Her Secret (Open)

poohlive said:
Scott


"But..." Scott said, his voice scared and reasonable, almost sane, "It wasn't just that we saw you doing that. That's almost understandable..."

If nothing, Scott wanted to turn the knife in all of their backs, make it more painful than necessary. His eyes betrayed nothing, though, in fact, it even looked hard for him to say what he was about to say.

"It's just that... he had you down... like, like he was hurting you. And calling you such names, and... did he hurt you? I mean, were you forced to do that, Amber? Do you want us to call the police?"

I look at him shocked how could he even suggest that David would force someone or that I was unwilling.

I mean I give you that it looked bad, me being all tied up and stuff but I had wanted it, i had wanted him.

"No he didn't force me, god why would you even suggest that he would, who cares what you saw you should know him better after all you guys are friends."

I look at Ginny I hear and I listen waiting for her to finish her words.

"Sorry Ginny, I never told you because I never knew, I mean we were just hanging out having a drink, we came up to get away from the crowd and watch a movie things just kinda happend, I sorry you had to see it." I'm not sorry it happened though I say to myself.
 
Ginny was feeling very awkward suddenly and she hated how her brother wouldn't even say anything. He was just looking down on the ground with his arms folded in his chest. She continued to stare at him, wanting him to speak but he wouldn't. It was as if his dominance suddenly slipped from his psyche..

"David, why don't you say something? Why stay silent?" Her emotions were rising and she couldn't help it when her voice became a bit louder. She glanced over at Scott and noticed that it was he who was beginning to take control of this situation. He moved in closer to her, his body just barely touching hers.

"Look, I'm going back down to the party. You guys can hash this out together. I have been through enough in the past week as it is" She shot Scott a glance and then headed back down the stairs. She couldn't help the fact that she was a bit jealous of Amber being with her brother. It shouldn't bother her but it did. A few tears fell down her cheeks but she quickly wiped them away. She then stood back in the kitchen again and tried to gain her composure before things spiraled out of control...
 
Scott
"Hey... I'm," Scott paused his thought as Ginny rushed downstairs, "I'm just going by what I saw. And I saw you tied up, unable to move. It's one thing to share a moment but..."

He had said too much though, he raised up his hands, showing Amber he was more than willing to concede that she had won.

"Maybe you just like that sort of thing though. Ok. He didn't force you. I'm sorry. I should have gotten Ginny out of there sooner. She saw... a little too much."



David

David wanted to go after Ginny. He thought about it. When she yelled at him bright red marks came up on his cheeks, but still he refused anything. God, what could he say? No words even came to his mind, how could he...

And Scott wasn't helping anything either. Calling the police? Had it been that out of control? David thought back, what he had said, what he had done. Tied her up? What had he been thinking? Forcing her? Calling her names?

It was wrong, he knew that now. All of it, wrong.

He waited until Ginny was down the stairs before he followed. He brushed by Amber without a second glance.

"I'm sorry," He whispered to her, running down the stairs.

He caught Ginny just at the bottom, seeing her try to mingle into the party. Instead, he took her hand, holding it in his own.

"I'm sorry," He said, again, trying to hold back everything, but it was coming out anyway, "I'm sorry... it was all of a sudden. She wouldn't let me go make popcorn and then..."

And then he tied her up and forced his cock deep inside of her?

"Please... I didn't mean to hurt you. If you'd have told me not to, I wouldn't have. I don't want to hurt you, I really don't."
 
"I'm sorry" he says as he brushes by me to chase after Ginny.

I watch him go, what else could I do, this was obviously nothing more then a mistake to him. I slump against the wall, noticing Scott still standing there. Why didn't he just follow them or soemthing, I wasn't in the mood for him, god he had already seen and heard to much.

"If you'll excuse me" I say as I walk past him heading for Ginny's room. I had to get changed, the weekend was blown and I just wanted to go home.
 
Scott didn't know what he was going to do until she brushed passed him. He could see a smoky silken glint coming from her eye, and it woken him. All of a sudden he felt alive, the world around him coming into razor sharp focus.

He hadn't been sure until that touch just now. Brazen and alone, her touch as if he were nothing more than a passing weed along her way. He remembered touches like that, touches much worse than that, touches with the belt, the teeth, long fingernails scraping across his back, cigarette embers kissing his bare skin.

"Wait..." He said, and all of a sudden his hair was in his face again. It moved, from back behind his ears, flopping over to almost mask him, almost make him nothing more than a shadow.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said such things. I assumed too much. I never should have seen that to assume anything."

He followed her into the other room, it surrounded him. Ginny. Her essense, her presense. He could feel it corroding the walls with that innocence he had taken not too weeks before. His eyes fell on the bed, imagining her sitting there, laying down after having taken a shower, her hair still wet and warm, her eyes unable to blink, her body raking at the pain that throbbed inside of her.

He felt himself become rock hard, turning his attention from Ginny's ghost to Amber's slender form.

"It's called submissive," He said, and he was quiet now. Yes, he was. Scott knew how to play the game now. He was going to trap her, going to use her, take her for everything she had, slip it away from her the way a knife filets meat from bone. Whatever was good and pure in Amber he had to have for himself.

"I read about it, in a couple of books in college. Some of the more interesting classes," He gave a shy little giggle. He was shy, just a shy warm comforting boy who wanted to help some girl past an awkward situation. Trust him, reach out to him, bleed for him.

"Some women like the idea of not being able to move... of a man, you know, taking over the situation. A reluctance on her part. It's very psychological, but very intense. The few women I've talked to say it is the best they've ever had."

Something in Amber's eyes just then. Was that guilt? A wave of passion? Had he struck a chord? Oh, don't tell Scott that David's little act of playing Dom with a couple of belts was the best this poor little thing has ever had? They had so much to learn, he had so much to teach her.

"We can talk about it, if you like... I mean, I don't know you and I know you don't know me, but... I just want to help. However I can."
 
"Wait"

Scott says as I walk past him.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said such things. I assumed too much. I never should have seen that to assume anything."

At that I turn around and look at him about to say something instead i shrug and walk to Ginny's room.

Walking over to her chair I pick up my over night bag, and head for her bathroom.
Thats when I had noticed Scott had followed me down the hall.

"It's called submissive," "I read about it, in a couple of books in college. Some of the more interesting classes,"

I hear him giggle shyly like I was the one talking out of hand, but I stood there with my bag in my hand waiting for what ever wlse he planned on saying. All the while noticing something strange about him, it was almost as if he were trying to hide himself behind his hair, I hadn't notice before cause it had been pulled back but know it was falling over his face masking him.

Some women like the idea of not being able to move... of a man, you know, taking over the situation. A reluctance on her part. It's very psychological, but very intense. The few women I've talked to say it is the best they've ever had."

I look at him guilty of having the desire to be dominated, tied up and used, I had always had fantasies about it and today I had gotten a taste of what it would be like.

"We can talk about it, if you like... I mean, I don't know you and I know you don't know me, but... I just want to help. However I can."

I look at him thinking he seemed so nice, so inviting like he was my best friend, then it hit me my best friends kinda sorta boyfriend or at least that is what David had implied was going on.

"Um thanks for the offer Scott but I really think that I hurt Ginny enough today without her finding us in her bedroom discussing the finer points of submission, dominance and S&M."

I look at him and smile a little kinda pissed at David for leaving treating me like I was a mistake, but understanding how much he wanted to make things alright with Ginny.

"Do you mind excusing me, I have to get changed and then I'm heading home, tell Ginny I well come say good-bye well you?"
 
"Go home? No... come on."

He closed the door behind him. A simple move in its own, as if he wanted them to have privacy to talk. He did want them to have privacy, what he planned on doing to her couldn't be peeped in from the other room.

Unlike David's little fun with her, his wouldn't be very cooperative.

"Let's talk. You've got David who barely wants to talk about it, your friend Ginny who would rather it never happened, and you're just going to go home and sulk about it? You said so yourself, you did nothing wrong. So, why are you acting like you did?"

He sat down on the bed, brushing the space to his side, inviting her to come and sit down.

"I tell you what, give me five minutes. We talk, openly and honestly, and if after that you still feel like you want to go home, you can. Ok? Just five minutes."

He looked down at his shoes, working his fingers back and forth in some nonsense pattern. It looked as if he wouldn't hurt a single little fly, why would he? Some nice kid, would probably go into a rational conversation about why the fly should leave the house.

Nothing less, nothing more.

"I like that," He said, again his voice small, one eye searching for her behind that forest of hair, "I met a girl a year ago, she taught me a few things. She was really into that. I didn't know I was until... we tried it. It was intense."
 
Ginny was talking with one of their cousins when David approached her. She looked at her brother and then excused herself taking him into the laundry room to speak privately with him.

He grabbed her hand softly and then apologized. Looking into his eyes she smiled softly. "David, I know you are sorry. I am sorry too. I shouldn't have just barged in like that." She then pressed her body up against his and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I just never saw you like that before. So..so.." She hesitated but then said the word. "Dominant" A slow smirk played across her face but then quickly disappeared.

"I also didn't know that Amber enjoyed it that way either. It was quite a shock to see the both of you doing that stuff. I never knew you had it in you to be like that" She then rested her cheek against his chest. "I don't want Amber to go home. I want her to stay here for the weekend. Shes my best friend and I love her like family. I hope she isn't angry at me. I want us all to have fun this weekend".

She looked up at him again and took her index finger and began to lightly rub her brothers cheek. "Nobody will ever know our little secret David. It will always be just between you and I. We have something special. I can still remember the first time you looked at me like that when we were younger." She smiled then. "Nobody can ever take that special place away from us."

She then began to wonder what Amber and Scott were doing since they were both alone upstairs. It didn't even hit her that Scott was stalking his new prey and about to strike.

"I love you David. Please forgive me" She then brought her head up and pressed her lips against his gently...
 
"It's ok... it's ok. You have nothing to be sorry for," He returned her kiss, sweet and simple, feeling her push into him. She felt good, her weight resting just the right way. His arms came down to hug her, but instead just lingered around her waist, holding her firm to him.

"I'd never done anything like that before. It just... I don't know, it just happened. The more I did the more Amber wanted. I didn't meant to upset you, if I'd known you would be upset I would have never touched her."

His own sister. He cared for her so deeply, wanting to see she was ok, and everything was right. Maybe that is what has been bothering her these past two weeks, maybe she just needed to find comfor in his arms again.

She had been sleeping in his bed more than usual.

He squeezed her, "I know... what we used to do. Is that why you've been acting so weird these couple of days? Because you were thinking about us and what happened?"
 
"Go home? No... come on."

I see him close the door as he walks further into Ginny's room, I felt slightly uncomfortable, but thought it was because what he had just witnessed.

"Let's talk. You've got David who barely wants to talk about it, your friend Ginny who would rather it never happened, and you're just going to go home and sulk about it? You said so yourself, you did nothing wrong. So, why are you acting like you did?"

I looked at him a little shocked but still I could not denie the truth of his words. I watched as he walked over and sat on Ginny's bed, the bed I had shared with Ginny on countless occassions. He patted the spot beside him as if he thought I was just waiting for the invitation to sit next to him. Still standing there with my bag in my hand I staired at him. Wondering why he thought I would discuss such personal issues with him.

"I tell you what, give me five minutes. We talk, openly and honestly, and if after that you still feel like you want to go home, you can. Ok? Just five minutes."

I watch as he looks at his shoes, looking oh so innocent, and sweet almost to sweet, i wonder if this i a game or if he really is just a nice understanding guy who wants to help out.

"I like that," He said, again his voice small, one eye searching for her behind that forest of hair, "I met a girl a year ago, she taught me a few things. She was really into that. I didn't know I was until... we tried it. It was intense."

I look at him catching brief glimps's of his eyes through his fall of hair.

"okay maybe just five minutes."

I remain standing there by the bathroom door, but I drop my bag to lean against the wall.

"today with David that was the first time I ever let a guy treat me like that I am usaully so dominant, I guess what I was really after was a change in pace, something new, something exciting," I look at him again trying to gage his response.
"and David was there and I like him, we've known each other forever so I figured I could trust him not to really hurt me, i guess I just knew if I needed him to stop he would of."

I start fidgeting with the hem of the spider man shirt wondering why i was telling Scott all of this.
 
"But part of you wasn't sure?" His voice heavy, carrying a lot of meaning behind it. The question held poised in the room, like a dagger brimming with poison, eager to find some unwilling victim to touch.

Touch and kill.

"Part of you wasn't sure if he would stop, and that turned you on more, didn't it? Knowing you might not be able to tell him no, you might not be able to stop it, if you wanted?"

Women, whores, sluts, fucking cunts who deserved what they got. It was all the same. They needed to be fucked, they secretly wanted it. Each girl had this fantasy inside of her, begging someone to fuck them, screaming no when their slick cunt walls begged for cock deep inside.

He rose up, moving towards her, calm, serene, quiet in the room. The air seemed too heavy. Almost like you could walk on it. He swam towards her, his fingers oh so light against her neck.

"It's not so much about sex, as the power. You have to let go of that power, and the guy... the guy takes it all. You give it to him, and he just uses it. You let go, and I catch you."

The fingers on her neck rubbed gently, as he began to smile at her. His smile too wide, his teeth showing, that chaotic smile of a man gone mad, and loving the wonderful new feelings it brought.

"Is that what you want?" He asked, pushing her up against the wall, his soft fingers now hard as steel, burrowing into her neck as he shoved up against her. His other hand came up between her legs, parting her thighs, opening them up just for him.

She was still wet.

Good.

"Yes, you fucking cunt, that is just what you want."

His whole hand was around her throat now, threatening to choke if she even started to scream.
 
"But part of you wasn't sure?"

I hear him say, I denie to myself the truth in his statement, he was speaking of rape, that was not what i had wanted I knew David would have stopped......didn't I?

"Part of you wasn't sure if he would stop, and that turned you on more, didn't it? Knowing you might not be able to tell him no, you might not be able to stop it, if you wanted?"

My head was shaking now denieing his words, my body trumbling, I start to feel like I had judged him wrong that I told him to much, did he think that I wanted to be forced, that i would enjoy it???

But maybe just maybe somewhere in the back of my mind I was excited by the idea, the lack of control, the abuse, but was I really, would i survive a night like that, would i make it through unscathed???

I see him get up, he walks towards me, part of my screams.....RUN...RUN.....but my feet stay firmly planted, some part of me wanted to know how far he would go, what he would do or say next.

"It's not so much about sex, as the power. You have to let go of that power, and the guy... the guy takes it all. You give it to him, and he just uses it. You let go, and I catch you."

My eyes go wide, he was implying what i had thought, and I was still standing there, my back against the wall, my face growing paler by the second.

Then he reached out his fingers grazing my neck, i swallow, not knowing what would come next, both excited (shamefully) and scared of what he might do.

"Is that what you want?"
He asked as his hand tightened around my throat pushing me back into the wall, with a force that was shocking, pressed against the wall I denied him, shaking my head, my breath coming out in gasps.

Thats when he stuck his finger up my top, sliding it into my still slick pussy, my eyes widened, in complete understanding of what was about to happen, he planned on rapping me, right her in Ginny's room.

'oh god, oh god' i thought how would I stop this, could I stop this??

"Yes, you fucking cunt, that is just what you want."

I could feel his hand around my throat, the threat behind it, my eyes watering as I begin to cry softly, making as little noise as possible, i am shakingmy head denieing what he says, the hurtful accussation that i wanted him to do this.
 
Ginny loved the feel of her younger brother holding her against him. He was quite strong even though he was very lean. "Well, I can't stop you from being with Amber. I mean if you like her I guess you guys can be together. It's just that I didn't think you guys even really noticed each other. I mean obviously you knew each other existed. Amber has been my best friend for years but I just didn't think that you saw each other in a sexual fashion before. When I saw what you two were doing it sort of...bothererd me" She shrugged and then sighed.

She then looked up into his eyes and blushed at his question. True, she had missed being with him and sharing those special moments together but that wasn't the real reason why her personality suddenly changed. She bit her lip and then looked down unable to tell him the truth. She wouldn't. She would keep it a secret. Forever if she had to.

"Well, although I do miss us being together, it isn't the reason why I have been acting strange lately" She didn't know what to say suddenly and she struggled with her words. "What..well.." She then looked back up at his face again. "What do you all know about Scott? I mean whats his home life like? How were his past relationships with women?"

She didnt' know that her best friend was about to be raped right in her own bedroom upstairs by the same boy who raped her last weekend.

Ginny's body shuddered when her mind suddenly replayed a few scenes from her ordeal in the woods. "Hold me David. Hold me tight" She rested her face against his chest and closed her eyes telling herself over and over in her mind that she couldn't say a word. She had to make Scott look like he was innocent. It was probably all her fault anyways. She probably deserved it. She shouldn't have been so trusting.

"Everything will be alright. I am okay, really I am" But she didn't look at him after she said it...
 
It had started so slowly, the pursuit, the catch, and now that he had her here it could not happen fast enough. He knew she wanted it, from the moment she did nothing more than cry softly against the wall. She didn't want to scream, didn't want to fight him, she simply had to deny to herself that it was what she wanted.

She could fight it all she wanted, he was still going to take it from her.

His fingers found that slickened sweet slit. It felt worn, used from the fucking she had just been given. He plunged into her, not even giving her a chance to readjust. He roughly shoved them inside of her, over and over, fucking her, two big fat thick fingers opening her up.

"I know," He whispered, harsh words against her soft skin, "I know you want it. I know you're nothing but a fucking cunt. You have to fight me though. I want to help you with your fantasy. Let me rape you."

Slamming her against the wall, pushing into her, his hard cock against her thigh. His hard muscular body pressing into her, grinding on her, letting her feel everything, the true power he had. He would take everything from her, whether she liked it or not.
 
David

"Shhh... Shhh," He held her, his large arms coming to hold and hug her. She shivered under his touch, and he didn't know why. He bit his lower lip, wanting so much to help her, to fix her, and unable to do anything. All he could do is hold her tight and hope whatever happened she could work out on her own.

There was some hope though. She was asking about Scott. Something must have happened between them, something special. He had seen them holding hands, when she was peeking in on him. She saw how close they were. Now, she was asking questions about him.

Something very important must have happened.

He felt happy about that. Maybe Scott could help her through whatever problem he couldn't.

"I don't know about his family. He doesn't talk about it much. He mentions his dad every now and again. He is very nice though, friendly. You've seen how he is. And cute, I've heard girls say he's cute. He could have his pick of any lady he wants. But, he really doesn't go out much. He likes to spend his time alone."

A soft kiss upon her forehead, to help keep the troubles at bay.

"Why? Do you like him? You know... it's ok to go out with him. I don't want you to hold back because of me. I want you to date, I want you to find someone special."
 
poohlive said:
It had started so slowly, the pursuit, the catch, and now that he had her here it could not happen fast enough. He knew she wanted it, from the moment she did nothing more than cry softly against the wall. She didn't want to scream, didn't want to fight him, she simply had to deny to herself that it was what she wanted.

She could fight it all she wanted, he was still going to take it from her.

His fingers found that slickened sweet slit. It felt worn, used from the fucking she had just been given. He plunged into her, not even giving her a chance to readjust. He roughly shoved them inside of her, over and over, fucking her, two big fat thick fingers opening her up.

"I know," He whispered, harsh words against her soft skin, "I know you want it. I know you're nothing but a fucking cunt. You have to fight me though. I want to help you with your fantasy. Let me rape you."

Slamming her against the wall, pushing into her, his hard cock against her thigh. His hard muscular body pressing into her, grinding on her, letting her feel everything, the true power he had. He would take everything from her, whether she liked it or not.

When his fingers slide into me fucking me, at first i wanted to cry out that I didn't want him, to make him stop. but then I felt his hand squeezing my throat threating to cut off my air supply, I tried to force me head to the side as i closed my eyes, didn't want to see him, I could not look at him..

Was he crazy i didn't want this, I would not fight him give him the pleasure of thinking that this would be pleasurable for me. I could feel his errection against my thigh, his lithe form pushing me into the wall. In side my mind I crying out 'LET ME GO LET ME' but on the out side I was calm and collected, maybe if i didn't fight, maybe if I held my ground he would let me go, he would loose interest, something made me think that he wanted me to fight that this would not be good for him if I did not.

I lay me head against the wall eyes closed, body relaxed, taking shallow but calming breaths, not letting him see how scared i was, would my plan work, I did not know, but I knew i would never give him waht he asked for........justification for raping me.
 
She wasn't fighting at all. How sad, he had thought maybe there was a little something more in her. Something he could tease out, take from her, use as his own. She was so pliant though, letting his fingers wander everywhere, his cock burn against her inner thigh.

She had wanted this for far too long, she'd forgotten she needed to fight for it.

He would make her fight.

He grabbed her hair, pulling it back, her mouth caught open in a cry of surprise. Instead of letting it out though, he forced his mouth onto hers. A hard passionless kiss, his lips mashing into hers, tongue forcing its way inside.

The shirt, ripped from her body. Hard hands coming to take it off. Rip it against the neck, going all the way down her body, exposing such tender flesh to him. Any sort of barrier between them was now gone. She would be vulnerable, exposed, dying from desire, open to him on so many levels.
 
When he pulled my hair back I almost cried out, not having the chance once his mouth closed over mine, I almost bit down on his tounge, but desided that was what he wanted, he thouht that by hurting me he would make me respond, any response at this point would have been good enough for him.

I felt his hand leave my throat only to feel him tare my clothing from my body, eyes still closed I turned my head to the side, he had already scene me naked.

My body shuddered at his rough touch on my smooth skin, I hated it hated him, how could he seem so nice and then attack me like this what was his problem?? How could Ginny and David have been so wrong about him.

I thought once more to fight to struggle, but still i could not, would not give him the satisfaction of me struggling.

"I that wahts gets you off, you sick fuck, using women who don't want you, I know you don't think I want you, I well never want you." I whispered forcefully.
 
"Oh, I know," He spat back at her, hands running over her body now, pawing at her breasts, pinching and twisting those nipples of hers until they were swollen and hard.

"I know you don't want me, but you want this. You fucking whore. You haven't stopped me, you haven't even fought back, screamed for help? You want it to happen. You're just as excited as I am, to be raped, to be taken like this?"

He had to unzip, his cock so hard in his own pants, straining. He had just fucked Ginny not ten minutes before, but he was ready now. Ready for her.

He picked her up, turning her around so he could take her from behind, throwing her back against the wall. One hand on his own cock, guiding it between her legs, the other against her ass, spreading those wonderful cheeks.

"Such a beautiful cunt," He whispered lovingly into her ear, nibbling on her lobe, as his cock took one second to align between them and then rammed too hard and too fast deep inside of her used hole.
 
Ginny loved the way her brother was holding her so tight, so protective. She longed for his strong embrace. Taking in his scent she closed her eyes and sighed. She wanted this moment to last but they had to be careful. At any time their relatives could open this door and see what they were up to. She couldn't let their secret out. It had to remain between the two of them and nobody else.

David then began to talk about Scott and she listened intently. She wanted to get as much information about him as she could without making it appear that she was up to something. She looked up at him again. "What sorts of things does he say about his father?" She knew that his dad was the force behind all of Scott's raging madness. That man had messed up his son forever and Ginny was afraid that the little innocent boy who grew up to be an angry rapist would never be healed. It was a sad revelation that his soul would be forever lost.

"And what about the girls? What do they all say, well besides the fact that he is cute?" She blushed at that because she was guilty like the rest of them. Scott was definitly her type and she felt ashamed at her attraction towards him. She was always drawn towards the younger "pretty boy" types and Scott definitly fit that bill.

David then asked her if she liked him and wanted to date him. She froze and bit her lip nervously. She didn't know what to say at first. It caught her off guard. "Well, I..I don't know really." Something dark and twisted in her mind did want to see him but she pushed those thoughts away, back into the recesses of her already confused mind. "He's cute and all but I am not sure if hes ready for a relationship. I think he needs more experience in how to treat a lady" She then looked down. God she wanted to spill her feelings out to her brother and tell him what Scott put her through in the woods. How would she be able to keep the rape a secret? Could she keep it inside forever? It was already making her sick as it was.

"I just don't know David. I don't know" Frustration engulfed her and she felt like crying. Had to be strong though. She just had to remain strong. She then tried to turn the attention away from her and bring it on him. It was all she could do before more anxiety took control.

"What about you? Are you and Amber going to start dating now?" If only she knew that her best friend was being assaulted this very second. If only she knew...
 
So many questions about Scott. Something had to be up. Maybe he was a little naive about everything, didn't do well in some social situations. He was always funny though, life of the party sometimes.

And he really know how to take care of business.

David shook his head, "He doesn't like to talk about it much. That's a funny thing, his father. Like, he mentions him all the time, but if you ever try to ask him about it, he just shuts up or changes the subject. I don't think I know anything about his father, even whether or not he's still alive. Scott's kind of a mystery."

He had heard of the women though. Some of them said they had fantastic dates. They thought of him like a gentlemen. He even heard rumors Scott was pretty good in bed, and this coming from a girl you know is a lot more credible then from a guy.

No girl ever went out on more than a couple of dates with him though. Some girls didn't even go out after the first. Some didn't want to talk about it. He never got much info on that front, but then again he'd never asked.

One girl had tried to kill herself.

David shook his head, "Amber? I don't know. It's just, so new, you know? It happened all wrong. We were just upstairs watching a movie and we started fooling around and that just happened. IT was so fast. I never even asked if she liked me or if we wanted to date. It never came up. We were more interested in fucking each other's brains out."

Lewd language, but true. He smiled, looking down at his sister, "You know her better than me. Does she use guys for sex, is she like that at all? Does she like me? Am I reading too much into it?"
 
Ginny knew exactly why Scott didn't want to talk about his father. She nodded slowly and looked at her brother. "Perhaps his father did something to him to permanetly damage him. Maybe thats why he doesn't mention too much" She then bit her lip. She couldn't let her brother know that she knew this already. "I guess it doesn't matter really." She said with a nervous laugh.

She couldn't help but look at him wide eyed when he mentioned that the girls thought of Scott as a gentleman. Well, the girls had a point though. She thought of Scott as a real soft well mannered boy when she first met him at the gas station too. He must have everybody fooled because once his dark side comes out it is too late for the victims.

"One girl killed herself after dating him?" Her face went pale then. How many girls did he actually rape in his lifetime? He was only 18 years old. How long had he been doing this? "Oh my god. Do you know why she did that Dave? Do you?" Ginny knew exactly why. It was rather heartbreaking but still she kept her knowledge to herself.

She shook her head and then thought of Amber when her brother asked about her. "No, she doesn't use guys for sex. Shes always been pretty up front about things. If she likes somebody she will let them know. She doesn't play around. Shes got her heart and mind in the right place." She then thought about her brothers other question. "I am not sure if she likes you in that way or not David. She never said a word to me in the past so thats why I was shocked to see you two together like that. Maybe she has liked you all along and just kept it all a secret from me" She shrugged and then sighed.

Ginny pushed her body up against his harder and kissed his chest. "How do you feel about our relationship?" she said with a devious smile...
 
That was his sister, if nothing else she liked to be involved in everything. She thought Scott's father did something to her, just because he didn't talk to her. That couldn't be right. If that were true, Scott would be a psycho, and he's the most normal guy that David knew.

And the girl who killed herself? People just thought she was sad and depressed, although the week before she seemed really happy. She was very happy, until her date with Scott.

And then, then she got all sad and quiet.

Just like Ginny's been lately. He wondered, if she were thinking of suicide. He hoped not. He hugged her tighter, just to let her know he was here.

"I know, that is what's so weird. I feel like if she really liked me she would have said something, either to you or me. That's what makes me feel like it was just the heat of the moment. I don't know if she'll even want to talk to me now."

He looked down at her, smiling. She did feel good in his arms.

"You know how I feel about you. I'm just... I backed off because I wanted you to be normal, have a normal guy. I don't want you to stop your life because of me. If you knew your brother loved you like that? That you could never share it with anyone? I just want what is best for you."
 
Ginny smiled. "David, I think Amber will still talk to you. Right now though I think she is just a bit embarrassed by being caught plus shes afraid that I am angry at her. I must admit though that I did feel a bit jealous" She looked down with reddened cheeks. "Don't worry about it though, I think things will work out for the better"

She then looked up again and thought about what he said. "I know you want whats best for me. You aren't ruining my life just because of how close we are. No matter who I end up with in life there will always be a place in my heart for you" She then thought about the first time she caught him looking at her when they were younger. "You used to love to spy on me all the time. It was rather funny" She said with a giggle.

Her hands then moved up his chest and over his strong arms. She pressed her lower body against him eager to feel his cock. "Here we are in the laundry room. We could get caught. Isn't that a thrill David? Being with your sister in the laundry room while our relatives are so very close and could open the door at any given time?" She tilted her head back and pressed her lips against his in a firm kiss letting him know that she wanted him...
 
He felt surprised. They'd never done anything like this before. She'd always wanted to do things in the dark, after everyone had gone to sleep. She'd been scared of people finding out.

Here though, now?

It was the laundry room. He didn't think anyone would want to come in here, unless by some chance someone spilled a drink and wanted to wash it. Small chance, if anything.

And, he did want her.

He kissed her back. That new kiss of understanding and taking. He learned how to kiss like that from Amber. She had taught him the wonderful feeling of control and power. He kissed her like that, pushing her up against the wall, his fingers hesitant, caressing down her body.

"God I want you," He said, nuzzling against her neck. It felt good, to have her under him, against him. Her hard body pressing into him, her fingers running through his hair, down against the confines of his cock.

David slowly moved down onto his knees, looking up at her skirt. He pulled it high against her, up to her waist. She wore no panties.

He smiled, "Did you know we were going to do this?"

That somehow made it hotter. She'd been without panties all day, just thinking of him, his hard cock. He licked against her swollen puffy sex. His tongue snaking out along her slit. She was wet, very wet, he could see clear lines of juice running down her body.

Had all this happened in the matter of minutes? How excited must she be?

His curious tongue probed inside, parting those lips of hers.
 
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