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  Thank fuck. Saved by the bell.

  “Hi, Mr Greengross,” I add.

  “Scherri, don't you think you ought to call me Dad now?” he asks, good natured as ever and not noticing the glare from my mother at using the shortened name.

  She always said 'Sherry is a liqueur but my daughter is Scheherazade,' to anyone that dared.

  “Er, I guess,” I say.

  Only because it would be rude to say no. I just wish they were in love like they used to be and shut themselves off together to be alone. So Stick and I could do the same. I'm leaving here in just a few days and I want him to myself for every single second.

  “Well, I just came up to say goodnight,” my mother says, still eyeing me with that strange glint that makes me feel guilty even when I've done nothing wrong.

  Which of course now I am doing. If she tells Stick's father about her suspicions, I'm certain he'll disown us both. Because how would it go down with their circle of friends in the neighborhood if it became known their kids were hooking up?

  We say good night awkwardly to our parents and I know we shouldn't be doing this. I know that and my mother's beady eye only makes me feel dirtier for the way I feel about Stick.

  But when I get into bed after washing up, it occurs to me that she's always made me uncomfortable about my body and sex. I grew up believing it was dirty to let men have you. And even worse to want them back. When I should have been taught to celebrate my own natural desires.

  I writhe around under the covers, desperate to feel my pussy filled again. Needing Stick's hard fingers in my hope and stroking my agonized hard clit. An hour passes and still I can't get to sleep. I could get myself off but it feels like a waste with Stick just a few steps away. I'm considering the option of sneaking down to his room when I sense, rather than hear, a presence very close to my bed.

  “Fuck, you move stealthily,” I whisper into the darkness.

  “At least my training is being put to good use,” he grits out, before pulling my body through the dark to slam into his solid wall of undulating muscle.

  Chapter FOURTEEN

  Stick

  I need to be inside of her everywhere at once. I want her mouth and her pussy and her ass as well. All of Scherri is a complete addiction to me – a stronger continuation of what we had before. When we were too young to realize. Now we've grown into our adult desires and the urge to express how much I want her and need her is completely overwhelming.

  I could fuck her everywhere and it wouldn't be enough. So I wasn't about to endure one more night without her. I don't care what her mother thinks about it. Scherri was mine long before she ever hooked up with my dad. And now she's going to belong to me permanently.

  I tear back the bedclothes and find her half naked. Her tank top shoved up above her buoyant round tits. The nipples taut little buds pointing out eagerly to be pulled and twisted.

  “Were you playing without me, you bad girl?” I grit out into her ear before nipping on the lobe and tugging it between my teeth.

  “I needed you,” she moans. “I need you.”

  “Then you should have come down to get me instead of trying to manage alone. You wont ever be able to replace me, the feel of my dick inside you, pummeling your sweet pussy until you cry out.”

  “Oh god,” she moans with a more visceral cry, almost painful in her need. “Do it now. Quick. I want you inside me, Stick.”

  I don't wait to be told twice. I cup her full tit in the curve of my thumb and tip my head down to catch her puckered bud in my mouth. Both hands take her firm globes and mash them tight together so I can lap and lick across her hard pellets before flipping her over and yanking her PJ shorts down her thighs.

  “I ought to give you a spanking for starting without me,” I growl, eliciting a squeak of encouragement in response.

  “Next time, Sugar,” I announce smoothing my hand over her delicious rump.

  The urge to slap her warm flesh is strong but the potential noise is a deterrent. Instead, I reach between her thighs to stroke across her solid clit so she quivers against me.

  “Fuck, you're already dripping wet,” I say, almost cracking with pent up lust for her as I scoop her juices from her pussy mouth and rub them around her clit.

  “Now,” she pleads. “Now, please.”

  I pull my dick out of my sweats, the bastard is as hard as a diamond and half exploding with my seed. I position the round head in her soaked pussy mouth and she pushes back fiercely, edging me in. With a smooth thrust, I'm all the way inside her, her tight slickness gripping me along every inch of my prodigious length.

  “Fuck, you feel good, Baby,” I grit out, biting down so I don't blow my stack inside her too soon.

  “I love it,” she mewls, pressing back on her hands and knees, while arching her back to encourage me deeper inside her hole.

  “Yeah, I love it too,” I rasp, breath all jagged and only just managing to stop myself from saying it the other way.

  The need to tell her is almost as urgent as the need to come inside her delicious tight hole. I jackhammer into her pussy and she slams back onto me with equal vigor. We're a pair of beasts, going after the release as fast as we can. Her pussy leaks juice down her thighs. I fucking love how wet this girl gets for me. And I cannot resist rubbing some around her tight rear hole.

  Scherri strained against me earlier, when I circled my finger in her ass. But now, maybe because it's pitch dark, maybe because she's a crazed little glutton, needing me inside her everywhere at once – now she moans and bucks on my finger, urging me to push inside.

  “I want your ass too, Baby,” I husk.

  My balls are tight up against my body, loaded and ready to discharge or blow.

  “It's yours,” she mewls. “It's all yours.”

  I slide one finger an inch inside her and she lets out a gasp of shock. Then her dark hole tugs against me, dragging me inside. Her head throws back and I clasp around her neck, slipping my other finger into her mouth which she sucks on rabidly, the same way she takes my cock.

  With another thrust, I pass through the tight ring and am all the way inside her ass, her mouth and her pussy. Her tits are bouncing up and down and she's moaning on my finger like a banshee. I feel the contraction of her orgasm in her ass first, swiftly followed by a spasm in her pussy.

  “Come for me, Baby,” I husk, knowing I'm about to detonate so we'll come at the same time.

  She does exactly as I tell her and her pussy clamps around me, pulling the seed out of me in an explosion that fills her and leaks down her legs. My thighs contract as I come then turn to mush so I throw one arm around her waist to haul her back with me as I collapse on the bed, taking us into a double spoon with my still half hard dick inside her.

  Scherri is a heap of delicious soft jello in my arms, limp and panting.

  “Oh my god,” she whimpers, out of breath. “Oh my god.” She says it over and over again. “It's so damn gooood.”

  Then she says it again the next day when I need to fuck her, late in the afternoon. Scherri isn't wearing a bra, purposely to tease me until I'm half deranged with need. Her pointed nipples prod through the fabric sending my cock into a constant rage of lust. The pressure between us has been building all day but her mother is glued to us like a fucking limpet. Every time we have a few minutes alone, Lyndsey appears with some task, or other excuse to separate us.

  Finally, frustrated as fuck, I take Scherri by the hand and lead her through the front door and down the porch steps. I don't even give a fuck who sees us, not even her mother.

  “Where are you taking me?” she asks, her voice kitten soft. The tone that sends my dick twitching.

  “You know where,” I reply, taking her direct toward the swimming hole on the edge of town.

  She laughs happily and as soon as we hit our spot, she's tugging at my jeans to free my already bulging cock.

  “How do you want me this time,” she asks coquettishly.

  “I want you in every way pos
sible,” I growl, pulling her tee shirt up over her head so her tits bounce free.

  She stand there with her hands wide to the sides, her toe touching forward, like she's presenting a prize on a game show. I drop to my knees and pull her lips apart then lick the length of her slit with the flat of my tongue so she shudders then gushes over my lips.

  “Lie down on my clothes and spread your legs,” I tell her. “I wanna eat your pussy until you come in my mouth.”

  She flops down immediately and opens her legs to present me her glistening pink spread. I'd like to look at her and watch her touch herself but I can't control myself. I need her now. I bury my face into her warm, soaked pussy and shove my tongue all the way into her hole.

  She daggers her fingers into my hair to clamp my head between her legs as she tilts her pelvis up to roll my new stubble into her clit. I lick circles around her pussy mouth before plunging the tip into her hole over and over.

  Just like I demanded, she screams my name once I start stroking and circling her hard little clit point and with my tongue prodding her g-spot she comes undone all over my face.

  Chapter FIFTEEN

  Scherri

  Stick and I lie tangled up in each other at the water's edge for over an hour. Except it seems like mere moments. When we were twelve years old time also used to disintegrate for us like this. I figured it was part of being a kid, but now I get it. When you're with the one you're meant for, time stops existing. You can spend hours completely comfortable, talking or quiet, fucking or cuddling and whatever you're doing they pass way too rapidly.

  I can't help thinking about Stone and I'm sure Stick is too. How we lay on our backs looking up at the clouds while Stone scampered around in the water, then ran up the shore to shower us with coat spray. I wish he was here with us again. That would make everything completely perfect.

  “We should get back,” I murmur at last, wondering why. Because I'd much rather spend every instant alone with Stick.

  “Why?” Stick grunts, verbalizing my thought.

  He doesn't move from his back. One hand behind his head, the other arm wrapping me so his fingers caress the side of my breast.

  “Mother.”

  “Hmph.” Is his only response.

  “I know,” I say. “But I can't help it. It must be some kind of brainwashing from childhood that I'm all on edge if I don't do what she wants. You know she'd kill us if she knew.”

  “I don't care,” Stick replies, his free hand coming down to curl at a tendril of my mussed up hair. “You were mine before they ever started their affair.”

  “Yours?” I repeat, acting outraged but really I'm delighted. We're on the same page here. Stick felt the same as me back then. And feels the same now.

  “Yeah, mine,” he growls, rolling over and throwing his heavy thigh over my hip, then squeezing my breast possessively.

  I laugh and wriggle away before we go too far again. But my pussy is definitely aching with needy throbs that overtake the soreness from the pounding he just gave me.

  “Anyway we don't know how long they were at it in secret.”

  “Yeah we do,” Stick tells me. “I knew. I heard them in my dad's office when I came home from school. She came out with her buttons done up wrong.”

  “You never told me.”

  I yank my limbs out from under him and sit up. Suddenly I feel naked, my full breasts swaying over his face. I pull my tee shirt out from under his shoulder and tug it over my head, irritation flaring at every cell.

  “No. I didn't want you to be any more upset than you already were.”

  “Didn't you think it would have helped me to know?”

  “How?”

  “I dunno, maybe I wouldn't have blamed myself for her meanness toward me.”

  “Babe, you don't ever have to blame yourself for another person's attitude. That's on them, not you.”

  I get to my feet and pull my underwear on while Stick lies on his back watching me, his eyelids at half mast with renewed desire. Somehow that bugs me too. Him wanting my body right now, when we're fighting.

  “Are you coming?” I snap, ready to walk away.

  Only then does he get to his feet and catch up to me. When he takes my hand I tug it out of his grasp. Okay, I'm being a brat but I'm upset and still processing it. Stick reaches out and firmly clasps my hand back into his huge one, so his fingers hold me pinned and I can't tug away from him again. I surrender to him but walk in silent fuming, all the way home.

  As we approach the house we each naturally drop the other's hand. It's as if we both realize that our parents aren't ready to accept our relationship. Perhaps they never will be.

  “What is it, baby?' he says. “You've been quiet the whole way, talk to me.”

  “Honestly? Can I be completely honest?”

  “I thought we always were totally up front with each other. Are you still upset that I didn't tell you about our parents fling? I was only trying to protect you. I''ll always do that before seeing you hurting, it's just who I am.”

  “I know that. I'm sorry. But this is so wrong, Stick. I love you, but it's impossible.”

  “That's ridiculous, Babe,” Stick insists. “If we hadn't been teenagers it would have been you and I getting married before our parents ever even met. I'd have been married to you before my father snatched up your Mom.”

  “That's crazy talk,” I gasp.

  “Why's that, Babe?”

  “You mean you'd have asked me to marry you?” I feel my cheeks flood with heat. I must be bright red with sudden shyness.

  “Who knows what would have happened if you hadn't taken off so suddenly?” Stick shrugs.

  “You're still mad about that,” I say, only now realizing how much he must have suffered losing first Stone, then me right after. Everything he loved gone in the space of a week.

  “Judas Fucking Priest,” he snarls.

  “What? What is it?” I jump at the fierce tone in his croaked voice. My eyes fly up to his face and see he's fixed on some guy on a bike up ahead, parked outside our house. “Who's that?”

  The guy sitting straddled across the low slung bike looks dangerous. It's like he's holding the black and chrome machine clamped between his powerful thick thighs, which are wrapped in dark loose jeans slung low and held up by a heavily studded belt. His worn boots seem very big, as are the muscles rippling under the tight black tee. I can see the carving of every last ab through the fabric. He spots us and his face lights up in a grin. The man immediately becomes less badass, but still risky with that hint of something wild, never to be tamed, screaming out from every pore of him.

  “What the fuck are you doing here, Bro?” Stick says when we're ten feet away from the guy.

  “I was in the vicinity and I thought I'd stop by. See how the fuck you're hanging, Dude. It's been a while.” His voice all husky, like he's inhaled all the grit from the road.

  “You were in the vicinity?”

  “Yeah, well, I was in the next State and I thought, fuckit, let's take a detour to see an old army bud.”

  “I'm Jack Ettsy.”

  He sticks out his hand to me at last. His greenish eyes have been snapping from Stick over to me every few seconds, drawn back like he's falling into a black hole.

  “Scherri,” I tell him, reluctantly presenting my hand which he consumes in his huge one. Afraid that I may not get it back from his powerful grasp.

  At that moment Mom throws the door opens

  “Scheherazade, are you and your brother coming in or do you intend to stand on the sidewalk gossiping all day?” she hollers in her best classy voice, before adding. “You aren't here to socialize with boys. You came to visit your Grandmother.”

  “Ohmigod, you're- how did I miss putting that together?” I whisper, my eyes going round as I stare up at the rebel still clasping my small hand in both of his.

  His gaze fixed on me, ripping right through any barrier I might put up. “- you're Jacket.”

  Chapter SIXTEEN
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br />   Stick

  I don't know how I feel about seeing the guy I have such convoluted history with. But I know I don't care for the way he's looking at Scherri one fucking iota. Like he's the wolf and she's the innocent little lamb. The fucker cups both hands around hers so she's trapped in his grasp and I want nothing more than to slap him away from her. I've never been a jealous guy, or particularity possessive but now, no one touches my girl.

  “Put her down, Jacket,” I half growl at him. “You better come in the house.”

  Is it my imagination that Scherri's falling for that bastard's charm?

  “Does my fame precede me?” he asks her, when she catches on who he is, always a smart cookie.

  “I might have mentioned you in passing,” I put in, not allowing him to initiate some flirty conversation with her.

  “Yeah? Stick and me have got some backstory,” he tells her.

  “Oh,” she murmurs, so we both look down at her mouth rounded into a perfect O, so delectable. The kind of delectable you want wrapping your dick. “You call him Stick too.”

  “Yeah, on account of that whacking great big monster in his jocks.”

  “Jeezus, Jacket,” I grit out, wondering whether I could deck him right here on the walk, in front of Scherri's mother still standing at the door.

  “Sorry, Dude. Inappropriate talk in front of your sister,” he says with that shit-eating grin directed at her.

  I open my mouth to correct him on the issue but Lyndsey is eyeballing the three of us with heightened suspicion so I leave it for a later date.

  We head up the steps to the porch and Jacket saunters along, his hands shoved down in his pants pockets. Lyndsey looks at us like we've just rolled in shit and walked into her house, until Jacket turns his magic on her.

  “This is a friend of mine from the service,” I inform her. “We were in Syria together.”

  He extends his huge hand like a Prince at a royal banquet and clasps hers.

  “Jack Ettsy at your service, Ma'am. Big Stick never told me his mother was young enough to be another sister.”

  That smarmy bastard knows how to win women over in a few words and Lyndsey is no exception. It's not only the shaggy hair and beard, the eyes firing out tempting desire and the body you know is built for riding and being ridden. Sinful pleasure exudes from every pore of Jacket. If there was a poster boy for sexy, Jacket is it.