Page 72 of Blood
“Ahh,” I cry out my pleasure.
“You will never do that again?” Kaleb grunts.
“What?” I cry, my mind still empty of all thoughts outside of the pounding I’m receiving.
What did I do?I blink, trying to remember, but Kaleb hits a spot inside me that makes my mouth fall open.Oh shit.
My release builds in the pit of my stomach. I’m so close.
Another slap rains down.
“The window,” he hisses, thrusting his hips. “You never do that again.”
“I won’t,” I promise, desperate for him to give me what I need. I’d promise anything at this moment if it meant staying on the hill my body is climbing.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Kaleb chants.
The frantic words pierce through my haze, along with a rumbling sound.
I turn my head, but I can only see the inside of the truck.
“There’s a car coming. You need to come before it gets here.”
What?
“No, no, no.” I chant, trying to push myself up from the bench, but Kaleb’s hold only gets stronger. A hand in the middle of my back presses me down. His hips get more demanding. Hiscock hits something inside me. “Oh God,” I call. “Right there, right there.”
“Come on,” Kaleb coaches, “come on my cock while our parents drive down here.”
Mom and Dad?
I don’t know if it’s his words, his brutal thrusts, or the feel of him striking my already sore ass cheek, but I cry out, my orgasm punching through me. It pulls the pleasure from his body, and his cum streams and streams into me.
I push myself to stand, and my hips are still flush with the edge of the truck seat. I look up the road to see the hood of our parents’ car heading our way.
Kaleb grips my hips, still pumping his seed into me. His pleasure is never-ending. One last groan and his movements cease, his hips shoved tightly against my ass.
I love the feel of him so deep inside me. I miss him the instant he withdraws.
“How did you know it was them?” I pant, reaching for my sweats.
When he doesn’t answer, I glance back to see Kaleb watching as his cum drips out of me.
“A guess.” He shrugs calmly like we didn’t just fuck in our brother’s truck. “Hop in.” He nods to the open door while pulling up his pants and tucking himself away.
I do as I’m told. The door clangs closed loudly behind me.
I grip the base of my throat and try to remember how to breathe.
They didn’t see,I reassure myself. There’s no way, not at that distance.
My heart is just starting to slow when a bang on the truck window makes me scream. Water hits the glass.
Kaleb’s grinning face distorts through the water, my dad’s soon joining him.
“What are you kids doing out here?”
“Cleaning Daniel’s truck,” Kaleb says like it’s obvious. “I figure since he let me borrow it to get home last night, it’s the least we can do.”
