“Brody, stop.” Her voice is small and her words short from trying to catch her breath. “Don’t be like him.”
I still at her words and hold her ankles hostage with my belt in my hand. “Like whom?”
“Justin.”
His name coming out of her mouth drives my anger to wipe my mind clear of all coherent thoughts. I flip her over and feel the Monster press against my skin. Her arms are now crossed at her wrists and they look strained, painful even. But I hold him inside and shake my head, he can’t have her this time.
“Oh god.” She sobs and shoves her face against the headboard.
Her shoulder blades are bunched together and her back is arched beautifully, good thing she was always a flexible girl. I remember watching her dance and wishing my hands were on her body. Now, I’m giving myself the gift of our first dance together.
While still holding her ankles, I let my pants drop to the floor and watch as they pool around my bare feet. When did I take off my socks? Was I even wearing any? I wiggle my toes and frown at their frigid temperature. I shake my head to clear it of any distractions and focus back on the girl writhing in my bed.
I stroke my cock once, twice, and give the head a hard squeeze. This is what we’ve been waiting for. I push her ankles until she’s propped up on her knees and she lets out a sob with a low whine.
“It was always supposed to be you and I, but you had to go be a whore, didn’t you?”
“You hated me, Brody.” She sobs around her words.
“Yes, but you still belonged to me. I’ve watched you fuck just about everyone, Kail. Just like the slut we knew you always were.”
She’s whining about something or other as I crawl up the bed and kneel behind her. Her ass is firm and round, pointed straight up at me. I run my finger through her slit and find her dry. It makes me want to rage and slap the shit out of the soft skin that coats this pristine ass. Make it shine a nice red hue.
I spit into my hand and rub it along my cock, it’s not my problem she can’t get off. The thought of another dick in her should have her squirming with anticipation, none of this whining shit. I grab both of her ass cheeks in my hands and laugh when she tries to wiggle away.
“I would suggest not fighting me,” I spread her wide and spit down onto her pussy, at least I’m wetting her. “I like it when a girl has fight.”
“Just like your brother.” She snarls and looks at me over her shoulder.
Her red rimmed eyes and snot dripping nose makes me grin as I slam myself inside of her. There’s resistance, my saliva does little for lubrication, and her scream of pain shouldn’t be the sweetest melody to grace my ears. Her screaming sobs shake her body and the motion has her grinding my cock with perfect pressure.
Surprisingly, she’s not as loose as I expected. She’s wrapped around me like a vice as I begin to pull out and work my way back in. Her pussy tightens and she screams again.
“Hurts?” I ask as I withdraw and thrust back in.
She doesn’t answer but the wetness beginning to coat my cock is astounding. This time when I thrust back in her sob ends on a soft moan. I don’t want her enjoying this and it angers me. We wanted her to suffer, right? The internal answering roar has me gritting my teeth, molars clashing, and saliva pooling. Hold it together.
My hands grasping her ass cheeks tighten and I know the hold is bruising. She begins to scream with pain again and the Monster is mollified back into his cage. I unclench one hand and crack it against her bruised ass once, then twice, only to hit it a third time. I grin at the sound of her sobs renewed and hum at the mottled red-blue of her ass.
Her hands are fisted and crossed, pressing into the headboard. With every thrust, they bounce and I hope they’ll have nice welts, too. All branded by me, all swollen because of me, and her pathetic despair-my gift.
When her cries start to die down, I begin to feel the rush of pleasure, I lose myself in the feeling and pull out just in time. I watch as the squirts of cum decorate her back and congratulate myself for my control. I never want my cum mixed with the others’.
I get off the bed and head into my bathroom.
“You’re just leaving me here like this?” She screams after me. “You rape me and leave me here.”
“Shut up, whore.” I call over my shoulder. “I felt how wet you were, you fucking enjoy any dick in you.”
I slam the bathroom door and hum along to the sounds of her cries.
“Glad you could come by,” his smile is eerie and his hair is dripping water onto his black shirt. “But now’s not a good time.”
“I need to know that she’s okay.” I stick my foot in the door and cross my arms over my chest.
Brody’s bigger than me, sure, but I would put up a good fight and he knows it.
“She’s fine.” He exhales, “we spent the night talking and she’s sleeping in my bed.”
I run my hand over my face and shake my head. “I had to tell the others you're back.”
“Obviously.” He shrugs.
“They know she’s here with you but they won’t let her stay long. They will come looking for her.”
“They won’t when they find out she only wants to be with me now.” His grin is sinister as he’s kicking my leg out of the doorway and slamming the large wooden slab in my face.
I’d bang on the door and demand he open it if I knew it would work, but out of all of us, I know this fucker the best. He would relish in the sounds of my distress and listen to it like it was a piece from a symphony orchestra.
I back away and look up to the second floor. All curtains are pulled tight and I exhale a heavy sigh. Brody always was her first pick when we were kids, he was her hero and best friend all wrapped up in a handsome package.
I get on my bike and fly down his large driveway, hitting sixty in seconds. If she really did choose him over us, then the guys and I need to accept it and try to move on. It’ll be hard to see them together but it’s her choice in the end.
To think, I just broke up with Faith, too. It’s a foul thing to think that way, I know, but I am used to getting regular pussy and I need some kind of outlet or else my past creeps back into my consciousness. I know breaking up with Faith was the right thing to do, I shouldn’t have cheated on her and I should’ve done it right after kissing Kailey the first time. Again, I was just thinking about my constant need to bury the thoughts that threaten to incinerate me from the inside out.
None of us four have had an amazing childhood, but each of us has handled it differently. Caine became dark and broody, answering with his fists more often than his words. Cooper became the center of attention, needing recognition to assuage his loneliness. Brody lost the battle with his mind and succumbed to the shadows surrounding him. And I, well, I began to work my brain like a weak muscle, constantly working it out and toning it to perfection. It’s my deadliest weapon. I did it because I needed it to work for me and not against me. Not replaying every rough moment of my childhood.
I pull into the guidance counselor’s bungalow where we all have been congregating since finding Kailey missing. Looks like everyone is still here waiting for me to bring back the news. After we found out Kailey left with Brody willingly, the guys and I have tried to piece together everything.