Page 2 of Released from the Sin Bin

“Yeah? Then who told Mom about Dad’s hockey stick?”

“Dad thought I broke it,” I defend myself. “He wasn’t going to let me go to the game.”

“Tattle tale.” She turns her head and sticks her tongue out at me.

Every week, Dad takes me to see his old team, the Drexton Hall Huskies, play. He was so mad when he found the broken hockey stick in our garage, and I knew if he thought it was me, I’d be grounded and left home. There is no way I was missing that game. One day, it’s going to be me scoring goals on that ice.

Janisa stops short, making my face collide with her back.

“We’re here,” she says, catching me from falling over in the snow again.

“Where?” I look out over the clearing.

The mountain top stops and looks out over the valley with the town in darkness, sleeping below us. The sun is barely peeking out behind the other mountains across the way. Soon, it would rise between the cliffs and light everything up, giving it a serene, orange and pink glow surrounding us that shines off the pure white snow.

“This is where I want to die,” Janisa says, leaning out to look over the ledge.

“Why would you say that?” I shiver and rub my hands over my arms. “I’m cold.”

“Stop being such a baby. It's not that cold.” The wind wraps up through her robe. “You need to toughen up.”

“Why?”

“Because I won’t be here forever to protect you.” She pushes my shoulder, making me stumble back and trip in the snow. I step out wide and catch my balance.

Janisa closes her eyes and raises her arms out to the sides when the wind picks up again. “It’ll feel like I’m flying.”

The tank top underneath her robe rises above her hips, revealing more bruises. They match the few spread on her thighs that I caught sight of earlier.

A feeling of sadness washes over me with Janisa’s deep breaths and soft humming.

“You’re not going anywhere now, are you?”

“No, loser.” Her arms drop to her sides and her head rolls toward me. She puts her arm over my shoulders, guiding me away from the ledge. “Let’s go back to the cabin before Dad wakes up.”

12 years later…

“Fuck. Yeah. Take me in that tight pussy.” It’s not that tight. I’ve had better.

The woman on top of me moans and throws her head back. “You’re so big.”

I am.

Her mouth drops open when I force my hips up to get deeper.

“I’m going to tear you apart with my enormous cock.”

This woman is loving the dirty talk, and as long as she keeps bouncing on my dick, I’ll say whatever the fuck she wants to hear.

“Yeah, just like that.” Only a little to the left and there we go. That’s better.

“Oh god,” she moans, lifting her face to the ceiling with her pristine manicured fingers in her long, bleached hair.

Her walls and thighs tighten around me.

Nope. She slides off and turns around, switching positions to face her back and tribal tramp stamp toward me, prolonging this as much as possible by refusing to come.

This isn’t doing it for me, and I’m getting bored.

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