was driven to keep from being treated like he was treated. I broke down and cried as hard as I have cried in a long time. I expected him to tell me to leave him alone, or be rude as per his usual. He hugged me tight to him. 

At that moment I felt loved. As funny as it seems in all of my time of being a spoiled princess, I had never felt loved. I was so confused though. This was my brother, my blood, according to the actions of my family, someone to be treated with disdain. But I felt an attraction deep in my soul. My loins reacted as to a lover and I knew I had to make him mine. Before I knew what was happening I kissed his neck and collarbone. He started to protest but I gave him a soul kiss like none other.

I have had three steady boyfriends over the past five years since I lost my virginity. Giving blow jobs had not been my top activity with any of them, but I knew as soon as I kissed him I was going to make this as special as I could. 

As I was sucking his cock, he reached down and put his hands in my hair. I had heard horror stories of guys using a girl's hair to face fuck her or steer her for his benefit. Stevie just rubbed my head. I felt so special. He had me hooked. 

I had read a tip on Literotica for deep throating, but had never tried it. The tip was to swallow as the cock head entered your throat. It worked to a tee and soon I had him squirming. He asked to reciprocate by eating me, but I wanted this to be all about him. But I did push two fingers into myself and let him lick them off.

After I made him cum in my mouth, I cuddled up to him and fell into a peaceful sleep. I awoke to go shopping with my mom. Before we left I asked daddy for some money. He gave me about $200. I took $50 of it and wrote a note to Stevie;

"Have lunch on me today lover! I am looking forward to talking more to you this evening. I love you...M."

Mom and I dined at a coffee shop in the Birchwood mall before driving north 45 miles to shop at some outlet shops. We were almost there when mom asked me, "So, who's the new fella?"

"New fella? What are you talking about mom?"

"The look on your face today. You get that look when you have some new beau in your life."

I light-heartedly chastised her for using such archaic language, and deflected the conversation. I also tried to get my mind off of last night. Mom told me in my younger days that she could read my mind. I wasn't taking a chance that it was a tall tale.

We got home about five and dad had dinner already on the table. He had gotten Chinese take-out, but it was still on the table. After we ate mom and dad left to go play cards at the Miller's. I waited for them to leave, and then I went to Nice and Naughty, an adult toy store a few blocks away from where Stevie works. I then went home and made my preparations. 

I finally see the exit from the interstate that I have been waiting for, the highway that will take me home. Ten miles after the exit I stop at the same truck stop I have stopped at for the past 4 years for a quick dinner and my anti biotic. I call Mark, the guy I've been seeing since early September, to let him know I was almost home. He had been home for a couple days now, since he flew home. Daddy had offered to fly me home, but I had planned to drive so that I could be home a couple days before they expected me to have some uninterrupted time with Steve. 

The past few weeks have been straining for my relationship with Mark. I have only slept with him twice and both times have made him wear condoms. When he asks why he suddenly has to wear them I tell him that bare skin on skin was chaffing me and condoms alleviated that. Steve and I agreed not to "go exclusive" with anyone. I was already steady with Mark and felt condoms took the intimacy away so that I was saving the bareback love for Stevie.

Mark had a favor to ask of me before I hung up, "Maddie, will you call me Christmas day and have phone sex?"

I told him I would. I'd just have to figure out a way to get time away from everyone to do that. I was already thinking of excuses to have time away to be with Stevie. I get back on the highway and start the last 200 mile drive home.

As I think back to my last night at home for Thanksgiving break, I reach down and start caressing my pussy. I wish my brother was here to do this for me. I hope that he is as excited to know I am coming home as I am to see him. I know it's wrong to have these feelings but I can't help it. Maybe after years of acting as if he wasn't family, my heart decided he wasn't and that made him lover material. 

I took his virginity in my bath tub. I had no clue that he was a virgin, maybe he saved it for Wendy. My own cherry had been gone for a few years, but I was able too offer him my anal cherry. I have never had a more thorough or powerful lover than Stevie. He left me a quivering mess that night. 

I left early the next morning so that I wouldn't have to see him. I was afraid if I saw him I wouldn't want to leave him. I want to discuss him moving with me when I graduate this spring. We can live together in a place where no one knows us. I just hope that Shelby hasn't been home for too long. I am afraid she might get her hook into him and take him from me. 

Finally I hit the city limit. Two miles later I turn onto Stripling Boulevard and head towards home. It's just past 9 p.m. and a few cars are at Johnny's, but I don't see Stevie's Nova. I keep heading toward home but never see him out and about, but the night is still young.

I pull into the drive way and into the garage. Mom and dad come out to greet me and hugs are exchanged. When I get inside I notice a few suitcases stacked in the doorway and I ask about them. Mom and dad inform me they will be flying to California to see my grandma and grandpa Sheppard. They were going to let bygones be bygones and bury the hatchet with my grandparents. I almost asked them why they couldn't try that hard with their own son, but let it go. They were going to leave at five in the morning and wouldn't be back until New Year's Day. I was happy and sad at the same time. I knew with them gone I could spend more time with Steve, but for the first time ever, I would not be spending Christmas with my mom and dad.

I took my things upstairs to my room. I walked through the bathroom to Steve's room. All of his furniture was still here. But his guitars, keyboards and computer were all gone. I thought back to the night we spent in his bed. After he came in my ass we collapsed together and fell asleep. Around 2:15 he got up to pee. 

I rolled over so he would have to either cuddle me from the front or he would have to back in putting his ass against me. Either way would fit my plan. I pretended to be asleep when he came back. He climbed back into bed and lay flat on his back and slid into me. I laid my head on his chest, and my arm across his middle. He in turn slid his arm under me and wrapped it around my back. I snuggled into him and kissed his neck.

"I love you Stevie. I hope you realize just how much I do babe."

His reply seemed thoughtful and forlorn, "I love you too. It sucks I find this out now when you have leave."

I turned my head to kiss him just as he was doing the same. Our lips met, and our tongues dueled in each others mouth. His hand found my nipple and began rubbing and tugging it sending electric shocks through my chest to my pussy. I lightly traced circles around his chest, every so often tracing around his nipples. 

I could smell the musk on him from our earlier love session. That got me wetter. I could feel my juices pooling below my pussy. His other hand was trailing down my back and playing at the top of my ass crack. Soon both hands were caressing my ass, spreading my ass cheeks and teasing my no longer virgin rosebud with his fingers. 

I reached down and grabbed his thick beautiful cock and stated rubbing it up and down. Steve groaned and I felt it thicken in my hand. I stroked it a few more times and then pushed Stevie over on his back and straddled his magnificent cock. I slowly lowered my self until I felt the tip push my lips apart. "Oh baby, your sweet cock feels so awesome. Oh god I wish I could ride you every day."

I started pumping up and down on Stevie's rock hard penis. He grabbed my nipples and worked them expertly with his talented fingers. I knew I was on the verge of an epic orgasm. I slammed up and down at a furious pace, sweat starting to pour off of my body. My cunt juices were making Stevie's crotch into a swamp. 

My orgasm tore through me like a tornado. I could feel my cunt spasming around Steve's glorious cock. I thought I was going to pass out. Then Stevie started grunting and grabbed my hips. He kept my slamming up and down as his big dick continued pistoning in and out of my cunt. 

"Oh fuck Maddie. You are so fucking incredible. Oh fuck I'm gonna..Uh Uh ANGGG uhhh!" 

With that he fires his red hot sperm deep into the recesses of my womanhood. We collapsed together and I slept until six when I got up and showered, and got ready for my ten hour drive back to school.

I told mom and dad that I was going out to see if any of my friends were back yet. I had to find and fuck Stevie. My box was on fire with the need to feel his rock hard dick jammed up deep inside it. I was getting wet just thinking about it. I drove around for a while to see if I could see any of my friends out. Stevie and his buddies all hang out on the southeastern outskirts of town. My crowd usually cruises in the downtown area. 

When I had been around the cruise circuit a couple of times and had seen no one I knew, I called Shelby. I got her voice mail both times I tried. She had to either be talking to someone or with a special guy. She always shuts her phone off when she's with a guy.

Next I tried Charlotte. She answered and I asked where she was.'

"Just kickin it with my bro and Michelle. We're watching some DVDs and chillin'."

"Where are Shelby and Amanda?" I asked.

"Amanda is pissed off at Shelby right now. Says she won't talk to her again. You know how she gets when Shelby hooks up with a guy she's interested in,"

"Shelby has a new guy? Who is it? What happened to Eric?"

"I have no idea who he is. She has only told me that she broke her engagement off with Eric 'cause she found a guy she wants to be with more than anyone she has ever dated. Of course Amanda is just jealous ya know. Oh! And speaking of bridal shit, congrats on your own pending nuptials baby." She added sarcastically, "Thanks for telling your friends first hand."

"What?!" I asked in shock, "I have no clue what you are talking about woman. I am definitely NOT getting married."

"Well half the town seems to think you are. I heard from Shelby, who heard it from her new source of cock, and from Diesel."

"I am far from nuptial Ville darling. I wonder how long Shelby's going to keep her new guy a secret."

"Who knows? Hey, I'm going to get back to the movie here. I'll holla at ya manyana!"

"Ciao!" I hung up. Someone had started a rumor that I was getting hitched. That could be why Stevie had grown distant over the past couple of weeks. I was pissed that anyone had said such a thing. 




Princess Ch. 02 Interlude



I drove to the south end of town. When I just drove by I saw Stevie's car parked at Johnny's so I did a loop through the super market parking lot and pulled into Johnny's. As I was getting out of my car I saw Stevie and another guy get into their cars and head to the traffic light and turn west. I saw Shelby going towards a car with Don Reed. Don was Wendy's uncle, and had really taken Stevie under his wing when Stevie had needed love and support the most.

I was taken aback to see Shelby running with this crowd. She was a cheerleader and more likely to be with the guys that cruised downtown, except for the occasional guy, who's ego got the best of him and talked him into coming south do get beat down, figuratively, by the "gear heads" at Johnny's. I assumed then that Shelby's new guy was in the other car and was about to race my brother.

"Maddie! Hiya girlfriend!"

"Hi Shel, whats happening?"

"Geoff Mandrel bought a new car last week and thinks he's fast enough to beat these guys. Stevie drew the high card and is racing him for $1000. Jump in, we're going to the finish line to watch."

"Hi Maddie," said Don, "Yes, please join us." Shelby, Don and I got into Don's car. It rumbled and shook as bad as Stevie's did and felt like it was a fast car. We headed for the traffic light and turned east. We went past the super market and out to the Bluff's Road intersection where there is a parking lot for hikers. We pulled into the lot and waited.

"Bluff's Road is exactly a quarter mile from the pedestrian light between the super market and the low income housing complex," Don explained. "One of our guys will trip that light to red and it will start the race. Winner gets a cool grand tonight."

"Do you think Stevie will win?" I asked Don.

"Oh yeah he will. A lot of guys underestimate just how nasty that nova is." 

From where we were we could see two pairs of headlights at the crosswalk. When the light turned green I could tell which car was Steve because the car pulled a wheelie. When they were about half way to us Stevie was far ahead of Geoff. Then the sound from Stevie's car changed and it seemed to leap forward harder than it had before.

As he passed by the intersection where we were waiting, Don said, "Damn it! I've told him not to juice that car unless he had to!"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He installed a multi stage nitrous oxide system a week ago. There was no need for him to use it tonight, he had the race won. It keeps his car at high speed for too long on this road. I need to have a word with him."

We got back into Don's car and headed back to Johnny's. "Your little brother scares me sometimes Maddie. He takes chances that he really shouldn't."

When we got back to Johnny's Shelby asks me, "So, why did I hear secondhand that you are getting hitched?"

"It's just a rumor. I don't even know how that one got started. So who's your new guy? Charlotte told me "Manda is pissed you stole him from her."

She opened her mouth to answer when Stevie and a couple other cars reappeared at Johnny's and we got separated in the commotion. I saw Stevie collect a wad of bills from Don and another wad from some stringy haired brunette. I saw the brunette get into the other car and they left. That blew my theory of Shelby dating the race's loser. Stevie saw me and made a bee line for me. My heart and stomach fluttered at his approach. He didn't look terribly happy to see me, in spite of the big smile I wore on my face.

"Meet me in Wal Mart's parking lot in twenty minutes." He said as he walked past me to where a couple of his other buddies sat. I got into my car as I saw him shaking hands, slapping five, and fist bumping his cronies. I was pulling out of the lot when I saw Shelby approach him and give him a soul kiss that should have buckled his knees. She grabbed his ass and I am sure he did the same to her. 

I felt like I had been punched in the gut. I got to Wal Mart and parked. Tears flowed easily. How could he? How could she? I had only been gone for three weeks and he had to find someone else to bide the time? My best friend of all people. I'd deal with her tomorrow. I didn't figure Stevie had plans of standing me up, and I was proved correct when his car pulled next to mine. He motioned for me to get in his car. I got in and he hardly looked at me. The stereo was too loud to make conversation possible, but I didn't have to wait for long. 

We drove to the alley behind Charley's and parked. He got out and opened the back door to the store, and motioned for me to follow. I followed him down a hallway into an office. He turned on the light, and sat behind the desk. He motioned for me to sit and offered me a tissue. He pulled a bottle of vodka out of the desk and took a healthy pull from it. 

"Please let me say my piece before you say anything Maddie."

I nodded and wondered exactly where this was going. 

"You know you could have left that Saturday morning, never having worked over my heart, and never seen me again? I have been spending the past two weeks trying to figure out why you just didn't leave me be. Why did I have to get my heart crushed in all of this? The worst part is I can't talk to anyone about this."

He pulled out his cell phone and began scanning through the messages until t appeared he found the one he wanted. He was silent so I spoke, "I never did anything to break your heart dear. But you broke mine by taking up with my best friend. I ask you why? Why couldn't you wait til I was home?"

He looked at me through tear filled eyes; I could see the hurt inside him and didn't understand. He slid the phone across the desk to me. As I opened the text, that was from my phone, and read it. I looked up at him. A sob racked him hard as croaked out "Why?"

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There are two more chapters planned for this tale. Not being named King, Koontz or Rowling I have to work for a living. But one advantage of spending 11 hour work days with mainly my thoughts to entertain me, shit like this is born. Chapter 3 has grown exponentially over the past couple weeks from my original plan for it. Thanks for the votes and thanks for reading my stuff........

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