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It’s been a long night and I’m absolutely knackered… I’ve been babysitting for my sister so she can go out. I’m not sure why I agreed I don’t eve like kids especially my niece and nephew. Don’t get me wrong I love them but truth is they just annoy me,

I’m Sixteen I should be out having fun and yet I get sucked into watching her kids so she can go out and get drunk with her new boyfriend…

Now he’s one of the reasons I said yes, I’ve got a crush on him. I know he’s older, over ten years older. But that doesn’t matter to me. I wouldn’t mind him thrusting deep inside me lol if only he didn’t have googly eyes for Jane. I finally got the kids in bed watching some Disney film with a Scottish princess, and decided to have a shower it’s only 11pm so it will be a while until Jane and Marc get back and hopefully I’ll be asleep by then I don’t fancy listening to them stumble about and the bed banging against the wall, it’s annoying that Jane is so loud when she cums.

My name is Debbie by the way, as I said I’m sixteen and Jane is my sister. we look alike both have blonde hair and blue eyes courtesy of our mum, and long legs courtesy of our dad. Though I think my boobs are bigger. Before Jane moved out she used to like to make me feel like a silly little girl and tell me how young I was and that I would be able to understand the relationships she had it really annoyed me, coming home every night with a different man she was just a slut really, I bet she doesn’t even know if her kids are her ex’s not that he cares he hasn’t been around since my niece was born. But I wanted to prove her wrong so one night when Jason stayed over, before my niece was born I let him catch me coming out the shower, I had seen the way Jane walked around half naked and how he could keep his eyes off her bum and boobs so when I accidently bumped into him I smiled as my towel accidently slipped and fell to the floor, it worked perfectly his eyes were all over me as I bent down to retrieve it giving him a glance of my bum

“Sorry James didn’t realise you was here” I said looking down at my feet and trying not to smile too much as I moved past him and brushed myself against him, he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall

“Well well Debbie what do we have here, that was a nice little show you gave me.”

I looked up at him trying to look innocent as I said it wasn’t a show and I was sorry but I hadn’t seen him. He pulled me against him and soon his lips and hands where all over me pulling the towel from my body and sliding his hand between my thighs, he asked me if I was a virgin and soon found I was as his fingers slid into me and came up against my barrier

“fuck, I’m going to enjoy breaking your innocence little girl”

my body was hot and my breathing was coming in fast short pants I wanted him, I wanted him to break my innocence like he said but Jane called up the stairs asking if he wanted breakfast, we heard her feet climbing the stairs and he quickly shoved me in the bathroom following me in and shutting the door behind us. He pushed me against the door and covered my mouth with one hand his other sliding between my thighs again forcing my legs open and thrusting his fingers in

“I’ll be right down baby; I’m just having a leak give me five minutes”

“Ok baby I love you” she replied

Looking me straight in the eyes he called out “I love you too baby” to her receding footsteps.
moving his hand he kissed me deeply his tongue thrusting deep into my mouth a promise of what his cock would do, he pushed me to my knees and told me to suck his cock forcing it to the back of my throat, this wasn’t going like I wanted I didn’t like this, as he lifted me up

I said “James we shouldn’t do this” tears running down my cheeks, I was scared

“Oh you want this, I know you do so stop being a little bitch and shut your mouth….”

“please don’t James I don’t want this your with my sister, you just said you loved her” I tried to push him away luckily Jane came up again and called him

“for fuck sake that slut always gets in my way, you keep your fucking mouth shut about this little girl and I promise we will pick this up again soon, I will fuck you so hard your never forget it” he said as he moved his fingers and kissed me hard “I’m coming baby girl” he called out as he twisted my nipple and pulled the toilet chain before leaving.

I made sure not to be around whenever he was after that, spending most my time with my best friend Sarah at her house, though the feel of his hand inside me woke up desires I didn’t have before and a I wanted someone to do that again but this time I wanted someone who would care about me… it wasn’t long before I chose someone and that was Sarah’s twin brother, she told me he liked me and was always looking at me so I decided why not have him, he wasn’t really good looking, a little lanky and quite skinny but that was ok, so and Sarah I put a plan into action.

A few weeks later her parents were going to be working late and we arranged that I would turn up for a sleep over, but she would be out with her boyfriend so I could be alone it Martin. It all went to plan and I ended up sitting on the sofa with him pretending to wait for her to come home. We got talking and I told him I thought he was really good looking and that I had liked him for years but I was scared what Sarah would think. Long story short we ended up in his bed naked, he was slow and gentle, kissing me all the time. It felt so much better than James, that night I lost my virginity and decided to keep seeing Martin after all he was nice.

the next night I was laying in bed almost asleep and thinking about Martin when I suddenly felt one hand over my mouth and another rubbing my pussy, eyes flying open I saw James leaning over me, the smell of drink hitting me in the face nevşehir escort hard

“About fucking time you came home little girl, was starting to think you was avoiding me” he slurred as he climbed on top of me and started to pull my top up my body and over my head

“James don’t please, I don’t want this. your with Jane and I have a boyfriend now” the sudden look in his eyes scared me more than anything else in my life had, his hand flew up and slapped me so hard I cried out but his hand was coming back down and landed hard and fast over my other cheek

“You let some prick get in you didn’t you” he growled “you fucking bitch you gave away what was mine to take!”

crying harder now I tried to tell him it was never his to take but his hand reached up to my throat and started to squeeze,

“You are mine to do what I fucking please with! You will do what I say when I say how I fucking say! you will not let any other man fucking touch you or I will slit your fucking throat after I make you watch me cut his cock from his body and stab him in the heart” he growled his faced so close his nose was touching mine “now stand up and take your shorts off” grabbing my upper arm he pulled me off the bed leaving me standing there as he sat back on, I started to pull my shorts down my thighs and over my arse as he watched smiling, I didn’t know what else to do. He pulled me down making me suck his cock, telling me what to do and how to do it,

after cumin in my mouth he pulled me up threw me on the bed and thrust hard and fast into me,

“shut the fuck up” he threatened at my scream “you will enjoy it or ill fuck your arse tonight too” at the thought of his big cock in my tiny arse I quickly started moaning and begging for more, I didn’t want him near me but if I made him believe I did he might be quick and leave me alone, though my moaning I heard him go on and on about how good I felt and how tight I was, inside I was crying wishing he would stop

“WHAT THE FUCK”

James’ head span towards the door, I looked over his shoulder to see Jane standing there her hand on her slightly showing pregnant belly,

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME YOU FUCK BITCH”

at first I thought I was saved then I realised she was talking to me, she actually believed I wanted this?

“Jane I…I didn’t…he…Jam…” I gasped as I felt James nail dig into my wrist his eyes told me to shut up

“DONT START CRYING YOU SLAG, YOU’RE MY SISTER HOW YOU COULD DO THIS… TO YOUR NEPHEW… TO ME AND MY BABY?” her eyes flew to James “AND YOU!”

James climbed off me lowering his head he walked to her and told her that I had been coming on to him for years, that the other day I came out of the shower and flashed him and told him that if he didn’t fuck me I would tell her that he had, and that he had for years. My mouth dropped open surely she wouldn’t believe that but her eyes flew to me again as he continued “I know I should have come to you baby but I was scared, I love you so much and I didn’t want to lose you. she said if I let her fuck me then she would leave me alone, I…I know I should have said not but I love you so much I couldn’t lose you and my babies” Oh my god she was actually believing him he eyes softened to him and the look she gave me could have killed me on the spot, she walked round him to me and slapped me so hard you could probably hear it from a mile away.

“YOU AND I ARE OVER YOU LITTLE WHORE! YOU STAY AWAY FROM ME AND MY CHILDREN, ESPECAILY AWAY FROM JAMES! HE’S MINE!!! AND DONT THINK I WON’T BE TELLING MUM AND DAD AND THEN YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO GO LIVE WITH AUNTIE GRACE”

“Jane baby think about it if you tell your parents who will get in trouble? I’m twenty she’s thirteen!” Jane looked at him knowing he was right.

After that Jane stayed with James believing his side of things, he used to sneak in my room and make me do things I didn’t want to but luckily it didn’t last long and him and Jane split up and he didn’t come round again. Jane finally started talking to me but I don’t think she ever believed my side of what happed.

Now three years later she’s getting me to babysit.

The shower was refreshing after looking after those brats, I quickly dry myself off and climb into my white satin shorts and top before climbing into bed.

I’m woken suddenly by a noise outside my bedroom door, fear gripping me like it does when you’re forced awake. I lay there listening wondering what it was, the clock flashes 3am in big red letters from the bedside table, must be Jane and marc getting back I think rolling over and closing my eyes determined to fall back to sleep before I hear the bed start squeaking then I suddenly hear Jane giggle and whisper

“Seriously Marc, she would love it the little bitch was fucking my ex for years behind my back!”

Oh my god was she really telling Marc that I slept with James? But why was she saying I’d like it? Like what? I thought trying to listen harder

“You want me to go in your little barely legal sister’s room and fuck her?” he laughed

“What the fuck” I whispered

“Marc like I said she will love it I seen the way she looks at you she wants your cock and I want to watch the little bitch get what she deserves for shitting on me in the past”

Tears well in my eyes, she’s clearly never believed me and now she wants….? What does she want? How would Marc fucking me get back at me?

“Jane your serious? Why?” he laughs again but this time you can tell it’s forced “what will you get out of this?

“Cause I know what your little fantasy is and I’m giving you a chance to play it out without any comebacks”

I try to listen but Marc doesn’t reply

“Come on babe you get what you want and I get what I want, and if she tries to tell anyone you raped her escort nevşehir I will tell everyone she’s lying”

I freeze my breath catching in my chest, his…his fantasy? Oh my god he wants to rape someone? And my own sister is giving him permission to rape me? No… I can’t let this happen again, sure I like Marc but I don’t want him like this! I jump out of bed and swing the door open

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME JANE? YOU’RE ASKING YOUR BOYFRIEND TO RAPE ME?” Marc looks shocked to see me standing there but Jane’s smiling

“Well, well, well… looks who’s awake hoping to hear us fucking again was you? You are such a slut” her smile changes slightly into a sneer the smell of drink wafting to my nose

“YOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK YOU JANE! YOU DONT BELIEVE JAMES RAPED ME I CANT CHANGE THAT YOU CHOOSE A WORTHLESS PEICE OF SHIT OVER YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD THAT SAYS MORE ABOUT YOU THAN IT DOES ME! BUT I WILL NOT LET YOU PUT ME DOWN ANY MORE! IM GOING HOME!”

I scream slamming the door and grabbing my clothes I need to get out of here, suddenly the door swings open and Jane walks in holding Marcs hand she walks up to me and slaps me hard

“You think you can talk to me like that? You owe me!”

“OWE YOU? FOR WHAT LETTING YOUR EX RAPE ME FOR MONTHS CAUSE YOU WOULDNT FUCK HIM WHILE PREGNANT? FOR LETTING HIM CHOKE ME AND HIT ME? NO JANE YOU OWE ME! YOU OWE ME YOUR LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING! YOU OWE ME RESPECT AND MOST OF ALL YOU OWE ME THE BENEFIT OF DOUBT”

“I can’t believe your still spinning that lie, James didn’t rape you, you begged him and threatened him” she slapped me again this time harder my head swung to the side my hand moving to my cheek warm tears making track marks over them “and now you’re going to repay me, and you’re going to love it” Jane grabbed my hair hard in her fist and dragged me over to Marc who stood there watching the whole thing but not saying anything a ghost of a smile playing on his sexy lips and in that moment the sexy man I had a crush on disappeared and things became crystal clear Jane clearly had a thing for evil men, men that liked and fantasied about hurting and forcing women to do what they wanted, men that didn’t care about those women only about breaking them into total submission and looking at him I couldn’t see a trace of the man I liked all I could see was James standing there…

“now….” lifting me to her Jane whispered in my ear ” do as your told or I will punch you next time and if you still try to fight ill let Marc do what he likes to you” she said pushing me hard to my knees in front of Marc,

“No” I whispered “I won’t do this I…” cut off I felt Jane hand grip my hair and her mouth my ear

“You will do this! Marc is going to rape you and there is NOTHING you can do about it” I looked up at Marc and saw him smiling, Jane stood up behind me and moved to his side “she’s all yours baby, enjoy but leave me some” she winked as she kissed him hard on the mouth.

What did she mean by leave her some? Was she planning on fucking him after he raped me? As she swayed out the door Marc grabbed my arm and pulled me up to his chest

“well, let’s get to it bitch” he said pushing me back down, opening his jeans and grabbing my head pushing me towards his now exposed fully hard cock “and know if you bite, I will hurt you more than your sister ever could”

No I won’t be forced to do this again! I think to myself as I push him away and stand up “No Marc, I won’t do this, this isn’t a fantasy this is real if you do this it WILL be rape not just something you dream of doing!”

“I don’t fucking care” he growls getting in my face “tonight you are mine! And Jane’s” he laughs confusion sweeps over my face, what does he mean and Jane’s? Laughing louder he says ”you really don’t know do you? Guess Jane’s been better at hiding her fantasy better than I did” he throws me on the bed and climbs onto my chest forcing his cock deep into my mouth face fucking me hard and fast making me gag and tears stream down my cheeks again. I can feel every thrust go deeper and it’s not long before his cock expands in my mouth and warm salty cum shoots down the back of my throat,

“Fuck I knew you was good at that but not that good” and confusion sweeps over me how could he possibly know if I was good or not? Why would he even say it?

“Sit up and suck me hard I want in that tight pussy” shaking my head I try to figure out what’s going on? Why does he seem to know more than he should about me? Suddenly all thoughts leave my mind and a flash of white hot pain shoots through me, realising he has punched me in the jaw

“DO IT YOU FUCKING TEASE” he screams in my face before grabbing my throat and pulling me into a sitting position, he kneels in front of me and I take his cock into my hand stroking his shaft and swirling my tongue round the head “that’s it you little slut” he purrs as his cock starts to harden “now open those legs for me little girl”

I gasp as everything falls into place, oh my god, that’s what James used to call me. He used to say it was his nick name for me I was his little girl. But how could Marc possibly know that?

“J…James…” Marc goes stiff for a second before forcing my legs open and thrusting hard into me every inch of his hard fat 9” cock forced ball deep into my pussy I scream, no he can’t be James he’s too young and a lot bigger, his hand covers my mouth as he looks at me grinning wide like the Cheshire cat in Alice in wonderland,

“Is my brother” he says my eyes full of shock how? Did Jane know? Why? How?

“That little slut sister of yours doesn’t have a clue does she? What James did to you? He told me every night how good you was, how he would force his cock into you and no matter how hard he pounded you was always as tight as the first time, he still goes on about nevşehir escort bayan it when we saw your sister in the club that night he begged me to go talk to her she never met me cause I lived with my mum, he wanted me to get close to you, get you away from her so I could bring you to him. All those supple hints about rape fantasies it took Jane forever to click on but I thought I would get her to let me rape her then when she was tied up I could take you to him. I think this is even better and Jane really wants it” he says pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in hard causing me to grunt and squeeze my eyes shut in pain

”you know she’s always wanted to fuck a girl?” my eyes fly open surely not? Please don’t say what I think he’s saying “she’s always wanted you!”

every hope and every bit of fight leaves my body “and you’re not going to say a word about who I am” he leans over me and pulls the pillow case from the pillow tearing it and gagging me so I can’t talk just as Jane walks back in the room wearing a see through white lace nighty.

“mmm now that is a sexy site, your cock buried deep inside her” she says walking over to us and stroking her hand and nails over his bare arse “but I think we need to strip her” she smiles climbing onto the bed and pulling my top over my head, “why is she gagged?” she frowns only just noticing the ripped pillowcase

“She wouldn’t shut up its ok baby when you get that sweet pussy over her mouth we will remove it”

Oh fuck please no, I think to myself but Jane smiles

“I can’t wait” she says leaning down and flicking her tongue over my already hard nipple despite what happening my back arches pushing my chest against Marc’s as Jane’s mouth clutches onto my nipple and Marc’s cock thrusts into me and rubs against my g-spot a moan escaping from my mouth

“Mm you like that baby sister? I knew you was a slut” she says as her fingers reach between Marc’s and my bodies and reaches down to run her fingers over my clit my back arches again I feel my body starting to tense and my moaning increases Marc pulls my gag away as his tongue slides into my mouth

“Oh god please….” I moan

“Please what Debbie?” he whispers in my ear

“Please… don’t stop… fuck me harder… oh god Marc.” Jane smiles up at me leaning up to kiss me full on the mouth, her soft warm tongue slides in my mouth. Automatically I kiss her back, my hand coming up behind her head and pulling her mouth tighter to mine

‘stop’ my mind screams ‘she’s your sister, she’s letting her boyfriend rape you! James’ brother to match’ but my body doesn’t care as Marc thrusts harder causing an orgasm to rip through my body so hard bright lights flash behind my eyes

Marc pulls out of me and turns me over onto my chest, pull my hips back towards him as he lines his cock with my arse, eyes flying open I beg him not to but Jane climbs in front of me and spreads her legs

“shut up baby sister he will use whatever part of you he wants and you will please me while he does” she says as she pulls my head to her waiting wet pussy,

I’m shocked and scared James always hurt me with anal and I’ve never been with another girl I don’t know what to do but Marc’s voice distracts me

“Baby tells your sister what you told me tonight, how you always imagined fucking her” he said pushing his hard cock into my bum, my whole body tensing as the pain shoots up my back

“mmm yes, ever since you was ten I wanted to taste you, I remember bathing you one day and as I washed you my fingers slid through your wet pussy, you opened your legs and watched as I rubbed you, but you laughed and climbed out as mum called telling you to clean your teeth, that night as I read to you I couldn’t stop thinking about it I told you mum said to put cream on you as I knew you would you pulled the cover off you and opened your legs wide waiting, I got the cream but never put any on my fingers when I put my hand in the pot, instead I just rubbed your pussy and clit for five minutes, then as I left I sat on my bed smelling you and sucking my fingers as I fingered my pussy until I came” she confessed as she pushed me harder into her wet pussy and Marc thrust hard into my arse I scream as I feel myself tear my sister still pushing me hard into her pussy the only way to breath will be to lick her as she continues her memory

“I imagined us like this! your mouth on my pussy licking my juices and sucking on my clit” I decide that’s what I should do so I lick u her wet pussy from her arse to her little hard clit causing her to stop talking and arch her back as I take her clit into my mouth and gently pull it with my teeth before sucking it into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it

“OH FUCK” she screams as my mouth floods with her juices I continue to lick her as Marc starts fucking me harder “oh my god that was amazing,” Jane mumbles as we all hear a little voice calling out for “mum” “shit I’ll be right back” she says leaving the room,

“That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen little girl” Marc leans over and whispers in my ear, “James still needs to see you, but for tonight your mine!” he says thrusting harder and faster,

“and you won’t tell Jane anything or I will kill you, her and those little shits out there too”

“B…but they are your niece and nephew” I say

“so your slut of a sister says, you want them unharmed you won’t tell Jane and you won’t say no to anything I want again” he says pulling out and pushing quickly into my pussy as he cums hard deep inside me just as Jane comes back in,

pulling out he turns me over and faces Jane pointing to his cock “clean it off” he tells her, she doesn’t even hesitate as she gets to her knees licking and sucking our juices off his cock before turning to me and burying her head between my thighs licking his cum from me

“you taste just as I remember” she says standing up “well we better get to bed” she smiles at Marc as she pulls him from the room seconds later I hear a click in the door and realise I’m locked in.

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This story deals with betrayal, cheating, and infidelity. If that’s not what you like, then you’ll probably want to read a different story. This chapter was originally intended to be part of chapter 5, but the scenes in chapter 5 wound up running long and so I split it in two.

If you’re one of the people who has expressed concern for the way Kyle’s been treated, then you might want to skip this one, because this time we get to see how bad things are for him, in some respects. And if you’re the person reposting these stories on other sites without permission, kindly eat a bowl of needles.

As ever, many thanks to the reader who proposed the idea for the story and whose input has helped guide me as I wrote. Thanks, as well, to all the other fans who’ve had kind words for my writing.

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Headknocker

Kyle lifted his head from his desk and rubbed his bleary eyes. Someone was shaking his shoulder and talking to him. He batted the hand away and mumbled something unintelligible. His head hurt, and his neck and back were stiff and sore. Belatedly, he realized that the person talking to him was his girlfriend, Jess.

“Are you okay, baby?” she asked, her face displaying nothing but concern.

He mumbled something in reply—his tongue felt like it was swollen, and his mouth was dry. Jess had thought ahead, though, and offered him a glass of water, which he accepted gratefully. Kyle downed the water quickly, and tried again to answer her question. “I’m fine, Jess. I must have fell asleep at my desk.”

Jess stepped behind him and started to rub his shoulders. Her hands felt glorious, and Kyle felt the knots and tension in him draining away. He tried to think of the last time Jess had touched him like this, and was mildly alarmed to realize he couldn’t recall. But then again, his memory, like most everything in his life, seemed to be coming apart, thanks to his asshole roommate Ian.

Last night had been especially bad. First had come the music—loud, pounding music, from speakers that seemed to be set right against the wall. Kyle left the room, as he often did when Ian was playing his music, and went to the library. But when the library closed he had nowhere to go. He’d fallen out with most of his friends, thanks to his ever-worsening temper and increasingly odd sleep habits (and while he didn’t want to admit it, his declining standards of personal hygiene didn’t help). Jess wasn’t around. He walked around the campus for a while, but people were giving him odd looks, and so after a stop by Jess’s dorm (no one had seen her for hours) he gave up and went home.

Ian’s music was still going when it made it back to his room. It was a small comfort when Ian finally came home with his newest conquest; they turned down the music, but then the fucking started. And this time, it was especially loud fucking. When Kyle banged on the wall, begging Ian to leave off for just one night, it was Ian’s partner who had yelled abuse back at him. The two of them continued on well into the night, the noises from their energetic coitus even overcoming the earplugs Kyle had bought (he’d bought some noise-canceling headphones, too, but the first pair vanished and Ian stepped on the second).

Kyle eventually groaned in disgust and left; he wound up wandering around town until he found a bar, where he drank until he could barely stand and was thrown out at last call. Everything else was a blur; he somehow made it back to his room, but he had no idea how or when. And now he was feeling the effects of the worst hangover of his life, combined with sleep deprivation, the net result being that Kyle felt like God had kicked him in the balls.

But Jess’s hands on his shoulders felt good; after a few minutes, and another glass of water, he felt almost human. That’s when he realized that Jess was dressed to the nines, in a red halter top that bared more cleavage than she usually displayed and a short black skirt that would give anyone behind her quite a show if she bent at the waist. Jess had been dressing sexier lately, but this was a bit much even for her, and Kyle was just about to ask her about it when she said, “We’ve still got some time before we need to get to the party. Why don’t you hop in the shower and clean yourself up?”

Then he remembered: Jess had been invited to a frat party tonight by one of Ian’s meathead asshole friends. The arrogant douchebag had just ignored Kyle entirely, but Jess asked if it was okay for her to bring him along, and the guy—a bit reluctantly, Kyle thought—said yes. Kyle just knew that the asshole had wanted to get Jess alone and try to seduce her. Recently he’d found himself getting increasingly jealous, and even found himself harboring suspicions about Jess’s fidelity. But the way she insisted he come along with her helped calm his fears quite a bit. After all, if his girlfriend was cheating on him, why would she want him along at the party?

Kyle rose up out of his chair and promptly fell against his desk—his legs had gone bahis siteleri to sleep during the night. Jess stifled a giggle and Kyle felt a flash of hot anger, which he quickly squelched. It was funny, he thought to himself. She wasn’t putting him down; it was a good-natured laugh, he reminded himself. And it mostly worked.

His second attempt to get on his feet was more successful. He rooted around in his dresser and closet looking for clothing that was both clean and appropriate and found none. He settled for a pair of jeans he had only worn twice and a t-shirt that mostly fit—his recent weight gains had left him short on clothes.

Overall, he didn’t look like someone who’d be going out with a girl like Jess. He was a tubby, bland looking guy, in his ill-fitting t-shit and his slightly grubby jeans, with his shaggy brown hair and dull brown eyes. Jess, in contrast, looked like the kind of woman who should be on the arm of a movie star; she was petite but busty, and her skin practically glowed with life. Men had all but drowned in the limpid blue pools of her eyes.

But somehow he’d managed to land her and keep her, or at least that’s what he thought. Kyle resolved to make tonight a fun night for Jess and offered her his arm. She took it, a cute little smile on her face, and they set out for the party.

They walked across the campus to Greek Row, where most of the frat houses were. It was clear which one was hosting the party—people were hanging out on the lawn, the front porch, scattered around the side in small knots. It wasn’t too loud, but it was crowded. Kyle found himself scanning the crowd, looking for familiar faces and finding almost none. Certainly, none of the people he recognized were friends.

Jess also looked out on the crowd, but she was looking for one person in particular: Ian. He told her he’d be there, and she hoped that they’d be able to sneak away for a furtive encounter in one of the house’s many bedrooms. But she didn’t see him among the people gathered around outside. Jess turned to Kyle and said, “Let’s go inside and get some drinks.” Kyle nodded warily and the two of them pushed past a group of people milling around the door.

Inside, there was music and dancing and more people that Kyle didn’t recognize. Jess seemed to know plenty of them, both men and women; she waved across to room to a pair of girls, got stopped by a pair of guys—favoring them with a dazzling smile—and exchanged quick greetings with a half-dozen other people, all before they’d gone twenty feet.

Jess and Kyle made slow progress through the house to the common room, where a bar had been set up. Music was playing throughout the house, and people were dancing anywhere they could find space; around the edges of each room, there were people talking excitedly to one another.

The trouble started when they got to the bar.

Kyle had kept Jess on his arm possessively as they’d navigated their way through the crowd—which hadn’t made things easier for them. But when they got close to their destination, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Get me a beer, please, honey?” she asked, and slipped away to go say hi to someone she recognized.

He made his way through the press of bodies around the bar, getting jostled by frat boys and others. It took him a few minutes to find his way up to the bar proper, and a few minutes more before he could get the bartender’s attention. And Kyle found himself getting increasingly angry during the whole ordeal. He suspected that some of the people who’d bumped into him had done it intentionally, and he was certain the bartender (a cute blonde girl, with a bottle opener on her belt buckle) had seen him and was ignoring him.

But eventually he got two beers, one for him and one for Jess. He turned and made his way back out of the crowd—a bit of the beer wound up sloshing out of the cup and on his hands, but he couldn’t do anything about it until he found Jess and got a hand free. She was initially nowhere to be seen, but he could hear her laughing; he looked around, and eventually spotted her.

Jess was talking to Ian, the man who’d been tormenting Kyle all year. She was laughing, her head thrown back, her blue eyes sparkling. Her hand was resting lightly on his chest. He had a cocky little smirk on his face. Kyle started making his way toward them as Ian bent down and whispered something into Jess’s ear. She gasped and pushed away from him, playfully. Jess didn’t seem to notice Kyle’s approach, but Ian did—he even gave Kyle a mocking wink as he kept whispering to Jess. Jealous anger flared in Kyle’s breast and he pushed in between a dancing couple, glowering at Ian and Jess.

“Hey, roomie,” said Ian as Kyle approached. Jess turned and beamed at her boyfriend, gratefully reaching out to take one of the beers. But then Ian grabbed the other one from Kyle’s hand—he was too shocked and angry to resist. “Thanks, chief,” Ian said, and took a drink. Jess took a drink as well, canlı bahis siteleri mainly to hide her own smirk at seeing her lover bully her nominal boyfriend.

Kyle sputtered in inarticulate anger as Ian drank his beer. “Listen, asshole…” He didn’t get much farther as Ian narrowed his eyes, and Kyle remembered that Ian was much bigger than him, and seemed to be all muscle where Kyle was decidedly not.

So Kyle turned his anger on Jess. “What the hell are you doing talking to this shithead?” he shouted. “And flirting with him?” He grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from Ian and starting to walk away. He kept ranting, increasingly incoherently. “You know what he’s put me through all year. He’s made my life hell and you’re acting like you want to fuck him right here in front of everybody!”

Jess wriggled out of his grasp. “What’s wrong with you? We were just talking!” People were starting to take notice; some were staring. Ian was making his way over to the arguing couple as well, wading through the crowd with ease.

“You were touching him!” Kyle retorted. “You were practically groping him.”

“So? I can touch who I want. It doesn’t mean anything. You’re acting crazy.”

“You’re acting like a whore!”

Jess’s eyes went wide. Kyle froze, mortified. Everyone was staring. “I’m sorry, babe,” he said, his temper quickly cooling. “I didn’t mean it.” Her lip trembled, and tears appeared at the corners of her eyes. She turned and ran out, the crowd parting for her. Kyle watched her go—and so did Ian.

Kyle spun on his heel and found himself face-to-face (face-to-torso, really) with Ian. Ian pushed him, and Kyle staggered back a step. “You made a big mistake there, asshole,” Ian said. “You think you can get another girl like that? You’re throwing away the best thing in your life.” Kyle just stared at Ian for a moment, dumbstruck.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he shouted in reply. “You’ve been fucking with me all year, and now you want to give me advice?” He pushed Ian, or at least tried to, but only ended up forcing himself back half a step.

Ian went very still and said, quietly, “Don’t touch me again.”

Kyle glared at Ian, his futile rage burning inside him. “Fuck off,” he said, and turned to go after Jess. He stormed off in the direction she went, but he had no idea where she went once she was out of sight, so he instead spent twenty long, unpleasant minutes sidling around on the outskirts of the party, looking for her. He called her, several times, but it went through to voice mail each time. His texts didn’t draw out any responses either

As the evening wore on, Kyle felt worse and worse about his behavior. His anger cooled and was replaced by shame, and then fear. What if he’d ruined things? Ian, while a class-A dickhead, hadn’t been wrong; Jess was the best thing in Kyle’s life.

He gave up looking for her and went back to the bar. Six beers later, he was slumped over the side of a chair in the main room, lost in a drunken stupor. That’s when Jess found him.

And Ian was with her.

His arm was around her shoulders. It looked like she might have been crying; her makeup had been wiped away, although a few traces remained. Her top and skirt were slightly askew. Kyle looked up at her from his drink and saw the way Ian was holding her, and his rage returned in a flash.

Kyle got up, tottering unsteadily as the alcohol went to his head. He pointed an accusatory finger at the pair—though he couldn’t quite keep it steady, and the tip of his finger bobbed and weaved, pointing first at Ian, then Jess, and sometimes off into space. “What the hell are you doing with her, asshole?” he shouted. The party once again came to a halt; people cleared away, making space for the arguing trio.

“I was telling her to come back and try to make peace. So shut the fuck up.”

Jess stepped away, shrugging off Ian’s arm. “Baby, please… Ian’s just trying to help. We’re friends. I know you hate him, but that doesn’t mean I have to hate him too.” She took another step and took Kyle’s hand, gently folding his outstretched finger and clasping his hand in hers. “Let’s make up and go home.”

Kyle was confused, drunk, and angry. Some part of him knew that the wise decision here was to swallow his pride, apologize, and leave. But that part wasn’t running the show. He yanked his hand away from Jess. “No. You’re taking his side, and you know how terrible he is. If you love me, you won’t keep defending him.”

“I’m not defending him!”

“You are! Hell, you’re probably sleeping with him!”

Jess looked aghast. “Are you really accusing me of cheating on you?”

“Why not? You flirt with him. You dress like a slut. You take his side.”

Ian stepped in. “Look, man. Your girl isn’t sleeping with me. Don’t think I haven’t asked.”

That pushed Kyle over the edge. He spun to face Ian, teeth bared in a grimace, and took a wild swing. He caught Ian off guard, and his fist collided güvenilir bahis with Ian’s jaw. Kyle learned something then: punching someone in the face is an easy way to hurt your hand. He clutched his split knuckles and hissed in pain.

He was waving his hand, trying to shake some feeling back into it, and looking down at the injured appendage—which is why he was caught off guard when Ian returned the favor. Ian moved quickly, his right hand coming straight on in a boxer’s cross. There was a crack as Kyle’s nose broke; two streams of blood flooded down his face. Kyle toppled over like a felled tree.

For a moment, everyone was still. The only sound was the music, still playing even though the party had ground to a halt. Ian knelt and hoisted Kyle’s limp body over his shoulder, carrying him like a sack of potatoes. “I’ll take him home,” he said, speaking loud enough to be heard over the music. “He’ll be fine in the morning.”

He left, then, Kyle slung over his shoulder, and Jess followed.

—–

Passing the Time

(A few minutes after Jess runs off, in a bedroom upstairs in the frat house, before Kyle gets punched)

“How long should we give it before we go out to him?”

“Half an hour should do it. He’s a cheap date.”

“Call it forty minutes, just to be safe.”

“Well, then… how shall we pass the time?” Jess’s voice dropped into a purr as she turned toward Ian, a wicked smile on her face. He was standing in the center of the bedroom, a few feet in front of the double bed tucked away in the corner.

They were upstairs, in one of the bedrooms of the frat house. Jess had put on a masterful performance, running off crying when Kyle had insulted her. Ian waited a few moments and followed, after telling Kyle off. And now they were together again, waiting for Kyle to drown himself in drink before they went back down to continue the show.

She clicked the lock on the door and walked toward Ian, her hips swaying seductively. “You were very mean to him,” she said. “I suppose I should be upset at you messing with my boyfriend like that.” She gently pushed him back, and he sat down on the bed. Jess got on with him and knee-walked around behind him, draping herself over his broad back. She nuzzled his neck, making her way up to give his earlobe a playful bite. “It doesn’t make me angry,” she continued. “It makes me hot. Does that make me a bad person?”

Ian closed his eyes and leaned back against Jess, feeling her breasts press against him. “I think we’re both pretty bad, baby. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Jess let out a little moan and slithered around him, swinging a leg over his, so she wound up straddling him, her legs around his waist, her short black skirt riding up until it barely covered her pussy.

“I am bad,” she purred. “I slipped off my panties before you got here. So lay back and let’s have some fun.” Ian smiled and did as she suggested, knowing full well that whatever she had planned would be immeasurably entertaining. Jess slid off of him, down onto her knees, and her nimble fingers deftly undid his belt.

She slid her hand into his opened fly, and it closed around Ian’s half-hard shaft, still covered by his boxer briefs. Her eyes widened. “God, every time… you’re so big. I never get used to this.” Jess could feel his pulse as he swelled in her grasp. “Want a blowjob, sir? Or should we get right to fucking?”

“Dealer’s choice.”

She tugged his cock out from his fly, before it got too hard to come free, and popped the end into her mouth. Her tongue whirled around his thick head as she lavished attention on him. Ian folded his arms behind his head and luxuriated in the sensation of having a beautiful woman devote herself to pleasing him.

Jess sucked him until he was rock-hard, his prick standing up like a flagpole from out of his jeans. Then she climbed back up on the bed and straddled Ian once more, taking his cock in both hands and stroking slowly. “I’m going to ride you, stallion.” She rocked her hips forward, until her cunt was up against his monolithic meat, and started to slide up and down slowly, coating the underside of the spit-slick shaft with a thin sheen of her pussy juice.

“You weren’t kidding about being hot, little lady… you’re drenched.”

“It’s your fault, sexy.” She rose up and positioned Ian’s pole right under her slit, and then dropped heavily on it. She yelped slightly—despite their many encounters, she was still too tight to take Ian easily. Even as wet and ready as she was, the shock of taking every inch of Ian’s thickness in her all at once caused a twinge of pain.

But it was a good pain, and it came with that delicious sensation of being stretched that she’d come to love. She slowly settled into place, hips rocking gently, and Ian’s hands came up to rest on her thighs. “Quiet, little lady,” he said in a stage whisper. “Don’t want people coming in to investigate. They might get the wrong idea.”

“Oh?” she replied, leaning forward and putting her hands on Ian’s broad chest. “I think they’d figure that there was a hot little cheating bitch fucking a big-dicked stud behind her boyfriend’s back. And that would be… exactly… right…” As she trailed off, she started to rise and fall, slowly at first but quickly building speed.

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