BrodyKylie is late. I arrived at the restaurant early, of course. I picked a place that serves breakfast all day because I know Kylie likes it. I was waiting around fifteen minutes when she popped out of a car and bounded up the sidewalk. I saw through the car window that a young woman had dropped her off. Probably Analiese, but I can't be sure from this angle. Anyway, now sure it wasn't a man, my eyes are all over Kylie. She's wearing some athletic type pants that show all her curves and a short shirt that will show the skin of her abdomen if she lifts her arms. Her hairstyle makes her look younger than her age. Did she dress like that to piss me off? I don't wonder long because then she's in front of me.I had ordered her a coke because I know what she likes. I've paid attention to her long enough, but it will probably be flat as the ice has started melting. She takes a seat in front of me, and before I can say a word about her apparel, the waitress comes over."Are you ready to ord
KylieI pushed him too far. I had to fix this and fast. Not thinking about repercussions, I took one last slurp of coke and raced after him. His long legs ate up the sidewalk and I had to do double time to reach him before he got in his truck. It was a lifted Ford F-350 King Ranch and it suited him. From the gray-blue paint, to the 37's on his chrome rims. More chrome shined on his fender and accents like the door handles. I could see it was clean as a whistle with leather seats, and I'll bet it ran smooth as butter.I guess I'm going to find out. Get in the truck. He said it gruffly like the words were torn from his soul. I would have given a lot to know what was going through his head. Back there, he couldn't get away from me fast enough. He never even looked back. Then, suddenly, I'm sitting next to him and he's not saying a word. I want to know where he's taking me, but I don't dare ask for fear he might come to his senses and tell me to get out.I know enough about the layout of t
KylieToday was the day I went home. I called Dad yesterday during a break at the store to tell him I was here and staying with Analiese. I didn't mention how long I'd been here, just that I came early and was staying with her for a few days to catch up on old times since he wasn't expecting me yet. He took it well. He treats me like the adult I am, unlike my mother. Gwen acted like I was perpetually ten years old. Blah. I didn't mention to Dad the trip to the club and seeing Brody there. I am positive he doesn't see me as that kind of adult. LOL. But I did tell him I had a job already at the store at Brody's suggestion.My bags were packed and back in my car. I told Analiese goodbye last night since I had to get up so early for work. I'll be done by three, which is in fifteen minutes, since I come in at six. Then I'll head straight to the thier house. Maybe I'll have time to unpack my car before Dad and Roberta get home from work. My
BrodyToday was my day off. I got up late, threw some laundry in to wash, then played online with Oscar and some of my other (online only) friends before he had to go to work. Then I went to the grocery store. Yes, the very one that Kylie works at now, because I'm a glutton for punishment. The little bell at the top of the door rang when I walked inside, same as it had for the last six years or so that I'd been friends with Oscar. Mr. Rodriguez was at the register like always. Some things never change."Hola, Brody! Come to check on your amiga?" He said it like he knew I had a thing for her. He's just guessing, right?"Si, senior. How is she doing? Not embarassing me I hope?" Because this could turn out to be a disaster. But I really hope not."La Nina is a very hard worker. Mi esposa esta muy feliz." If his wife is happy, then everyone is happy. Hot damn, what a relief.I grinned at him. Ever since I took Spanish in high school, Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez would speak to me in short, easy
Kylie"What the hell is this, Kylie?" Brody practically shouted. I shrugged."I found it on the windshield of my car when I left work today. I was going to show it to Dad when he gets home." I'm not stupid, someone needs to know about it besides me."Did you tell Mr. R.?" He asks accusingly."No. I didn't want to make a big deal out of it." I wheedled."It is a big deal, Kylie. I'm calling him right now. He's got cameras out front." I narrowed my eyes at him. I knew he was going to make a big deal of it."I need that job, Brody. You're going to get me fired." He turns back to the house and I follow, making sure my car is locked up tight."You didn't do anything to get fired. He won't mind. He'll be happy to help".I wasn't so sure about that, but Brody was going to do what he was going to do.He continued, speaking over his shoulder as we went through the door, "You should have told him before you left. This note sounds ominous."Well, duh.Brody went to his room where I assume he left
BrodyWhen I left Kylie’s room, I felt like sh8it. She was always full of questions and had the boldness to ask them. I should have been better prepared, but I wasn’t, at least not for that question. I didn’t want to answer because I didn’t want her judgment. I know how I felt when she slept with her boyfriend. I didn’t want her to know my truth, so I told her I wouldn’t answer. It was cowardice, I know. I'll tell her eventually, maybe.Remembering her surprising answer to my question came to my mind. She’d only been with three guys. I imagined that number would be double or even tripled. Not because I thought she was a who8re but because she’s so beautiful. She takes my breath away. I’m sure plenty of other men think the same. So, couple that with her banging body, and yeah, that girl had options. She’s twenty-one and was in college for two years. I mean I’m dumbfounded but happy that she doesn't have as much experience as I expected her to. That probably makes me a chauvinist or some
BrodyI recovered from my shock quickly. I stood up and handed Danny to Kylie who had come further into the room. I stalked to the door and pushed Chuck back onto the porch. I was pissed. This man left my mom, Honey and me when I was six. We never heard from him again. I might have been a little kid, but I understood enough to know my mom was hurting when he left. I couldn't figure out why a dad would leave. I still can't figure it out.Sh8it. I heard another motorcycle roaring down the road and I knew this was going to turn into a real sh8it show."Fu8ck." I said and ran my fingers through my hair. Moe was a calm guy, but he knew what Chuck had done to all of us. I wasn't sure what the fu8ck would happen now.Then the next worst thing that could happen, did. Mom and Honey came out on the porch. I guess Kylie told them Chuck was out here. How did she know who he was? Did Chuck say something to her out in the yard? I looked around the neighborhood. Basically, if you want to be entertain
KylieIt was good to be home, surrounded by my family. I'd always felt more at home here than back in NC with mom. In this cozy home full of love. I never had cozy with my mom. I never felt the warm and fuzzies like I do now, with them. With the drama over, I finally got to hug my dad. He squeezed me so tight that I moaned. Man, I missed him and his hugs. Why had I avoided him for so long? He kissed my forehead and kept his arm around me."Good to see you, kiddo. I'm glad you're home." Yep. My dad was awesome."It's good to be home, daddy. That was a surprise, huh?" He knew I was referring to Chuck arriving out of the blue."Yeah, that was something. I need to speak to Roberta." I nodded and he let me go. Dad always put her first. I loved that about him. I mean us kids were a top priority but he worked everything out with her and then dealt with us. I wanted that. I man I could talk to and work through this life with. I watched him as he went over to whisper in her ear, and they left t
AnalieseWhen I woke, I was sore everywhere, it seemed. I flipped on my stomach and pushed myself off the bed. When I went to the bathroom, I stood over the toilet, not even trying to sit down. That was only ten licks. He had promised twenty, and I had a feeling he would deliver the rest. I had requested the riding crop next, and I wasn't looking forward to it at the moment.Then I thought about all the things he did as a whole, and I was ready to go find him. He'd denied me orgasms so far. I was hoping for a final result with fireworks at the end. My throat was sore, my as8s was sore. If he fu8cked me that hard again, my pus8sy would be sore - I did feel a slight twinge - but it was nothing compared to the other pain. It wasn't even noon yet.I wasn't complaining, however. I had gotten so wet, so hot and bothered while he spanked me that my pu8sy was quivering by the time he slid inside me. I would have orgas8med in just a few more strokes. I didn't want Oscar to know that I was enjo
OscarI wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.Nope. Stop thinking about it. I didn't want to risk getting angry again. I was interested in what she and Mindy had to say to one another, but that could wait. I would scold her while she received her punishment. She needed a good dressing down. I worried about her the whole time she was gone. I got enough shi8t going on not to
MindyThere was a knock at the door. It was only eight in the morning. I didn't usually have visitors knock so early, so it was curious. I was an early riser, a thing that drove Dylan crazy. He hated getting up early and usually worked a second or third shift so he could sleep in. He never came home last night, which was also curious. I wondered if this had something to do with that.An ominous feeling fell over me. It sucked because I was on a serious high after my night with the guys. It had been wonderful, and it made me examine why I had put up with Dylan for all these years. Kent and J.J. were seriously good lovers without the bent of cruelty that Dylan had. It was a revelation really. I didn't feel used or abused or taken for granted this morning. I'd felt delighted.I looked out the peephole with a bit of shock. Analiese. She was a bit older, but exactly how I remember her from high school. I was going to get some bad news, I just knew it. I opened the door to face my fate."He
OscarAna made some valid points. She wanted to be informed about things going on in her own life. I get that. Not many people like to be left in the dark, especially when it pertains to their own lives. I had my reasons for not giving her the plan, mostly because I didn't want her inside freaking out about what was going on outside. I didn't have time to get her out of here, not when I thought Dylan might be out there watching.I didn't want to wait until dinner. I lied a bit when I said I was calling Moe. I needed to ask Bill to look around the house and see if he finds any indication that someone had been looking in the windows at her old house. I don't think this is the first time Dylan has done something like this. I need information to move forward.It was one of the days that Bill decided to work from home. He went outside immediately when I explained the situation. He remembered Dylan from the high school days and knew that something had happened to break them up. I had explai
AnalieseThere is a war going on inside me. First, I want to be strong. I am strong. I've gotten through to the other side of what could have been a tragedy in my life. The second part, I needed help to get there. Oscar was there for me every step of the way. I no longer sit around moping, thinking why me? I moved forward towards the goal of being myself again. So then, I'm strong again. A continuous and seemingly endless circle.Where would I be if he hadn't called me that first night in the car after our rescue? I shudder to think that I would be lying around my house, depressed and alone. With no hope. What is worse than living without hope? Nothing. Those without hope struggle to live, to move on and recover. They often use violence against themselves. They become addicts to escape. They may even contemplate death. I cringe. I'd never been down that road in my mind before and shied away from its implications.Oscar didn't talk about it with me last night, but I know Dylan was afte
MindyDylan left after he showered. I didn't expect him home anytime soon. When he says he'll be late, it's always true. I'm surprised that he actually left me alone. He's never had me entertain the guys without him supervising and directing the action. He's definitely the dominant personality of their trio. I was wondering how Kent and J.J. would act without Dylan here while I made dinner for one. I knew Dylan would get something to eat while he was out. It was his M.O.Because I knew him so well, I also knew he stepped out on me occasionally. I used to let it bother me, but once I realized he was never going to marry me, I let my heart grow cold for him. Now we are basically nothing more than friends with benefits. Roommates who fu8cked. He would call me his submissive. And while I was submissive to him, I didn't really like that title. I liked to say we were fuc8k buddies. Anyway, I'd taken up messing around with other men too. So I guess you could say we are even.I don't flaunt my
Dylan (POV by request)Warning: Degradation and Humiliation Kink That May Be Disturbing for Some Readers.As soon as Mindy came home from work, I pulled her inside and threw her over the back of the couch. I shoved her dress up and pulled her thong aside. My di8ck had been hard all day from seeing Analiese. She was so pretty and innocent looking. I'd been so close to fu8cking her back in high school. I put in all the work, then she found out about me and Mindy. To top it off, Oscar got involved, and it was game over for me with Ana. I've been pretty resentful ever since.Mindy had only been a toy to pass time with back then. I needed to fu8ck and Mindy liked to spread her legs. Next thing I knew, we had moved in together. She was no innocent. Not like Ana. I know I would have been her first, if I had just been more discreet. Fuc8ing Mindy behind the bleachers was a colossal mistake. It had been Mindy's idea. She loves public se8x even to this day. But Mindy was a who8re. She had fuc8ke
OscarI watched her fine ass walk away from me and I sighed. Now was not the time to get hard. I used my imagination anyway. Ana would go to the bedroom and get naked. Her beautiful body would be bare in a few moments, and I was stuck out here with this douche8bag. I looked down at him when he moaned. He'd be awake soon. My neighbors didn't seem to notice the fight, but they will notice the cops milling around soon. I hear the sirens stop wailing as they pull along the street outside the gate.I told Ana the story I would tell the cops. She was smart enough to follow my lead. The story was mostly true, I just happened to be outside waiting for the sick fu8ck instead of inside with Ana. Dylan's fingerprints were on the window and screen if the cops bothered to check. I knew they would haul him away tonight. I just hope it was enough to keep him in jail a little while. Trespassing by itself probably wasn't going to do it. I hope they got him for breaking and entering, even though he nev
AnalieseCoco hears something. I look up from my phone when I see her ears co8ck to the side. I'm sitting on the couch playing a game on my phone, trying to distract myself from the fact that Oscar isn't home yet. I'm not scared or anything. I've talked with my mom and Kylie. I figured it was a good time to do those things while Oscar was out.Kylie seems to be doing well. She told me that Brody was out as well, so I told her that they guys were most likely together, planning something against Dylan. We discussed what we thought they might do. Knowing they had killed before and recently, probably crossed both of our minds, but we didn't discuss that. It wouldn't be wise, obviously, and it was too fresh. And I hated that all those good men, including my own father, were in on something like that. I had not even talked to Oscar about it. I would one day, but sometime in the future. I didn't want the details just yet. It was enough to know that those thugs would never hurt anyone else ag