Bride of Motherfucker

“Give me a penny,” Wendy said, holding out her hand and looking over
her shoulder. “Hurry!”

“For what?” I wondered, digging into my pants pocket and I only had a
few coins. She made me hop off the loading dock to reach them.

“What are you doing?” our girlfriend wondered with a curious smile on
her pretty face.

“For the train!” Wendy told us and Kylie laughed, kicking her legs
like a little girl as she sat there watching us.

“I don’t have a penny.” I had a couple nickels and a quarter on my
palm.

“These will work!” Wendy grinned, snatching the nickels and running to
the railroad tracks.

“You’d better not make a train wreck!” Kylie shouted as I pulled
myself back up to sit beside her.

We were behind an old warehouse and I wasn’t even sure if it was still
used for anything. The place looked rusty all over, covered with
fading graffiti, and the cement around it had cracked over the years
with weeds growing here and there in odd clumps. The place was quiet
anyway, except for the occasional train going slowly past, and nobody
ever came around. Kyle and me used to play there as kids, building
forts and playing with our friends. We’d put pennies on the tracks for
the trains to roll over and collect them after they were big and flat
and cool looking.

“Can’t wreck a train with a nickel!” Wendy yelled back and she looked
beautiful with a strong wind tossing her hair beneath a clear blue
sky.

“Takes at least a quarter,” I told Kylie and she was a heartbreaker
too, no doubt about it. I could have stared at her all day long.

“Shut-up!” she giggled and bumped me with her shoulder.

The train blew its whistle and even in the middle of the morning it
had a seriously bright headlight. Two of them in fact, one above the
other and we could hear the bells of the crossing guards a block away.
They were coming down across the street to block non-existent traffic
and except for that train and whoever might be driving it, we might
have been the only three people on earth. That would have suited me
just fine too.

“We should just jump on,” I thought aloud, not really caring where the
train might be going. It didn’t seem to matter a whole lot.

“I’m scared of trains,” Kylie told me and I grinned at her.

“What?”

“I am,” she nodded. “I mean, not right now, but I wouldn’t want to get
on one.”

“Get on what?” Wendy asked, reaching up so I could grab her hands. I
gave her a pull as she climbed the short dock and sorta fell down next
to me.

“A train,” I said. “She’s scared of them.”

“Why?” Wendy narrowed her eyes with a disbelieving smile, or maybe
that was a grimace as she took her wild black hair in her fists and
started tying it into the world’s ugliest knot.

“I dunno,” our girlfriend shrugged. “They’re noisy.”

“Well, I guess we won’t hop a train then,” I sighed, smiling at Wendy
and she made a face at me.

“Here…” Kylie had opened her purse and she pulled out some pink rubber
bands. “Use these.”

“Why didn’t you give me those before?” Wendy frowned. “God! We gotta
work on your girlfriend skills, Princess.”

“I forgot I had ’em,” Kylie shrugged and I watched while Wendy
untangled her hair and let the other girl pull it into a long, thick
ponytail.

“I hate long hair sometimes,” she complained with a sigh.

“Nah,” I shook my head. “I love your hair.”

“That’s cause you don’t have to take care of it,” Wendy snorted. “It’s
a pain. Kylie’s hair is perfect.”

“You don’t think it’s too short?” she wondered and I leaned back,
listening to them talk about their hair.

That sounds like the most boring thing in the world, right? But it
wasn’t. I didn’t pay a lot of attention and it seemed a lot like
listening to a favorite song on the radio. Like how you know the
melody by heart and you don’t really have to listen at all to enjoy
it, you just have to hear it and everything seems better somehow. We
were just killing time anyway; waiting for something else to happen
and I hoped it never would. I could have sat on that loading dock
forever, looking up at nothing but blue while my two girlfriends
talked around me.

Heaven, I figured, should a lot like that.

The train went by and it wasn’t a very long one. Wendy hopped off the
dock to retrieve her nickels, giggling like a child and bouncing
happily in her dark dress. We all wore the same clothes we’d worn the
night before, except Kylie had a few less layers and no stockings. I
still looked like a donut guy, but I wasn’t too worried about feeling
stupid because all my friends were at school.

“Are we ever gonna talk about it?” Kylie asked softly and I sucked my
lips, watching Wendy look for her coins.

“I still love you,” I told her. “That’s never gonna change.”

“I love you too,” she said. “Does that mean, um…Am I still your
girlfriend?”

That was the question, wasn’t it? Kyle had turned out to be my half-
brother and Dad had worked his magic again. How could the same thing
happen to the same guy…twice? I mean, once seemed kinds strange, but
not impossible. But falling in love with Ginny and Kylie and finding
out both of them were my dad’s illegitimate children? That wasn’t just
improbable, it was the most amazing bad luck ever. More than that
even, it had to be…

“Fate,” I said softly.

“What’s that?” Kylie asked.

“I think we’re supposed to be together,” I said, looking at the girl
and knowing she was a boy, but…So pretty, so innocent with her big
browns eyes and pouting lips. How was I not going to love her?

“Me too,” Kylie smiled and she’s the one I’d gotten the idea from
anyway.

People made their own choices, but they led to the inevitable results.
How was that possible? What were the odds of Kylie’s family moving to
my neighborhood so that we’d grow up living a block away from each
other, being friends and finally falling in love? But if that was
fate, and I had to believe it was, then what did that mean for Ginny?
Her family had moved in a couple years later and I’d known her most of
my life. Not real well maybe, but enough that I’d ended up taking her
virginity and falling in love with the girl.

If Kylie and I were meant to be together, then I had to believe the
same thing about Ginny…Didn’t I? But I loved Wendy and I’d chosen her
over everyone. It had just turned about to be another crazy
coincidence that Wendy loved Kylie too and we shared some sort of
weird, beautiful relationship that I hadn’t even begun to understand
yet. I didn’t think any of us knew exactly what we were doing.

More fate? Yeah, I thought so, but it didn’t include Ginny. So…What
did that mean?

“What are you guys talking about?” Wendy asked, smiling and handing a
shiny squashed nickel to Kylie. “Cool, huh?”

“Are we really serious?” I asked, looking between the two girls and I
just had to know. I wanted a decision, if not understanding.

“About…” Wendy smiled, leading me on with her eyes.

“You mean me?” Kylie asked and I nodded as that seemed to be the
easiest way to express it.

“Yeah,” I agreed, concentrating on Wendy because I already knew how
Kylie felt. “Are we going to, uh…love…Kylie forever or what?”

“That’s a long time.” Kylie giggled nervously and her cheeks blushed
red.

“I thought we talked about that last night,” Wendy said lightly,
smiling and leaning against the dock with her body between my knees
and her arms over my thighs.

“Yeah,” I sorta shrugged. “I just…It’s bright out here, you know? I
want to say it and just know I’m not dreaming.”

“Dreaming?” she teased me. “You are kinda hopeless, huh?”

“I told you he was,” Kylie giggled and I narrowed my eyes at the two
of them.

“What?” I frowned. “You know what I mean. Last night was…”

“Like a dream?” Wendy asked innocently and I felt my cheeks warming.

“Well…Yeah,” I shrugged, giving Kylie a little frown all her own
because she looked entirely too happy just then.

“Okay. Yeah,” Wendy nodded. “I think Princess should stay with us as
long as she wants. What do you think?”

“Do you love her?”

“Of course I do!” Wendy rolled her eyes. “You want me to prove it? I
will.”

“Uhhh…” I smiled. “Okay.”

“Heh!” She grinned as she pushed herself off me and over to Kylie, and
the next thing I knew my two girlfriends were making out like crazy.

There’s just something about watching two hot chicks kiss that makes
my dick hard. I don’t know what it is. Kylie wrapped her bare legs
around Wendy’s back and leaned down and they were using a lot of
tongue. Jesus! I could see their tongues moving wetly, hear their soft
moans and tender sighs, and neither of the two girls had closed her
eyes. They were staring into each other, sharing something special
while they embraced, and the weird part was that I didn’t feel even a
little jealous.

“Hmmm…” Wendy breathed after a couple long, wonderful minutes and she
gave me a sexy smile. “Do you believe me now?”

“I do!” Kylie sighed with a theatrical swoon, rolling her eyes and
giggling. “Wow!”

“Oh yeah,” I replied with a slight wince as I adjusted my aching dick
in my pants. “So…Now what?”

“Now?” Wendy grinned at me and licked her lips. “I have a plan!”

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

“We could have gone to my house,” I said nervously and with good
reason, even if Wendy didn’t seem to think so.

“And then what’s Princess supposed to wear?” she asked me, unlocking
the front of her house with a dull snick.

“I dunno, um…” I looked at Kylie. “My mom’s got a lot of clothes.”

“Your mom?” Wendy rolled her eyes and Kylie sorta glanced down at her
flat chest and narrow hips.

“Well…” I cleared my throat. “Maybe not.”

“Never mind him,” Wendy said. “He’s got an Oedipus thing going.”

“A what?” I narrowed my eyes.

“Yeah,” Kylie sighed. “He told me.”

“Told you what?” I frowned as we walked towards the kitchen and I’d
been in Wendy’s house plenty of times.

“Don’t worry,” Kylie smiled at me. “I still suck my thumb sometimes.”

“What do you guys wanna eat?” Wendy asked, opening her refrigerator.

“That’s not all you suck,” I teased Kylie, just because they’d been
teasing me all morning.

“Is that supposed to be an insult or an offer?” she asked me with a
grin.

“We got, um…Hotdogs? Nah…Let’s see…”

“It was a compliment!” I said, making a face like Kylie should have
known that.

“We gotta work on your boyfriend skills,” she said with a sad shake of
her head.

“…We could make some BLT…except there’s no tomatoes, hmmm…”

“I’m only saying you suck all kinds of stuff,” I shrugged. “What’s
wrong with that?”

“All kinds of…stuff?” Kylie rolled her eyes at me. “That sounds so
rude, Jimmy.”

“…How about a salad?” Wendy asked, looking over her shoulder just in
time to see Kylie unzipping my pants. “Oh!”

“Don’t blame me!” I said, smiling kind of sheepishly. “She just likes
to suck things.”

“You make me feel so special,” Kylie sighed, scrunching up her nose as
she knelt on the kitchen floor and my cock felt hard as steel.

“Protein shake?” Wendy grinned at us. “Sure, sounds good to me.”

“Ummm…” I closed my eyes as Kylie took my cock inside her mouth,
savoring the sensation of her tongue swirling around the smooth glans
and tickling the underside. Fuck! She sucked dick almost as good as my
mom and if Kylie ever learned how to deep throat, I’d have to call it
a tie.

Wendy wasn’t bad at it either though and when I opened my eyes again,
I found her kneeling beside Kylie, licking her lips and waiting her
turn. I breathed a silent, “Thank you, God!” because I wanted to make
sure He knew how much I appreciated having two hot chicks eager to
suck my dick. Whenever I got something really awesome? I sorta worried
that He might take it away if I wasn’t grateful enough and when Kylie
pulled her mouth off my cock with a soft, wet plop and pointed it
towards Wendy’s parted lips, I was definitely feeling grateful.

“Yeah, suck it,” Kylie whispered, holding my cock in her small hand
while Wendy pushed her tight lips down the shaft.

“Hmmm-umph!” she agreed, giving my dick some tongue and bobbing her
head in a small, fluid motion.

I reached for both of them, digging my fingers into their hair and I
pulled Kylie’s mouth closer so she could lick and kiss the shaft.
Wendy pulled off a few seconds later and started doing the same thing,
pursing her lips and sliding her mouth along the length of my cock the
same way Kylie was doing it. That felt pretty intense and they looked
beautiful with my long, fat cock riding between their open mouths. The
two girls would meet at the end of my dick and kiss each other around
the head.

“Jesus!” I gasped, arching my back when Kylie took me into her mouth
again.

Wendy had undone my pants completely and she pulled them down leaving
me with my erection standing stiffly out of my boxers. She wanted to
get those down too and Kylie had to let my dick go for a second, but
then it got better because Wendy could lick and kiss my balls while
our girlfriend gave me a serious blowjob.

They seemed to have come to some sort of agreement as Wendy contented
herself with jerking me off and nursing on my scrotum. I mean, she
really had my sack in her mouth, pulling the skin tight and taking my
balls inside her mouth one at a time to suckle and wash it with her
tongue. That felt pretty amazing, especially with Kylie bobbing her
head up and down on my cock in time with Wendy’s fist.

The kitchen filled with the soft, wet sounds of two girls sucking off
one guy and they sounded loud to me. Probably because the rest of the
house seemed so completely silent. They looked totally sexy too, all
pink faced and damp with spit and precum. I could see their eyes;
Wendy’s were so blue they were almost black, and Kylie’s had the
softest, warmest shade of brown imaginable. Fuck! They’d look at each
other and then one or both of them would look up at me. I couldn’t
last long, not like that, and even when I warned them I was about to
cum, my two girlfriends didn’t stop.

“Kylie…Ugh!…I’m…Oh!” I squinched my eyes shut and felt my knees weaken
as my balls jumped with contractions of raw pleasure.

“Hmmm…” Wendy sighed around one of my balls and squeezed my cock in
time with the rapid spasms. She seemed to be milking me into our
girlfriend’s hungry mouth.

I filled Kylie quickly too, loading her mouth with hot semen and she
gulped it down, swallowing as fast as she could to keep up. I opened
my eyes, smiling happily the way I do after a great cum, to see her
pretty face flushed and her eyes shining brightly. Kylie really loved
that stuff and she’d been able to drink most of it; what little she
hadn’t spilled from the corners of her mouth and Wendy was right there
to lick the girl’s face clean as Kylie let my cock slip from her lips.

They kissed for a minute or so, but it didn’t look like there was a
whole lot of cum left to be shared. Kylie had swallowed most of it and
she grinned at me as she sat back on her heels and kind of rubbed her
tummy.

“That was a lot!” she said with a small laugh. “I’m kinda full now.”

And then she burped.

“I hope you saved some for me,” Wendy sighed just before she took my
semi-hard cock into her mouth.

“You mean you’re gonna…Ohhhh…” I nodded dumbly, thinking that it might
take a while before I could cum again.

But maybe not that long as Kylie hadn’t moved very far at all and it
was her turn to play with my balls and jerk me off into Wendy’s mouth.
She even pushed her middle finger inside my ass and I didn’t know why
that felt good, but it did. Kylie didn’t really finger fuck me or
anything, so it wasn’t totally gay or anything, she just worked it
slowly inside and then wriggled it around while the two girls gave me
another awesome blowjob. I’d definitely need some of that Viagra stuff
if they were gonna be doing stuff like this all the time!

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

“Aren’t you gonna take a shower with us?” Wendy asked me awhile later.
She’d just stepped out of her panties and sorta kicked them halfway
across her bedroom.

“I’ll wait for you here,” I said, feeling entirely too comfortable as
I lay half-naked on her bed, admiring her little brown bush and heart-
shaped ass.

The girls had taken off my pants and boxers in the kitchen, and I’d
peeled off my socks, so that just left me with my shirt and some
mostly empty balls. Wendy had enjoyed a high protein lunch of her own
and I needed a break. If I let those two sex fiends get me into the
shower, I knew I’d end fucking one of them for sure. Probably both of
them, except I probably wouldn’t even be able to get my dick hard and
that would be pretty embarrassing!

“Awwww…” Kylie pouted over her shoulder, giving me a perfect view of
her perfect butt as she bent over at the waist and pushed her panties
down.

She had a sweet little hole too, pink and puckered and probably
feeling pretty tender after all the fucking we’d been doing over the
past few days. Kylie hadn’t been complaining though and I knew her
teasing was an invitation to fuck her again. That little girl loved
sex! Both of them did and I just loved them. Well, the sex was pretty
awesome too. But mostly, even seeing my two girlfriends bare naked and
smiling invitingly, I thought more about how happy they made me than
how horny I might have been.

It’s the reason I hadn’t really minded not fucking Wendy for a year. I
mean, I’d wanted to and I’d tried every now and again, but when she’d
told me no, I’d always stopped. Of course, now I knew she’d only been
teasing me, but maybe I’d liked that too. The anticipation had felt
pretty special, you know? I’d come home after a date and my cock would
be so hard it hurt. I’d have to jerk off twice, thinking about Wendy
and not even fucking her in my dreams. Just remembering her smile and
her laugh. I’d spurt cum across my chest, nearly to my chin sometimes
because I’d cum so hard thinking about her.

And now I had her…and Kylie too. My brother. Fuck! I hadn’t forgotten
that, but she didn’t look like a boy and so maybe that’s why it seemed
so easy to ignore the truth and love her like a girlfriend. That and I
had Wendy to help. She took my mind off things, refused to let me
worry and suffer the guilt of knowing I’d kissed and fucked my own
faggot brother. Wendy made everything seem okay and that was her
special power maybe. All girls have one, everybody knows that. I fell
asleep wondering what Kylie’s might be.

“Shhh…” someone sighed, one of my two girlfriends, and the other one
giggled as they joined me on the bed.

They were damp from the shower and cool against my warm, dry body, but
I didn’t mind. I’d only barely woken up and a second later we were all
asleep, the three of us snuggled up on Wendy’s bed. After the night
before, we needed it too and that’s the biggest reason I hadn’t taken
that shower. I felt exhausted, physically and emotionally and every
way a boy can probably.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” Kylie kissed me and I blinked at her and then
sat up with a start, half expecting to see Wendy’s parents standing
there. I was getting really tired of getting busted all the time!

“What time is it?” I wondered, looking at my watch and I didn’t know
if it was four in the afternoon or morning, except the sun was up, so…

“It’s getting kinda late. My parents will be coming home soon,” Wendy
said, digging through her dresser and pulling out her old pep squad
outfit from the year before. “Here. See if this fits.”

“Cool!” Kylie caught the clothes and looked at me. “See? I’m gonna be
a cheerleader!”

“Awesome,” I nodded, but I still felt kind of fuzzy after taking a
good four hour nap. Hungry too. Kinda dirty as well, since I hadn’t
gotten a shower or anything, but I could fix that easily enough and I
grabbed the towel Kylie had used on my way to the bathroom.

I really did feel better after getting cleaned up, and I used Wendy’s
toothbrush because she wouldn’t mind, but we were in a hurry. Wendy
would be in trouble again after staying out all night, especially
after being grounded for the thing at school. I didn’t envy her that,
but her parents were generally reasonable and being their only
daughter, Wendy was seriously spoiled. That girl could get away with
murder sometimes.

“Are you gonna be okay?” I asked her, watching as Wendy jumped up and
down in a pair of jeans that seemed entirely too small for her butt.

“Uh-huh!” She grinned and hopped and wriggled and somehow got the
pants over hips and they looked pretty sweet. “Just don’t let your mom
tow my car away.”

“I won’t,” Kylie promised with a giggle, obviously enjoying her new
clothes.

The pep squad uniform Wendy had worn the year before looked a lot like
her cheerleader outfit, but the school colors were mixed a little
different. Like the skirt had red and gold pleats and the stretchy top
had v-shaped stripes in the front. It fit Kylie pretty good too,
although maybe the skirt was a little too short and if the girl wasn’t
careful she’d show off the white bikini panties she’d borrowed. That
seemed pretty cool to me though and after making her face up in the
mirror and brushing her brown hair, Kylie looked seriously adorable.

“I wish I had some pom-poms!” she laughed, posing for us in the mirror
and we’d been wasting too much time probably.

“Ready to go home?” I asked her and Kylie shook her head.

“Not really,” she sighed and looked at Wendy. “You’re gonna call me
later, right?”

“Yeah,” the other girl nodded, fussing with Kylie’s top. Wendy pinched
her nipples through the nylon. “You need some real boobs if you’re
gonna be a real princess.”

“Ouch!” Kylie gasped and giggled and nodded her head. “I know.
Someday.”

“Yeah,” Wendy nodded and they kissed carefully, trying not to mess up
their lipstick and I wasn’t even sure why they’d bothered with make-
up, except they looked beautiful. I guess that’s why.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

“Are you gonna be in trouble?” I asked after parking the car on the
street behind Wendy’s Volkswagen. We had about half an hour before
Kylie’s mom would get home after picking up the twins at their dance
class.

“Oh yeah,” she sighed, turning her big brown eyes on me as we sat
there. “I probably won’t be able to see you for a few days.”

“I guess your mom hates me, huh?” I unbuckled my seat belt and let it
snap out of the way.

“I don’t know,” Kylie said, letting her own seatbelt go. “I always
thought she kinda liked you.”

“She used to be my dad’s girlfriend.”

“I figured that out,” she smiled.

“I gotta tell you something…”

“What?”

“It’s about Ginny, she’s, uh…”

“I know you guys had sex,” Kylie said. “You’re not going out with her
though, right?”

“No, um…I’m not, but it’s more than that,” I told her slowly. “It’s
kinda weird.”

“Weird?” My girlfriend…my brother…laughed lightly. “Or is this the bad
part?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” I nodded. “Kinda…Well, the bad part was that I fucked
her, but you know that, so this is just sorta…weird. Again.”

“Just tell me!” she said with a grin.

“Ginny’s our sister,” I said, watching Kylie’s face for a reaction.
“Our dad’s her dad too.”

“What?” she gave me a blank look.

“I didn’t know until after we did it,” I explained. “Her mom told us
and then Dad told me it was true and…I dunno.”

“Ginny?” Kylie almost laughed. “She doesn’t even look like us!”

“I know. She looks like her mom, but…” I shrugged. I could see some of
my dad in Ginny, definitely. Kylie though, she had a real point – we
really did look a lot alike, except my brother was small and cute
looked like a girl.

“That’s what you were mad about this morning?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re all the same…” she said slowly. “I mean, your dad had like
three pregnant girlfriends? All at the same time?”

“I guess so,” I shrugged and I hadn’t really thought about it, but
that must have been pretty strange.

“Our dad,” Kylie corrected herself and we just sat there for a minute.
“So what am I supposed to do?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, he’s my dad, so…What does he want?” she wondered. “God! What
do I want?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, watching Kylie’s face as she tried to sort
everything out inside. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what she must
have been feeling, but I’d been avoiding it too.

“What did Ginny say?”

“Not much,” I sighed. “She broke up with Chris, remember? She loves me
and doesn’t care and…She wants us to move someplace and get married
and…”

“Really?” Kylie wasn’t smiling.

“I’m not gonna do it,” I told her quickly. “You know, she’s my sister
and I love Wendy and…”

“Our sister.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “That’s what I meant.”

“And you love me too,” she said. “Like Wendy.”

“Well, yeah,” I agreed, feeling like something was going wrong
somehow.

“But I’m your brother.”

“I know,” I nodded. “We talked about this, remember?”

“Yeah, but I thought it was just kinda fun before,” Kylie said. “I
mean, I didn’t really think about it like…that.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, this is…” She took a deep breath and let it out
slowly. “I just need some time. Okay?”

“It doesn’t change anything,” I said carefully touching her shoulder
with my fingertips. “I still love you.”

“No, um…” Kylie swallowed hard and jerked away. “Maybe we shouldn’t,
uh…This is too weird.”

The truth was finally hitting her, I thought. Kylie hadn’t really
believed it and I knew how that felt, but now she looked at me and saw
the brother she’d never known she had. I could sense the change in
her, feel it like a draft of cold air across my skin. And it got worse
when Kylie wouldn’t look at me. I imagined she must have remembered
the things we’d done and said to each other over the last few days.
I’d felt the strange, unhappy push and pull of my emotions with Ginny
and I’d decided I couldn’t love her, not like that, but Kylie…

“I have to go,” she said, even as I reached for her.

“Kylie, don’t…” I whispered, turning in my seat as I tried to hug her
and keep the girl from opening the passenger door.

“We can’t,” she blinked at me. “Jimmy…We had sex!”

I almost laughed at her surprise, but it wasn’t funny. Kylie looked
like she’d just woken up and I guess she had in a way, but to turn so
completely from what we’d been sharing just a few minutes ago hurt a
lot. I wondered if that’s how Ginny had felt when I’d snuck out on her
Monday morning, just as she’d been making up her mind that she would
love me anyway. Now the tables were turned and I couldn’t let Kylie do
that to me.

“Stop…No! Let me go…” she said, whispering the words and struggling as
I moved awkwardly to kneel on the floorboard and press my body against
hers.

“I love you,” I said, over and over as I held her by the wrists and
chased her mouth with mine.

We had so little room in the front seat of my car and I’d wedged
myself between her legs. I let her right arm go just long enough to
find the lever for the seat and we fell suddenly and violently, coming
to a jolt with Kylie laying on her back and me on top of her. She hit
my shoulder with her small fist and kicked the plastic dashboard, her
eyes were wet as I found her mouth with mine and I forced her to kiss
me. I wouldn’t let her say no and I told myself that she didn’t mean
it. Kylie wanted me to kiss her, she had to because it would hurt too
much if she didn’t.

“Don’t, please…Stop, Jimmy…” she sobbed into my mouth, but I didn’t
listen. My cock had grown stiff with excitement and I thrust my crotch
against hers, grinding the lump in my trousers against Kylie’s panty
clad sex.

“It’s alright,” I breathed, reaching between us to find her panties
and I tore the cotton, stretching and ripping the thin material to
expose her sex completely.

“This is wrong,” Kylie told me, blinking her eyes while I found her
girlish penis soft and flaccid, not hard at all.

“I know,” I whispered, forcing my tongue inside her mouth and I had to
free my cock and push it between her trembling thighs.

I struggled to get her ass up and she tried to keep out, but I wanted
her too badly. She had to love me! If I made love to her again, she’d
have to accept it. Kylie wasn’t ready for me at all either as she
hadn’t been able to prepare herself with that lubricant she used to
make her wet and slippery the way a real girl would be. I felt her
much like I’d felt Wendy the one time I’d fucked her in the ass and I
grunted into the girl’s mouth with the effort of forcing my thick cock
inside her dry rectum.

It must have hurt a lot because Kylie’s body went stiff and she hardly
moved at all. The girl held her breath as tightly as she held me and
when she finally did let the air explode from her lungs, it came as a
muffled gasp, a yelp of pain as she seemed to collapse completely. She
just lay there, staring into my face with her tear stained eyes while
I fucked her with short, quick thrusts. I didn’t give her all of my
cock, not even close, but she felt so dry and tight it didn’t matter.
I came quickly inside her ass while I covered Kylie’s face with
kisses.

“I’m sorry,” I told her. “I love you. I’m sorry.”

That’s all I could say to her, over and over while my swollen prick
pulsed inside her injured body, giving her my incestuous orgasm to
wear in secret. She had me inside her, but Kylie refused to kiss me
back. Her face was flushed and her cheeks wet, her own sex lay limp
and trapped beneath me and I knew she hadn’t felt the same urgent
desire that I’d forced upon her. Kylie didn’t say a word as I pulled
my cock out of her slowly, pushing myself up with a growing sense of
anger and frustration because I wanted her to love me back and she
didn’t.

“I gotta go,” she said in a plaintive voice, opening the car door and
getting out awkwardly, pushing her body past mine.

“Kylie, I’m sorry,” I called after her, but she didn’t say anything
else and didn’t look back.