Chapter three - Luke

I'm a dick, I know it and it's never more apparent than when someone's doing a shit job at actively avoiding me, like Ricky Jensen is right now.

He's got his hood up and is standing behind a telephone pole only looking over when he thinks I'm not looking and it's fucking hilarious.

"You want to scare him a little bit?" Billy chuckles, staring at Ricky and waiting for him to look over. When he does, he pales slightly, shifting on his feet and I must be going soft because I actually feel sorry for the little shit.

"Oi Ricky, here a minute." I call over and he swallows so hard, I actually see his Adam's apple bob up and down, before he's walking over to me as though he's on a funeral march.

"Fucking hell, he's bricking it." Billy flicks his fingers in and out, readying himself for a fight and Ricky's eyes bulge out of their sockets.

"H… hi." He squeaks, standing in front of me with his head down and his hands clasped in front of him like a naughty child.

"Ricky, mate, relax. We're fine." I chuckle and his eyes snap to mine in surprise at the exact moment Billy shouts "what the fuck?"

Ignoring Billy, I push up off the wall, tossing my fag on the ground and plant my hand on Ricky's scrawny little shoulder.

"Ruby's a good girl, I know you like her. She needs someone to treat her right, so we're all good mate. Relax." Giving his shoulder a squeeze, I step past him. "Oh, and stop trying to hide from me, you're shit at it anyway."

"Uh… ok." He looks like I've dropped a major bombshell on him and Billy is looking like I've taken something away from him, but it's lunchtime and I'm starving, so I ignore them both and head towards the cafeteria.

"That was kind of you." Shane falls into step beside me, Billy on his other side, muttering angrily to himself.

"Yep." I'm not sure what else to say, but they're both staring at me like they expect an explanation or something, making me wonder whether I should have just smacked Ricky to avoid the questions.

Then my phone pings and it gives me a reprieve.

Cally: I want to see you. I've come home "sick", you want to ditch and come over. X

Luke: On my way.

Cally: I'll be waiting in my room ;) X

"Right guys, I'm on a promise." I spin around, patting Shane's shoulder and heading towards my car.

*

"Oh fuck me." I hiss when I get into Cally's room, she's lying there on her bed in just red, lacy underwear, legs spread wide.

"That's why I called you." She says, biting her bottom lip and sliding a finger over her panties. "Come on big brother, get those clothes off. I've been waiting so long."

"Don't call me that." I move closer to the bed and she smirks, crawling towards me and hooking one hand in my jeans to bring me closer.

"You don't like being my big brother? Or you don't like the idea of fucking your sister?" She flicks at my button with her thumb to pop it open, then ever so slowly pulls the zip down. "You think I don't know part of the reason you're here is to piss off my dad? Hell, that's half the reason I chose you too, your mum would hate this."

"Don't talk shit." I grip her hair, stopping her just before she envelopes my cock with her mouth. "You want me here because your posho boyfriend is crap in bed."

"Yeah, that too." She sticks her tongue out, running it around the head of my cock. It feels so good, I release my hold on her and she immediately sucks me in.

"Fuck Cal." Grabbing my ass in both hands, she uses it to pull me in deeper, gagging as the tip hits the back of her throat.

"Do you like that, big brother?" She pulls away long enough to ask and then she's taking me in so deep, her nose presses against my stomach.

"Shit, yeah. Like that." I grab the frame of her bed to stop myself grabbing her head, giving her time to take the control she obviously wants. 

My balls start to tighten, I'm close and I know she likes to swallow, but I tell her anyway and feel her grin around me. One hand digging into my ass, she uses the other to massage my balls and send me spilling down her throat.

"Lie on your back." I tell her and she scoots back, spreading her legs automatically. Her eyes are impossibly dark as I climb over her and her breath quickens in anticipation, she's told me before that she doesn't come with her boyfriend, so I make sure she does a few times any time she's with me.

Running my fingers from her ankle, up her leg, her breath hitches when I come to the top of her thigh, so I bypass her panties, stroking up her stomach and the valley between her breasts until I reach her mouth. Her lips part and she nips the tip of my finger, her tongue pressing against the end of it while her eyes are fixed on mine, almost begging me to touch her.

I lower my mouth onto hers, moving my hand to her breast, pushing the bra down to release it and toying with her already hardened nipple. 

She grinds against my leg and I can already feel that she's wet.

"Oh fuck Luke." She gasps as once again, I replace my fingers with my mouth, my teeth gripping her nipple firmly while my tongue teases it. 

Grabbing one leg with my hand I push it away from me, using my hip to press the other one into the bed, opening her up for me.

"Keep them there." I growl against her nipple and she cries out her agreement huskily.

My hip still pressing her into the bed and my mouth stil working her nipple, I slide my middle finger along the edge of her panties and she shivers, goosebumps scattering across her skin. Moving the panties aside, I run my finger along her slit, she's so fucking wet, it's been a week since I last touched her and it's like she's been wet and waiting since then.

My finger slides into her easily, so I add another, pressing my thumb over her clit. She bucks her hips towards me, gasping and panting as I thrust my fingers in and out of her.

"Fuck, Luke, don't stop." She tightens around my fingers, her hands holding onto my shoulders, so I know she's close. Speeding up, she thrusts her hips matching my pace and then her whole body starts quivering, her nails dig into my shoulders almost painfully and she howls out a long "oh." 

I keep going until she relaxes beneath me, quickly sliding a condom on and capturing her lips with mine while she's still floppy and basking in ecstasy. 

"I'm going to fuck you now, Cal, ok?" I murmur into her ear and she grunts her agreement. Lifting her pelvis to rock against me, making it easy for me to slip inside.

"Oh god, Luke." She raises her hands above her head, grabbing the headrest as I thrust inside her. She's already tight and I'm not sure if it's from the previous orgasm, or a second, but I'm not going to waste it, grabbing her legs I push them towards her chest, hitting that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back 

She bites down on her bottom lip to stop herself crying out again, but that's what I want, so, I speed up, long, fast thrusts that make the bed bang against the wall.

"Fuck, I'm coming. I'm coming." She screams, her body shaking underneath me again. 

I'm so fucking pleased, but I don't let up, pushing one leg down to the bed, I slide the other up over my shoulder and push in deeper.

"Oh, oh, fuck, oh, shit, Luke, fuck." She pulses around me, her whole body a tense quivering mess and I feel my release closing in. 

Gripping her hips hard, I thrust deeply inside her once more before exploding inside the condom, she's still shaking when I pull out and drop down on the bed beside her, exhausted and satisfied.

We lie there side by side, panting while we recover when her phone rings from beside the bed. She picks it up then glances my way, pressing her finger to her lips to tell me to be quiet.

"Hi babe, yeah, I just felt a little sick." She says and I know it's the posho boyfriend calling her. "Yeah, I'm just in bed now. I'm sorry I didn't tell you first."

I inch up behind her, kissing her shoulder. She pushes me back, but stretches her neck for me, gripping my shirt to hold me in place while I nibble the skin just below her ear.

"I know, I'm sorry you were waiting at lunch, I told Connie to tell you." I run my hand over her hip, pulling her leg back over me and sliding my finger between her legs and stroking small circles around her clit. She flicks her eyes at me in warning, the voice in the phone still going on.

"You want me to stop?" I whisper, stopping my movements but keeping my hand between her legs. She stares at me, the indecision clear, so I shift positions, settling my head between her legs.

Her eyes go wide and she hasn't realised the voice in her ear is calling her name.

"Do you want this?" I whisper, pressing a kiss between her legs.

"Yes?" She finally says into the phone, but she's looking directly at me and nods, I hold her panties aside, finding her clit with my tongue. I don't do this often, but it's worth it to see her trying not to react while her boyfriend is obviously having a go at her on the phone.

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find the right spot and flicking my tongue faster. 

"Oh… uh… babe, I need to go. Can… oh… can I call you back?" Her free hand grabs my hair and she grinds against my face, but the boyfriend is still talking. "Yes. No. I'm fine. You don't need to come over."

She's getting close and I take it as a challenge to see if I can get her to come before she manages to end the call.

"B… babe. Oh… oh…" She bites down on her lip and squeezes her eyes shut. "Ok, ok, see you soon. Oh my…"

She hits a button on the phone, dropping it on the bed and grabbing the bedsheets with both hands as her orgasm rips through her, her mouth opens but no sound comes out, her insides almost breaking my fingers they grip me so hard.

"You asshole." She chuckles, rolling over to kiss me as I drop into the bed beside her. "Now he's on his way over and he's going to want to have sex. I've not got the energy to fake it."

"Then don't. He might get better then." We hear a car roll over the stones outside and she sits up, grabbing a dress from her wardrobe and slipping it over her head.

"Come on, get dressed." I pull on my boxers and trousers, doing them up just as the doorbell rings.

She quickly makes the bed and I open the window to get rid of the smell of sex, then follow her downstairs and to the front door, standing outside is a guy in the Carlton Academy uniform, his black hair combed neatly to one side.

"Hi babe." He pulls her towards him for a kiss, his hand slipping under the back of her skirt. "Oh, you're so ready for me. I saw another car outside, is anyone home?"

I clear my throat and the guy's eyes flick up to me over her shoulder, narrowing as he takes me in.

"Uh… babe, this is Luke, Shirley's son." Cally steps back and gestures at me, but before she can introduce him, he's pushing past her and holding out his hand.

"Colin Rushton. Cally's boyfriend, I've heard so much about you." He says, then, as if he's trying to intimidate me, he presses down hard on my hand and attempts to rotate my hand so his is on top of mine.

"Same. I came over to see if mum was around, but ended up giving Cally a hand instead." With as friendly a smile as I'm capable of, I give his hand enough of a squeeze to make him wince a little before releasing it, amused by the knowledge that the hand he's holding was knuckle deep inside his girlfriend a few moments ago. 

"Well…" Colin bristles, dropping my hand and gesturing to the room. "Since your mum's not here, maybe you can let me look after my girlfriend, she's come home sick from school, so I should really get her to bed. We can pass on a message to Shirley if you like?"

"Nah, that's fine. I'll give her a ring later." I say, pulling Cally into a tight hug. "See you Cal, drop me a text if you need to come again."

"Bye big brother. Thanks for your help today." She grins at me and steps away, Colin immediately linking his hand with hers and tugging her beside him.

"I really need to be in you. How long until your parents get home?" I hear Colin say as he shuts the door behind me and I chuckle to myself. Checking the time and heading home for a shower before I need to be at Aurora's for quiz night.