The Order of Things (pm first please)

OOC: so i'm not sure where exactly this should head. Looking for a female character with issues and problems to have an unexpected romance with. Open to other ideas as well. An incest and/or rough sex type thing wouldn't be out of line.


IC:

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Michael Taylor wasn't exactly in the best place with his life. He'd spent the last five years of his life in a relationship with a wonderful woman, but in spite of how great she was, she still drove him nuts and after their last screaming match they had called it quits. He had just finished moving his few possessions out of their old house and into the tiny apartment he'd found. He could barely afford it on his coffeehouse wages.

His weed and booze habits didn't help the fiscal situation much either, but he got by. When he wasn't working at the coffeeshop he busked downtown streetcorners, singing the blues and playing a beat up acoustic guitar, and scrounged enough cash to forget what ailed him for another night.

At 27 years old, he'd thought he would have been in a better place. At least have a career figured out. Something. But not yet. Not today. Not tonight. Tonight all he had was a sack of weed and enough cash left over for a half dozen pints of pilsner at his local pub. He chained his bicycle to a post, adjusted the guitar he carried on his back, and went on inside to see who might be around this chilly evening.

Hailey Hallmann shifted slightly, her slender body curled up next to her partners larger body as he spooned her, with her head resting almost serenely on his left arm, while his right arm was securely wrapped around her waist. The tips of her yellow and orange dyed bangs stuck out from the black hoodie she was wearing, the hood itself pulled as far over her head as possible to the point it shadowed her face, blocking out the morning sunlight filtering through the window.

But as the sun raised higher in the sky, the beams of light eventually shined directly into her eyes and, always a light sleeper, she finally stirred awake barely remembering how she ended up on the sofa with this guy. Thankfully, she recognized the house immediately and realized she hadn't ended up in some strangers home for a one night stand.

Not that she ever did one night stands or regularly wake up in strange places but just because of the way she carried herself, or dressed or acted, it gave that impression. One she hated, but rarely worked against.

Without wanting to disturb her partner, Haily pulled his meaty arm off of her waist and tried to stealthily snake her body out from underneath his grasp, rolling off of the sofa and plopping onto the floor with a dead thud. "Mrmmm don't leave sweetheart," the man grunted, still mostly asleep but suddenly feeling a cold chill where her warm body once was. Almost adding a crudely sexual punctuation to his statement, his hand pawed at his own boxers and his package underneath.

Hailey turned away and rose to her feet, finding him far less desirable in the light of day then in the dark of night.

Nonchalantly she walked over to the coffeetable and opened the mans wallet but only took out a fifty, enough money to purchase a bus pass and some basic groceries when she planned on coming back that evening or preferably later.

It was Thursday and as she not so delicately packed her personal steamer and a case of burned CD's marked for sale into a gym bag, she headed out the door while checking her cell phone. It was already halfway through the afternoon and her guitarist hadn't called her yet to confirm he'd show up. Grunting to herself as she walked to the bus stop, she thumbed in the numbers to call him, wondering if he even was awake by now.

Ten minutes later the bus had arrived, and she was screaming on the phone.

Five more minutes later and she was walking the rest of the way to the pub, trekking across town as she chugged a bottle of water to hydrate herself and moisten her lips and throat as she walked across this backwaters downtown. Once again proving the perpetual unreliability of everyone that she seemed to trust, her guitarist was going to pass up the opportunity of a live performance so he could watch the UFC live tonight.

Goodness forbid he couldn't download it and watch it the next morning.

As she entered the bar, her eyes immediately drifted to the stage where she saw the setup for two bandmembers and immediately noticed the bar manager giving her a dead stare as he set up a sign in basic black lettering advertising tonights live performance of Hailey Hallmann on vocals and Ian Kirchner on guitar. Immediately reading the disappointment and frustration on her face, the bar manager shook his head.

"I give you a weeks notice and fifty dollars up front and you show up without a guitarist?" he asked, laying a hand on her shoulder and pulling her aside, out of earshot of the patrons.

Her eyes googled as she looked up at him, shocked that he would even touch her with his grubby hands. Defiantly, she shrugged his hand off and gave him a grimace. "I don't need your money," she spat back. "And it's not my fault you guys are unreliable," she added. "I can sing by myself, I don't need him or anyone."

"No young lady," he said, taking on the chastising tone of a stern parent as he talked down to her in a manner she detested. "It's your fault that you place your trust in untrustworthy people. What good is your honesty if you can't hold others to it? The advertising isn't for a singer, it's for a guitar too," he said, checking his watch. "You have two hours to drag his lazy ass in here or get someone else. If not, I'm calling my nephew and his friends. Their band is shit but at least they're reliable."

She frowned at the thought of getting bumped off by some snot nosed fifteen year old and his prepubescent friends but as she tried to find a response, realized she had none. She could try calling Ian again, but she already knew he'd be too stupidly embarrassed to contradict himself now that he made his mind, and she wasn't going to cry to him to get him to come. She had enough sense of self worth to not do that.

Then, as if it was fated, for some reason her gaze was drawn to the front door, almost anticipating something was going to happen and a moment later she saw a man with a beat up acoustic guitar strapped to his back step inside.

Maybe the bar manager was right. She put her trust and friendship in the wrong people. Maybe taking a random stab in the dark was a better idea. "Hey... you," she said producing a single worn fifty dollar bill. Getting kicked off the bus and not being able to buy a pass might've paid off since she still had the money. "Fifty bucks if you play with me tonight," she said, propositioning him right then and there without even saying hello.

Instead she tried to turn on the simple homely charm, angling her head slightly down so she could look up at him with her bright hazel eyes and a soft pearly smile crossing her fair skinned face. "Pleeeease?" she added, her voice taking on a sheepish, innocent tone.

Mikey wasn't really sure what to make of this girl waving money in his face and begging him to play guitar with her. This kind of thing had never really happened to him before.

He sure could use fifty bucks, but at the same time, who the hell was this chick? "Umm, okay, hang on a minute," he said, placing his hand on hers and lowering it, but not taking thrle money. "Let me get my beer and we can talk about it." He set his guitar on the floor next to his barstool. He noticed the signage about this evening's musical entertainment. "You must be Hailey. And I guess Ian isn't gonna make it?"

A moment later, the barkeep had Mikey's beer sitting in front of him. Mikey tossed him a five dollar bill and took a long drink. A moment later he was lighting a cigarette, taking a deep drag qnd blowing smoke towards the ceiling.

"So come on, sit down," he said, smiling at her. "I'm really not that good on the guitar anyways. But we can go out to the back patio if you really want to hear how I play," he said. He'd been playing downtown streetcorners all day and his fingers hurt like hell, but he knew a good opportunity when he saw one.

She slid her hands into the pockets of her hoodie and followed him to the back patio. As soon as he said he wasn't that good, she earnestly started to wonder if he wasn't just being humble, but actually honest. Certainly his smoking and drinking, even if it was only beer, wasn't improving her image. On the other hand, she didn't mind alcohol either just not before a performance, as for smoking.

Well it was weed or nothing else.

As they headed into the back patio, Hailey glanced back and saw Mikey already close the door behind them. Taking a deep breath, and looking a lot more nervous then he apparently was for his impromptu audition, she took several steps back to give him some space as well as avoid the smell of the tobacco still hanging in the air and took on a more professional tone to her voice. "Yes Ian won't be showing up. I guess they wanted more then a singer, so it's either you or nothing," she said, figuring if he was only halfway decent, they could at least chug out a few songs before they were done. But right now, she was just hoping he wasn't a lost cause in the guitar department.

"I'm ready when you are... or sooner actually," she added with a smirk, finding her tacked on joke fall dead upon its utterance.

Mikey took one last drag on his smoke and snuffed it out in an ashtray. Another drink of his beer as he unzipped the black nylon carrying case and pulled out the beat up old Taylor acoustic guitar. He produced a guitar pick seemingly out of thin air and sat down on a bench, guitar in his lap.

He lay a finger just barely across the strings and then with the pick swiped across them, producing the high pitches of each strings' harmonic notes. He adjusted a nob at the head of the guitar, retuning a string just a wee bit, before he tapped four times against the wooden body of the guitar with the pick and proceeded to do an old-school blues lead-in and then fell perfectly into the rhythm of the tune. He interspersed fills and licks inside the staccato beat and tapped his black leather cowboy boots againt the wooden planks.

"C'mon girl, don't be shy," he said, his voice seemingly much more gravelly, deep, and old. "Sing-a-me a little blues lullaby."

Hailey frowned slightly at this older dude, even if lightheartedly, telling her to stop being shy. That was one thing she rarely was, at least when music was involved. Introverted and paranoid perhaps, but not... shy. What she was doing was taking a moment trying to think of a song that could fit the mellow blues tempo he was currently playing. Blues was a genre of music she only had some familiarization with, thinking herself more of a wannabe post modern rock girl.

And she'd never actually sung any Blues before people before, only heard the songs on those rare occassions when someone like Eric Clapton or Bob Dylan or some other rock legend would tackle them, not the actual classical Blues musicians. As she sifted through the dozens of Blues songs she swore she heard before, trying to burn scattered lyrics to memory, until finally a fitting song came to mind. She could only hope she could remember enough of the lyrics to make this a decent audition and that he could adapt to her like she had to adapt on the fly singing the Blues.

She closed her eyes, and started nodding, feeling the musical lyrics and the rhythm of Mikey's guitar strumming, until finally from distant memory, she started to pull out the words and sing. "You said you were hurting... you lost your mind." she started to sing, her upper body gently swaying an inch or two from side to side.

"Now the man you love, he hurts you all the time. But when things go wrong... go wrong with you... she started to smirk, realizing only now that this song was meant to be sung by a man, not a woman like herself but continued anyways, feeling herself caught in a musical moment. "It hurts me too..."

She was still smirking, but not from the fact there was a gender problem with her song choice, but because she realized above all of the distractions of playing together for the first time on the spur of the moment, they were sounding good. Real good.
---

Two Hours Later...

"We're going to be doing a little something different," Hailey started to say, throwing back the hood of her hoodie and revealing her reddish orange hair neatly bound up in a ponytail and that trademark sidelong glance and smile, a quirky look more then anything that helped draw attention to her. "A little something that matches this..." she started to say, pointing a finger straight up in the air and twirling it in a circle in the air. "... the atmosphere here. My backup here, Mikey and I," she said gesturing towards the new man on the guitar. "We're going to be playing you some Blues... hope you like it."

As Hailey scooped up the microphone, her pale skin seemed to glow as she felt like she was really shining. From the moment she took the microphone to work the crowd like she just did, right through her own singing throughout the performance until she said that was a rap, she felt something else. She felt not only comfortable on the stage, but oftentimes it seemed like performing was the one thing she could do steadily without regret in her life.

"People are talking... talking about people," she started to slowly sing, holding the microphone in front of her face and suppressing the urge to rock out. Instead she kept her feet planted and simply sang into the microphone, looking as sultry as a super white girl with a black hoodie, brightly dyed hair and alternative rock emolite girl vibe coming off of her. "I hear them whisper.... they won't believe it." she continued to sing, before shooting a teasing glance back at her new guitarist as she sang the next verse. "They think we're lovers..." she sang directly at Mikey, before waggling her eyebrows in playful suggestiveness at him as she finished the line. "... kept under covers."

And like that, the moment ended as she turned back to the crowd and continued singing. As far as she could tell, there were no boos and walkouts, and for fifty bucks and a free meal, that was good enough for her. She was here to perform, not to please people. So she kept singing the Blues for the next ninty minutes, having spent the previous two hours practicing with her new counterpart and looking up lyrics on her Dads smartphone that she 'borrowed' this morning.

It wasn't professional, but as she finished one song after another, with only a few slip ups of pacing and lyrics, she saw that she was still holding the audiences attention even as she sang the 'guy' songs that she could recall from memory when her material was running short. But that didn't seem to matter to the audience, they just listened and she noticed even through the clouds of tobacco smoke and dim bar lighting, the Bar Manager was even nodding his head at her... their... performance.

Damn, but the girl could sing. Mikey quickly forgot the pain in his fingers as Hailey melded her voice with his playing. He gave her a wink and a smile as she flirted with him on stage, but he was certain it was all just for show. Mikey was doing his best to keep up with her, to match her amazing voice with excellent playing. Sure, there were a few gaffes here and there, but that was to be expected. Overall, he'd never been so... In tune with somebody.

An hour and a half flew by, and as they wound down the past song, a rather lively, rockin rendition of "Good Lovin", Mikey knew he was on to a good thing. The tip jar at the foot of the stage was nearly full, and it wasn't just coinage, either.

Mikey set his guitar down and headed over to the bar, where the bar manager already had a beer set out for him. "Thanks," he said, taking a big gulp of the golden liquid.

"Didn't know you were playing tonite, big brother," came a voice from behind him, and a slender hand on his shoulder. "You were great."

"Hey Michelle," Mikey said, surprised to see her.

Sister

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"Thanks," he said, taking another drink. He felt another body nudge against him. Hailey had joined him at the bar. "Hailey, this is my sister, Michelle," he said, introducing them. Their conversation was quickly cut short by the bar manager.

"How about an encore?" he asked, dollar signs in his eyes as he looked about the place. The pub was packed full of people.

Mikey looked over at Hailey, taking another swig. He gave her a smile and a wink. "Let's tear the house down," he said. He downed the rest of his beer. "Just gotta use the bathroom first."

Mikey headed to the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He needed a little something extra to make this happen. He pulled out a small plastic baggie. Inside was white powder cocaine. He used his housekey to dig out a few bumps, which he snorted right up his nose. The rush kicked in and he cleaned off his nose, hid his stash away and headed for the stage.

He caught Hailey's eye and she met him at the stage. "Ready?" he asked her. "I'm sure you know this one."

He was ready to pull out all the stops, and he launched into his current favorite guitar song. The crowd went nuts as soon as he hit the first chords of Wolfmother's "Joker and the Thief."

Hailey was always hesitant to do this kind of stuff with Ian, but when he brought up the Joker and the Thief as a song choice, mainly because of its strong guitar playing that would shine through, she decided there wouldn't be a problem. It was another new song for her, but his guitar playing could make up for her comfort factor. Plus... she had great memory as she looked up the song during their break before the unexpected encore.

Unlike with the Blues songs from earlier, this time she was really able to let loose and use the stage. Halfway through the song, she had pulled off her hair tye and unzipped her hoodie, letting the audience get a small glimpse of her cleavage from the cami she was wearing underneath. But that wasn't her intent, if it was... she'd of picked something even more cut.

She was getting hot. And she was feeling pent up.

Throwing back her mane of almost neck length orange hair, she let it fly free as she headbanged between the verses, coinciding with his guitar punctuating the lines. Then finally, the sweat glistening on her face, during the final guitar solo before the final chorus, she started strutting the stage, walking from side to side, before turning around and as Mikey was playing his guitar solo, started mimicking a guitar of her own with her microphone while trying not too laugh.

But finally, almost missing her beat to re-enter the song, she spun back around and started singing again in her rock genre, continuing to surprise and entertain everyone considering the first half of their performance was mostly mellow Blues tunes. "I said the Joker is a wanted man! He makes his way across this land and see him sifting through the sand," she started to sing, nodding her head and throwing her hair about to punctuate every verse before hitting that final chorus.

A grimace crossed her face as she got caught up with the song, turning more and more angry as she finished the song. I'll tell a story about the Joker and the Thief I said... I'll tell a story about the Joker and the thief I said... I'll tell you about the Joker and the thief in the night!" she practically yelled, her voice gaining in volume as it seemed to reach a crescendo and with a scowl on her face, she knocked the microphone stand off to the side as she was caught up with the moment when suddenly, she realized what she was doing and caught the same stand a split second later, a flustered look on her face as she grinned like an idiot, drawing both laughs and huge cheers from the crowd who apparently thought the gaffe was intentional.

"Hey listen guys," she said with a smile. "I got something to tell you... it looks like it's past two AM and that's past my bedtime," she said with a frown before glancing back at Mikey who simply stared at her thoroughly confused, unable to believe she'd end the encore with only one song because it was late. Already several catcalls and boos could be heard from the audience. "But don't worry ladies and gentlemen, that just means this I do this."

With that said, she shrugged her shoulders deeply from side to side and shimmied off her black hoodie, letting it slip off her slim body and onto the floor, revealing the cheap cami she was wearing underneath, with its spaeghetti straps and the bottom length of her top reaching just below her naval. The way she did her minor striptease was played more for laughs then seduction. "We have two hours before close! Let's try and get a fucking noise violation so the police have to close house!" she started to speak. "Because I don't want to go home!" she added, thrusting her fist high in the air causing her top to pull up, revealing more of her stomach. At this point she knew she could have a hairy potbelly and people would be cheering, but that wasn't the point, she was working a drunk and likely sleepy crowd into uproar. Which was good.

The crowd started to cheer and she even heard someone call out something. "Take your shirt off!" Hailey heard a peculiar voice scream out, and she immediately focused on where it came from and pointed at the general area. "Hey this is a strip club, this is a classy place," she said when she realized the woman screaming was Michelle, Mikey's apparent sister and she sure as hell wasn't referring to her.

Hailey followed Michelle's eyes and glanced over her shoulder, realizing those eyes were focused on Mikey.

For a split second Hailey took a quizzacal look on her face before figuring there was an easy explanation, like they were just goofy siblings and moved into the next song. "Now here is a song you should all recognize," Hailey said beginning the next introduction. "Now I'm no Chris Cornell... and this isn't some Soundgarten but before I begin, can I please ask all the tweakers to not freak out!"

With that said, she broke into 'Black Hole Sun,' feeling the urge to break out with a real vocals heavy song which would stretch her vocal cords, plus there was the fact that playing popular 90's songs for drunk twenty and thirty somethings was like shooting fish in a barrel, and she wasn't going to lower herself to a Nirvana standard. She wasn't... that... desperate for the adoration of the crowd.

"In my eyes.... In... dis.... posed...." she started to sing, accentuating the feminity of her voice and the slow, smoldering evilness of the song and changing it up just enough in tempo and voice so as not to make it sound awkward. She wasn't a Chris Cornell after all.

"But as she stretched and sang every syllable, she was able to explore the stage even more as she found herself leaning back and belting a few notes. "And I'll hear you scream againnn," she said, letting her voice drift into nothing as she lowered her head from the ceiling and stared back at the audience for the chorus.

By the time she was done with the song, and Mikey finished it off with his guitar, she found herself on her knees at the edge of the stage and immediately flashed her eyes open as she raised her mic again, trying to pick up the cheers with it when, after a few minutes of near constant cheering, she finally was able to get a word in and glanced down around her, realizing she was kneeling. "Hmmm how did I get down here?" she asked with a curious voice, lightly joking again. Standing back up, she continued to address the crowd. "We got one more song before closing time. I'd just like to let you all know I'll be performing at the Chuck E. Cheese Sunday Night and my original guitarist Ian will be performing at the bus stop just around the corner that same night."

With that jab done, she turned to Mikey, the sweat even dribbling off her nose as her cami was halfway soaked, partially revealing the black bra she was wearing under the cheap white top. She pointed her microphone at him, as if asking 'Are you ready?' but knowing full well the both of them were just as ready now as they were when this first began.

It was time to finish out the night.

Mikey was unbuttoning his shirt as he stepped forward toward the mic. He was sweating as much as his new partner. He had to be professional, but it was hard to not steal glances at Hailey's ample busom, especially that black bra peeking through the thin white top. Thin white wet top.

"Umm, this is a song about incest," he said into the microphone, and tore it open with the lead line of Pearl Jam's "Alive."

His eyes were glassy and bloodshot. He sniffed a bit as he played, getting little remnant bumps of cocaine up his nose. His head was quite comfortably numb.

And he was having the night of his life on the guitar. Completely in the zone. He would never attempt this song, ever. But he was locked in tonite, and he knew he would nail it. Something about this Hailey girl was truly inspiring his playing tonite.

His eyes locked with hers as he played and she sang. He gave her a wink before launching into the ending solo.

He nailed it.

"Incest really?" she asked Mikey mockingly as the crowds cheering finally subsided after a few minutes from acing the final song. She pointed her microphone at him, as if it was a weapon. "Maybe we should leave pumping the crowd to me from now on," she went on, suppressing the urge to stare blankly at her own hypocrisy when the incest statement came up.

When he said the song was about incest, her heart had almost skipped a beat. But she managed to and now that the moment of awkwardness was over and long gone and the song went on almost flawlessly.

The crowd was starting to filter out of the bar, closing time already upon the bar as Hailey walked over to the two filled tip jars and immediately scampered back to the stage to share her winnings with Mikey only to find him emerge from the bathroom again looking like he either was choking on a cat hair, or had done a line of coke. Hailey had born witness to both incidents firsthand before, and suspected it was the latter.

Normally such behavior would've taken her aback, but at this moment he could've been doing lines off of thirteen year prostitutes backsides and she'd still be ecstatic about how awesome they performed. And ecstatic was the word, plus if he was coked and drunk out of his mind, maybe she could get away with what she was about to do...

"I think at least one of these jars belongs to you," Hailey stated, holding up one of the ones filled with the coins and wrinkled small bills, offering the greener one to him. He grinned, reaching out to it, either to push it away or take it from her but Hailey didn't give the chance for him to do either, for as soon as his hands were lowered and his guard down, she leaned in forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek that felt more like a headbutt.

"Oh sorry," she said sheepishly, realizing their point of contact was a bit harder then a simple kiss on the cheek. "Guess I got caught up in the moment, what with all of this success and you playing like a rock God... and you know I have this thing for older guys," she continued to rattle off, holding up the two jars of cash. "But I mean seriously, one of these is yours," she continued to say, almost rambling now as a new moment of awkwardness washed over them in the aftermath of her cheek kissing attack.

Mikey snorted a few key bumps in the bathroom after they finished up the encore and then came out of the bathroom. His head was abuzz as Hailey came up to him, all smiles, tip jars in hand. She offered him one and then gave him a headbutt-kiss on the cheek.

He blushed a bit, rubbing his forehead and smiling at her. Now that was unexpected! "Umm, I got a better idea. I'd really rather count it, if you don't mind.."

"Wow! Holy shit Mikey, I knew you were good but god damn that was hot!" Michelle came up to them, punching Mikey playfully on the shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me you had a gig tonite? And a hot new girlfriend? I'm glad I wandered in here looking for ya."

"Uh, well, actually, it was kind of a spur of the moment-" Mikey stammered, blushing again.

"Sure it was. You and your secrets, tsk tsk. Some people are coming back to my place for a few more drinks. You guys coming or what? My apartment is just right around the corner."

Mikey looked over at Hailey. "I think a little celebration is in order, don't you?"

Her hands were on her hips now, but not so she could show off her, in comparison to Michelle, humble rack or because she wanted to look sassy but because she just realized she hadn't had a bit to eat or drink since she woke up and this was the only stance she could maintain without feeling dizzy now that her adrenaline was simmering down. But she did manage to do something else.

"Hello, I'm Hailey and he's right, we just met," she said, offering the busty sister a hand, not having had the chance to meet her before the encore. Michelle accepted the handshake, but gave Hailey a curious look, one that Hailey didn't quite understand, which made sense because Michelle wasn't quite sure what look to give Hailey. On one hand, she didn't want to be bitchy to the redhead if what she said was true, on the other... she had waited five years to be exclusive with Mikey and now... the very same day of the breakup some fiery new redhead was moving in.

"Hey nice to meet ya Hailey," Michelle said, finally growing a smile on her face and noticing Hailey's look softening considerably.

"I'd love to hang out with you two actually. I have like... literally no plans," Hailey replied, almost gregariously. Michelle turned to Mikey, smiling tightly and rolling her eyes a bit because of the redhead. She was disturbingly bubbly for being completely exhausted and apparently drug and alcohol free... so far.

"That's great. Come on, lets go!" Michelle then said, double thumbing over her shoulder as she pointed to the back exit doors. Hailey nodded and then reached out both of her arms to Mikey, who seemed to look at her with a mix of apprehension and befuddlement as she approached him with her arms swinging out at him as if she was going to hug or tackle him.

But any alarm passed easily, as instead she simply threw an arm around the back of his shoulders and leaned on him. "Oh my gosh... I'm freaking exhausted," she said, in a way that was amusing both in how she said it and the fact she actively substituted swear words for something less offensive yet openly used the word 'fucking' when working the crowd. It made him wonder how much of her was an act, and how genuine she actually was deep down.
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The two of them stumbled into Michelle's apartment, the leading edge of a small group of people as they filtered through her place with Michelle bringing up the rear, actually carrying Hailey's worn gym bag into the second, open bedroom where suspiciously, Mikey had taken Hailey right off the bat. She entered the room, just as Mikey was laying Hailey out on the twin sized bed where she quickly unraveled and laid flat on the bed with a groan.

Michelle dropped the bag beside her, a mildly but steadily increasing annoyed look on her face when Hailey looked up at her and smiled. "Thank you so much Michelle," she said, addressing her before Mikey even, which took the sister off guard. So she just smiled back tightly before turning to her brother.

"Hey some of my friends are over. Did you want me to get you anything?" she asked, with a wink and a nudge.

"I need a powerbar..." Hailey groaned. "Or some cock...fey. Coffee," she then corrected, before rolling onto her side and giggling into the pillow lightly.

Michelle smirked at the joke... or slip, she wasn't sure. "I'll get something," she said before heading out, shaking her head as she did, perhaps amused... still annoyed.

As soon as she left, Hailey slowly rolled up into a sitting position and struggled to reach for the bag when Mikey simply reached in for her. A look of warmth crossed Hailey's face as she saw him reach for her. "Thanks... can you get my inhaler? It's for my throat," she said, her cheeks started to glow red as he grabbed what looked like a steam inhaler and handed it to her. "My sweet champion," Hailey gushed sarcastically as she took the inhaler from him and took a puff of the warm steaming vapor to moisten her throat. "What would I do without you?" she then asked of him, perhaps only half mockingly before leaning back down but not completely flat as before, instead bracing herself against a stack of pillows so she could sit up. "Your sister is sweet by the way."

Yeah, Michelle is something else," Mikey said, trying his best to ignore the images flashing through his mind as his sister walked away. Being here, in this room, didn't help much either. How many times had he screwed his sister on this bed? He'd lost count.

Mikey blinked and his attention was back on Hailey in an instant. He wasn't sure exactly how to broach the topic. He'd estranged more than a few people in his time by offering them drugs. He didn't want that to happen now, with Hailey. But at the same time, it would do neither of them any good if there wasn't full disclosure.

About certain things, anyways. He went all in. He figured if a hot chick is hanging out with him at 4AM, in a bedroom, there's a prettu good chance she'll be interested in getting high and screwing.

And after the hell he'd been through breaking up with his girlfriend, he needed a good screw.

"You know, I've got some stuff that works a lot better than coffee..." Mikey said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his little bag of cocaine. "And I've got some weed to take the edge off. This stuff can be a little tweaky sometimes."

She rose her head off the pillow slightly and stared at the cocaine, confirming what she already suspected, lifting a hand to scratched her own hair as for a brief moment, she honestly contemplated taking it. And then she wondered why and she realized it was because she wanted to stay awake, and hang out with him. She smiled, glancing at the cocaine and then at him and slowly shook his head.

Figuring Michelle was mingling with her other guests and wouldn't be back for a while, Hailey leaned up and reached an arm out around the back of Mikey's neck, her thumb stroking small circles into the side of his neck as she gave him an admiring smirk. She wasn't sure why she didn't want Michelle to see, it was just some sort of weird vibe she was getting that despite how nice she was acting, she could swear his sister didn't like her much.

"Thanks but no thanks Mikey. I want to remember this night with a clear head," she said before giving him a full smile and then looked right into his eyes. "I want you to remember this too..." she said, trying to say as romantic a phrase she could think of off the top of her head, before pulling his lips in for a kiss. Nothing overly done, just enough to feel his lips against hers, her tongue flickering about, getting a taste of him and sharing in a single moment of sweet tender intimacy before she pulled her head back, her eyes looking more hazy then sleepy now. "Mmm I think that helped me wake up," she said with a smirk, sitting up on the edge of the bed, right in front of her, just as Michelle walked in, a can of something in one hand and a paper grocery bag in the other.

For some reason, the way she looked at the two of them made Hailey feel the urge to remove her hand from around his neck and return it to her side. "Feeling better are we?" she asked, glancing at them both, and knowing how awkward Mikey must be feeling.

She handed Hailey a Rockstar energy drink before noticing the coke was out and then laid the bag out. "Have fun you two. And don't forget the moolah," Michelle said, a slight tinge of forced deliver in her voice as she turned away to attend to her other guests again, half closing the bedroom door behind her.

Hailey saw Mikey's mixed look on his face, and then leaned over and peeked into the bag. "Ooooo cannabis and spirits and a bong... I haven't smoked out of one of these in like..." she started to say before pausing, having apparently smoked far too much to remember clearly. "... well it's been a while but it was good then. It should be even better now," she said as she reached in and withdrew the magnificent device, setting it on the open nightstand.

Apparently decided to act goofy now, Hailey then made a sweeping and dramatic gesture to Mikey towards the bong. She somehow had more energy now, apparently fueled by the excitement of just kissing him for the first time which almost clearly showed what a hopeless romantic she might've been. "If you'll do the honors Mister Mikey?" she asked before popping the tab of her energy drink and taking a swig.

Mikey was taken aback by the kiss, but as soon as it happened he melted into it, his heart racing. Almost instantly he felt a rush of blood to his loins. He tasted her tongue and wanted more. But just as soon as it happened, it seemed, it was over, and she was smiling and being simultaneously sultry and silly.

Then the door opened and his sister came in. Mikey blushed again at her comments, feeling the raging jealousy hidden in her words. But what could they do? Tell the world they were incestuous lovers? No. It was their secret, had to be forever. Surely Hailey could never understand. Besides, this was Michelle's fault for inviting the both of them over.

And then Michelle was gone, leaving then an energy drink, a half dozen beers, a bottle of liquor and a big glass bong and a sack of weed.

"I'd be happy to do the honors," Mikey said, taking the bong. He filled the bottom halfway with water from the bathroom sink and then set about quickly and expertly breaking apart the nuggets and filling the bowl. He pulled out a lighter and handed it and the bong over.

"Ladies first," he said. "Thank you for asking me to play with you. I... I really think we've got something special here."

As Mikey was talking, Hailey was drawing in a deep inhalation of the smoke from the bong, and since she wasn't coughing as she finished, he could only reason she had at least done this before and wasn't a complete Narc on such matters. "Sorry you said something?" she asked, exhaling dryly as she stared at him and shaking her head slowly from side to side.

It wasn't until his face was visibly deflated from the fact he had just opened up to her that she broke into a very stoner-esque laugh and slapped him on the shoulder. "I'm just kidding. I heard you," she said, handing the mouthpiece over to him. Her hand, rather sloppily, rose to stroke his cheek as she stared at him, angling her head to the side in that special adoring way girls tended to. "I'm glad I found you too." She blinked... taking almost a half second to reopen her eyes and then swigged another shot of Red Bull, before putting it aside, still partly full for some inexplicable reason. Her hand slid down over his chest as he took his turn on the bong.

Waiting until he was finished, she spoke up again, finally removing her hand from dragging limply down his chest and taking her turn on the bong again. "I think... I don't believe in fate but I mean... I'm really lucky and happy I found you," she said, before placing the mouthpiece to her lips. "It's like I'm kissing you..." she said with a churlish giggle before getting ready to inhale once again. She drew her back up straight, puffing out her breasts against her still moist top, leaving him to wonder if she was just being silly in her exaggerated inhalation or trying to turn him on.

Or likely a combination of both.

She finished her hit and handed it back to him, while snatching up a cold bottle of beer. But instead of drinking it, as he started to take his turn on the bong again, a wicked idea popped in her idea as she rolled the cold glass bottle across her breasts and dropped her jaw, as if she was shocked how cold it was... rolling over her chest. "Geez.. did it like... totally get colder in here?" she asked, acting so intentionally ditzy that it was endearing, as she glanced down at her freshly soaked chest and then raised her eyebrows at him suggestively.

Mikey took his bong rip but he kept his eyes on Hailey, and watched as she rolled the beer across her abundant chest, soaking the thin fabric of her camisole with the condensate from the ice cold beer bottle.

Mikey blew out the smoke, the marijuana haze starting to settle into his mind, and watched with rapt attention as Hailey's nipples hardened and became clearly visible pushing against the thin fabric of her bra and top. He finally looked up into her eyes.

The bong was quickly forgotten, as Mikey got lost in the come-hither look she was giving him. Blood rushed to his loins, filling his cock as he finally got his hands on her, one on her thigh and the other at her neck, and he kissed her deeply.

"I'll warm you up," he moaned in her ear.

His head was spinning from it all, but he didn't care. It was just perfect. He gently pushed her down onto the bed on her back and lay right next to her, his leg draped over hers, and his hand boldly moved up to cup one of her large breasts, squeezing it and soon enough finding that hardened bud, rolling it between his fingers as the heat between then rose rapidly to a boiling point.

He rolled her over on top of him, taking her small frame and getting her to straddle him. Both his hands found her tight round ass and pressed her firmly down against him, their crotches grinding together through their clothes. He was reaching up to have another feel of her luscious tits when the door swung wide open.

"Aww fuck guys, c'mon," Michelle said, standing there with her fists on her hips. "These people came over here so they could hang out with the band, not listen to you screw! At least have a few drinks out here and then you can fuck all night and through the morning for all I care."

With that she stomped off, fully expecting them to follow.

"Unnggghhh we better go," Hailey half moaned, half grunted as almost immediately, her once receptive hands started sliding from his backside, to his chest and pushing his chest away. Mikey however seemed insistent on the other option given.

"Fuck her," he said in a statement that was ironic only to him at the moment in reference to his sister only to find Hailey seemed rather insistent, and having her push back wasn't exactly doing much to stoke his own arousal.

"Just a few minutes okay. It's for the band," Hailey said, grinning softly. "Then we have all night, she promised," she added, her hands finally stopped pushing him and instead started cradling his face. "My sweet stoner guitarist..." she purred at him, looking through her hazy eyes up at him, her fingers rolling across his cheek and flicking across his chin.

Grudgingly, reluctantly, he rose up off of her, giving her still cold and wet breast a final squeeze with one hand, and her ass with his other, before realizing as he got back to his feet, she was still laying down. Her head grinded backward into the pillow, as she looked up at him and smiled. Then finally she grunted, rising off of the bed and struggled, or perhaps staggered to her feet, almost immediately leaning on Mikey before she could stand on her own. "I'm so fucking tired..." she purred in his ear before half staggering out the door, yawning as she did so.

By the time she headed into the hallway, she had managed to regain her posture somehow and even forced her eyes to open up as Mikey noticed immediately how her face suddenly lit up as she met her fans, a half dozen of whom she had never seen before were cheering as they sat around on the floor and sofa, smoking weed and drinking beer.

"Hey guys and girls," Hailey said with a grin, before throwing her head and her hair back and thrusting a thumb in her own chest, knowing full well it was soaking wet and showing off her bra covered tits. "In case your wondering, I'm with the band!" she said sarcastically as Mikey came up behind her. Her smile grew wider. "And this is my new guitarist, Mikey something. He replaced my old guitarist because he's fagging it up in a bath house watching the UFC. Mikey here," she then said, throwing an arm around his shoulder, leaning on him again. "... is my new partner in crime. And music," she said, before turning to him, laying a hand on his chest. "And in luuurve..." Hailey finally slurred.

Her 'fans' stared at the two, half giggling and smiling as the redhead continued her rambling speech. It was too dorky not to be funny.

"Hey Hailey want a beer?" one of the girls asked, handing her a bottle.

"Ah thank you," she said, noticing the cap was already off. "Listen... we'd love to hang out more but I'm personally exhausted. I've never sang this long and my throat is killing me." With that said, she took a long, long, long swig of the beer, looking like she was drinking the entire bottle in one go, only to reveal she only took off the top of it and was merely holding it up most of the time. "And unfortunately beer and weed isn't helping. So if you don't mind... Michelle here is actually like... Mikey's sister... and I consider her like a sister to me too," she said obviously lying.

"So anything you want to talk to me about, you can ask her. Mikey and I have to go back to the bedroom so he can apply some special cream to my throat..." she said, in a statement that made his eyes grow as wide as dinner plates. Hailey finished the sentence by leaning forward and in a loud whisper to the nearest of her 'fans,' said, "...with his cock!"

Michelle rolled her eyes, as everyone else started laughing and waving for them to go back to the room. Hailey meanwhile was already all giggles herself as she told Mikey... far too late, something that actually seemed quite obvious. "I'm sorry. If I haven't smoked in a while, weed gives me the giggles," she said giggling as she buried her face in his chest and the two of them, feeling somewhat embarrassed, retreated back to the bedroom and he closed the door behind him... and then locked it as the hollering and cheers from the living room chased after them.

Hailey somehow managed to nose dive into the bed without hurting herself. Her face half buried into a pillow, she looked up at him with a single eye. "That wasn't so bad was it?" she then said, reminding him of his reluctance as she rolled onto her backside and beckoned for him to join her again. "Now if we don't have sex, we'll be liars and let our fans down," she said with a grin.

As usual, Hailey found herself trying to please everyone and tonight, it seemed to work. Now the two of them had the rest of the night to themselves.

Mikey was relieved that Hailey had done all the talking, and he could just stand there and enjoy the limelight. He'd never had "fans" before. This whole thing was looking better and better by the minute!

Especially that sexy young dripping wet redhead on the bed...

Mikey was about to pounce on her, rip her wet shirt off her lithe body, when there was suddenly there was noise from the door. First the handke being tried, then a very demanding set of knocks.

"Mikey, can I talk to you real quick?" It was Michelle.

"Dammit," Mikey groaned. He went over to Hailey and kissed her quickly. "This should just be a minute. Sometimes she gets a little... Dramatic when she drinks."

With that, Mikey went back to the door and stepped out into the hallway. Michelle grabbed his arm and pulled him down the hall a bit. "What the fuck was that? I asked you guys to hang out, not make a speech and disappear again!"

"Michelle, c'mon, chill," Mikey said. "It's almost five AM anyway."

"And you need to fuck your new squeeze, huh?" She pulled him through a doorway, which went into the bathroom. "What about me Mikey? What about you... And me?" She pressed against him then, rubbing her tits into his strong chest, running her hands along his arms.

Mikey pushed her away, just a bit. "Jesus, what do you want me to say, Shelly?"

Michelle just shook her head, fighting back tears. "I don't know. At least... Fuck, at least give me some of that blow, huh?"

Mikey pulled the little baggie out of his pocket and handed it to her. He was about to walk away when she said "Well don't you want some too?"

He stopped. What he really wanted was in the bedroom. But it was also right here. Michelle was bent over the counter, cutting out lines real quick, and giving him a rather generous view of her rather abundant cleavage.

"Real quick," he said, taking the short straw she offered him and quickly blowing a line of coke up his nose. He threw his head back and snorted, getting as much of it as possible up in his nasal cavity. "I better not get coke-dick," he said.

"That's never been a problem for you before," Michelle replied. Mikey smirked, remembering the countless times... And then he left.

His head was abuzz, the weed, the beer, the blow all mixing together quite nicely. He thought of the foxy little thing waiting for him on the other side of the bedroom door. He snorted again, getting another little straggler hit up his nose, and then went inside, his cock already hardening again in his pants as he shut the door...

Hailey was sitting in a weird position on the edge of the bed, her elbows on her knees and hands clasped together while his eyes were predictably drawn to her tight, round breasts hanging from her chest, still unfortunately covered by that damn cami of hers. It was dripping wet now... and the bottle of beer coincidentally looked remarkably dry. "Burrr... my... chest... is... cold..." Hailey said in a sarcastically deadpan voice, enunciating every word and ribbing him for every delay.

"Sorry. My sis-," he started to mumble in reply.

"It's awesome that you got a sister who cares so much about you," Hailey said with a smile. "I still live with my Dad, so I mean, I kinda understand your situation," she added, before her face paled. Talking about family a true buzzkill.

Instead they both shook their heads, almost literally at the same time thinking about the other, You have no idea... when it came to their individual incestuous relationships.

An awkward stillness suddenly fell over the bedroom at her last comment as desperately she searched for something to say to reignite the sexual tension. Her eyes drifted to his cock. "Hey... is that for me?" she asked, her eyes eerily lighting up like she had eyed a piece of candy in his hand. He smirked as her eyes drifted back up to his face and took a moment noticing how exhausted and chemically fueled he was feeling right now. "I hope that coke keeps you hard..." she said as she beckoned him forward.

Slouching slightly... but still feeling totally relaxed, he stepped forward only to find Hailey rest her hands on his stomach, gesturing for him to stop and looking up at him, her hazel eyes trying to lock with his while he noticed her fingers literally walking up his pant legs, pitter patting towards the fly of his pants while still staring at him, a look of eager anticipation on her almost glowing face. And her fingers still worked at his zipper.

And then she broke her serene looking, as she started to break down, half laughing and half crying as she shook her head. "I'm sorry, I have to look," she said, giving up on trying to make this moment perfect as she focused on his zipper and finally her fumbling fingers caught his zipper tab and pulled it down. She visibly sighed in relief before looking up at him, her pale cheeks reddening flush with embarrassment.

It didn't last long for as soon as she looked up, she felt Mikey's hand sliding down to her face, sliding his open palm along her cool cheek, as she responding by slightly turning her face, kissing his palm when he suddenly bristled, feeling her fingertips burrowing past his boxers and first touching his uncoiling cock, feeling it almost stir from her touch. This time her eyes drifted up to his, as she slowly pushed her fingers in, sensing the placement of his manhood by the tips of her fingers, before curling them around his semi-hard shaft and gently, slowly... erotically, drawing his cock out from his boxers and into the open air.

It came out semi-hard and hardening still as her pale fingers wrapped around his shafts base, and she felt the sheer warming heat emanating from his manhood as it literally lengthened and curved upward in her grasp. She closed her eyes, giving him one last glance before leaning forward and as his cock tensed in anticipation, she lowered her own head a bit until it looked like her nose brushed against his cock tip and wrinkled briefly, taking in the pure raw masculine scent of his manhood. "Mmmm smells good," she muttered under breath, as she lifted her other left hand, not to his shaft but to his testicles. Her fingers started rolling and massages his individual balls between her digits while her right hand continued to stroke the bottom half of his shaft.

Then, as her hazel eyes looked up at him again, at such a sharp angle, her lips pressed against the tip of his phallus and giving it a soft, and wet kiss, even pushing her tongue out against his slit as if tasting him, before her lips simply opened up and pushed forward, shifting her lips over his glans until her lips wrapped around the bottom edge of his cockhead. And there her lips stopped and she closed her eyes again, suckling on his cockhead, rolling and flickering and massaging his dome with her tongue, bathing it in the saliva of her mouth, focusing all of her efforts solely on the ultra sensitive head of his penis. Her right hand continued stroking his manhood, while her left continued fondling his testicles when, just adding to the almost sweet oral servicing she was giving him, she hummed softly into his penis, apparently enjoying the submissive sexual experience herself as strumming vibrations hummed through his fully erect cock.

Mikey groaned in pleasure as Hailey started her oral ministrations upon his now rock-hard cock. "Fuck baby, that feels so good," was about all he could mumble coherently. He could hardly stand it felt so damn good. As she continued, he found his knees growing week and his head spinning ever more. He stopped her for the slightest moment, and laid himself down on the bed after kicking off his boots and jeans and boxers. He peeled off his tee shirt as she started to work on his turgid member once again.

She made love to his cock with her mouth perfectly. His ex hadn't sucked him off in over a year, at least, and it was something he had always thoroughly enjoyed. Deep down, that was probably one of the reasons they had broken up: sex had become a battleground, a bartering chip, a tool to manipulate each other with instead of something fun and loving.

Which may have been why he had been having an affair with his own sister for so long. She let him take his sexual aggression out on her; loved it, really. Being slapped around and choked out while he ravaged her... The thought caused his cock to twitch and spasm in Hailey's mouth.

He looked down upon her, the pretty face, those pouty lips servicing his manhood so well, and started to wonder if that kind of rough loving was what got her off as well. He ran his fingers through her hair and fought the urge, at least for the time being, to grab her hair and force his long thick cock down her throat...

Hailey had taken a moment to admire Mikey's nude body, laid out on the bed before him before she crawled over his legs, her own hand sliding up the sides of his thighs, her fingertips drifting across the lines of his quads and hamstrings, before they slid over his fully erect cock, as it curved upwards above his body, the purplish head glistening and sparkling in the light from her previous suckling.

As she pulled herself up between his legs, and prepared to lower her full lips down on his cockhead again, she closed her eyes and savored the feeling of his fingers sifting through her thick orange dyed hair, gripping her head firmly enough that she could feel it, but she remained in control. Then, as sweetly as before, she placed a soft wet kiss with her closed lips on the tip of his penis, and then, gradually opened her lips up like she was frenching his cock, inviting it in deeper until the tip of her tongue flickered over his soft glans, tasting his manhood, her nostrils flaring as she took in his rather intoxicating masculine scent.

As her lips slipped over the bottom edge of his dome, she softly hummed into his cockhead, letting the strumming of her vocals vibrate down his shaft and seemingly tickle his senses. It was just like before, but better. He was enjoying it now, laying back in complete relaxation. His hands were gripping this pretty young womans head, as she suckled on the head of his cock like she was milking it, her tongue massaging his glans, her cheeks gently sucking inward as he felt her suctioning actions in currents or waves and feeling the slightest bit of inward pressure as she serviced him. Combined with the drugs and alcohol running through his system, it was feeling fantastic.

So much so he almost got lost in the haze of pleasure that he almost didn't realize that her lips were suddenly moving farther down his shaft. She was going deeper. Taking him in deeper.

She could feel his cock bristle, the tip of it gently patting against the rough, uneven ceiling of her mouth, and steadily driving deeper and deeper. It was like a snake moving inexorably down his cock as she'd pause, suck firmly on his shaft, her tongue rolling and writhing against his embedded shaft, bathing it in her warm saliva, before her lips seemingly creeped down his phallus another half inch and repeated the process again in a slow, and excruciatingly pleasurable process. No bobbing of her head, no thrusts in, just creeping farther and farther down as if she was sucking a cock for the first time and doing everything she could to make him feel right.

But he could already tell she was practiced at this, somewhere... somehow. No normal lush or college slut was this good.

And then there was the anticipation, as he realized his cockhead was pushing more firmly against the ceiling of her mouth, as it shifted from the firm, rough ceiling to her softer palate, a prelude to the throat itself. She could sense his cock pulsing even more, as if anticipating the eventual penetration deep into her mouth, pushing into his throat and she could even feel his fingers seemingly grip her head a bit firmer.

Then suddenly she stopped, his cockhead pressing against the soft back of her mouth, at the entrance to her throat. His grip on her head relaxed as he wondered if he was hurting her head... and then he felt her tongue seemingly flatten out against the underside of his nearly fully buried penis and then, in a flurry of motion his cockhead surge inward and her mouth downward.

It was only an inch in a split second, but suddenly his bloated cockhead, burning with arousal, was seemingly hemmed in by her tightly pushing throat muscles, as barely a gag was uttered from her mouth as with a second, minor push, his cockhead pressed all the way into her throat and her lips were kissing the base of his cock.

His rock hard cock was forced to bend slightly, accomodating her angle, forcefully and pleasurably being bent by the tightness of her mouth, while at the same moment the base of his cock shifted slightly downward, shooting another pang of raw pleasure thorough his cock when she started drawing her head back slightly, no more then a half an inch, in a swallowing motion, massaging his cock with her throat directly, while her flattened out tongue started to curl around his thick length, pulling the half inch back into her throat, causing his cockhead to rub hard against her tight, soft, and wet mouth.

Her eyes started to wetten slightly, as she practiced suppressing her gag reflex when she heard him moan something about how she learned to deep throat like this and immediately felt her throat tremor around his buried manhood, pleasuring him even more. It was a simple answer really. She'd been practicing on her Dads since she was fourteen and was always a good student. If he only knew, she pondered in the back of her mind when suddenly she bristled for as she tried her swallowing technique again, she swore the grip on her head tightened and he was forcing her head down at a quicker pace.

Immediately her eyes flared open as she realized he wanted not just to get deep throated, but fuck her throat in addition.

As soon as he was done with his first, partial thrust, she ran interference but didn't pull her head off his cock, she was enjoying this too much but didn't want to ruin what she thought was an incredibly erotic moment by having him fuck her mouth. So instead she pulled one of her hands from massaging his testicles and seized one of his hands firmly before he could guide her head even more and to her relief, he didn't resist.

Taking his wrist in her hand, she guided his hand to the underside of her neck, and let him feel her throat as it literally bulged with his fat cockhead and thick penis being swallowed and massaged by her entire mouth, and then felt underneath her skin, how it receded back an inch, before the bulge of his manhood shifted deeper into her throat all over again.

Unable to see or gauge his reactions, she just hummed again into his fully buried cock, and tried planting as best a kiss she could on the base of his manhood while her flaring nostrils drew in another long deep intoxicating breath of his masculine scent.

Damn, but the girl knew how to suck a dick! Mikey was in heavenly bliss; between everything running through his system and the amazing sensations Hailey caused along the full length of his nine inch cock, all Mikey could do was hold on tight! He had a grip on her orange hair, but he could tell she wanted to be in control, so he let her.

Then she placed one of his hands on her throat, and yet again he had to struggle for control over his baser instincts. In an instant his brain flashed to his sister; everytime he had his hands on her throat, he was squeezing...

He resisted the urge and came back to the reality of the moment, his cock buried in Hailey's throat, her sucking and humming sending him nearly over the edge. Not yet. He wanted to shoot his load elsewhere... It would be a big one, too, he could tell. All over her face? Was she that kind of girl? Something told him she would want it all up in her pussy, deep, into every nook and cranny. He hoped to hell she was on birth control so he could, although the idea that she might not be, the possible risk of her getting pregnant, caused his cock to shudder and spasm in her mouth as she sucked him so sweet.

But that thought alone was enough. His cock shuddered again, spasmed in her mouth, and he cried out a loud groan: "Fuck, I'm gonna cum baby..."

Hearing those words caused Hailey's ears to almost visibly perk up. Hearing that he wanted to cum, and suddenly her throat spasmed, as if giving his cock one final squeeze before she started carefully sliding his cock from her deep throat and wet mouth, a low grueling groan escaping her mouth as his rock hard cock practically slithered out of her spread wide lips, literally soaked in her saliva to the point it was not just glistening in the air, but almost dripping with fluid, with several long sticky strands of saliva and precum snapping between her withdrawing lips and the tip of his cock.

She rose up, saliva dribbling down her chin, and a particular lust in her eyes he hadn't seen before, the desire for his cum seemingly triggering some deep and feral into this normally bubbly girl. As soon as she regained her footing, she started to pull off her jeans, and her panties, in one quick push down over her hips. She wasn't bothering with a strip tease as she almost kicked off her denim and panties as quickly as possible, letting them fall against the foot of the bed.

But then her eyes looked up at his body. His nude body, so firm and lean and built like a rock star and laid out just for her enjoyment. And standing erect above it all, was his glistening cock, ready to unleash a thick load of his hot white seed into her pussy. She didn't even ask him if he wanted to give her a facial, or blast her tits. What she wanted was obvious and she was going for it without asking... without the chance of being turned down. But as she showed her desperate lust, she seemed to realize there was more then her own satisfaction.

So as she crawled back onto the bed, her knees on either side of his legs and knee walking up his body, while at the same time she occasionally flashed him that same sweet smile, while stripping off her wet cami and tossing it aside. Then, just as her hips practically cast a shadow over his aching cock, she reached her own lean arms around her back and cast aside her bra, letting him admire her entire nude body as her deceptively large and pert milky white breasts, topped with rosy red nipples came into clear view. She bit her lower lip in anticipation and then in a move that she hoped would make him melt, reached down with her hands and gripped his wrists. "Take me how you want me... I just want you to cum in me..." she said and nothing else.

Nothing about birth control or protection or regrets or being nervous or hangups and their future. She just wanted his cock inside her, pumping his thick, potent seed into her womb. She just wanted to feel his semen sloshing inside her body, filling her with his creamy, liquid warmth. She continued to bite her lip in sheer anticipation for this, the first rivulets of juice moistening her sex in eagerness for this moment as she felt his fingers slide across her hips, his fingertips reaching around her sides, gripping her tight pale ass.

The momentary reprieve from the amazing stimulation of her cock-sucking was just enough for Mikey to regain some control over his impending orgasm. As she quickly peeled off her clothes and climbed on top of him, Mikey became fully determined to give her the type of fucking she would never forget... And would keep her coming back to him for more.

And then she took a grip on his wrists and told him to take her however he wanted her, as long as he came inside her. He smiled wickedly.

His hands moved down her milky white sexy body, gripping her tight ass and giving it a squeeze. He pressed her down on him, her dripping pussy lips coming into direct contact with his turgid staff, and he used his strong arms to move her up and down along the full length of his member, loving the feel of their heat coming together. One hand came up and gave a breast a squeeze, and then the other hand as she continued to grind along his length, and then finally her lips were encompassing the thick head of his cock...

But before he could enter her, he released her breasts and grabbed her hips again, but this time he rolled her off him and onto her back. He was atop her in an instant, the tip of his dick teasing her hot entrance now. Now, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them down to the bed over her head.

Her whole body quivered in anticipation, and she squirmed beneath him, trying to get more of his cock into her. He fully enjoyed having her under his power, and loved the way her pussy gushed her desire, and then he allowed himself to slip inside, completely unprotected, his bare cockhead pushing past her dripping lips, just the head, and then he pulled it back, and then worked it back in a bit, causing her to squirm and moan under him some more. He held her wrists tight.

He couldn't resist anymore. She was so hot, so wet, so completely ready for him... He buried his full length inside her, and they both cried out in ecstasy.