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All characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18. This work is purely fictional.
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Summary: Big brother and little sister’s relationship blossoms as a letter from their estranged mother arrives.
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Part 2
I had to bite down on my lower lip to stop the cry that wanted to explode out of me.
It was the middle of the day; Pa was standing just outside the trailer door with one of his buddies, sharing a beer. They were laughing and talking about the football game that was playing on the radio.
I had come back from Regina’s ten minutes before and had started cleaning up the mess the boys had made. I had bags of rubbish that needed dumping, one of which had spilt out onto the kitchen floor when I had dropped it.
Johnny had been sitting alongside Pa when I’d come home. He’d followed me into the trailer I shared with Pa; his pretence of needing something else to drink was only going to give him so much time, which is why I had dropped the bag of rubbish in surprise.
I had expected Johnny to come up behind me; what I didn’t expect was him to pick me up, kiss me, tear off my panties and then bury himself inside me. His cock had already been pulled out of his jeans before the door had even closed behind him; he had been so eager.
Johnny’s hand gripped my thigh; he held onto the counter with the other. He grunted as he snapped his hips forward, filling me with his cock.
My centre was damp from our earlier phone conversation; Johnny had gotten me all worked up so that when I did come home, I was ready. His cock had slid straight in, my walls clenching around his thick length.
I hadn’t been able to stop the first cry, but no one came running, so Johnny didn’t stop. He kept our mouths either glued together to muffles our sounds, or I tried to hold them in.
Johnny had his mouth wrapped around my nipple, his teeth tugging at the nub.
I was trying to hold it in; my orgasm was rapidly building, and I could tell by his unsteady thrusts that he was just as close. I wanted to scream out his name, beg him to fuck me harder, but I couldn’t. I buried my face into his shoulder, dug my nails into his arm and hair and groaned loudly as my orgasm hit.
Pleasure rolled through me, and my walls clenched around Johnny’s cock. His hand smacked the counter, and with a grunt, he shot his cum into me.
I whimpered against his throat at the feeling of him filling me.
His shoulder’s slumped, and the grip of my thigh loosened. He lifted his head, his face glowing with a big goofy smile.
I returned his smile and cupped his face, kissing him softly.
“Hi,” I said.
It had been two days since I had seen him, two very lonely nights without him and many phone calls that had left me wanting. But he was back, and I didn’t want to let him go.
“Hi,” he said.
Johnny was my older brother. The older brother that I had completely fallen in love with and had spent the past six months fucking. It had been the happiest six months ever, and I found myself wanting more and more to not have to hide what I had.
But even in our unique life, the two children of a bike gang leader, living in a trailer park, with a mother who had abandoned us, our kind of relationship wasn’t exactly normal. We were siblings, brother and sister that wanted no one but each other.
Pa was probably the one person I really care about; his opinion had always mattered to me. But I didn’t think even he could accept what Johnny and I had. So we kept it between us.
No one suspected the amount of time we spent together. We had always been close. We had shared a bedroom for years until Johnny got his own trailer. Pa never even seemed to realise that I spent almost every night in Johnny’s trailer.
There had been times when we were almost busted. Pa had walked in while I had been riding Johnny on his couch. I had been so close to finishing when Pa had called out Johnny’s name. I ungracefully fell off my brother and ran to the bathroom. I hid in the small toilet for fifteen minutes while Pa and Johnny talked about gang business. When Pa finally left, Johnny made it up to me, but in his bed where it was safer.
There had also been times in my bed. Pa didn’t seem to think knocking was a thing, but neither of us had managed to remove any clothing before Pa walked in. Johnny—with his quick thinking—started tickling me, and Pa never thought twice.
But having sex in the trailer, I shared with Pa, when he could have walked in at any moment, was probably the most brazen we had been. But it had been two days, and I couldn’t remember being so horny.
Pa had taken Johnny and the gang off for a few days to do a big run. Johnny was roped in when two of Pa’s guys ended up in the lock-up for fighting. Johnny didn’t normally do too much when it came to the gang; he ran the more legal side of Pa’s business dealings. But Johnny knew Pa needed him, so off he went.
I had stayed home, trying to keep myself occupied. I was a little lost without the boys to take care of. So I tried to keep myself occupied; Regina had been a great help, Avrupa Yakası Escort letting me go over and hang out with her and her little boy. I had been over at Regina’s when Johnny had called and told me they were back; I had never rushed home so quickly.
Johnny kissed me again. His hands grasping my waist.
“We better clean up,” I said, pulling back slightly.
He nodded.
When Johnny pulled out of me, I always felt empty. I couldn’t stop my whimper, and as he tucked himself back into his jeans, he kissed me again. I grabbed my panties from the floor and threw them in the hamper in my room before grabbing the rubbish.
“Pa has to go away again soon,” said Johnny.
I smiled. “Just Pa?”
Johnny nodded.
“So we will be all alone.”
He nodded again. “He is driving down to Miami to do a drop, should be gone for almost two weeks.”
I knotted the top of the rubbish bag and leant against the counter. “Whatever will we do with ourselves?”
Johnny smirked. “I have a few ideas.”
I giggled. I bet he did.
The relationship between Johnny and I had blossomed without any effort. It seemed that nothing had really changed in the way we acted; we kissed, messed around, and fucked—a lot—but we still watched tv and hung like we always had. It just seemed that now everything was just that much better.
Johnny helped me clean up the mess they had made. His eyes flashing towards me, his smile gleaming as I squatted down. I shook my head at him before brushing past him on my way to the door, making sure to slide my hand across his chest.
We carried the rubbish bags over to the bin before joining Pa.
I took a seat on the steps of the trailer as Johnny cracked open a beer and sat down beside me, our knees knocking together. I stole Johnny’s beer and took my own sip before he took it back.
Pa said, “Did you miss us, sweet girl?”
I smiled. “I missed the company,” my eyes glanced at Johnny, “but not the mess you all make.”
Victor, one of Pa’s boys, laughed. “Nancy said the same thing.”
“Except she was just fine without your company,” teased Johnny.
Victor scoffed and threw the cap of his beer at him.
Pa said, “Well, best make the most of it before we head out to Miami in a few days.”
“By the time we get back, Nancy will have remarried,” said Johnny.
Victor kicked Johnny’s leg, only making Johnny laugh harder.
“Ignore him, Victor,” I said, “he is just jealous that you have someone to go home to.”
Johnny shrugged.
“You haven’t told her?” asked Pa.
Johnny took a long drink of his beer.
“Told me what?” I asked.
“Johnny is all tied down,” said Victor.
“Really?” I looked at Johnny, confused. I had no idea what he could have said to any of them. There was no way he would be acting so causal if they knew the truth.
Johnny smiled at me and took another sip.
“Yep,” said Pa. “Last night, this pretty blonde thing was all over him. She was desperate, but Johnny shrugged her off.”
The picture flashing in my mind of a blonde girl flirting with Johnny made me want to punch something; I knew I would have to deal with girls chasing Johnny, he was too good looking to be ignored, but it still frustrated me. But hearing that he had shrugged her off made my heart flutter. I wanted to lean against his shoulder and snuggled into him. I wanted to kiss him; instead, I smirked and looked at him.
“Your Pa kept her company, though,” said Victor.
“That I did.” Pa laughed.
“So…” I said, “who is she?”
Johnny frowned slightly and cleared his throat.
“He won’t say,” said Victor.
“Why do I have to tell you lot anything?” said Johnny.
Pa smirked. “You worried she’ll prefer your old man.”
I cringed and shook my head, keeping in a laugh. If only Pa knew who he was talking about.
Johnny didn’t hold in his laughter. “Sorry, old man, she prefers someone with more stamina.”
Pa chuckled. “You little shit.”
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I woke slowly. I was a little groggy, almost ready to go straight back to sleep if it wasn’t for the weight pressing me down into the mattress. My skin was buzzing as pleasure seemed to slide through me. I opened my eyes and lifted my head slightly to see Johnny lying half sprawled across me.
His head was bent over me, and his mouth was latched onto my breast. He was gently sucking at my nipple, his tongue twirling over my hardened peak. The sensation was enough to make my back arch, pressing up against him.
His eyes flashed up to me, his mouth widened in a large grin. “Good morning.”
I smiled back and ran my hand through his hair. “Morning.”
Johnny lowered his head back down, his lips parted wide enough that he engulfed as much of my breast as he could manage. He increased his pressure, roughly sucking on my flesh. A low groan vibrated from him and through my chest, the sensation tugging a gasp from my lips.
After Pa and Victor had left the night before, Johnny and I hadn’t been able to wait Bahçelievler Escort any longer. Johnny led me to his bed, where we stayed until my stomach had begged for food. Pizza was delivered, followed by more sex, then ice cream, which made more of a mess than anything.
I had fallen asleep satisfied and full, and not only of food.
His fingers moved to grasp onto my knee before moving up my thigh, the tips dancing across my skin until they rested on my hip. Johnny gave me a light squeeze before his palm drifted further. When he reached the curve of my other breast, he massaged the skin, pinching my nipple.
I whimpered as he feasted on my chest, my hands tugging on his hair to hold him against my chest. The heat of his mouth was swiftly creating a searing ache between my thighs, enough to make me squirm beneath him.
Johnny moaned against my breasts, sucking the nipple once more before letting it go. He pressed kisses to the valley between my breasts, his hot breath causing my skin to tingle beneath him.
He said, “Did you sleep well?”
I nodded.
“Good.”
Johnny nuzzled his nose against the underside of my breast before kissing his way down to my stomach.
I inhaled sharply as his finger twisted my nipple.
“I missed you,” he said.
His tongue swept across my navel and dipped inside.
“And I know you missed me.”
I whimpered as his hand moved down to brush the inside of my thigh.
“And I should make up for leaving you alone.”
Johhny took one of my legs and lifted it up over his shoulder, his hand grasping the top of my thigh.
“Yes,” I gasped.
His hot breath coated my centre. “What would you like first?” He kissed the inside of my thigh.
“Touch me,” I moaned.
One of his fingers slid across the lips of my folds, sliding up to rub against my clit.
“Ahh!” I cried.
“Like this?”
I nodded.
“Or perhaps, like this.”
Johnny pushed his tongue deep inside me. It pulled a strangled cry from me as he latched onto my centre and started to thrust his tongue into my opening. He groaned as he tasted me, his hand tightening around my thigh.
My hips bucked against his mouth, I dug one hand into his hair, and the other, I grasped the sheets beneath us.
A soft squeal emerged from me, “Johnny!”
He began running his tongue along the smooth crease; he lathered every inch of my centre with the rough surface of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. He abruptly shifted towards my swollen clit before playfully darting at it and pulling it into his mouth. Two fingers were suddenly buried inside of me, thrusting back and forth as his tongue ravished me.
“Johnny,” I cried.
My chest heaving as my heart thumped in my chest. My stomach tightened as Johnny filled me, his mouth and fingers moving in sync, making me shudder and shake until my body felt like jelly.
I sagged against the sheets trying to catch my breath.
Johnny pressed a kiss to my centre before pulling himself up my body, leaving a trail of kisses along my skin before pressing a firm kiss to my mouth.
His hands cupped the back of my thighs, lifting my legs up and wrapping one around his hips. His fingers rubbed my thigh as I felt his cock press against my swollen centre.
I lifted my arms to wrap around his neck as he sank into me. We both moaned at the movement, his length stretching me, filling me completely.
His hand squeezed my thigh and ran along my skin to grasp my ass cheek as he filled me completely. He nuzzled my cheek and pressed his face against my throat as he pulled out.
It was slow, just like our first time. The pleasure built with every thrust; our kisses were lazy and unrushed. Johnny held my body against him as he pressed kisses along my throat and shoulder, lathered my chest in attention.
Only when we were both nearing our end did his speed shift. His thrusts were harder, his grunts were louder, and as my walls clenched around him as my orgasm rolled through me, he groaned my name against my mouth as he filled me with his cum.
I always enjoyed it when he rested his weight on me. I liked feeling him above me and inside me as we tried to catch our breath. Johnny liked to doze for a moment before we would either pull apart or go for another round. Some days there was no break, but today we were in no rush.
I stroked Johnny’s cheek and closed my eyes.
I wanted so much to not have to ever pull away from Johnny. The ache in my chest seemed to grow when we would have to pull away from one another because someone else might see always hurt. Our relationship would have to stay behind closed doors, I knew that. But I really wished it didn’t have to.
I could hear the sounds of the morning life of the trailer park and the rumble of motorcycles.
Johnny’s head lifted as one stopped outside his trailer. He groaned and pushed himself up; he pressed a kiss to my lips before pulling out of me.
I reached for the blanket to cover myself as he pulled on the jeans Bahçeşehir Escort he had been wearing the night before.
Johnny pulled the door that separated his room from the rest of the trailer, mostly closed, but it was open enough I could hear anything said.
He pulled open the door and said, “Hey, Pa.”
“Johnny, you seen your sister?” asked Pa.
“I think she’s sleeping still.”
“She weren’t in her room.”
“Nar, she’s in mine. The brat stole my bed.” He laughed.
“That where she went. Bugging you all night, did she?”
“Nar, we watched the game, and she fell asleep. Couldn’t be assed making her go back over to your trailer.”
“Right, well…when lazy brains gets up, can you ask her to go see Red, she has something for me, and I don’t got time to go.”
I probably shouldn’t have said anything, but I couldn’t help myself. “I’m not lazy,” I yelled.
I heard Pa laugh. “Then why you still in bed?”
“Shove off.”
I heard Johnny laughing.
“Well, I’m off. You two behave; try not to get arrested.” I heard Pa’s bike start.
The door to the trailer closed, and Johnny came back into his room. He frowned at me. “You crazy?”
I shrugged.
“What if he’d come in?”
I sighed. “Then I would have stayed under the covers, where you should be.”
He smiled and crawled back onto the bed. “Is that right?”
I nodded.
Johnny kissed me as he laid down beside me. “We have stuff to do.”
I grasped him by the back of his neck and kissed him hard. I had no intention of getting out of bed just yet.
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Red was an old flame of Pa’s. They dated for a good long time before Pa had met Ma. Pa always talked about Red like she was the one that he should have married, but Red had never wanted to settle down. Planning for the future was not something she did; she liked living day to day with no worry about what would happen tomorrow.
Red was also Johnny’s boss; he worked down at her garage most days when he wasn’t doing stuff at the trailer park.
So when Johnny finally managed to get me out of bed and in the shower, we both climbed onto his bike and rode down to the garage.
Red was sitting on a large tractor wheel out the front of the shop as we pulled up. Her bright hair was tied up in a messy bun, and you could see the grease on her hands.
She waved at us. “Johnny, didn’t think you were working today?”
Johnny turned off his bike and let me climb off first. He said, “I’m not.”
“Pa sent us to collect something for him,” I added.
Red stood up. “Either way, it’s good to see you both. How is your Pa?”
I nodded. “He’s doing good. Off to Miami tomorrow.”
“Miami?” Red crossed her arms over her chest. “How long for?”
“Couple weeks,” said Johnny.
Red smirked. “I bet you two have all sorts of trouble planned.”
I chuckled. “You know it. I’m going to have a string of boys coming and going.”
Johnny frowned.
Red laughed. “Johnny, what’s the matter?”
Shaking his head, Johnny grasped me by the shoulders and pulled me back against him. “No boys.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Then no girls,” said Red.
Johnny shrugged. “I’m fine with that.”
“Anyway…” I said, “what did you have for Pa?”
Red’s smile faded. “Not something I wanted to give him, nor would I, but I thought he deserved some answers.” She turned and walked into the shop.
Johnny and I waited by the door, his hand coming up to rub my back softly. I wanted to lean into him, feel his lips press against my neck, but I stayed still.
Red came back holding a letter.
I took it from her.
She said, “Came from California.”
I flipped open the letter and read the return address. “Alison Lowe.”
I felt Johnny tense behind me. He reached over to take the letter, scrunching it slightly. “What does that bitch want?”
“Hey,” said Red, “she might be a bitch, but she is still your mother.”
Johnny scoffed. “I don’t have a mother; she ceased to exist the day she left us.” He turned, throwing the letter onto the ground and walked back over to his bike.
I watched him walk.
“Why would she write now?” I said.
Red shrugged. She moved over to pick up the letter. “I never really liked your mother, but I know that she loved your father and you kids.” She held out the letter to me.
“Lucy, let’s go!” Johnny called out. He started the bike and kicked up the stand.
I took the letter. “Thanks, Red.”
She offered me a warm smile.
I tucked the letter into my pocket and ran over to hop on Johnny’s bike. As I wrapped my arms around his waist, I realised my hands were shaking. I leant my chin on his shoulder and closed my eyes as he took off.
When I opened my eyes again, I realised Johnny wasn’t heading back home, he was heading to the cliffs. A small wooden area that sat on top of a small range of cliffs overlooking the Western Dustin Lake. It was a popular spot during the summer for picnics and dates; it was also a great place to hook up at night.
Johnny parked the bike at the end of the road. The whole area was empty and quiet, only the wind rustling the trees and the waves crashing below could be heard.
I climbed off the bike and put the letter into the storage pocket on the back of the seat before looking up to see Johnny walking over to one of the picnic tables. He sat down on the bench, ran his fingers through his hair before looking up at me.
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