0 comments/ 84383 views/ 2 favorites Too Far Gone By: sevendaniels I like black guys. The darker the better. Flat stomachs, big hands, and of course, big dicks. They just seem to fit into me so well. oh, but it’s been a long time. Three weeks, and all because of my husband. My husband. Dan. He was about as fun as a bowl of unsalted peanuts. He was never interested in me, his stomach overhung his pants, and he forgot what sex was after we had been married for two weeks. He doesn’t even turn me on anymore, not that he ever did. But, I started cheating a long time ago, and tonight... I’m wearing cut-off white shorts that prove that white girls can have ass, too. My red and white checkered shirt is buttoned once and tied into a knot midway between my breasts and my navel. White three inch heels, a touch of makeup, a quick brush at my hair and I’m ready to go. Pulling into the parking lot at Shady’s Drink-A-Lot always made my pussy moist. The guys here were always ready. It was almost as if the men hung out here for the sole purpose of prostituting themselves. But never for money. The sex for them was always payment enough. Once inside, I order a Jack Daniels straight, no ice. I had a potential victim attempting to buy me a second drink before the first was on the bar. I declined his drink. I wanted to get a table and watch the room for a while. That turned out to be a very smart idea. After sitting for about twenty minutes and consuming three more stiff drinks to speed along the process, the most beautiful man I’d ever seen walked through the door of the Shady. A shiver passed through my body and I reached down to touch myself. My panties were thoroughly soaked. I finished the last of my cup, and stood up to approach him. Halfway there, his eyes met mine and his mesmerizing stare pulled me the rest of the way to him. As I got within earshot, I asked “Would you like to get out of here?” “You move fast, little lady. And I’m here with some people.” I did remember seeing some guys walk in with him, but I was too fascinated with his looks to really care. I took a deep breath and said “Well, they can come too.” A huge grin lit his face and made him sexier than ever. “I’ll meet you outside” was whispered and he disappeared into the crowd. I returned to the bar for one more Jack Daniel’s and headed outside. There was a man standing next to the door when I opened it to step outside. “Go to your car and turn on the lights”, he grunted and then turned and went back inside. I desperately hoped he wasn’t one of my sexy man’s friends and briefly wondered what I was getting myself into. Two minutes later, I found out. Black and beautiful had circled around the back of my car and was tapping on the window. As I rolled down the window, three cars passed in quick succession. He told me that he would drive and I quickly scooted into the driver’s seat, purposely giving him a flash of bare ass. No panties bare. I had ditched them right after turning on the lights in the car. He smiled wickedly at me and pulled out of the parking space. As we exited the driveway, another car pulled in behind us and another after that. In just a few minutes, he fell in line behind the first three cars to leave Shady’s. I wondered what was going to happen to me. Just as I thought to open my mouth to ask where we were going, he put his large hand on the back of my head and began to pull me towards his crotch. Forgetting all my worries, I happily leaned over to find out what he had in his pants. I was far from disappointed. He pulled eight inches of soft dick from his boxers and laid it on his pants to wait for me. It didn’t have long to wait. He placed his right arm on my back and helped me schooch closer. I reached out my hand and grabbed his slowly stiffening member and fed as much as I could to myself. He moaned in appreciation as I tightened my lips on his shaft and began slowly stroking him. I licked the bulbous head and tried to deep-throat him repeatedly. Every time I succeeded, his hand moved to my head and tried to push me down further. After ten minutes of this treatment, I realized that the car had stopped. Well, I was about to find out where we were but first I had a little cum to swallow. Not that the car was off, he slid his seat back and removed one leg from his pants. His now twelve inch dick glistened with the saliva I had left on it. I grinned foolishly before deep-throating his dick again. He pulled on my back and thighs until he had me on my knees. Apparently grateful that I wore no panties to impede his progress, he quickly stuffed two thick fingers into my dripping hole. I bucked back against his fingers and began to slurp his cock for all I was worth. He appreciated my enjoyment and to prove it, he sprayed the back of my throat with three thick splatters of cum. Even though he caught me unprepared and a little dripped out of the corner of my mouth, I swallowed it all. I slowly released his semi-hard dick and smiled at him. He asked was I ready to go and we got out of the car. Looking around, I realized I had no idea where we were. The only road was dirt, the only house ramshackle. I saw six men walking towards us and turned to get back into my car. I wasn’t ready for this. This was too much. I did still have a husband at home. I had made one hundred and thirty of my one hundred and eighty degrees and was stunned to see another five men approaching us from behind. I moaned and attempted to run, but twelve to one are pretty fucked up odds. I was knocked to the ground from behind before I made it ten feet. The same man pulled me up by the back of my now dirty shirt and carelessly flung me over his shoulder. I threatened to scream; they offered to help. I didn’t believe them and began to scream. Before the first note fully exited my throat, one of the men began screaming. Seconds later the other men began to join until they were louder than I ever could have been. When they stopped screaming and began laughing, I knew my situation was hopeless. Until they let me go, I was their slave. The men laughed and talked as they walked and five minutes later, I was deposited on a bunch of blankets spread across the floor of an old cabin. I could smell the disuse and the dust in the air. Other than the blankets, there was nothing in the room save four rusty half-moons bolted to the ground. I could imagine where this was going. Tall, dark and sexy approached me and reinserted his dick between my lips. For the nest two minutes, hand groped every inch of my body as my clothes were roughly discarded. Fingers kneaded my nipples, pinched my clit, and slipped in and out of my love tunnel. Someone shoved what felt like three finger into my ass and still I was forced to suck. As soon as my clothes were off, another dick was placed in my mouth for sucking. This one was completely soft and smelled like old gym socks, but I had no choice but to suck it. Old soft and stinky sunk to the floor and pulled me along with him so he could lay down while I sucked his dick. Although I fought against it, the remaining men easily forced me to my knees. A man with an extremely deep voice announced that he was first. I heard his zipper unzip and then his rough hands were lying on my ass. Other hands groped my twat, twisted my tits, and touched wherever they could. He spread my asscheeks, spit, and then without ceremony or other lubrication, he began to force his dickhead into my ass. Luckily, I’d had anal sex before and enjoyed it, but it had never been like this. The man with his dick in my mouth had slid sideways to make room for another man and now I had two dicks to suck. Meanwhile, the man in my ass just kept pushing his dick farther and farther in without pulling out. My asshole felt terrible. When he was about halfway in, he finally pulled his dick back. All the way to the head. He began to fuck me quickly with just the head as he spit on the remainder of his exposed dick. After rubbing the spit around on his dick, he used both hands to spread my ass, and shoved in until his balls slapped against my pussy. He was all the way in and he was going to prove it. He had one guy from each side hold an asscheek apiece while he grabbed my shoulders and got into froggy-style position. He tore into my ass relentlessly and Stinkyman grabbed me by my hair. He shoved my head down until I was choking on the head of his dick. I tried to suck but he said no. He just wanted to feel my throat contract on the head of his dick. Watching me gag helplessly on his dick pushed him over the edge and he removed his dick quickly from my throat. Still holding me by my head, he aimed his cock and began to squirt. His hot, white fluid streamed into my eyes, dripped down my cheeks like tears, and landed wetly on the floor. He pulled back temporarily satisfied and left me with just one dick to suck for the moment. Deepvoice repeatedly yanked his dick from my ass and spit into the gaping hole. After each time, he would shove back up my ass as hard as he could, forcing me to whimper and moan. Once he realized he was pleasuring me along with himself, he continued removing his dick and shoving it back in without spitting. My asshole started to get dry from the combination of air, no lube, and his rough fucking dick. Like he cared. If anything he fucked me harder. Dropping back into doggy-style, he grabbed my hips and fucked me deep until my ass contracted in pleasure. I was starting to enjoy this. I began to buck back against his hips and bob my head to the rhythm. After five more strokes, Deepvoice yanked out of my ass for the last time. He stood over me and pulled my head back. I opened my mouth and began to lick every part of his dick I could reach. He put his dickhead right against my lips to come and come he did. For twenty seconds, cum alternately shot and dripped from his dickhead. When he was finished, he slapped me once with his dick, pulled up his pants, and said good-bye. Too bad I couldn’t leave. As soon as Deepvoice closed the door, I was pulled to the dick I had just been sucking. But he was ready to fuck. He pulled me on top of him so I could ride. I tried to face him but he turned me around so all he could see was my back. I knew I was in for a good fucking. His dick was ten inches long and unbelievably thick. I wondered where he would put it. Only too soon, I found out. His huge mushroom head began to penetrate my already well-fucked ass but luckily he was aided by the juice dripping from my pussy. But not enough. I screamed in pain as his huge dick opened me up wide. When I was completely impaled on his dick, I was offered another dick to suck on. The other nine men had all found a seat in front of my pussy to watch the show. Thickdick placed his hands on my hips and began to slide his thick member in and out of my shithole. My pussy responded immediately. One of the men saw my pussy quiver with an orgasm not quite achieved and got an idea. He pushed four fingers into my pussy without pretense and began to slowly twist and slide them. In response, I opened my legs wider. Bad move. Thickdick sensed my enjoyment and began to push his dick up my ass with more force than before. The guy in my mouth informed me that he was going to cum. He did. All over my tits and stomach. Even though another guy had already taken his place in my mouth, he still scooped up his cum and made me stop sucking dick to lick his fingers clean. Meanwhile Fingerfucker had forced his thumb into his palm and pushed his hand into my pussy almost to the wrist. I felt no pain. I was perfectly happy getting my asshole destroyed and my pussy fisted. I sucked roughly at the dick in my mouth and screamed openly when I came. Fingerfucker removed his hand to give someone else a chance and when he did, Thickdick took every liberty he had with my ass. He shoved fingers in my pussy and fucked my ass like it was loose. I knew the exact moment when he came, but no one would have believed me because he continued fucking until I came again. Pulling his dick from my mouth, Skinnydick moved to contemplate my holes. He chose pussy. I was happy with his decision until I realized that I would receive no pleasure from his inadequate dick. He pumped and thrust into me while forcing me to suck his tongue for more than twenty totally unenjoyable minutes. The only reason I found to be proud of him was the enormous amount of cum he put out. He had shot inside my pussy and all the other men sat and watched in quiet amazement as what must have been a cup of cum slid thinly from my puss. One of the bigger dicked guys announced that the real fun was about to start now. Skinnydick cared not and walked out of the shack looking completely satisfied and totally drained. three down, nine to go!!!!!!! tune in next time, kiddies. Too Far Gone Alright, let me start off by saying, if you know my writing, you know I'm not a stroke writer. It takes a minute until you get to any sex in this story. So, if you want a stroke story, I suggest going elsewhere. Cum back when you want a little plot. (Did you get that? "Cum". Smiles) Anyway, hope you like the story, please comment either way! I live for your comments! AND VOTE!! For every vote, a penguin gets a tux. (Not really. They're born with those. That's why they're so cool. They're the James Bond of the animal kingdom. Respect it.) Shaide ===Alice=== God it was hot. I was sitting in a shirt that barely qualified as a wash cloth, a pair of shorts that that barely covered my pussy, sans panties, and my bra was on the floor back in Adrian's room. If my parents had any idea about I how I was dressed right now, they would throw three kinds of fits. I never dressed like this, but it wasn't really my fault. We were three days away from summer break and the college was getting ready to shut down for the two weeks when there weren't any students, so we lost A/C as soon as finals hit. This wasn't even my class, but it was a quick intro into Criminal Psychology with Dr. Campeau. I was sitting in the class with four other students who weren't here for the final. We were here because Dr. Campeau was a genius. He was one of the stars of the college, criminal psychologist extraordinaire, and mastermind of the human mind. He's helped catch some of the most dangerous criminals, interviewed the most twisted minds, and is absolutely insane. He was wearing a cape. Again. And I feared for my life that someone else would say something about it. I, unfortunately, had already made that mistake a month ago when I started attending this class. I looked to my left. This was the first time John had ever sat in on the class. The rest of us had long ago understood that since Dr. Campeau hand-picked the students that took his year and half long course, you definitely wanted him to be able to put a face to a name when he was going through the applications. "Um... sir... Why are you wearing a cape?" The entire class groaned in unison. Then we sighed in unison. Then we resigned ourselves to our fate. I felt sorry for the current students. They had sat through this rant countless times. This was only my fourth time. "Because!" He grabbed the cape and started fluttering it around. "My cape is magnificent! It strikes fear into the heart of my enemies! My enemies!" Dr. Campeau looked to the side, and then ran to the window and threw it opened. "Dr. Richardssssss!" The class looked sideways at John; this was so embarrassing. Suddenly, as always, a window slid open in the building across from us, "Dr. Campeau!" Dr. Richards was the star of the mathematics department. Why the hell didn't they just move these departments? "You glorified calculator!" They were screaming between buildings. They did this every day, to the mortification of their students and departments. The college had no way of stopping them. "I had coitus with your mother last night!" "She's dead!" "She still swallowed!" Dr. Campeau shook his fist and shut the window. "He wins this round," he muttered. Thank God! This could literally go on for at least 10 to 15 minutes with them tossing insults back and forth between buildings. It was the only thing I dreaded about taking this class. "Anyway, why do I wear a cape? Why not? Because it's not the social norm, because it's unusual? What is usual? What is normal? Is normal even normal? Is it the same for each person? Does normal exist for an individual or just socially? This is just one question I expect you to answer. Why do I yell out of the window? Why is Dr. Richard my arch nemesis? Glorified calculator that he is. Why do I even have an arch nemesis? Why am I asking you questions when I'm the teacher? And you aren't even my student yet?" "Because you already have an assignment for us," I said below my breath. Parker Reynolds heard me and groaned. Apparently I wasn't as quiet as I wanted to be, Dr. Campeau heard me too. He beamed at me, "Yes Mrs. Henderson. I have an assignment for you." Damn it. It was a class long project. He wanted us to analyze the mental state of a family member, covertly, and do a full psychological evaluation of them. We weren't allowed to do parents or grandparents or anyone more than 10 years older than us. That was fine though, I had two brothers I could analyze. Except, one of them was totally off limits for this. Dr. Campeau was a genius. I didn't want him to see my reports and somehow put together that my older brother was screwing me senseless every chance he got. So I was down to one viable subject. And we were not allowed to simply sit them down on a couch and list off the questions. No, we had to treat them as hostile. I sat on my boyfriend's couch while he showered up as I looked over the assignment. The first report was going to be due on the second day of class. That gave me a whole summer to work on it and get a head start on the rest of the project. I felt sorry for the students who didn't get this thing early. It was going to get really hard to keep up with the reports within the time limits. The first report was superficial though. Very superficial. It looked like he took it straight out of some teenage girl's magazine. 'Well, this should be easy,' I thought. 'After all, it's my baby brother.' Birthday... May 12. Favorite color... Purple. Favorite food... Mom's spaghetti, we all loved Mom's spaghetti. Favorite hobby... Video games. He was guy, all guys like video games. Marital status... Single. I think he's single. He might be dating someone now, but that wasn't married. So, single. Parent's marital status... Happily married, I smiled. Alfred and Alyssa Brunson were high school sweethearts whose love had survived, thrived, and grown for over 30 years, and given birth to three wonderful children; me included. Adrian came out of the bathroom, still toweling his hair off and looking absolutely delicious. His abs and chest and shoulders rippled under tight, muscle-bound skin. 'Abs are muscles,' I reminded myself. "Whatcha doin," he asked, looking over my shoulder. Four years older than me, Adrian had already graduated and was the youngest senior manager at an advertising agency. He didn't have homework anymore. Asshole. Not that the star quarterback ever really did homework anyway. He smiled his way out any bad grade he ever had. "Assignment for next semester." Even though I was working three times as hard as he ever did, he was still sexy as hell. I wanted to rip that stupid towel from around his waist and have my way with him right on the carpet. Favorite animal... Wolf. At least, Adrian liked wolves. All boys like wolves, right? He was standing to the side of me. "Is this supposed to be about Bryce?" "Yeah, but don't tell him," I said. I was trying to focus, but that towel was right there! And I knew what was waiting for me just underneath. "Why not? He might be flattered." "Two reasons," I said, finally having enough of being teased by a stupid towel. "Because I'm supposed to be conducting a covert interview. And because I'm about to get royally fucked." "Royally fucked?" "Yep. My sexy older brother, wrapped in only a poor towel, is going to fall to his knees and worship my pussy." I leaned my head back on the arm rest and looked at him. "'Then he's going to shove said pussy full of hard cock and fuck me until I can't stand it anymore," I smiled. He started to walk around the couch to stand in front of me. "I'm going to do all that?" "Yep. And quickly if we're going to make our reservation time." "I guess I should get to it then." He dropped down to his knees, reached for the hem of my shorts, and began to pull them down. "No panties. Naughty girl," he admonished me as my bare pussy glistened in front of him. He smiled as he began to kiss around my lips. I reached over my head and gripped the pillow as I felt his tongue slide over me. It slithered between my lips. Each lick going deeper and deeper. Suddenly, I didn't even have a body anymore, just a pussy. All I could feel was his tongue on me, in me, up and down. "Yes! Oh yesss..." He licked his way into me, then back, then in again. I loved it. I loved the feel of his tongue squiggling and squirming its way into my pussy. He pulled away and immediately latched onto my clit. "OH GOD! YESSSS!!" He slid a finger into my pussy as he sucked and licked my clit. His tongue lashing away at my pleasure as his finger drove in and out of me. I felt it. I felt the edge. My orgasm was right there! And he stopped! He took his mouth off my clit and his finger out of my pussy. "Noooo!" I looked at him as he stood up. I watched the towel fall from around his waist to the floor, and smiled as his hard cock was revealed to me. "Royally right?" I nodded eagerly, still smiling. He slid a little into me, and then pulled back. A little more, back again. Over and over, driving me crazy as he slowly coated his cock with my juices. Deeper and deeper, a little more each stroke. My pussy was begging for more, and so was I. He grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders, then, holding onto my thighs, he starting slamming it to me. In and out. In and out. Using his cock to brutalize my pussy, fucking me into the couch, into oblivion. "Oh God... fuck... fuck... ughhhh! Fuck me!" He didn't slow down or give, he just kept slamming his hard cock into me, his balls slapping against my ass. Again and again. Cock and power pounding into my pussy. I couldn't feel anything but him as he slid deeper and harder into me, through me. He let go of my thighs and leaned down, pushing his cock even deeper into me as he grabbed my breasts. His cock continued to saw in and out of me as his fingers played and pulled on my nipples. It was too much. Too much sensation. Too much pleasure. My body was on overload. "I...I..." My body tensed up and I came. I came but he didn't stop. I was still cumming. On his dick, around it. I was gushing onto the couch. And he just kept going. In and out. In and out. Pushing me, forcing me even higher. Then he grabbed my thighs and shoved his cock into me as far as he could. I felt his cock shoot off inside me. Felt the warmth of his own cum as it splashed against my walls. He fell down beside me and wrapped his arms around me. "Royal," he asked, still breathing hard. "Empirical," I told him, just as breathless. A few hours later, after dinner, I was sitting back on the couch. I may have been looking at the assignment sheet, but my mind was still on the fucking I had gotten. "Don't you need to talk to him before you try to fill this thing out," Adrian asked as he fixed us each a drink. "Yeah, but I know all this stuff." "Yeah, no. His birthday isn't May 12, his favorite color isn't purple, and I don't think he even owns a game system." "What?!" I looked over the sheet. Yeah, I had put all of those things, but how did Adrian remember that. It didn't matter though. He was trying to tell me I was wrong. Wrong about my own little brother? No way! Of course these were my little brother's favorite things! He's my little brother! "Yeah, May was just when we always realize we missed his birthday again. His favorite color hasn't been purple since before sixth grade, and he likes books not video games." "What?! There's no way I forgot my baby brother's birthday!" "Fine." He sat our drinks on the coffee table and snatched my worksheet out of my hands. "When is Mom's birthday?" "April 24th," I said, without hesitation I may add. "Dad's?" "August 19." Also without hesitation. "Mine?" "June 3." Negative hesitation. "Bryce's?" "... Um..." Shit, what did I put on the paper? Wait... what? Oh my God. OH MY GOD! I don't know my baby brother's birthday?! I know everyone's birthday! How in the hell don't I know Bryce's birthday! "Told you." I tried to remember what I gave Bryce for his last birthday, but I couldn't. I could itemize what I had given Adrian for his birthday since I was 1. That's right, even the gifts Mom had bought for Adrian on my behalf. But I couldn't remember what I had gotten for Bryce last year? Hell, I knew what I had gotten Mom when I was 12! I had an itemized periodical list on my laptop! I powered up my laptop. Adrian, Alfred, Alice, Alyssa... Fuck! How the hell did I keep up with my own gifts but not Bryce's! How shallow did that make me!? I even had a list of my own gifts! "I even have my own list..." I said, mostly to myself as I realized how far gone I was. "That's for me, because I'm never sure if I've gotten you something before. You email it to me every year," Adrian said. I'm not sure if he said it to comfort me but it was actually true, and I felt a little better. Adrian might be the sexiest man in existence, but he wasn't the smartest. "So, what do I know about Bryce?" There wasn't a question you could ask me about Adrian that I couldn't answer, but my baby brother? What did I know about my own little brother? I started crying as Adrian wrapped me into his arms. "It's okay," he said, his voice soft, comforting. "It's okay. It's not your fault. Bryce has always been a complicated kid." But it wasn't okay. I was the family person. I celebrated everything. And I didn't even know my baby brother's favorite color?! What kind of sister was I? ===Lynn=== It's funny what people leave laying around. Money, toys, sad little boys. I let my body sink a little deeper into his. He always loves that. We had been fucking ever since his prom. At 21, I was 2 grades ahead of him when I was in school, and 3 years older. I waited until he turned 18, then I decided to wait until his prom, just to make it special for him before we had sex. He may not be my first, but I wanted to make damn sure I was his. Boys always have a special place in their hearts for the woman that takes their virginity. And I had spent the last 4 years of my life keeping all those other bitches away from him so that I could have that special place. I loved Bryce, especially when he was asleep. He was so relaxed, so peaceful. And he always held me so tight, like he was afraid to lose me. When he was asleep, I still saw that little boy from 9th grade that didn't have a friend in the world. As soon I saw him, I knew he was meant to be mine. I got him into my brother's gang. It took a while, a long while. And a lot of fast talking. Dave didn't think he had it in him. Bryce was so quiet and withdrawn. He never went out of his way to talk to anyone or do anything. It wasn't until this year that they really started to see what I saw in him. Well, almost. Bryce was just so dangerous. No one could have predicted the ultra-violence he could cause. You never knew what he would do. The first time there was a fight, he didn't even jump in. But when he found out Dave had gotten shot, when he saw me crying... there was hell to pay for that. People still hadn't stopped talking about it. When I went to a Halloween party without him and this guy named Nick was flirting with me... Bryce showed up, beat Nick within an inch of his afterlife, and took me home. Like it was just another date. God, he could get so jealous. I wiggled my ass against him, feeling his half-hard cock still inside of me. Now that we were finally having sex, I wouldn't even want to imagine what he would do if I cheated on him. He could fuck though. And, oh God, could he fuck. I could still taste his nut in my mouth. Our first time was after prom, right after his 18th birthday, in some cheap ass, by the hour motel. But he fucked me so good! He fucked me until I didn't care if I was on a bed in a cheap motel or in the Four Seasons. And it wasn't just the first time. Every time we fucked there was so much heat, so much passion! I finally felt his cock slide out of me and I smiled. I loved being his woman. I loved him being my man. And it had been so easy to get him. No one else could see it, but I did. I saw that sad little boy. I saw his drive, his hatred, his despair. I saw him sitting against the wall, dark hair down in some math book because he didn't have anything better to do. I remembered Alice and Adrian Brunson. I knew what he was supposed to live up to, and how he must have failed. And who wouldn't? Who could be 4.0 Alice Brunson, "The Beauty and the Brain" or Adrian "Adonis" Brunson, star quarterback extraordinaire? Alice had straight A's going back to 1st grade! She was the academic legend of our entire school district. And beautiful to boot. And Adrian? Adrian was the modern Adonis, hence the nickname. Not nearly as smart as his sister, but charming, handsome in a way that only he could be, and a body that few men could even dream of. Hell, if I could trade in all my nights with Bryce, good nights too, for one night with Adrian... They were the people that everyone else wanted to be. Blond hair and blue eyes, curves and muscles, perfect smiles and perfect hair. Bryce was just a shadow of his siblings. Black hair that he never took the time to take care of. Brown eyes that were almost always glaring, and a "fuck you" attitude. But he was a shadow. He didn't quite have Alice's brains or Adrian's charm or either of their everything else, but he was close. Close to both of them. The best of both worlds. And a little bit more. He could use people. He could intimidate people. And even better... He could hurt people. He could hurt them without guilt or conscience or hesitation. And he was all mine. I felt his arms tighten around me in his sleep. I smiled. My poor little lost boy. But I had found him. When no one was looking for him, where they never would have searched for him, I had found him. I found this lost little boy and made him mine. And when Dave wasn't being an asshole, he recognized that damn near everyone was afraid of us because of Bryce. He made us powerful. Bryce didn't have limits, he didn't have lines, and there wasn't anything he wasn't willing to do. Bryce didn't just scare people. He scared Dave. My big brother. The big gangster. I smiled as I thought about it. D-vil was terrified of my little Bryce. Last night, Bryce had tortured Jose's wife in front of him. He had taken a bowie knife and cut her up bad, really bad. And made Jose watch while he did it. Dave was so shook. "What the fuck won't he do?" Jose owed us $100 bucks. That's nothing in the drug game. But when I told Bryce I was worried about it, about us looking weak, he took three guys and a knife and solved my problem. I loved it. All I had to was cry a little, and say, "What am I going to do?" And off Bryce went. He was so easy, but so dependable. When Bryce got involved, people hoped to end up in the hospital. I turned around in his arms and slid my own around his waist. That never woke him up, but I liked watching the smile come onto his face as he slept. He always smiled when I held him. My little lost boy always wanted to be held. Dating Bryce was wonderful. It was like his whole universe revolved around me, and that was a really good feeling. Everything about Bryce was about making me happy. He was always thoughtful, never missed a date, treated me like a queen, and demanded that everyone else did too. He even paid for me to go to his prom with him. Dress, make-up, and all. I smiled as I nestled my head under his chin. "Mine, Bryce," I said quietly. "You're all mine." ===Alice=== Finally, I was home. In my own bed, in my own room, in my own house. I loved college. I loved the freedom, the challenge, and the people. I loved it all. I was going to miss Adrian, but God did I miss being home. My room, my own room. No roommate coming in drunk, no sharing the bathroom, real home-cooked meals. Home. Too Far Gone It was 11 in the morning when I had finally gotten in. Mom and Dad were still at work, and Bryce still had another three weeks left before graduation. I made Adrian promise to come down next weekend, he was going to stay until after Bryce's graduation. Although, I think he was coming to see me more than to see Bryce. Principal Walker called me a few days ago and asked me to give a speech. I had graduated top of my class, top of the state actually, full scholarship, and model student. I'd never even had detention. And my brother was in the graduating class, Cum Laude. I was honored to even be asked, so, of course I accepted. I was going to surprise Bryce with it tonight. Bryce. I looked at the clock, 1:34. I decided to check out Bryce's room, see what I could learn about my subject from his environment. It was a standard practice. All our rooms were in the same hallway. Adrian and Bryce's on this side, mine on the other. I opened Bryce's door. Nothing. There was nothing in here! I mean, there was stuff: bed, dresser, mirror, but nothing personal. No pictures of him or friends, no posters of sexy models or rock stars or athletes. Nothing that would give the room any personality. Nothing that made it his. There wasn't even a radio. Adrian had a whole sound system in his room. I lifted up the mattress, no porn. I went through his drawers, looked under his bed. The room was immaculately clean. This kind of clean was disturbing. Especially for a boy. And in the middle of the week. People cleaned on Saturday. How many 18 year old boy's room could pass a white glove test on a Wednesday? There should be clothes, socks, underwear. Dust should have settled. Things should be kicked under the bed. But, for all it was Bryce's room, it could have been a guest room. Hell, hotel room's had more personality. I looked in his closet. All black. All his clothes were black. Black jeans, black shirts, black suits, black shoes. Black. Everything. At least I knew his favorite color now. Still, I thought as I looked through the clothes, if he didn't have any fashion sense, he did have taste. This stuff was expensive. These were designer shirts. Expensive. How did he have the money for this stuff? I jumped as I heard someone clear their throat. Bryce. He was so much bigger than I remembered him. Was this the same boy I had just seen last Christmas? His dark hair capped off a handsome face with dark eyes that were glaring at me. "What are you doing in here?" "What are you doing home?" I asked, trying to deflect as I moved toward him. He didn't move out of the doorway. Instead, he stretched his arm across the doorway to block me. And that was a large body he had blocking my way to freedom. "What are you doing in my room?" He was angry. "Just looking around, getting my bearings." I slipped under his arm and out of the closet. "You'll understand when you come home from Grand." His eyes followed me around the room, but he was more relaxed now. Now that I wasn't in his closet? "So why are you home so early? Won't you be missing some classes?" "It doesn't matter. I could skip the rest of the year. With my grades, I walk either way. Wait," his eyes narrowed, "why am I explaining myself to you?" "Because I'm your big sister and-" "Get out." "Bryce, I-" He grabbed my arm and dragged me through the door. Then he slammed it in my face and locked it. Well, I thought as I looked at the solid wood door, not much point trying to make a connection with that. I walked back into my room and sat down on the bed to begin writing my notes. Territorial, rebellious... Could I label skipping school as rebellious? After all, he was pretty certain he'd still graduate. And what about his room? Completely void of personality. What the hell do I call that? I chewed on the pen cap. Nothing yet, just a note. For now. Favorite color: black. I laid back on my bed, looking around my room. Posters, pictures, artwork, trophies. I had just gotten home and I already had clothes on the floor. My dresser was littered with souvenirs and memorabilia. My mirror was hidden behind pictures of me with friends and family. I looked closer at the pictures. Mom, Dad, Adrian, Chelsea, Diana, Richard, Casey... Family and friends from as far back as I could remember. And not one of Bryce. I pulled out my report sheet and looked at it. Looked at the questions. What did I really know about my little brother? I scratched out purple and wrote down black. I sat in my room for a depressing three hours until my parents got home, looking for any evidence of Bryce in my life. And feeling a little awkward about running into Bryce after snooping in his room. The only thing I could find was a picture of me as a little girl holding Mr. Bloop, a plush purple blob that Bryce had given me. 'Is that where I got purple from?' I had no idea what happened to Mr. Bloop. A whole childhood of spent living across the hall from Bryce, and I couldn't even find one picture of us together. Even in the vacation photos with the whole family, Bryce was never in them. He always took the picture, he was always behind the camera. "Alice! Honey! I'm home," Mom called from downstairs. I never thought of that. We were all A's. Mom was Alyssa, Dad was Alfred, Adrian and Alice... and then, Bryce. All blond hair and blue eyes, except for Bryce. "Hey Mom!" I ran out and hugged her, all thoughts of Bryce squeezed out of my mind as Mom wrapped me into her arms. "Oh honey, it's good to see you!" We chatted and talked as Mom made dinner; spaghetti and salad and garlic bread. Dad came home his usual self. No one ever spoke to my father right when he got home. He needed time to decompress. I don't think he actually liked his job. He was a human resource manager. Days when he had to fire someone were worse. But we all knew, don't talk to Dad until he changes clothes and comes out of the bedroom. It only took twenty minutes tonight. "Hey sweetie," he said, giving me a hug and kissing me on my forehead. He headed for the refrigerator. "Dinner in ten, hon," Mom said. Dad closed the fridge, hearing the warning in Mom's voice. We sat around the table, Mom, Dad, and I, talking about what had been going on in our lives for the past few months. I told them about being accepted into Dr. Campeau's class. They were ecstatic. They knew how much I wanted into that program. Bryce walked by the dining room, headed for the front door. "Bryce, aren't you going to join us," I asked him. He stopped and looked over at me, rolled his eyes and kept going, letting the closing front door answer for him. I looked at Mom and Dad, waiting for them to go and say something to him. They both had mouthfuls of spaghetti and were acting like nothing was wrong. 'The Hell?' I thought. Adrian and I would have never gotten away with something like that. Mom and Dad were all about family time. "So he really screams out of the window," Dad asked me, like nothing had happened. Like Bryce hadn't just skipped out of a family dinner. We spent the rest of dinner talking about my classes and my friends at college. When we sat down in the living room I asked them, smiling, "So, where's Bryce going to attend?" "Oh, you know him. He'll let us know when he's decided," Mom said. What! No! Hell no! Adrian and I both had full rides to Grand, but even if we didn't, we were still going there. Both Mom and Dad went to Grand, and they were hell bent on their children going there. We use to visit the campus every two years! Crazy caped professor or no, I always knew where I was going. How the hell did Bryce get a choice? We talked for a few more minutes, but my heart wasn't in it anymore, and my mind was far from focused. I made my excuses and went to my room to lie down. As hard as I tried though, I couldn't sleep. Just looking at my walls, I could follow my whole life story on these walls. It was written in pictures and posters. Beautiful girl from a beautiful family grows ups to a beautiful life. I knew who my superheroes were, who my idols where, how my taste in music and fashion changed over the years. I knew who my friends were, and how they had changed. 22 years of my family's history was written on these walls, except, in these pictures, on these walls, my family only had 2 children. I thought about Bryce's room. It was so cold, so dispassionate. A total lack of personality. Damn it! There was something I was missing here, something I was too close to see. I needed Adrian. I needed him to distract me from my problems, take me out of myself. And I missed him. I missed the sound of his breathing, the feel of his heartbeat, the tightness of his arms around me. I needed someone to argue with me and show me I wasn't as smart as I thought I was. I woke up in the middle of the night when I heard the front door slam. I turned and looked at the clock, 2:24. I got out of the bed and put on my robe. As I opened the door, I was just in time to see Bryce turning down the hallway. He was drunk. He was barely 18, who the hell let him drink, and where the hell were Mom and Dad?! They had to have heard the door! "Bryce, let me-" "Get the hell off me!" He pushed me away as I tried to guide him. He turned around before he closed the door. "The fuck is wrong with you," he asked as he looked at me. His door closed and I stood there as I heard him fall into his bed. I bet myself $20 that the room would be immaculately clean by the time he came out of it tomorrow. ===Lynn=== He wasn't himself tonight. Too worried about Jose's wife to have a good time. As always, he was on time and waiting for us when we got to the club. Bryce was always looking for a reason to get out of his house. He was sitting at a booth when Dave, me, and the rest of the crew walked in. I could see the way he looked down into his beer, and the way the waitress kept watching him, he had long ago threatened her to keep his mug filled. He was always like this, always shocked at how violent he could be. Hell, the first time he beat the shit out of someone, I was shocked too. I always knew he had it in him, but I didn't think it would be so violent. Once he saw blood, he had to see more. And more. And more. I scooted into the booth and sat on his lap, kissing him hello. Nothing made Bryce feel better than being close to someone. Unfortunately, someone could be anyone. So I worked pretty hard to make sure the closest person to him was me. Especially after he started spilling his guts to some random bitch waitress three months ago, just because she was friendly with him. She caught him while I was busy fucking Caleb. Bryce was definitely high maintenance, but he was worth it. I smiled as I watched everyone move away from our tables. No one wanted to be around the Bad Lads. I tore my tongue out of Bryce's mouth. "Bring us some chili fries, a beer for me, and a refill for my BOYFRIEND," I told the hussy. Emphasis on the "boyfriend" for her benefit. Tonight was a good night. Jose paid us back. But that wasn't enough for Dave. He told Jose that he wanted more, and if Jose didn't give him more, Bryce would be back for a visit. No one wants a visit from Bryce anymore. I smiled to myself; especially not Jose's wife. Bitch wasn't so cute now, was she? I let Bryce finish a few drinks before I pulled him onto the floor. We danced a few songs, mostly because I'm a creature of motion and I made him. Bryce swayed side to side, while I danced around him. I kept his mind moving, kept him drinking, kept him from focusing on what he had done. Bryce could be so introverted sometimes! Plus, I had to keep him away from our sweet, little waitress with the tight pussy. No one was taking him from me. I loved Bryce. I knew how to use him. And I was the only woman who deserved to have him. "I need to go to the restroom," I said to the table. I grabbed Bryce by his hand and pulled him along with me. Other women saw me coming and got out of line to go back to their tables. That's what Bryce had done for us. He made people respect us. I pulled him into the bathroom and dropped to my knees. I undid his belt and slid is pants and underwear to his knees. His cock was already hard and waving at me as I took him into my mouth. I didn't waste time with foreplay. I sucked him hard and deep. I took him as far as I could, always reaching for that last inch. I used my hand and played with his balls. I looked up, looked into his eyes. I loved seeing the look in them as he swam in pleasure. I popped his cock out of my mouth and started licking his balls. I licked up from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling my tongue around the head before taking him in my mouth again. I sucked him down the base of his cock, licking at the underside as I went. I smiled as I felt his balls tighten. His head tilted back and I heard him moan. I loved sucking him. I felt his cock harden as it forced out his semen. The first shot went right down my throat. I pulled back until it was just the head in my mouth. Spurt after spurt covered my tongue as he came. I swallowed and went back for more, making sure I got it all. I sucked him until he went soft. I smiled as I looked up at him from the bathroom floor. "I know how to take care of my man," I said as I tucked him back into his pants. "You sure do, babe," he said. He pulled me up and kissed me, his tongue danced inside my mouth. He never flinched from tasting himself. It was one of the things I liked about him. I felt his hands on my ass, slowly pulling up my skirt, and then slipping into my panties. I pushed him away, just enough to look at him. "Don't start what you can't finish." He smiled at me, "Fine. Back to the party then, and rain check on the real fun?" "Let's go." We went back into the bar. Dave and the rest of the crew didn't say anything. If I wanted to suck Bryce's dick in the middle of the street no one would say anything. Unless they wanted to meet Bryce in a dark alley. And no one wanted that. I got him good and drunk before I sent him home. The last thing I needed was for Bryce to suddenly decide to grow a conscience. "So..." Dave asked. "Don't worry, he'll stand tall. Just like he always does." "We need to get him bloodied up." I hated to admit it, but Dave was right. Bryce needed to do his first murder and get that shit behind him. If he was going to be a soldier, he needed to put in the work. "He will... when the time is right." I got up and walked out to the car. Dave could ride back with one of the boys. Driving was my thinking time. I thought about Bryce, about the gang, about our future. Bryce wasn't ready for that yet. He wasn't ready to do his first kill. He needed to get past this bullshit with Jose's wife before we put a gun in his hand. Still, it wasn't like he wasn't already standing tall for us. He soldiered up and handled business. Honestly, Dave needed to shut the fuck up and leave Bryce to me. It wasn't like this gang shit was our future. Bryce was going to college. After he graduated, we'd get married, and that would be that. We'd be all big house and picket fence during the week, and Bryce could be a weekend soldier. He'd use his degree to help the gang out. Dave just wasn't thinking big enough. You didn't need to be slinging on the corner to be down. ===Alice=== It was noon, and he was still in his room. Damn it. I wanted to get in there, to get back into that closet. I was convinced that there was something in there he didn't want me to find, and it wasn't just a dark wardrobe. I was sitting on the couch with my Psychology book, studying the chapters for the next semester. The TV was on, providing me the background noise that I needed, and I had a diet Pepsi sitting on the coffee table. It was my perfect study nest. Except for the fact I kept waiting for Bryce to go to school. It was a freaking Thursday! Why the hell wasn't he in class! I was taking notes on anxiety disorders when Bryce finally walked through the living room. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. "Bout time," I said. "You know you've missed all your morning classes right?" He stopped and looked over at me, and then kept walking without saying anything. I watched him walk out the door without another look at me. I sighed. Connecting with my little brother was going to be harder than I thought if he wouldn't even talk to me. I pretended to study for another ten minutes. Mostly for my own benefit as I tried to tell myself I wouldn't invade his privacy. Again. I lied. I sat my book aside and headed to his room. I was right. It was pristine. I walked into his closet and started looking around. I searched inside his shoes, thinking he might be hiding something in an old pair of sneakers. Nothing. I ran my hand over the top shelf. Nothing. I went and got a step ladder and looked up there. Yeah, nothing. I started to move his clothes around. I knew there was something in here! Nothing. I went flopped down on his bed. The hell! I was sure something was in there! He was so worried about me being in there last night. Maybe he took whatever it was he didn't want me finding with him. But he didn't have a backpack. 'It could have been drugs,' I thought. No, my brother wouldn't be on drugs. I sat up and looked into the closet again. Then I saw something. A thin line in the wall, except, it shouldn't be there. Not in the middle of the wall. I went and moved all the jeans out of the way. It was a seam. It went all the way around, making a 2x4 rectangle. I slipped my fingernails into the seam and pulled. The piece swung open on hidden hinges. Bryce's secret door had finally given way. And what was he hiding? Books. I pulled one out and opened it up. No. Journals. Oh yes! Journals! There were seven of them, filled with Bryce's personal thoughts and feelings! Yay! I took the first one out and closed the door. Then I reshuffled his clothes, trying to make them look like they did before I rifled through his closet. I took the journal, closed the door, and ran into my room. I slammed the door and fell onto my bed, excited to dig into my baby brother's mind. I opened it to the first page. It was dated. This was eight years ago. He would have been in sixth grade then. I started to read. "I can't believe it. I really thought this would be different. But, of course, they've already beaten me here too. They even have their pictures hung up in the trophy case! I hate them. How am I supposed to live up to that? They're just soooooo perfect. All my teachers are so excited to have a Brunson in their class again. Well screw them! I'm not trying to be Al or Adrian. Can you believe they actually call that cocky punk Adonis!? The teachers even call him that! And, apparently, she's 4.0 Alice. The Beauty and the Brain. And it's too late for me to make that bar, they checked. I made a B in first grade. Yeah. So that's what I have to look forward to. More of the constant comparison to my older siblings." That was kind of depressing me, so I flipped forward. The next page was completely blacked out and he had written in white ink. 'This could be interesting,' I thought. "I've finally been given some good advice. I tried out for football today, and the coach wants me to be a running back. I told him that I had to be quarterback because Adrian is quarterback. But he told me that I wasn't Adrian and I shouldn't try to be. So, I've decided I'm not going to play. I mean, I don't even like sports. Coach Atkins was right. I was trying to be like Adrian. By the way, he called him 'Adonis'. So I really don't want to play for him. As far as I'm concerned, Adrian can go to hell. I'm not going to be anything like him or Alice. I'm just going to be me. And if people don't like that, then fuck them!" Oh my! I never knew he felt like that about either of us. I never knew he had to deal with that. Why didn't he tell me? I'm sure I could have helped or done something. I flipped through the book. He had blacked out that page, so I figured that the black pages were the ones that were important to him. I really wanted to see those. The next one was towards the end. Too Far Gone "I HATE THEM ALL! Mom, Dad, Alice, Adrian! I HATE ALL OF THEM! My teachers all assigned me to advanced classes for next year. Not because they think I can do the work, but because they're sure my 'wonderful' brother and sister will help me out. Who the hell said I wanted their help? I'm going to take those classes and pass them on my own! Fuck those teachers! All year, every time I did something good, they assumed 4.0 or Adonis helped me. It's like they think I'm worthless or something! Well I'm not! I'm just as good as them!" Oh my! My eyes began to water up. I never knew! I swear I never knew! I wanted to run and hold this little boy in my arms and hug and kiss all his problems away. My poor little Bryce! There weren't any more black pages. I went and put the book back, and took out the next one. Sitting back down on my bed, I opened it up and flipped to the black page. It was seventh grade. It seemed he started a new journal for each grade level. "You won't believe it. You really won't believe it. You remember how I entered one of my stories to an online contest. Well, I won. I won a silver award on the national level. I won a trip to Washington D.C. for my whole family. The President of the United States of A-fucking-merica is presenting the awards. And I can't go. And guess why. Go ahead, guess. Nope. You were wrong. Do you want me to tell you? I can't go and accept my award from the President because the Beauty and the Brain, Alice 4.0, has a damn violin recital at school! At school! I won a national award! Fine! I see how it is now. If I'm flying and they're walking, I don't matter. Okay. Fuck the parents. I always knew they loved them more anyway. So fuck them. Fuck all of them. It's just me now. The sad thing is, I actually thought Alice gave a damn about me for a second. But I see I was wrong. So fuck her too. Fuck all of them. Fuck the parents. Fuck Adrian. Fuck Alice. Fuck the teachers. Fuck all the other students. Fuck the world. From now on, I'm out here for me and me only." The tears were freely running down my cheeks now. I knew the exact moment my brother no longer loved me. The page was full of his hatred. And it was well deserved. I didn't even know he liked to write, let alone won an award for it. A national award. And the family had skipped it to see me at another high school recital. I wasn't even all that good at the violin. I went and put the book back, but I didn't take another. I couldn't. I couldn't read any more. Instead, I closed it up and went back to my room and cried. I cried for the little boy who tried. I cried for the little boy who failed. I cried for the little boy who had been forgotten. Lost in the grandeur that was me and Adrian. I cried for Bryce, my little brother that we had all forgotten. ===Lynn=== His sister was in town. Fuck. I was parked outside their house. I knew her car. Now it all made sense. Now I understood. Bryce was always a bit different when one of his siblings was around. If only it had been Adonis. Bryce hated Adonis like God hates sin. When Adonis was around, Bryce was even more dangerous than usual. If it was Adonis, I probably could have gotten him bloody today. But no. My luck wasn't that good. It had to be Alice. And he was skipping classes again. Not that it mattered. He would walk either way. We just needed to pick which college he was going to. But the last thing I needed in Bryce's life was Alice. Why couldn't that bitch just stay where she was? Fuck me. Dave was breathing down my neck to get Bryce bloody, but with 4.0 here, it wasn't going to happen. Shit. I would need to fuck Bryce crazy just to keep him under my thumb. The last time Alice came around he didn't even leave the house except to go to school. I sighed. My pussy was going to be worn out before the summer was over. I should have kept him a virgin and just given him blow jobs. But no. I had to fuck him. Fuck me. And fuck her! I don't know how, but I was sure that bitch was going to cause me some sort of problem. Fuck me. I drove off to the school, to wait for Bryce to get out so I could get him good and fucked before he went home. If I was going to keep him under my thumb, I needed to keep him under my pussy. No need to give him time to think about anything else. I know this was a little low on the sex, expect more in the next release. Please don't forget to rate and comment and click buttons! Send me feedback! Did you like it, hate it? I need to know! Who was your favorite character? Do you want to hear from Bryce or do you like watching him from their point of view? And if you don't do anything... I will poke a hole in this rubber ducky. 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