Her Secret, His Reward (Closed for StFornicate)

[Kitta]

Rachel Winter was having a terrible day, even by her low standards. After being made redundant from her job, she had lived on her small savings while searching for a job. Today her money ran out. She'd been chased out of the grocery store that she usually managed to shoplift her essentials from and hadn't even managed to get a drink to numb the pain.

Her landlord had called to tell her she had 2 days to make rent or move out and hung up while she was pleading with him.

So, she called a friend, Simon, who had told her he had a way she could make some money and took him up on his offer. He told her to take a few packages of cocaine out to his dealers in exchange for him paying her rent. She'd known he was into drugs but this was the first time she'd seen the actual scale of his operation. She had loaded a satchel with bricks of cocaine and gone to leave but he had stopped her. Simon wasn't really willing to let her wander off with a large quantity of his product without some sort of goodwill gesture and that was how she ended up sucking his cock, hitting her new low as she realised that his cum had taken the edge off her hunger.

Rachel made the first delivery without problems, she collected the money easily and there were no issues. She had started to relax. The second drop did not go so well.

Now, sat in a prison cell, Rachel had to make the one phone call she dreaded most. Calling her parents for bail and to tell them how badly she'd messed up her life.

At the last second, she had a flash of inspiration and dialed a different number.

'Hey bro, it's Rachel. I need your help.' and she laid out her whole unhappy tale.

 

[StFornicate]

Mikey had always been his family's black sheep. The wild child. He'd been in and out of trouble his whole life, generally raising hell and running with all the wrong crowds. Now, at the age of twenty-three, he was barely making ends meet working construction. At least he had saved up enough to get a new pick-up truck for work! Things seemed to be coming together. At the very least, he'd figured out that he just had to show up, on time, every day and bust his ass, and there would be a regular paycheck waiting for him.

It had been a long time coming. He'd even managed to get himself a small house on the outskirts of town. Not that he was happy... He had a strong thirst for beer and whiskey, drowning his demons nightly.

He was just getting off work when he'd gotten the phone call, so he was sober. He hadn't really spoken to his sister in years, since their parents had kicked him out. He was surprised, honestly, that she still had his number at all.

The story she told was unbelievable... but undoudtedly true. Why would she make something up like that. The police officer he spoke with confirmed it all, and he headed off to see a bail bondsman. It was a hefty sum, and it left him nervous... and thirsty. He had to put his new truck and house on the line, and he'd lose it all if she skipped out.

The next morning, he was sitting in the courtroom, waiting for her to be brought out and the judge to decide her fate... at least as far as bail was concerned. She'd had a large quantity of drugs on her. Unbelievable. The judge allowed her to be bailed out, and another hearing was scheduled. Mikey had to stand up and vouch for her.

Mikey was waiting for her outside the courthouse in his truck when it was all said and done...

 

[Kitta]

Rachel left the courthouse with her head down, she was ashamed and disappointed in herself. Mikey was waiting for her but he did not look pleased to see her. Bitterly, Rachel thought he should enjoy this. Her fall from grace would make him the good kid again and give her the position as black sheep. God, she hoped he hadn't called their parents.

He looked well, fit and healthy although a little worn and tired, she had heard that he was working in construction now and being outside all day seemed to be good for him.

'Mikey, thank you for doing this. I didn't know who else to turn to.' she laid her hand on his arm awkwardly. They had never been that close.

'I'm sorry about this but the judge said I needed to give an address for them to check on me and I'm being evicted so I gave them yours. I have no home, no job, nothing. Please can I stay with you?' she fidgeted with her hair, an old habit from childhood and gazed at him imploringly with her dark eyes.

 

[StFornicate]

Mikey fired up the F150 once she got in, driving towards his small house. He listened to her speak, begging for a place to stay. "Of course, Rachel," he said, keeping to himself the fact that he would have taken her there anyway, regardless. He wasn't about to lose his truck and house because she decided to skip town!

He glanced over at her. He hadn't seen her in quite some time... and today, after spending the night in jail, she looked like hell. She had been so pretty as a teenager.

"I'll see what I can do about finding you some work," he continued as they drove through town. He pulled up to his small house and parked. "Home sweet home," he said, bitterly almost. He got out of the truck. "C'mon, I'll show you the place," he said.

 

[Kitta]

Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't going to be kicked to the street and her brother could help her break out of this downward spiral. She was determined to make this her rock bottom moment, she didn't want to go any lower.

'Thanks so much Mikey.' She looked at him as he pulled up. He looked annoyed, his faced lined with worry and anger. She knew she was intruding into his life, they'd barely spoken in years and hadn't been close growing up, both of them dealing with a difficult childhood in very different ways.

She followed him out of the truck and into his house. It was small but neat, she couldn't help but feel that it was missing something, it felt functional not comfortable. It was a house, not a home.

After a night in the cells, Rachel really wanted a shower and a change of clothes but she had nothing with her. She waited for his tour to finish before bringing it up, trying not to sound whiny or needy.

 

[StFornicate]

Mikey walked her through the house. There wasn't much to it. Living room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom. It was sparsely furnished, with nothing on the walls.

"You're welcome," he said, and then stopped her. He was a big guy, well built. He towered over her small frame. "You see all this? And that new truck out front? It's all I've got, okay. And I had to put it all on the line to come up with the money to bail your dumb ass out of jail. If you fucking split on me, if you decide you're gonna run off, I lose it all. And if you get yourself in trouble again, there won't be anyone to bail you out. Don't think for a second mom and dad will help."

"After all, you saw how much they helped me."

 

[Kitta]

Shit, he was pissed. She hadn't thought about how he paid her bail, she didn't even know what he did for a living now. She cowered slightly as he towered over her.

'I promise, Mikey. I won't do anything stupid. This isn't how I really am, it was all just a stupid mistake I made in desperation. I won't let you down. I owe you so much now, I really am grateful.' she reached out to touch his arm in an awkward gesture.

'I'll take any job, I'll keep house for you, anything to make it right. Please just don't tell our parents. I'm all filthy from the cells and I have no clean clothes, can I take a shower?'

 

[StFornicate]

"Yeah, sure, get yourself cleaned up," Mikey said to her. "We'll go get your stuff from your place after." He stepped away from her and turned, heading to the kitchen, where he immediately opened the fridge and got himself a beer. He sat down at the table there, worried.

What kind of trouble was she in, anyways? Running drugs? He sniffed, recalling the old days when he had been just as deep in that shit. He couldn't help but think a fat line of coke would really hit the spot right now, along with a big bag of weed. He drank his beer. She must have ratted out the guy she was moving the drugs for, that was the only way she was free now. Would they know? How connected was this guy, anyway? Were they in danger? His heart started thumping in his chest.

He went to his room, reached under the mattress, and found his gun. A big motherfucker, illegal for him to possess due to his own record. He made quick work of checking it. He kept the .45 clean and in pristine condition. It would kill anyone dead who came after them.... and then what? They'd be on the run. Like it or not, he would never let his little sister rot in jail.

 

[Kitta]

Rachel showered thoroughly, washing the grime of prison and the emotional turmoil away. She felt much better once she was clean but couldn't feel completely right knowing that she'd caused so much disruption to her big brother. The magnitude of what she was asking hadn't occurred to her before he told her everything he'd put on the line to help her.

She dried her hair and pulled on her dirty clothes, looking forward to picking up her stuff. She looked a bit more like her old self now, just tired and worried. Rachel was going to have to give statements and evidence to convict the friend who had sent her on the errand. She recognised that he wasn't really a friend and that he had put her in real danger. It wasn't until she walked into Mikey's room and saw him with a gun that it hit her, she was still in danger and now she'd dragged Mikey into it.

She sat on the bed next to him.

'I'm sorry for dragging you into this. I really hope you won't need to use that.'

 

[StFornicate]

He looked at his sister and frowned. "You and me both, kiddo," he said. He finished his beer, draining the can quickly. "Let's go get your stuff," he said, tucking the gun into the back of his pants. "We'll get some food too," he said.

They headed back out, stopping for fast-food in a drive-thru along the way. Mikey kept his eyes peeled all the while. He was getting paranoid. If this fucker she ratted out was who he thought he was, they were in real danger. She directed him to her apartment, he parked the truck and they headed up.

The door was open. The place was ransacked! "Jesus," Mikey said, looking around. "They are coming after you. After us," he said, with a scowl, grabbing his gun.

 

[Kitta]

Rachel stared dumbly at her ransacked apartment, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. Her possessions were smashed or thrown around. Her furniture was torn apart, her clothes thrown around and her personal papers had been taken. It looked like wild animals had been let loose in her home.

'I have to go to the police. Maybe I can go into protective custody and they'll leave you out of it?' she said hopefully. Mikey already seemed to hate her, this wasn't going to help matters. She gathered up what clothes and essentials she could find and shoved them into a backpack. She looked at the shattered remains of her life, the home she was about to lose and the memories she had made and sadly turned away.

'Thank you for everything Mikey, I don't expect you to stick with me now.'

 

[StFornicate]

"Hurry up," Mikey said. He had the gun out now, holding it down. This was bad. Really bad. He knew more than enough about things, from his own time with the wrong crowd.

And this was really bad.

"Rachel, if you go to the cops, you're dead. How do you think they knew to come after you? This guy's got deep connections and deep pockets." He peered out the door, scanning down the hallway. "We have to go. Now."

He grabbed her arm and pulled her along, making for the stairwell instead of the elevator.

He had a decision to make. Well... no. There was no decision. This was his sister, and he had been remiss in his duty to protect her all this time. So it would be his job to protect her now... to protect the both of them.

Down the stairs, out the door. He looked at the truck he'd spent so much time and energy saving up for... and with his elbow bashed in the window of the old Cutlass parked next to it. He opened the door and got in, unlocked the passenger side, and quickly, efficiently went about hot-wiring the old beater.

"Now, Rachel. Come on!"

 

[Kitta]

Rachel knew he was right. Chances were that no matter what she did now, Mikey would still be in danger and although he hadn't been a perfect older brother, he was the only one she had and that was going to have to count for something. She followed him out of the building and approached his truck, the sound of breaking glass made her turn to see him climb into her neighbours Cutlass.

Confused, she got in with him. Mikey clearly knew what he was doing. He had experience of dealing with people like this and he was the one who was going to keep her alive. He drove off quickly and checked constantly for anyone following them.

'I'm so sorry Mikey. I had no idea this would happen. I can't believe I've dragged you down with me.'

 

[StFornicate]

"Just shut up, god dammit!" Mikey spat, driving through the city. He pulled up to his bank's ATM. He slid his debit card in, punched in his pin, and took out all the money he could.

They took to the road. They drove past his house, and it was clear there were people inside who shouldn't have been there.

I've lost everything, he thought... At this point, he was just happy he had his gun! The clothes on his back, a few thousand dollars in savings. It wouldn't last long. He looked over at his sister. This was all because of her! He clenched his teeth and anger, gripping the steering wheel til his knuckles went white.

They got on the highway. Night was approaching. They headed west. It wasn't long before they came to an freeway interchange, another small town. Mikey got off the highway and parked at a pharmacy. "Come on," he said, "bring your bag." They went inside, he grabbed a basket and started grabbing essentials. Toothpaste and toothbrushes, soap and shampoo, fresh underwear and socks for himself, as well as a hair-bleaching kit, some shaving razors and scissors. He paid for it all and they left.

"Give me your cell phone," he said, pulling his out. "Now, dammit."

 

[Kitta]

Rachel sat in a sullen silence as he drove. She felt awful and wracked with guilt for what was happening but Mikey clearly had no intention of letting her apologise and feel at all better about it. She realised that this was selfish of her but right now she had nothing else to cling to and no-one else to turn to. The only person she had in the world right now hated her, she felt very alone.

She followed him round the store, hugging her bag to her body as he picked up essentials. She couldn't help but admire how purposeful he was, he knew exactly what he needed and although he was clearly angry, he was also calm.

Outside she handed him her phone, knowing she wasn't getting it back. By running from the guys who came to her apartment, she knew she was skipping on her bail and now running from the cops.

She had nothing and Mikey owed her nothing, he was only with her now because she'd put him in the picture. Some sister she was.

 

[StFornicate]

He took the phone, cracked it open, pulled the battery out and threw it all in a trash bin. He did the same with his own phone. "Come on," he said, grabbing her arm, clutching the bag of things from the store tightly, and led her across the street to a McDonald's fast food restaurant.

They went inside and got some food, sitting near a window. Mikey seemed to be looking out the window the whole time. They finished eating, but sat there for a while longer. Finally, he looked at his sister and spoke.

"Listen, Rachel... you're gonna have to trust me, okay? We're on the run so we have to go off the radar. Off the grid. It's not gonna be easy, but... I've got a pretty good idea what we need to do. Okay, time to go."

He led her out, not waiting for her response. Led her around back, got in another car. Hotwired, and on the road. They headed west at the interchange, and drove for hours in silence. The car belonged to an employee, who had just showed up for his shift. Hopefully it wouldn't be reported stolen til they were across state lines...

 

[Kitta]

She followed like a lamb. His confidence and determination reassured her that he knew what he was doing. He could keep them safe and he wasn't going to abandon her. She was going to have to make herself useful soon though. He had done everything so far.

She offered to drive when he got tired and they kept heading west. No stopping or talking for hours and hours of roads. They filled the tank with gas when it needed it but everything was in silence. Eventually Rachel could take it no more.

'Mikey, I want you to know that I trust you. I'm not going to do anything to make this worse. That's all.'

She looked at him to see if he would answer. The half light threw his features into contrast, he was an attractive guy, Rachel hoped he hadn't left a girlfriend behind to worry about him.

 

[StFornicate]

"Good," was all Mikey replied. The road rolled on beneath them as they drove through the night. They crossed the Kansas state line into Colorado. A few hours later they were climbing the Rocky Mountains and into Denver.

A cheap motel on the outskirts of town as the sun was rising... clearly not the nicest place. Seedy. He parked the stolen car in the back and they went in to get a room. Paying cash, giving the names "Mister and Mrs. McCarthy." He led her to the small room; just a single full size bed to sleep on. They dropped their bags and he collapsed, exhausted on the bed. He peeled his shirt off.

"Let's get some rest," was all he said. His mind raced with plans. Too much to do. He needed a drink. Bad.

 

[Kitta]

The silence was driving her to distraction. He couldn't bear to talk to her and she felt a cold loneliness settle in her stomach. All they had was each other and Rachel needed companionship, his brisk manner made her feel isolated.

Rachel looked about the small room, it was dingy and smelled musty but beggars can't be choosers and she sat on the edge of the bed, next to Mikey who laid back. She pulled off her shoes, jeans and shirt and got into the bed wearing a vest top and her underwear. She rested but couldn't sleep, nervously watching the door and starting at every sound.

 

[StFornicate]

He had kicked off his shoes as well, and stripped down to his boxers, and lay beside her in the bed. Just as he would drift off to sleep, she would startle at some perceived noise. It was then he knew: she was truly terrified.

As well they both should be. He rolled onto his side, draped an arm over her, pulled him against his body. "We're gonna be okay," he said, a whisper in her ear, trying to reassure himself as much as her.

"You've always wanted to travel, right? See the country? We're gonna do just that. Put all that bad shit behind us." Her back was pressed against his chest. He held her tight. "Just get some rest, Rach."

 

[Kitta]

She relaxed, his calmness washing over her as he held her reassuringly.

'Yeah, just because we're in mortal danger doesn't mean we can't have a fun vacation.' she joked hollowly but he held her tight against his chest, making her feel safer. She hugged his arm to her chest for comfort, accepting his gesture.

The tension left her body completely and she drifted into sleep, knowing that he did care, at least a little.

It was full daylight when she awoke, Mikey's arm still holding her in a warm embrace. She lay still for a few minutes trying to work out if she had woken naturally or if something had roused her. Nothing suspicious happened and she was happy to lie in comfort until Mikey woke.

 

[StFornicate]

Mikey fell asleep soon after, though he was quite aware of the way she pressed his arm against her chest, just under her breasts. His sister had always been an attractive girl, certainly, and as she had grown up had developed quite nicely. He cuddled her close as they drifted to sleep, her butt pressed into his crotch.

Nothing sexual, of course. She was his sister, after all. But his body couldn't deny how nice it felt to have a firm, round, female butt planted firmly against his loins. He hadn't been with a woman in quite some time. And so he would have been a bit shocked and embarrassed when he awoke with quite the hard-on rubbing into his sister's butt!

He didn't come to completely at first, though. His body nestled against hers, and he rubbed himself against her butt, her tiny underwear. His hand seemed to act instinctively, groping one of her breasts as he pressed this perfect female form against him, still asleep and dreaming...

 

[Kitta]

It wasn't until Mikey moved that Rachel felt his hard cock rub against her buttocks. She paid no attention, knowing that morning wood was just a natural thing that couldn't be controlled. It was still nice to be held.

She did react when his fingers closed around her breast, groping her and causing her nipple to harden. He seemed to still be asleep so she wasn't angry, she just moved his hand down to the safer area of her stomach. He clearly needed his rest but she was sure this something they could laugh about later. She gently stroked the back of his hand as it rested on her. Things seemed better all round after a sleep.

 

[StFornicate]

Mikey groaned, rolling over finally, his eyelids fluttering open. He rubbed his eyes and pushed himself up, acutely aware of his morning wood problem. "Hey, Rachel..." he muttered, rubbing his head.

"Okay, so... I think I've got a plan. First things first, we gotta change our appearance. You're gonna bleach your hair blonde, and I'll shave my head, for starters. We got the stuff for that. We need new fake ID's, too. Then we're hopping on a bus and heading to California. I've got a couple friends out there who are off the grid who may be able to help us," I said. I sighed. It was a lot. The ID's would be the hardest part, but he knew how to ask the right questions in the wrong parts of town.

 

[Kitta]

Rachel nodded, she'd already realised why he bought the hair dye yesterday. She climbed out of the bed so as to let Mikey retain his composure, no need to let him know she'd noticed his erection.

She set about using the home dye kit whilst in her underwear and soon her long tresses were a uniform ash blonde. Not so bright as to draw attention or look unnatural but very different from the dark brunette she'd had before. She rinsed off in the shower and washed herself at the same time. Looking in the mirror felt strange now, she dried her hair and checked for any bits she'd missed.

Mikey went into the bathroom and she dressed in the bedroom, pulling on clean jeans and a tight t-shirt.

'Do you need any help with your hair Mikey?' She'd cut hair for her boyfriends before and could do a neat job shaving awkward spots. Keeping busy, she packed up their bags to be ready to go.