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(FINISHED)Summer Waters is afraid to be with her brother’s womanizing best friend because her brother is very protective, but she will come to find that they are too attracted to one another to stay away. View table of contents...

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Submitted:May 29, 2014    Reads: 1,207    Comments: 16    Likes: 13

Chapter 15: Fool in love

For the next few days, I kept myself focused on Liam. I wasn't able to actually speak to him. He wouldn't talk to me. He wouldn't talk to Imogene. He wouldn't talk to anyone.

Just walked around the house looking dead. I never seen him so down.

I knocked on the door to my mother's bedroom.

After a minute, it opened and her boyfriend Rene answered the door, completely naked.

I quickly turn my head trying to get the image of him out of my head. "Sorry! Is my mother in there?"

"Yeah. Baby!" He yelled before leaving out of the doorway.

I turned back around and my mother tied her robe up as she walked up to me with drowsy eyes, looking high out of her mind. "What?" She asked.

"You should talk to your son."

"Why? What's wrong with him?"

"He's…depressed."

"Because he just is. Can you talk to him? He won't talk to anyone else."

"And what makes you think he'll talk to me?"

"He loves you mom. We all love one another even if we can't show it right but I am begging you to please talk to Liam. Please?" I asked her. I never ask mom for anything. I was just hoping this once that she'd care enough to talk to Liam.

She sighs. "I'll see what I can do, darlin."

I nod my head. "Thank you, Rodney."

She nods and shuts her door.

I hope she does stand by her promise and talk to him.

I didn't know what to do about the situation. I mean do I call the cops? Do I call my dad and cuss him out? I don't know.

It was that, and the fact that me and Chris weren't on the best terms. And then Liam still wants Imogene. It was too much for me to deal with. I felt so alone.

All I wanted was the comfort of someone who I understood what I was feeling.

That's when a thought popped into my head. She may not know what I'm feeling, but she does know how to cheer me up.

And an hour later, I opened the door for Aunt Evie.

She brought over a box of chocolates, and a case of beer. We sat down on the living room floor while she cracked open a beer.

I grabbed one too and opened it.

"So you invited me over here," She clicked on her red lighter to light her cigarette.

I passed her an ashtray.

"Tell me what's wrong, baby girl."

I leaned my back against the coffee table. "I feel like I don't really know the people around me."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?" She asked.

"I mean everyone say one thing but do another and I feel like no one truly cares. Everyone is fake. I'm beginning to think that I shouldn't trust anyone. In the end, everyone is just going to fuck us over anyway."

"Whose us?" Evie asked.

"Me, and Liam."

"Sweetie, I'm really confused. You have to be more specific."

I grabbed a chocolate from the box and popped it into my mouth and chased it with a swig of beer.

I didn't want to say the words 'Liam was raped'. I didn't even want to think the words.

I felt his pain.

I put my beer bottle back down.

"Are we talking about Chris whose fake?" she asked.

"He's one of the people."

"Okay, whose the others?"

I took a deep breath. I wanted it to just come out on its own. But it wouldn't. "The others aren't important. I just don't want anyone to take advantage of me or my brother. I don't want him to stay with Imogene."

Evie's nose wrinkled. "He's back with her?"

"He proposed to her."

Her eyes grew wide. "Shut the fuck up."

"It's true."

"Where is he? I'm going to go kick his ass."

"He needs to be left alone, Evie. Any other time, sure, kick his ass. But not today."

"Summer, you need to tell me what the hell is going on. I understand that you're disappointed about Imogene, but why are you mad at Chris and what is going on with Liam?"

"Chris and me are dating, and he decided to open a strip club."

Evie raised her eyebrow. "What's wrong with that?"

"You wouldn't be pissed off if your boyfriend owned a club full of naked women dancing on a pole?"

"I'm too secure to be worried about my boyfriend cheating on me. But told from the perspective of someone who has trust issues, sweetie, if he wanted any girl in that strip club, he would get her. But he doesn't want them. He wants you. Everyone sees it. Everyone knows it. He's not playing games with you. He may be a player, but I have witnessed that he really cares about you. You gotta trust him. Not trusting him is going to push him away and you're going to end up losing him. Do you want to lose him?"

I shook my head.

"Then if you really care about him, believe in him. Believe that he would never hurt you."

I nodded my head. "Okay." I whispered.

She smiled and released some ashes from her cigarette and inhaled it.

I relaxed a bit more and ate another chocolate.

"So. Imogene and Liam."

"I hate her. She hates me. She still wants to fuck Chris."

"How do you know?"

"You should see the way she looks at him, Evie."

Evie shook her head. "That bitch is on a road to hell if she keeps on. I should slap the shit out of her."

I sighed. "Can't say I wouldn't let you."

"You don't think Chris would stoop that low again, do you?"

I shook my head. "No. When it comes to her, I'm more than secure. I'm a hundred percent secure. He doesn't want her. But she wants him, and she's taking advantage of how good my brother is. He is a good person whose been apart of fucked up shit," My voice cracked. I could feel myself becoming overwhelmed. "And it's so unfair, the stuff he went through. It's so fucking unfair, Evie."

She watched me as warm tears spilled out my eyes, first coming down one by one, but now coming down continuously, soaking my entire face and making my eyeliner burn my eyes.

Evie nodded. "Sweetie, you cry as much as you to. I'm not going to judge you. Hell, I'll cry with you." She said before releasing more ashes in her ashtray.

I nodded my head and cried for as long as I could, before I had no more tears left.

And when I didn't, my face felt so dry and stiff.

"Deep breath." Evie said.

I took a few deep breaths, and shut my eyes.

It definitely felt good to cry. Especially in front of someone who truly loved me.

I opened my eyes and grabbed another chocolate. "Is my makeup messed up?"

She nods. "Yeah, but you're still pretty if that's what you're wondering."

I chuckled and ate the piece of chocolate. And another before chasing it down with the rest of my beer.

I needed this. This little moment with my aunt was what I needed.

I suddenly heard catastrophe in the hall.

I leaned my head back to look at the doorway.

Liam came in looking very disheveled and messy. Like he hasn't been to sleep in a while.

I stood up.

"Where's my shoes?" He asked.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

He didn't answer me. He just began to look around, behind the couch, and under it.

He ignored me.

"Answer her." Evie said.

"I gotta go."

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Bar." He answered and he grabbed a shoe from under the chair.

"Can we talk first?" I asked.

"No," He glared at me. "You are the last fucking person I want to talk to."

His words cut through me like a butcher knife, and it struck me in my heart.

I walked up to him. "Liam, please." I placed my hand on his shoulder, and within minutes, I was on the floor, my heart beating fast from the sudden attack. He didn't hit me, he just pushed me hard on the floor.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Evie snapped.

She helped me to my feet and glared at Liam.

Liam shook his head. "Nothing. Everything is fucking perfect." His tone held venom as he turned and left the room.

I watched after him. Liam can lose control, but he has never, ever put his hands on me.

"You okay, baby girl?" Evie asked.

I slowly nod my head. "I'm fine."

"Why would he do that?"

I didn't understand it either. Unless he felt anti about me because I knew about his past. Now he wants to lose all contact with me because he probably feels like I look at him differently. But I don't. I love my big brother. Learning about him, and how he still stays strong regardless of what was done to him makes me just love him more. Instead of becoming violent towards me, I wish he would talk to me about it. But guys get defensive.

"Summer, I'm going to go talk to him and see what's wrong."

"He won't tell you."

"I'll make him tell me."

"Evie, he needs to cool down. Just let him cool down."

Instead of listening, Evie walked out of the room.

Oh god.

I followed the click clack of her heels.

She walked right out of the door, and up to Liam's car.

I waited by the door, hoping Liam wouldn't snap on her. Liam and Evie both had strong personalities so I didn't know who would win if it came to a fight.

Evie banged on the hood of his car.

Liam started it up but got out. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Don't you ever push your sister like that. I don't give a fuck what your goddamn problem is. You don't ever put your hands on her."

Liam walked over to the hood so he was face to face with her. He was a bit taller, and she was normally shorter than him, but she came an inch below him because of her heels.

"What is your problem?" She asked.

"I don't wanna talk. I want you, and I want her to leave me alone."

"Not until you tell me why you're going around having a goddamn mental breakdown."

He just turned around and got back in the car.

Evie began shouting and yelling at him as he reversed the car, and zoomed down the street in a blur, driving way too fast.

When he was already down the street, Evie turned and walked back into the house, a stern look in her face. An expression I rarely see her have on her face.

She sighed and slowly shut the door. "Did you do something?" She finally asked.

I shook my head. "He told me something and I guess memories came coming back and now he's angry."

"What was it?"

"Just some personal stuff. He doesn't want me to tell anyone. And I can't." It was pretty fucked up for me to tell Chris, and not Evie. But I was afraid to tell her. I tell her, everyone will know. Police, mom, everyone. Then dad's gone. I hate him, he deserves to be gone. But I need to talk to him about the situation. I don't know what to possibly say, but I need to hear these words from his mouth to see if its really true.

Because although Liam's change of behavior is evidence, it's still somewhat not sticking in my head.

"Wanna go somewhere to get your mind off of it?"

"Where is there to go?"

She shrugged and grabbed her phone from her jean pocket. "I'll find a place. Go take a shower in the mean time."

I nod my head and decide to take a bubble bath to relieve my stress. It did work to some degree. When I got out, I put on a cream colored lace strapless dress with a skinny black belt going across it. And along with it, I put on a pair of sparkly black pumps.

I placed my hair in a side pony tail so that my golden blonde hair fell on one side, down to my stomach.

I stared at myself in the mirror and moved my side bang from my brown eyes.

My door opened and Evie peeked in my room. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you. So where are we going?"

She came in more and leaned against wall next to the doorway and folded her arms. "So, did you know that your baby's strip club is already open?"

I shook my head. He didn't tell me that. Then again, he's pissed off at me so I don't blame him. Plus he probably thought I didn't care for his strip club. I cared that he officially owned his own business, but it being what it was, of course I was against it. "I didn't know."

"Feel like seeing him?" She asked.

I looked back in the mirror. If I told her no, I'd be lying to her. "Let's go."

The night sky was pitch black and filled with stars.

We've been driving for nearly an hour. It better be worth it.

"What is this place called?" I asked.

"Red Hot." She replied as she spun the wheel to go up a hill.

I rolled my eyes. Leave it for him to pick something so obvious in a double entendre type of way.

"Is it a lot of people there?" I asked.

She nods. "Tara told me it was a bunch of people there."

"So those girls must be damn talented then." I muttered dryly.

"What did I tell you, girl? Don't worry about it."

I nodded and sat back.

Once Evie stopped the car, I thought we were in the wrong area. I think of strip club and I think of shacks with a bar in one spot and strippers dancing for old crusty men.

But this place didn't look like that type. This was more than a strip club.

The place was glass. Pure glass, encased throughout the whole entire place. Everyone was dancing, and the bar was lighting up in different colors of the rainbow. The actual strippers were on stages, and rich looking men were watching them, enjoying them. The music was dubstep and everyone seemed to be feeling it, going wild and crazy, and jumping around like there was no tomorrow. And I could see this all within the car.

Evie chuckles. "Your baby knows what he's doing. Come on. He'll be happy to see you." She says before opening the door and getting out.

I slowly got out of the car and shut the door.

I made sure my dress was in place as I came around to Evie's side.

For the entrance, there was a set of glass stairs which led to the concrete ground. And on top of the ground was a huge water fountain that changed colors, and the water would spout out different designs. It was beautiful. This couldn't have all been done within a couple weeks.

We had to go up another pair of glass stairs to get to the door.

And a man guarded it like at every club.

"Name?" He asked.

"Are you serious? It's a strip club. Let us in." Evie said.

"Know the owner?"

"The owner is my boyfriend." I said.

"Yeah, right. It's too many people in here already. The owner told me not to let anyone else in."

I sighed. I don't believe this.

Evie released my hand and stepped up to the man, and looked up at him. "If I show you a tit, would you let us through?"

"I can't. I can lose my job."

"How is Chris going to even notice we're here? Did he count every single person that showed up tonight?" She asked him.

"No, but-"

"Make a decision, opportunity's closing." She said placing her hands on her hips.

The man looked down into her cleavage and then looked around; although I'm pretty sure regardless, we'll be seen. The club was made out of glass. Of course people will see.

"Quick, ma'am."

She nods and pulls her tube top down to show him.

He grins at her and she rolls her eyes and pulls it back up. "Now move aside. Let my niece talk to her boyfriend."

He nods, the smile still on his face.

Evie probably had the biggest breasts he's ever laid his eyes on. Everyone grinned when they saw her. Her breasts seemed to be gold mines.

He stepped aside and opened the door for us.

We slipped into the place and had to descend another pair of glass stairs to get to the club floor. What is it with all the glass?

I shook my head. It doesn't matter though, the place is the nicest strip club I ever seen, on TV or otherwise.

I ordered a drink for me. Nothing to get me too tipsy. I just sat in the corner. A nice touch was that the club was dark but there was lights within the furniture. And the seat I was sitting on was glow in the dark. I loved the hype vibe the place was giving off.

I sipped on my drink, watching the strippers as they danced to the music. I'll admit, they were doing a fantastic job.

But that didn't make me like the idea of the place anymore.

I actually rather be figuring out where Liam was. I wouldn't expect him to be here or to even know that the place exist.

A guy with a suit came over and sat next to me. The suit didn't fit him right.

He smiled at me, his teeth, not the straightest. Oh god.

"Hi, pretty lady."

And approaching me like that was even worst.

But I don't want to be rude, yet I kinda did.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Sarah." I said, twirling my straw around in my drink and looking everywhere but at the guy.

"My name is Kirk."

"So, why aren't you dancing?"

"Don't feel like it."

"Come on, I bet you're a great dancer."

"I'm an amazing dancer. I just don't want to dance."

"Fine then. We can talk."

"I'm a lesbian." I blurted out. Then I met his eyes and he raised his brow.

"Are you sure you're not….bi?"

"I'm positive."

He nods. "Well, okay then." He stood up and left me alone.

I could have admitted I had a boyfriend but with most guys, boyfriends don't matter to them.

The lesbian thing just works.

My eyes went to the middle of the dance floor and Evie was having fun dancing with a guy behind her, and a girl in the front.

I smiled. I'm glad she's good.

"Summer?" Tara came over to me, and Chase was right behind her.

"Hey guys."

"Hey, isn't this place amazing? Chris did a good job with this. I'm coming here every night. Aren't you having fun?"

I nodded my head and put on a fake smile. "Time of my life. Have you seen him?"

"For a second. He looked all sexy and sophisticated in his suit. But had that sexy bad boy look on him."

"I'm right here." Chase said.

She looks to him and grin. "Stop." She looks back to me. "Why don't you go find him?"

I shook my head. "No. I'll find him later. I just want to sit for now."

Tara nodded. "Okay. You alright?"

I shook my head. "No. But go out. Have fun."

"No. Not if you're upset."

"Trust me, I'll be more upset if you stay. Really, go have fun, kitty."

Tara sighs and leans down to hug me. I hug her back and she kisses my cheek before going off with Chase.

I love how much they seem to really trust one another. Why can't I have that relationship?

I took another sip of my drink and looked around for that beautiful face.

That beautiful blonde hair and those seductive and sexy hazel eyes that just undresses you completely. But I couldn't find him.

I sat back and crossed my legs and looked back to the strippers. The moment I did, that was the moment my heart stopped. Not only that, but I felt the heavy feeling of humiliation, and anger weighing down on me.

Chris was on stage dancing with three half naked girls.

I never stood up so fast in heels. I walked to the dance floor that led up to the stage and I glared.

"Summer?" Evie walked to me and then looked in the direction my eyes looked.

Everyone else was a blur.

All I could see was red.

Evie sighs. "Fuck. Chrissy boy, you fucked up."

I walked up to the stage and watched him, chugging down a bottle of liquor and continuously dancing with the girls, allowing them to touch him wherever they pleased.
This is what Chris does. This is where he belongs. With these girls, and a million more.
He doesn't belong with me. It is not in Chris's blood to stay with me. I want him. But the real Chris was never meant to have one girl. Sure he's been infatuated with me for years, but that seemed to all go out the window as I lay eyes on him. He was Christopher Clarkson, the player.

His eyes suddenly met mine and he stopped. As if I didn't see him.
My eyes had already watered up. But the tears didn't spill out until the moment his eyes met mine. He dropped the bottle on the floor, breaking it, but his eyes didn't leave mine.

"I hate you." Was all I could say before running off.
I found my way out of the club and onto the street. It's times like this where I wish I had the guts to leave this town. Not have to deal with any bullshit, and just leave. But that can't happen. I'm too young. And I have nowhere else to go. Then again, I could start living with Evie in Paris.

"Summer," Chris came out and stepped in front of me but I turned away from him. "No, I don't want to talk to you."
"I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. You were having fun with those whores up on stage so just keep doing it."

"That's not fucking true."
I turn to face him. "So then explain it to me. I'm going through shit because of my brother and instead of comforting me or showing any bit of remorse, you're dancing on stage with bitches with big tits. I honestly hope it was worth it."

"Summer, stop."
"Stop what? Telling the truth? Now you don't have to tell Liam anything. There's no point."
Chris's limo pulled up. "We're done." I whispered.

Chris didn't say anything. We both watched as his driver opened the door.
Chris shook his head and grabbed my arm. "No we're not." Before I knew it, I was in the limo and he shut the door.
I glared at him. "Did you not just hear me?" I asked.

Chris ignored my words. When his driver got in, he told him to drive around until he said otherwise, and then he rolled up the glass to give us privacy.
I was about to pull for the door handle but the limo had begun moving already.

Chris grabbed my hand from the handle. "Stop, and just listen to me."
"Summer, I was just dancing with those girls. I don't give a fuck about them. Don't you know that?"

I sat back in the seat and folded my arms.
"You let every tiny insecurity get in the way."
"Fuck you, Chris." I muttered underneath my breath.

He sighs. "Tell me what I gotta do."
"Nothing. Don't do anything. You're going to fuck up again and I'm done. I'm done with the drama, Chris. All the fucking girls want you, they can have you."

"No they can't. You are the only one whose got me. You will always be the only one, Summer."
I shook my head. "You're lying." I whispered.

"Oh so naïve." He shook his head in shame and unbuttoned his blazer and shrugged it off.

"What are you doing?"

He threw it aside and leaned over me as I sunk down into the seat. My hands went to his chest to stop him. "Don't. Don't use that as something to get me to come back to you because I won't."

"So I lost you?"

"After seeing you with those girls, absolutely."

"No. No. You got me, and you want me."

I did but…fuck it's getting hot in here. I was now laying on the seat, Chris above me, his hazel eyes looking into mine. I could see, and feel how turned on I made him by my rejection. And I had to reject him. He showed that he had no type of respect for our relationship.

"I don't want you." I breathed, yet because of the way my body felt, part of me knew that I did. A big part.

"Yes you do." He whispered, sliding his hand along the side of my thigh and lifting it to hook around his waist. "You want me, and you want it."

His voice was low and rough, and it made my body react immediately.

I breathed deeply, trying to keep myself from losing control, and just diving my fingers into his blonde hair and kissing him hard.

But when I felt him tear my thong, that's when I knew I was in trouble. And he did it in a way so I couldn't detect it. Because if I had known, I would have stopped it.

It made a snapping noise as he pulled it off of me and threw it to the floor of the limo.

Now my bare behind was laying on the cool leather seat of his limousine, and I was hot for him. No matter what I say, or how hard I try to resist, I just couldn't.

Chris pulls my dress up and reaches down to push down his pants, and his boxers.

And I'm not thinking straight at the moment like I should.

I'm just hungry for him.

I'm not thinking about the fact that it's going to hurt, or that I should be so pissed at him right now, all I could stand to think about was how badly I needed him inside of me.

He grabbed onto the handle of the door and slid inside of me, grunting as I cried out in pain. I closed my eyes. God, it hurts, but I don't want him to pull out.

I whimpered and opened my eyes. His looked into mine, only for a moment before he kissed my lips.

He kissed me slow, and passionate, savoring my flavor as I savored his.

And when he pulled away his eyes said the words I needed to hear. I love you.

And that was all I needed to reassure me that I loved him back and this was where I wanted to be, in his limo, underneath his body.

I grabbed onto his hair and pulled his mouth back to mine, kissing him aggressively, and entwining my legs around him as he began to move.

His pace was in the middle between slow and fast. Not achingly slow, but not fast as if he was in a rush to get it over with. It was as close to sweet as he's ever gotten with me.

He kept one arm down on the seat to hold him up as his other hand caressed my jaw.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him, neither can I control my heavy breathing.

He's looked into my eyes during sex before but this look meant something entirely different. Deeper.

He was claiming me, and my body as his. No matter how angry I get, how much I say I can't stand him, no matter what everyone else says about him, he knows as well as I know that there is nothing at this point that can keep him from me and vice versa.

The pressure inside me slowly began to build up, and my body was suddenly aching for my climax.

"Chris, faster please." I whispered.

He shifted his weight and grabbed onto me, burying his head into my neck as he pumped faster, and harder into my body, hitting the right spot inside of me. Gasping in shock, I grabbed onto his hair and onto the back of his shirt as he fucked me hard. The back of his shirt was fisted into my hand and I squeezed my eyes shut as my climax rose. Oh god. This was it.

Chris grunted softly in my ear, moving faster in pace.

My breathing grew deeper and my body had begun to reach it's peak.

There was no stopping it.

I was tearing at the back of his shirt and squeezing my eyes shut as it hit me hard, deep in my groin.

I tossed my head back, screaming and crying out as I came around him. My back arched and my toes curled. It was like a wave throughout my body, starting from head to toe.

While feeling that euphoric feeling, I felt Chris twitching inside of me. I held him close to me, knowing he was about to reach his climax. He growled, bit down on my neck and he shoved himself in once more and stilled as he came.

I panted softly, gasping for air as my body started to calm down.

I wasn't able to move.

Chris's relieved moan was so sexy, it made me want more.

I relaxed more onto the seat and my fingers played in his hair.

He hasn't moved yet, and allowed me to play in his blonde tresses.

I slowly opened my eyes, and at first I saw stars, but then my vision cleared, and I was staring at the ceiling of the limo.

I sighed and my fingers moved from his hair, to his back.

Chris slowly pulled back enough to look at me, that beautiful, satisfied look in his eyes.

I bit on my lip as I looked at him.

"You should know by now that it will never be over between us." He breathed.

I shook my head and brought his head down to meet my forehead. "Never." I whispered back.

I began to think about the times we had together, even before we ever got together. How much I pretended to hate his guts when really, I wanted to be around him. I had to pretend back then that him showing interest in other, older girls didn't bother me. And then the little petty arguments we got in were me in secret crushing so hard over him, I would just start them just to have his focus on me. And now to think through the years we known one another, we're like this in the limo, and that's when I had to decide I had to choose Chris. I loved my brother. I loved him dearly, but I couldn't let go of Chris. I just couldn't.

Me and Chris laid across the seat, half naked, holding one another.

"That was a fantasy of mine, you know." I said.

"What was?"

"You fucking me in your limo."

"Really?" He smirks.

I nod my head. "Yes."

He kisses my head and then the bridge of my nose.

"I must look like a mess." I sighed.

He shakes his head. "No. I like how you look after sex. Disheveled, worn out…because of me."

I grinned but then it slowly disappeared. "We didn't use a condom." I whispered.

He lets out a slow sigh. "I'm sorry. It was a heat of the moment thing."

I nod my head. It was. And I can't blame him for that. I can only blame myself.

I can only think about a future family. Something I know Chris isn't ready for.

I bit my lip and buried my head in his chest.

When the ride was over, we stopped at my house.

I was so tired out from him fucking me, I couldn't stand.

I had my arms locked around his neck and my face was buried in his neck.

"Harry, I'm staying the night with her." I heard Chris say to his driver.

I think his driver nodded in return and Chris carried me up the stairs, through the concrete pathway to my door.

"Key." He said.

I reached into my bra and gave him my key and locked my arm around his neck once more.

He used one hand to unlock the door, and he pushed it in.

And when he did, he stopped.

I looked up at him to see why he stopped.

He was focused on something straight ahead.

I turned my head and met eyes with Liam.

His eyes were red.

He was obviously drunk, yet the look in his eyes said that he knew.

Chris slowly sat me down on my feet.

But he grabbed my hand, refusing to let me go.

Liam was glaring at Chris. It was a murderous glare. The kind of glare that should make someone probably take a few steps back. But Chris didn't. He stayed where he was, holding my hand, not backing down to Liam.

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Synopsis: Max, a bright but pathological voyeur, sets out to expose all the town’s dirty, little secrets, only to capture a shocking affair that throws his practice into question.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction borrowing characters from the Pokémon universe, which is trademarked by The Pokémon Company. I do not claim ownership over any of the characters or settings and make no money from publishing this story.

WARNING: This work of fiction is Rated MA and only suitable for mature audiences. It may contain explicit language, adult themes and graphic descriptions of a violent and/or sexual nature.

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by j.j. scriptease

Chapter 5 – Show and Tell

May rested the back of her head on Norman’s lap, who had sat cross-legged on her mattress. She couldn’t see her bedroom ceiling through the dark but heard rainfall drumming on the roof louder than her own thoughts. This was not how she’d expected her last night in Petalburg to go.

She felt a large but tender hand stroke the damp hair sprawled over his lap. Norman, Norman, Norman. What was she going to do about him? His commanding presence made her heart all warm and fuzzy, and not entirely in a fatherly kind of way. He was a dangerous man, a fearsome Trainer, a strict disciplinarian, and yet she’d never felt safer or freer lying in his arms. Even as a little girl, she remembered thinking Mom had struck gold with him. Fast forward a decade, and here they were lounging on her bed together.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered huskily in the dark. His lips touched her forehead, sending a red rush to her cheeks he’d never see.

A gorgeous traitor. May couldn’t face her mother after what she’d done, after what she was likely going to do again before the storm was over. When Max had confirmed his departure date, she’d fast-tracked her own to avoid an empty, awkward home.

Then, somehow, Norman had made sense of this idea to elope on a pokémon journey. May worried she’d one day wake up in a tent alone after he’d have come to realise he was in a mid-life crisis and scampered back to his old life. But maybe she was worrying too much, thinking too far ahead. Maybe it was enough their epiphanies had conspired to thrust them into this tantalisingly twisted timeline. Maybe she was better off letting the adventure whisk them off to wherever it may. Maybe.

“The show must go on,” Norman said.

The ‘show’ involved him stretching his long arms across the bed, grabbing her round the ankles, and hauling her legs back so far her feet nearly grazed her ears. Her nightdress flipped onto her tummy and invited a cold waft to her nether regions. She posed the flexibility to bear the precarious position with mild discomfort. Then, at the foot of her bed, the Xtransceiver flashed back on.

Max’s ghostly face emerged in the spotlight aimed at her crotch. With her legs parted and pulled back, she could practically see the reflection of her thong in his spectacles. It was astonishing to observe how much of an interest he’d taken in her private parts. The crack in his persona ran deeper than the crack afflicting his right lens, giving him the appearance of a disturbed Poindexter.

May couldn’t help shoulder some blame for her contribution in shaping his perversions. After Dad abandoned them, and Mom dumped Norman, he’d been left no reliable father figure to look up to. May couldn’t have filled that void either but, as his big sister, she could’ve checked in on him more often or something? She’d been utterly oblivious. Her stomach turned remembering all the times she’d pranced about the house in booty shorts, or bra-less in skimpy t-shirts; had he been checking her out all along? Cripes. She didn’t want to think about it. She had enough to think about watching him check her out right now.

“What you’re looking at,” Norman said to Max, his deep voice booming overhead, “is prime punani.”

Oh God!

May wished she could bury her face in a pillow. She’d never get used to how Norman could so flagrantly talk about her body parts. Albeit, while jarring in the beginning, his vulgarity had grown on her, even got her juices flowing more often than not, but she’d prefer if he saved it for when her brother wasn’t in the room!

Oh, who was she kidding? Her relationship with Max had gone so far sideways who could ever see it coming back to the straight and narrow? Not only had he groped and slobbered all over her breasts, he’d literally tried to grab her by the pussy. If Norman wasn’t in the room, she still might’ve been fighting him off right now. He’d gotten stronger since they last play-wrestled as children but, like back then, she’d never let him get the upper hand. The only reason he could ogle her underwear right now was because she trusted Norman, and trusted that, in some roundabout way, all this might help her little brother outwrestle his perversions.

Norman pulled her thong up by the waistband, wedging a little of the scanty lace into her plump folds. “Looks scrumptious, doesn’t it?”

“Uh huh,” he mumbled mindlessly, with hungry eyes set on her lacey cameltoe and the wet blotch staining where her lips touched. For a second, she saw that unduly craze behind his spectacles again, that look that said he could drop the Xtransceiver and plunge his face into her crotch at any second. And with Norman holding her legs apart and firmly in the air, she’d be helpless to stop him. Thankfully, all Max did was stare intently.

“Pussy comes in all shapes and sizes,” Norman explained. “You can have a lot of fun getting to know your way around them. But here, let me give you some basics.” He scooted out from under her to join Max at the foot of the bed.

May enjoyed the freedom of stretching her legs for all of five seconds before Norman parted them again, this time spread-eagled with her sex and inner thighs facing the light above. Looking down, she felt as though she was on some sort of examination table, but with two stooges bearing down her womanly bits in lieu of a gynaecologist.

Norman so casually detailed how he loved the shape of her mound, the way her puffy lips hid her inner folds, the way her slit looked so cute, innocent and jammed tight. Max nodded along in supposed agreement. She didn’t know what to think about her little brother admitting he liked the shape of her pussy. Watching them discuss the ins and outs of her genitalia made her realise it was the first time she’d seen them on the same page since Mom dumped Norman. Who would’ve thunk bonding over their shared, inappropriate attraction to her would’ve been the sowing seeds for a potential truce?

May felt a finger pull the wedged lace out of her pussy and tug it to the side, leaving her open and bare to their scrutiny.

“Whoa…” Max gaped.

“Beautiful, isn’t it? And look.” Norman used two fingers to pry her fleshy folds apart and reveal the slick petals of her sex.

“So… pink…”

“Right? And you see how it’s glistening all long here?”

“That’s how you know they’re ready for it,” Norman hinted. “This sopping, little cunt is practically begging to be ploughed.” May blushed, knowing she had two males ogling her sex in an aroused state. “And see that pink button peeking out at the top? That’s where you can work a lot of magic. But,” he quickly added, “you have to work up to it first. Observe.”

Wait, observe? Observe what?! What was he going to –

“Ooh…” She felt something slick and muscly stroke the insides of her petals. May raised her head off the bed to investigate and met Norman’s lustful eyes peeking over her mound. He brushed his tongue up and down her sex while Max held the Xtransceiver over his shoulder to luminate his workspace. She hissed, struggling to contain the pleasure shooting to every extremity in her body.

Norman broke contact sporadically to enlighten Max on exactly where and how he was feeding on her plum. May grew increasingly frustrated every time he stopped to teach; could he just shut up and eat her out already? This was torture! She resorted to fondling her breasts for extra stimulation.

“And this,” Norman said, “is one of my secret weapons.” Raising his index and middle fingers in the air, he simulated a ‘come here’ motion. “Observe.” He pushed the digits through her tight entrance and applied the gesture to immediate effect.

May cried out uncontrollably. He ramped up the pleasure by simultaneously flicking his tongue over her clitoris. The double-barrelled attack had her squirming on her sheets, dying from intense pleasure. She sensed him about to pause for explanation, but forcefully locked her legs around his noggin to keep him focused. Sorry, Max! School’s out! Her orgasm couldn’t wait!

She grasped and clawed at the covers with outstretched arms. Max dug his fingers into Norman’s shoulder; watching the intensity rack her sensitive body was an intense experience in itself. She moaned and whined and cursed and pleaded for the expert tongue and digits not to stop. Whatever lust he’d failed to lap up dribbled down his chin to form a growing puddle on her bed. Her chest heaved in rapid beats as she twisted her exposed nipple. The onslaught on several erogenous points all at once culminated in a powerful orgasm that stole her breath and arced her spine off the bed.

Norman vacated her pussy and allowed her rigid form to cool back down on her sheets. Her tense thighs eased and loosened their grip on his cranium. All three of them needed a breather after that one.

Oh, Arceus. May covered her face with both hands. Can’t believe I just came like that in front of Max!

Her little brother was the first to speak and summed up the spectacle in one, breathy word. “Awesome.”

Norman gave a short exhale. “You’re welcome.” It wasn’t clear which one of them that was directed towards.

“Um…” Max itched the tip of his nose nervously. “Can I give it a shot, too?”

“No!” May blurted and threw down the nightdress to cover herself up. Gosh, why wasn’t he more unsettled about all this? Didn’t it matter even a smidgen anymore that they were blood-related?

At least Norman was on her side. Kind of. “No can do, Max,” he said. “That right there is daddy’s pussy. No one touches it but me. This demonstration was strictly for educational purposes. Hope you understand?”

“I guess…”

Norman glanced at the strain in the youngster’s trousers and sighed with pity. “All right, son, tell you what you can do. Get up there and give your big sister a good ol’ titty-fuck. I know for a fact she’s a sucker for them.”

“Yes, sir!” Max practically jumped out of his pants. He tossed Norman the Xtransceiver before pulling down his soggy trousers and green boxers in one go.

May wasn’t trying to look; it just so happened her one eye was glancing in that direction when Max unveiled himself. His little pecker was like a pink thumb with a hood protruding from his groin. She couldn’t tell if he was fully erect because, while his penis stood rigid and horizontal, his foreskin hadn’t retracted all the way. He moved a hand to hide it and May looked away awkwardly, hoping he didn’t think she was actually interested in seeing what he was packing (or not packing).

“Don’t worry about being hung,” Norman said. “You can still do damage if you use it right. And there’s always other stuff you can do to work around it.”

“Other stuff?”

“A lesson for another day.” Norman paused. “Maybe. Anyway, get up there and show her what you’re made of!”

“R-right…”

Oh dear, God… May fretted as he climbed onto her bed. Is this actually happening? Her worst nightmare, watching her little brother crawl over her half-naked body, his li’l wang dangling between his legs. He straddled her midriff and rested his junk on her abdomen. With her face turned to the side, she sensed him leaning over to look her in the eye, but she refused to reciprocate. Awkward…

“What?” she grumbled out the side of her mouth.

“Could you look at me for a second?”

“I just… I just want to tell you something.”

“Say it.”

“Look at me first.”

He sighed. “Fine. Well, I just wanted to say – and this might sound weird coming from me –”

“Jeez, Max, then maybe don’t say it?”

“You’re a natural beauty.” He did anyway. “I’ve seen what you look like first thing in the morning, last thing before you go to bed, and everything in between… you’re stunning… any guy would be lucky to wake up next to your pretty face. I kind of don’t blame Norman. If I wasn’t your brother –”

“Stop. Please.” She covered her ears. “You’re making this way weirder than it already is.” The last thing she wanted was to give him the impression this would become a regular thing. There would be no sharing the shower in the morning, no sneaking into her bedroom in the middle of the night and certainly no rumpy pumpy while Mom slept across the hall. He could get any such thoughts out of his head immediately.

“Okay,” he groaned. “We’ll do it your way. Let’s just get down to it, huh? One thing you should know though…” His voice suddenly took a dark, lower tone. “Norman didn’t say anything about the hole in your face,” he muttered dangerously. “When I’m done fucking your tits raw, you’re going to open that fucking mouth and I’m going to –”

She whipped a murderous glare his way, silencing him dead. Who the hell did he think he was talking to? He wanted so bad to be a mini-Norman it would be funny if it wasn’t sad. Ironic, too, given his supposed hatred for the man in years gone past.

“Aha!” Max said, suddenly cheery again. “There she is. Ah, you look nice today! Now we can start.”

May rolled her eyes after realising it had been a ploy to get her to look.

“What?” He said, innocently. “Can’t blame me for wanting to look in your eyes while I’m doing this.” He uncovered her remaining breast then parted her fleshy mounds to carve out a valley. May felt his little pecker sink into her bosom. Ew. He pushed her breasts together and enveloped himself with a carnal grunt. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this!”

The scary part: she believed him.

Max began pumping into the crevice of her breasts.

“Attaboy!” Norman encouraged. He walked to the side of the bed, bringing the roving light with him. “Get in there, son! Fuck the stuffing out of those big tits! Just remember, the only thing you want to avoid is –”

“…cumming too early.”

May counted five and a half pumps before she felt something warm and sticky ooze down her sternum. “Ew, Max!” His yellowish semen seeped into the small indent at the base of her throat before splitting down either side her neck. She sat up, forcing the flaccid, little prick to wilt out of her bosom.

Norman rubbed his forehead with disappointment. “That’s okay. Rookie mistake.” He handed the Xtransceiver back to Max. “Here. You’re benched, kid.”

Only five feet separated brother and sister. They sat face to face, Max on a vanity chair, May on the edge of her bed. A blue flash lit the stormy night outside her window. As she looked him dead in the eyes, sweat trailed down the bridge of his nose, threatening a slip of his glasses. His face was twitchy while hers appeared deadpan and locked in concentration. Because unlike Max, she didn’t have the comfort of a cushion underneath her.

May’s bare feet hovered a few inches above a bigger pair of feet planted on the floor, her thong dangling off one ankle. Her smooth, milky legs rested on tanned, hairy limbs; her supple thighs half the breadth of the muscular pair beneath them; she might as well have been sitting on tree trunks. Max’s light followed the conjoined set of limbs right up till where her nightdress curtained the juncture between their thighs. He didn’t need to see the hidden particulars to work out their configuration; her strained expression told it all, the story of a cylindrical peg and a small hole.

Norman was cloaked in the darkness behind her and only his hands and legs emerged into the light. He made for a rigid human chair, harder than a nail to sit on, but secure in his hands around her little waist. The bodice of her nightie lay heaped in her lap, and her large, naked bust reflected in Max’s spectacles. He had his sights jumping above and below her neckline, trying his best to hold their light source steady. It was incredibly hard.

Her open mouth grew wider and wider the lower she sank into her seat. She hit the bottom and a lurid exhale stumbled from her lips. Max thought he understood human anatomy pretty well and yet it boggled his mind how the tiny hole Norman had pointed out to him earlier could accommodate such enormity. The tight fit squeezed a grunt out of the enveloped man. Then May slowly raised up and slid back down all over again.

Max read her tentative rhythm as a means to readjust; apparently her pussy had tightened up since ‘daddy’ last ploughed it. Her cheeks were rosy but she dropped the ‘shy girl’ act in front of the Xtransceiver, though Max couldn’t tell if it was because she’d grown comfortable with him watching or was too preoccupied to worry about anyone sitting across from her. Max was delighted to be privy of this either way, only wishing he had the x-ray vision to see his sister splitting herself down the middle.

Suddenly, Norman decided he’d tolerated her leisurely cadence long enough. Trusting his ‘little girl’ was adequately adjusted, he forced her thighs wide apart to accommodate himself and ramped up the pace considerably. May went from grinding in his lap to bouncing on it relentlessly.

He slid his butt off the bed to intensify the angle of his thrusts then bucked his hips fast and hard. Max ogled as the man’s entire scrotum fell out the bottom of her nightdress and zipped right back in with violent slaps. His powerful thighs clapped the undersides of hers and thrusted her light body into the air, rocking her jiggly tits into motion. Cry after cry poured from her lips like a waterfall.

Max… couldn’t stop gaping. Norman might’ve benched him but, in doing so, also gifted him a front row seat to his sister’s reckoning. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Max while she wept with pleasure from the intense railing. So intense and in his face, Max could feel the energy radiating off the copulating pair, hear the union of their sex smacking right in his ears. It looked as though his ‘not-so-innocent’ sister enjoyed a good dicking as much as any slut he’d caught on camera. He started getting hard again.

Max didn’t know when he’d switched allegiances but he found himself secretly rooting for Norman. If the scrawny boy couldn’t do it himself, he’d take great pleasure in watching a strong buck obliterate his slutty sister. The man he once considered ‘dad’ really did him a solid on this one. Give it to her good!

As if reading his mind, Norman scooted back on the bed and dragged May along with him, holding her up by the waist while she balanced on her haunches. With their groins facing his way, Max could finally peek inside the mouth of her nightdress, getting his first glimpse of her pink pussy stretched to its limits. Norman was of such length that, even with his butt on the bed and her pussy several inches in the air, a part of him remained inside her. Whoa, Max thought, if she could fit that in there then she could fit anything.

Max watched with amazement as Norman’s entire shlong kept going up and up and up until his ball-sack slapped her hovering pussy. PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! He impaled her again and again to a chorus of high-pitched moans.

Before Max knew it, he was (shakily) holding the Xtransceiver in one hand and masturbating in the other. Seeing as penetration wouldn’t be part of Norman’s sex-ed curriculum, he might as well have helped himself to a finish.

Witnessing a live sex performance was undoubtedly the pinnacle of his short-lived career in voyeurism. Even if he’d been tempted to return to private investigating, he’d never get the same thrill from a computer screen in some cold, lonely room. Max was truly over it. And, perhaps, all thanks to the two unlikeliest people he could’ve ever imagined.

The light in his hand abruptly dimmed. His Xtransceiver showed the red, flashing icon of a dying battery. Crap! Their only light source had less than five minutes left in it and he wasn’t done yet. He didn’t want to be done yet. And, judging by the oomph in Norman’s thrusts, he didn’t want to be done yet either.

Max scanned the room for an alternative and got an idea when he reached the window. It wasn’t exactly sunny outside, but the hue of night could at least add some contrast to the room? He rushed past the romping pair and threw the curtains open. They were too busy enjoying each other to take notice. Faint-blue light filtered into the room, shading Norman and May’s contours with a sapphire glaze, and just enough visibility to walk back to his seat without stumbling over anything.

The Xtransceiver shut off. He thanked the device before placing it next to the wedding ring on May’s dresser.

Now, where was I?

The young voyeur was back on the sidelines watching Norman twist a handful of his sister’s hair in a fist whilst fucking her in doggy. Max loved seeing her on all fours like the Poochyena in heat that she was. Only a horny, little girl with daddy issues could fuck her mother’s ex-fiancé, twice, with no shame or protection. Max could not imagine the chaos that would ensue if Norman got her pregnant.

Granted, the Petalburg Gym Leader appeared to be in perfect control of his faculties, unlikely to finish a second sooner than he wanted to, wherever he wanted to. Max was jealous of the man’s stamina; two seconds inside May would’ve probably been enough to coax the cum right out of him, and have them all fretting over a potential incest baby. Norman had probably been right to bar him from his sister’s sweet pussy.

Max kept his wank-hand strong and upped the pressure to match the pace of the raunchy couple. But there was no keeping up with the Petalburg Gym Leader.

While he had the teenage girl bent over, he ripped the nightdress off her back and shoved her naked body face-first into the pillows. Then he laid his entire weight on top of her. She almost disappeared into the mattress but Max could hear her muffled moans as the large man repeatedly dropped his pelvis on her bouncy ass. When he got done planking May, he flipped her onto her back and hauled her feet right up to his shoulders, pounding her hard into the bed as her outstretched legs bobbled under his chest.

Max fapped faster and faster.

Over and above Norman’s stamina, Max was jealous of his strength and vigour, too, of the way he bullied May into any position he liked, then made her love each and every one of them. It might’ve been pouring outside but the real storm raged on that bed. May was tossed and turned and flipped and folded through a whirlwind of positions as Norman took full advantage of her young and bendable body. Max hadn’t been quick enough to seize her pussy. And he couldn’t pin her down long enough to penetrate her, let alone wrestle her into a full nelson and have her screaming in rapture like Norman did. Now that he’d put the camera down, maybe it was time to lift a barbell?

The next time he and May wound up in a tussle – if there was a next time – he’d for sure be the one standing tall after getting his way with her. He’d prove he could be just as passionate as Norman, if she let him.

Granted, not even the storm was as passionate as Norman, the patter of his thrusts louder and faster than the raindrops striking the window. He came down on her like lightning and sizzled her ass with thunderclaps. All the sleeping electronics made for an uncanny silence in which the ruckus from May’s bedroom was carried throughout the house. Heck, if the window were open, her erotic howls might’ve woken half the neighbourhood, and the crude plaps of naked bodies coming together would leave no mystery as to what was happening in that dark, upstairs bedroom.

After what felt like hours of Norman dominating his teenage sister, he lay back and allowed her to take the reins. As May balanced herself with both hands on his thick, broad chest, Max imagined what it would be like to be Norman in that moment, to have her slamming her wet heat down on him, to feel her ass bouncing on his upper thighs, to smell the sex pouring out her pores, to watch the undersides of her massive jugs flopping down at his face, to see the deep lust clouding her sapphire orbs. Max imagined his sister riding him so hard his cracked glasses would be rocking lopsidedly across his stupefied face.

He could dream…

And keep beating off in envy of the Gym Leader.

Norman held on for dear life while the vivacious youngster showed him what she was made of. His wife (soon-to-be former wife) hadn’t humped him this raggedly since they first got together, if ever. He’d taught his little girl well on how to please daddy and intended to bear her fruits for as long as she craved his manhood. This was just the beginning. Who knew where the wind would blow them tomorrow? If he hadn’t convinced her to let him tag along on her journey by now, nothing would.

In the throes of riding him to oblivion, her young and tight, little pussy squeezed on his shaft. “Oh, shit!” That was a new one! “S-slow down, baby.” He panted. “You’re going to make daddy cum.”

“I know.” She gave a dark, dangerous giggle. “I want you to. Mmm, yes… cum inside me, daddy…”

That was further than even he expected her to go. “May…?”

“Please…” She whined and clamped down on him even tighter. “Please, daddy… I need your cum…”

“May… that’s so…” Hot? He felt this sudden urge to empty his loaded sack into her young womb. It must’ve been a safe day if she was encouraging him to? Still, it was a crazy risk to take. And besides, he couldn’t be done yet. There was still one thing he needed to do. Mustering all his willpower not to flood her naughty, little cunt right there and then, he clutched her by the hips and forced her to stop.

“No fair!” She was panting heavily, clearly in need of a breather despite her urgency to ride it out till the end. “What gives?”

“What gives,” Norman said, “is we’re not alone.” Something she’d clearly forgotten.

She rolled her eyes irritably. “Meh. He got his show.”

“Yes. And now, he’ll get his encore.”

“His what now?”

“Hey, kid!” Norman shouted past her shoulder.

“Uh, ye-yeah?!” They heard him scrambling to his feet, most likely thinking they hadn’t realised he was masturbating all this time.

“Get up here,” Norman said. May raised her brow quizzically and he gave her his signature ‘just trust me’ grin. “Stand behind your sister.”

The tail end of the bed dipped with added weight. A gangly contour loomed tall behind May, glasses glaring in a flash of lightning. She fought the urge to look back at the presence she sensed; instead, her flummoxed expression asked Norman the question, ‘what’s going on?’

Norman moved his hands from her hips to her ass cheeks and, without warning or explanation, spread them apart, exposing her anus to the boy lurking behind her. Her eyes grew wide as Norman’s intentions dawned on her.

“A virgin hole for a virgin cock,” he suggested.

“You… you can’t be serious…”

“What? You’ve been fucked in the ass before?”

“No but –”

“I think you mean, ‘yes butt’.” He winked, then spread her cheeks even further apart.

“Daddy, he’s my brother!”

“Shh… daddy knows what he’s doing, okay, sweetie?” Norman swiped the honey surrounding her stuffed pussy and used it to lubricate her tiny ring of muscle. She knew then there was no talking him out of it.

“Max, wait!” She glanced over her shoulder hoping to persuade her little brother but he was already shining spit over his dick-head which, coincidentally, was now bare of his fully retracted foreskin. Her eyes flickered anxiously at his resurrected member.

“Hey,” Norman spoke softly to her. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. But it would make daddy really happy if you did. I promise, you won’t regret it, okay? Look at me.” He put on a resolute visage. “You got this. Right?”

The confidence in his steely gaze melted away the trepidation on her face. “Okay,” she decided. “Only for you, daddy.”

Norman grinned with pride. Raising his right hand off her cheek, he beckoned Max to come closer.

May pinched her eyes shut as she felt a third hand press on the small of her back. So, Max really wants to go through with this, huh? She shouldn’t have been surprised after all the revelations laid bare tonight. Still, when the crown of his sleek penis touched her asshole, she shivered. No amount of preparation could ready you for your own brother knocking at your backdoor. Norman’s response to her shudder was a firmer grip on her parted cheeks, ensuring she’d remain in place throughout the imminent penetration.

Look at these two working together, she thought. It might’ve been heart-warming if her anus wasn’t on the brink of corruption. Ah well, stranger things have brought families together… right? Probably not…

Then she felt it. A blunt pressure wedging its way into the crevice of her ass cheeks. She gave a nervous wince which only intensified her resistance against the foreign object. Max complained it was too tight for him to push through. Norman urged her to relax while he applied more of her natural lubricant to the sealed ring of muscle. Max, too, rubbed his saliva between her cheeks and round his own dick-head. They tried again and, after much strain and oiling, her anus began to give in.

His tip breached her rectum. Her eyes shot open. Max hadn’t looked that big but the tightness of her sphincter amplified his girth. He forced in an entire inch and her nails dug into Norman’s arms. She felt stuffed already.

It was an odd sensation having her anal cavity explored; not painful, surprisingly, but unusual in how it pressured her insides. As Max crawled further into her bowels, she built up this sensation of needing to go, but after he developed a comfortable rhythm, all she could think about was how full it felt getting butt-railed by her little brother. He almost felt as big as Norman did in her vagina. She let out strained, groaning noises in a desperate attempt to muffle any would-be cries of pleasure; no way she’d give Max the satisfaction of knowing he was kind of making her feel good back there.

Mercifully, she didn’t need to see her butt invader. She could draw up and colour whatever face she wanted to associate with the wayward gratification. But Max seemed set on ruining her fantasies with loud, shameless grunts.

“Ohh! Arceus, May!” he cried with rapture, his hips crashing down on her ass. “Your butthole is… incredible! So- ahh… so snug and tight!”

“Shu- hnnng- sh-shut up, M-Max…” She grumbled. And keep fucking me in the ass…

Norman chuckled listening to the teenage siblings on top of him. “You two never stop arguing do you? Even in the middle of butt-fucking!” The Petalburg Gym Leader, who’d remained hard as a steel pipe and lodged inside her other hole, thrusted himself back into the action. May squealed at his abrupt recommencing. “Ah, yes!” He gave a husky grunt. “Your pussy’s gotten even wetter since you took it up the ass. Hear that, Max? I think we’ve got a nympho on our hands!”

“A… nympho?” She shook her head despite moans spilling out to the contrary.

“I think you’re right!” A breathless Max exclaimed from behind her.

“How about it, son?” Norman said. “Let’s give your big sister the kind of pounding she’s so desperately begging for?”

“Okay, dad!”

May wondered if he even realised what he’d just called Norman. Drunken in their lust for her addictive orifices, the newly acquainted father and son duo pumped into her sandwiched body simultaneously. It started with awkward, mistimed thrusts as both dicks sought to impose themselves recklessly, Norman’s much bigger balls swinging up and grazing the young boy’s sack. Their swords crossed a few more times before Norman instructed his ‘son’ to take his lead.

And so it began.

Each dick took a turn filling its respective hole. May’s pleasure centres were overwhelmed by the alternating pumps, Norman thrusting up her gash then Max burrowing through her asshole a second later. Her bed springs whined under the pile of bodies romping on top of it. Before tonight, she’d only ever fucked one boy in her bedroom and it hadn’t been half as intense as the two ploughing her good right now, a man close enough to be her father, a boy who’d always been her brother. Personal misgivings and ideologies had kept them apart, but now, only her perineum separated them. They tag-teamed her like some random slut they’d picked up off the street, grunting like animals as she wept with inexplicable pleasure. A flash of lightning revealed the sordid tower of naked bodies in all their glory. All one, all united, all family.

All love.

Tonight, her daddy and brother banged together her most powerful orgasm yet, her thunderous cry ripping through the storm of all storms.

Tonight, on the eve of a fresh start, virginities were broken and truces came together, signed in the drizzling ink of male essence. Max was the first to leave his gooey signature in his sister’s anal cavity. Then Norman flooded his little girl with so much cum it began gushing out the corners of her pussy before he’d even unplugged himself.

May collapsed onto his chest, unable to hold herself up a second longer, and Max soon dropped to Norman’s other side, his panting face coated with his sweat.

Norman reclined against the pillows and allowed his children to fall asleep on either side of him. A tired but happy smile touched his face. He lay deep in thought as the storm waned outside. When he could hear the kids’ snores over the pattering rain, he figured it was time to go. He kissed May on the forehead and ruffled the boy’s hair before getting up without stirring them.

After the kind of night they had, he wouldn’t be surprised if they woke up late for their pokémon journeys in the morning. He slipped out of May’s bedroom and closed the door gently behind him.

The morning sun tinted the clear skies with a new, hearty glow, like warm honey poured across an ocean of blue with little, floating marshmallows. Shrinking puddles lay scattered along the asphalt leading out of the city. Remnants of the storm dripped off tree leaves and furnished the scent of wet grass, of new beginnings, of endless possibilities.

It was a new day and, stood at the forked entrance of Petalburg Woods, three geared-up travellers were ready to branch into fresh starts.

Max had avoided eye contact with May since waking up in her bed, next to her used and naked body. He’d sensed she was doing the same. It was only after Norman joined them did a little friendly banter lessen the awkwardness. But now, they’d reached a fork in the road, with Norman and May deciding they’d wanted to start off their journey heading towards Rustboro City, and Max opting to go through Petalburg Woods, where he’d find the best opportunities to start building his pokémon team.

“Well,” Norman said, with a yawn and a stretch. “I guess this is it.”

Max scanned each wooden sign pointing them down their respective paths. “I guess it is.”

“Yeah…” May said, as if only to fill an awkward silence. She seemed rather subdued and distant from her usual self.

Max could understand why. Honestly, he felt much the same; it was one thing doing everything they had in the blinding dark, and another to face the person you did those things with in plain daylight, especially if they happened to be a family member.

“Right,” Norman said. He extended a hand to Max. “I wish you the best of luck, young man. And hey, now that we’re both travelling Trainers again, we might have to have a battle next time we cross paths!”

Max grinned at the prospect. “You betcha!” He accepted Norman’s future challenge with an enthusiastic handshake. No sooner had he released the man then had he found himself crushed in a bone-crunching hug. “M-May…? I can’t… breathe.”

She let go and stepped back with a bittersweet smile. “Good luck, Max.”

The biggest smile brightened up his face. She didn’t hate him. It might’ve been a while till their relationship went back to ‘normal’, but she didn’t hate him! “Thanks, May. You, too. Both of you!”

Norman nodded in acknowledgement. He held May’s hand in clear view of her little brother, and there was not an ounce of malice to go around.

“Oh!” Max suddenly remembered something as the two lovers turned to leave.

“What is it?” May asked.

He brandished a certain, infamous USB drive from one of his side pockets. Dropped it in a muddy puddle. Then crushed it underfoot.

“Heh.” Norman chuckled and nudged May. “Told you he’d do the right thing.”

“Yeah.” May beamed from ear to ear. “I knew I was right to trust you.” They shared a sweet kiss.

“And don’t worry,” Max said. “I didn’t make copies or anything like that. The only people who’ll ever know what happened last night are standing right here.”

“Last night?” Norman rubbed his chin. “What happened last night?”

May shrugged wearing puzzlement on her face. “Haven’t got a clue.”

Max nodded with a knowing grin. He whistled his way down the left path and, down the right, May and Norman walked hand-in-hand towards the horizon.

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