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
ChuckHave you ever stopped to wonder if you let life pass you by? I've had thirteen years to wonder about that. I thought I wanted freedom. I thought I wanted to be single. But what do I have to show for it? A big, fat zero. I thought the world was my oyster back then. I rode the waves of freedom, going everywhere and doing everything I ever wanted. But it seems so hollow now, looking back on it.Before I left, I had used some of our savings to buy a bike. I didn't take all of it, I'm not that big of a jerk. I knew without me around it would be hard on her, so I left some back-up money for Roberta. There, I said her name. I had ignored it and them for so long, that I convinced myself I had forgotten. I made myself into a different man. One she wouldn't recognize.I wanted to be unshackled. As soon as we started having kids, I felt a big noose around my neck, tightening. Roberta would never have understood. She adored them. I knew they were in good hands.I stashed the bike at a frien
BrodyI have today off because I was supposed to be moving. Instead, I'm at Oscar's place. It's a total bachelor pad with minimal furniture and dirty dishes all over the counter. I bet his mom comes over tomorrow to clean for him. Why even move out? Oh, yeah, because he was a total fuck boy. No, seriously, he fucks anything with a vagina. Tall, skinny, fluffy, short, it made no difference to Oscar. He has a different girl several nights a week. Sometimes he would do a double dip with one girl, but never more than that. They get clingy, he said. I think he was like because his mother puts so much pressure on him to settle down with one girl and give her grandbabbies. He wasn't ready for that. I wasn't sure he ever would be.I woke up at my usual time and went to the gym. I came here straight after because I didn't want to hang at the house with Kylie there. I'd kissed her last night, willingly, and I'd do it again if I had the chance, so I needed to stay away. I had actually woken Osca
Kylie"I'm going to bury my face in your sweet cunt now, is that okay with you?" Brody asked in the huskiest voice I'd ever heard from him.I was burning up. His rough hands were on me, and he wanted to put his face between my legs. Can I get a big hell yeah?"Please, Brody. Don't stop." I whined. He kept his eyes on my face while he lowered his head."Such a brat," he said, just before he swiped his tongue across my folds. I kept myself propped up on my elbows, so I could watch him. I gasped when I first felt his tongue, hot and warm on my flesh. His beard was scratchy against the sensitive skin down there. He parted me with his thumbs and delved further. That was amazing. It felt like a form of worship. He was taking his time tasting me, like my pussy was the finest chocolate. I threw my head back and moaned loudly."Eyes on me," he demanded, his voice rough. My eyes zeroed in on his. He's so dominant. I was totally here for that.He was avoiding my clit. The hard little nub was begg
BrodyI walked into the bathroom to wash my face as Kylie had suggested. I liked her smell on me, but we didn't live alone. I had to be respectful of Moe’s house and his daughter. I had never brought girls here before, anyway, so he would suspect something before I got a chance to tell him. I ran through my mind about what I would say. My hard-on was quickly disappearing, so that was a plus.Man, I wanted that girl. What would we do if Moe said no? Everyone seemed to think he'd be cool with it, Me wanting his only child in my bed and on my dick. She had was my step-sister. Had been for years. Wasn't that supposed to be taboo? It wasn't going to be some vanilla relationship either. Neither of us seemed to want that. I wasn't surprised that Kylie might be into some of the darker stuff that I'd always been interested in myself. I mean look at our parents and Brandt and Honey. But would Moe want that for his child? I didn't know, and I felt a touch of panic about the conversation we needed
KylieIt's Monday and I'm back at work, floating on cloud nine. Yesterday was fantastic. My dad said yes! That thought kept rattling around in my head. Not that I thought he would say no about a relationship between me and Brody, but we didn't have to hide anything now. We were going to be a couple. Dating, I guess? Brody and I hadn't talked about the details of going forward. I knew that I wanted him, and he wanted me. For now, that was enough. I couldn't keep my head in the clouds though, the store was too busy for that. If I had thought for a second that we might be slow on a Monday, I would have been wrong.I was still working behind the hot food counter. Pre-made breakfast burritos, eggs, bacon, and chorizo, all lined the case. Conchas and other sweet breads were also available. They make their own tortillas here, both corn and flour that they sell by the dozens. After the lunch rush, I'm going to learn how to make tamales for the special tomorrow. With the amazing food here, I mi
AnalieseI'm leaving the house again. It's nearly summer and the days are getting hotter. It's only eighty-six degrees, but the humidity is a killer, making it feel like ninety-six. I went to Las Vegas once and the heat of one hundred and one was easier to bear because there was no humidity. I also heard that you would die faster of dehydration because you don't notice the heat as much for that reason. I always keep my hair up and off my neck. I hate the stickiness of it sticking to my neck, but while in Vegas, I kept it down. There, it was the opposite of here. Maybe the intense heat licked away the sweat before it settled? I didn't analyze it that hard. Still, this was home. I had to get acquainted with my environment again. I could do this. I had to be strong.We went the opposite way today, as the Mercado was on the other side of our neighborhood from the direction we had gone yesterday towards Oscar's apartment. I was fine with that because I wasn't sure what had triggered me yes
OscarI loved reading Analiese's words. I liked knowing what she was thinking, so that I could think of ways to help her. At first, I felt bad about taking her out so soon and causing her to have a panic attack. Then I realized it needed to be done. We needed to know what would manifest from her trauma. Now we knew that she might panic and have dark thoughts, but she could get through them. And then we would talk through them.And best of all, she let me kiss her. Multiple times. It wasn't everything, but it was a step to letting me know the healing had begun. She never addressed her hardened nip9ples, but she was aroused at the park. I was elated. Not because I was having a hard time waiting for her, but because her mind was expanding past the trauma she had suffered. Was it weird to say that I think the panic attack had done some good? She got past her fear and anxiety of leaving the house and she survived. She was stronger because of it.Brody called today too. He heard of the thin
AnalieseOn the third day, when I woke up, I didn't call (or knock) for Oscar right away. I needed to be the adult that I was and start figuring things out for myself. My family needed to realize that I was going to be okay. And I was going to be okay. I decided to start today. I went to the bathroom to do my business. I even jumped into the shower and that's where Oscar found me."Good morning, baby," he said from behind the curtain. He'd been so respectful of me and almost clinical. Not touching me in any way that could be construed as sexua8l. Don't get me wrong, he was loving, but his touches didn't linger. His eyes didn't light up with lust. I felt about about that. I didn't want him to suppress that side of himself, at least not around me. The side of myself that wanted his attention on my body, warred with my mind that said, nope, not today."Good morning," I chirped back.What!??I threw back the curtain and stared at Oscar. I spoke!I tried again."I love you," it was the fir
AnalieseI woke up in increments. My eyelids fluttered, but I kept them closed. I listened to the sounds in the room, then the sounds in the house. Everything was so quiet. I had no idea what time it was, but I had a feeling it was late morning from the way the sun slanted through my curtains. I know I went to bed with Oscar last night, but he isn't here now. I knew without touching his side of the bed that he was already up. I also knew that he hadn't gone far. He'd want to be here when I woke up.My parents probably went to work and that was fine with me. I didn't want to see the sadness and looks of pity they kept throwing me. Oscar, on the other hand, kept me present and moving forward. He talked to me last night like I was a person and not a thing to feel sorry for. I will be eternally grateful for him being constant and not letting me wallow. Which would be so easy to do. He asked me what I wanted and needed. Could there be anything better in a partner? I couldn't think of anyth
BillI listened at the doorway while Oscar spoke to Analiese. I'm pretty sure he knew I was there. Anyway, the door was open, so he had to know that anyone could hear what they were saying - or what he was saying. He translated everything, being clear and concise with his words and her reactions to what he was saying. I was actually pretty proud of him for proding her. She wasn't comfortable with me right now, and that hurt. I struggled with it at first, but Gloria told me that she was ashamed. My baby had nothing to be ashamed of. They call women the weaker se9x for a reason - and it wasn't for women to get pissed about. It was a fact. Most men were bigger and stronger. Most women couldn't fight them off. Facts. Unfortunately, some very evil men had used that strength against her. I didn't blame her for that. I blamed myself. I think we all did.Every single man that went on the rescue mission was pissed as fuc9k. Some of us were able to take out that rage on the men who had orchestr
OscarWhen we arrived at their house, Bill made himself scarce. Again, I was surprised, but Gloria said Ana needed a bath and I guess Bill didn't want to be a part of that. It definitely would have been awkward for him to hang around for bath time.I followed Gloria down the hallway to the bathroom. As she started filling the tub with warm water, she chattered to Ana as she did so, as if Ana was going to speak back to her. It was probably the best strategy, acting as if everything was okay, when nothing was. Can you imagine another scenario where Ana's mom and I would be in the bathroom together, with Ana between us? No? Right, me neither. I didn't dwell on the awkward situation, though. I just waited patiently, with Ana in my arms. The bathroom started to get warm as I leaned against the wall. It had been a hard, strenuous day and my strength was lagging. I guess I need to work on my stamina at the gym from now on.When the tub was full enough for Gloria, she indicated for me to put
OscarWe had to carry Edgar to the cars. It was only about half a mile, but it was a real pain in the as8s. He had broken his leg when he fell over the wall and though none of us wanted to touch him, we did. We grabbed his arms and uninjured leg and lugged his annoying as9s. Brody or I could have carried him in a fireman's hold, but I didn't want him touching any part of me. I don't think the other guys did either. He was evil personified, and it was bad enough just touching one of his limbs.We threw him in the trunk and oh, shi8t...."Hey Moe. To make it believable that he left on his own, we should take his car too," I blurted out as soon as I thought of it.Surprise flashed across Moe's face. There were nine of us, but not one of us had thought of that little fact. We had been kinda busy planning a rescue, cleaning a crime scene and whatnot, right?"Where are his keys?" Moe asked the group, in his usual no-nonsense manner. We almost fu8cked up but we could fix it.."We emptied his
AnalieseRescue. It was a foggy thought in the back of my mind where I was hidden like a game of peek-a-boo. Now you see me, now you don't.I heard gunfire and I knew the guys were here, finally. My brain woke up a little, but then the sounds of wood breaking and thuds from the hallway reverberated in my ears. I let myself slip away again as I lay perfectly still. I knew things were happening in the house, but I was lost in a corner of my mind again. Where I was safe. I didn't react when the door of the room we were in thundered open. A dull thud as something hit the floor and more gunfire. Another thud. Voices. Was someone speaking to me? It didn't matter. I wasn't really present. I didn't want to be.I slipped away again when the metal of the cage I was in rattled. The lock was disengaged. Someone was nearby. I knew it, but I couldn't bring myself to wonder who it was. If it was those mean men again, I needed to stay hidden in my mind. I had been violated, and I wouldn't survive if
OscarMoe was in the zone. His only child was in that room unconscious, but he had tucked that into a corner of his mind so that we could finish the mission. I had to do that too. Compartmentalize, I think it was called. I tucked Ana into a corner of my mind, even though it caused my heart to constrict. I had to listen to the instructions that would keep us all free men. We were never here. Neither were Kylie or Analiese.I told myself that but then my mind started to wander. I snapped out of it when he asked how many bodies were downstairs. I gave him my account and tried to stay present. It was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. I just wanted to get back to Ana. I never wanted to let her go again.Moe gave everyone instructions, even me. Brody and I were to get the girls and take them downstairs to wait for Stern to come with the truck. Others were working on clean-up. I tossed out that I had touched the garage door downstairs and the locks on the back door. Bill nodded. I wat