Tiny Tim

Chapter 15

I woke up agitated when I felt the mattress move. Like so many times before, I was trembling, breathing heavily, and felt my heartbeat up to my throat. Then I saw the dark figure in front of me.

I reacted without really thinking about it within a second of waking up, grabbed the intruder by the throat, and pulled my fist back to attack. That’s when I heard Ava’s frightened shriek.

I immediately let go of her throat, but she still fell off the bed. I jumped out of bed myself, turned on the light, and found her right next to my nightstand. She was cowering on the floor, visibly shaken by what had happened.

“Ava! Fuck! I’m so sorry! Are you Okay!?” I rapidly shot those words out as I kneeled next to her and looked her over.

“Yes. Sorry. I’m Okay. That was scary!” She tried to sound casual, but I could hear her voice tremble.

“I’m really so sorry, Ava! I should’ve warned you!!” I was still inspecting her neck, checking for any injuries and marks. “Can you breathe? Swallow a few times, does it hurt?”

“No, it’s really Okay, Tim.” She took a deep breath. “Nothing happened. Danny warned me, but I totally forgot about it.” As she spoke, she moved her head around to demonstrate that she actually was fine.

“She warned you?” I took hold of her hands and helped her get to her feet, making sure she could stand and had proper coordination.

“When I talked with Danny about my problem, and she suggested that maybe you’d be willing to take me in, we got to talking. Since she knew that Maggie and I had listened in on you that night you had one of your ... Not-Panic-Attacks, she thought that, while you help me, maybe I could help you in turn.” she explained meekly. “I couldn’t sleep. New environment, I guess. I thought I could ... just ... slip in next to you. I didn’t expect you to startle awake like this.”

Satisfied with my examination of her neck, I noticed it was just past 2:00 AM. If we were to hit the road now, there was no sense in trying to get back to sleep for the whole hour I would have left after I got back.

“Well, so much to that. If you want me to get you home, I’ll just grab a quick shower.”

“Huh? Why?” She sounded, and looked, genuinely confused.

“Are you saying you want to stay here with me? After what just happened!?”

“Of course.” she smiled. “I told you, Danny warned me. And even after I screwed up, in the middle of your Not-Panic-Attack...”

“Can you stop calling it that?”

“ ... you still recognized me and caught yourself before doing any damage, so I know you won’t hurt me. But, about the thing with me slipping into bed next to you ... Last time I did, when you were still working on gathering all that evidence against the Bookie, I slept really well. Would it be Okay today, too? Please?”

When she asked that part at the end, she put her hands behind her back, poked one of her big toes at the ground, and looked up at me with her best little girl impression: Face downcast while looking up at me with big sad eyes. Guess that always worked wonders with Aaron. Though, I had absolutely no idea why she would ever want to appeal to me like that, despite what Danielle had told me. Only then did I, for the first time, take in her attire. Boyshorts, a way too small, belly-free top, and nothing else. I mulled it over for a moment but, now that the adrenaline was leaving my body, I got tired again.

Reminding myself that, if I insisted on taking her home, my night would effectively be over, I decided to risk it, pulled the blanket back for her, and we went back to sleep with little further discussion. Even though her body was seriously enticing, I was concerned about what had just happened, so I didn’t really get in the mood despite her grabbing my arm and making me spoon her. And, if I was being honest, the plan I had hatched for her would have a higher chance to succeed if I waited a little before making another move on her.

The next morning, I woke up before her, and realized I had roughly twenty minutes before my alarm would have woken us up. I quickly seized the opportunity to start the research for my plan, carefully slipped out of bed, and silently left the room. After unsuccessfully checking her bathroom and bedroom, I finally found what I was looking for in her purse. I was lucky. Her birth control pills came in a dialpak, so, if I wanted to make her believe I messed with them by switching them out, this made it a whole lot easier.

I took a photo of them for later reference, and, following a spontaneous idea, decided to not be too careful when hiding the evidence of my snooping. I deliberately placed her pills in a different part of her purse than I had found them in, and left the purse itself on her bed. I wanted her to notice the purse and ask herself if I messed with it. I hoped she would then notice the pills being in a different compartment, planting the first seed of suspicion in her head.

We actually made it out of the Apartment in time. She kept throwing me suspicious side glances ever since she came out of her room, but didn’t ask me about her purse. She was also a little confused when I told her to pack gym clothes, but, as expected, she simply did what I told her without questioning me. The reveal came when we picked up Mia.

“Morning ... you two?” Mia asked, seeing Ava leaving the passenger seat to sit with Mia in the back.

“She moved in with me.” I addressed her confusion, as I started the car and drove off. I knew it was useless to try and keep it a secret, since Ava would be present in the mornings to come as well.

“Why?”

“Apparently, some people are not happy with the idea of a minor living alone. Ava thankfully volunteered to keep an eye on me for a while.” It took some effort on my part to act like I was glad about having Ava in my home, but I didn’t want Mia to ask unnecessary questions.

“Oh.” she said, throwing Ava a questioning look that didn’t entice her to provide further explanations.

The two of them spent the rest of the drive gossiping between themselves. We had just parked the car when Mia noticed Ava’s extra luggage.

“Why do you have your gym bag?”

“I don’t know. He told me to bring it.” Ava answered, pointing at me.

“I’m gonna take her to the company gym after school. I want to teach her some self defense.”

Both of them looked at me with big surprised eyes, as I started moving away from the car.

“You’re going to teach me self defense?” Ava asked.

“What? You think I’m not qualified?” I asked back, with mock offense in my voice.

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean that! I don’t know anyone I’d trust more to know about that stuff after what you did in that parking lot.” She sounded way more apologetic than necessary. Almost pleading. Like she was actually afraid I could be offended or something. “But why do you want me to learn that?”

“Can’t hurt, can it?”

I knew they didn’t believe that I would teach Ava something like this for no reason. But they, once again, refrained from questioning me further. After they got to their classes, I sat down in the library and continued my research from the morning.

Pulling out the photo I took of Ava’s birth control pills, I surprisingly quickly found a bunch of sugar pills that bore a remarkable resemblance in an online store for ... certain kinky activities. I could even get them in the right colors: Eggshell-White and Yellow-Ocher. There were a few obvious differences, but I was confident she wouldn’t notice those unless she took a closer look, and I thought I could play it so she wouldn’t. I also chose a few toys I thought could be fun to try on my sisterly fucktoy and pending cumdumpster. Same Day Delivery would fit perfectly, since Ava would be exhausted after the training, making it easier for me to mess with her head.

With that taken care of, I started my research on the money issue, pursuing the idea I had the evening before.

I was surprised how many buildings in this city were in foreclosure. And more specifically, how many of them were within walking distance of the local community college Ava and Maggie were planning to attend. A few of them didn’t even look too run down. More like the original owners were pissed about getting kicked out, and wanted to lessen the property value so the bank wouldn’t make too much of a profit.

I thought about expanding the plan to the area around UT Austin and utilize Golden Boy’s college attendance, but the listings in that area were way out of my price range. I knew, however, that I couldn’t pull this off on my own even in the areas that were in my price range. Even for the cheaper buildings, I needed help from an adult with a credit score.

Preferably, I wanted someone with a good credit score, so the parents were out of the question. I couldn’t trust the grandparents after calling social services on me, and thereby displaying yet another blatant disregard for my needs and wishes, so they were out too. I also didn’t want to include any of the guys from work in this. The only other person I knew would fit the criteria for certain, would be Mr. Miller, Mia’s father. But the speech he gave me, after learning that Nora had chosen me as a lover, made it quite clear he wouldn’t even consider it. That left John and Danielle. And I was SO not happy about that prospect. I admit, it was more the total lack of alternatives than my willingness to risk it, that made me give Danielle a call.

“Hey, Tim! Don’t tell me you already want me to pick up Ava.” she greeted me, half amused but also clearly concerned.

“No. Not yet, anyway. Listen...” I said, as I took a deep breath and tried to gather my courage to take this leap of faith. “I kinda need to ask you and John a big favor. I need help with something, and I absolutely need you to not tell the others.”

“Yes.” she said in a matter of fact tone.

“You ... really? Just like that?”

“Absolutely.” She sounded absolutely serious. When I didn’t comment, she probably suspected I had a hard time believing her, so she elaborated. “Tim, that’s what we’ve been waiting for! You CAN trust us, and this is finally an opportunity to prove it to you! Even if it wasn’t about that, after everything you did for us over the last month alone, we owe you.”

“Okay ... then ... Could we meet up sometime tomorrow? I still need to work out my sales pitch, but I suspect we won’t take long. You’ll probably know pretty quickly if you want to get involved or not. Maybe an hour, depending on how many questions come up on your side.”

“I’ll tell John. Let’s meet at our place at Twelve tomorrow? By then I’ll be done with the grocery shopping, so we’ll have time. And Maggie will be out with her friends, so we can talk without worrying about her listening in again.”

“Sounds good. Thanks, Danny.” I said before ending the call.

Ava’s and Mia’s classes ended relatively early, at around Two in the afternoon, on Fridays. I had used the remaining time to look for a few more estates in foreclosure and printed the most promising ones for the meeting with John and Danielle. The longer I thought about my idea, the more I thought that it could actually work. But in the end, I absolutely had to trust John and Danielle to not screw me over on this deal. All the paperwork would be in their names, so they would be the sole beneficiaries, while I would be financing it and doing all the work in secret with no documented ties to it. I hated that prospect, though if they screwed me over, at least it wouldn’t be that big of a loss. I wasn’t meant to have that money anyway.

When Ava and Mia arrived in the Hallway, they were unusually giddy and seemed excited. They spent the drive to Mia’s home speculating about the training I mentioned. Only when I had parked the car, and we were about to enter the house, did I finally pick up on what they were actually saying.

“This is exciting! I really wonder what he’ll be teaching us.” I heard Mia say, causing me to stop in my tracks.

“Eh ... Mia? What do you mean by ‘teaching us’? I told you that I would be teaching Ava.” I asked her, but she just kept walking into the living room where she found her parents and brother, and told them about ‘our’ afternoon plans. Then she told them how I wanted to exclude her from them.

“Why don’t you want to teach my little girl how to defend herself!?” Nora asked, with a barely noticeable accusation in her voice, that was betrayed by the smirk on her lips.

“Well, when I said that I’m gonna teach Ava self defense, I used those words so they knew what I’m talking about. But the thing is ... There is no such thing as a self defense technique. Basically, if you want to know how to possibly get out of a choke hold, you first need to know how a choke hold works. That’s not something you learn from someone telling you or watching a video. I’ll have to teach you how to put someone in a choke hold yourself. Yes, there will be a few techniques, but I don’t think you’d want your daughter to learn that. Especially since the techniques we learn at Carter are ... rough.”

“No, I actually do!” George, Mia’s father suddenly proclaimed. The demanding voice surprised even Nora and his two children. “She’s going to attend college in the fall. As much as I would like to, I won’t be able to watch out for her anymore, and we all heard the stories about drunk frat boys. I would sleep a lot better knowing she’d be able to defend herself.”

“And it’s not like you really have a choice in this matter.” Mia added, smirking when I raised an eyebrow in doubt. “You said you’d drive me where I want, when I want. Well, now I want you to drive me and Ava to your company gym. And when we’re already there, you can just as well include me in that training.”

I thought about that for a moment, but couldn’t really come up with any way to refuse her. At least not without making her parents, the client, angry.

“Look ... This is not like driving a bicycle. First of all, you’ll need someone to train with. Then you’ll need someone to continuously train with. That’s actually the really important part. If you want to utilize any of this when you’re being attacked, taken by surprise and afraid, you’ll need to be able to rely on muscle memory. The key for that is endless repetition.”

“So take Jacky with you!” Nora suggested, placing her hand on his arm. “He’s a big and strong guy. He’ll be the perfect partner for Mia to train with. Exactly the type she needs to learn to fight off.” I had to suppress a laugh when I heard her unintended characterization of her son. “He’ll be here for a few weeks, and I’m sure we can work something out after that.”

Well ... shit. I was banking on Mia bailing out once she realized this wouldn’t be a one-and-done commitment, but now I was out of arguments. I didn’t like Nora’s suggestion at all. I know, he is her son and she will always see him as her little angel. But, to me, that was the guy who spent his entire high school career as a bully and borderline sexual predator, and now she wanted me to show him how to be better at that!? Was that woman nuts!? Of course, there was no way to actually explain that without potentially causing trouble for Bill. At least Jack looked just as enthusiastic about joining us as I felt about having him join us. However, since ‘Jacky’ would be playing the aggressor for Mia, maybe it would be fun to watch as he got his ass handed to him by his little sister.

So, I sighed, nodded, and made my way to the car to wait for them. On the way to the gym, Ava and Mia continued their gossiping on the backseat, while Jack spent his time admiring the car, asking questions about its performance and how it handled. Apparently, driving around in an armored car was a noteworthy experience for him.

I started the training very much like it started for me, showing them proper stances, posture and testing their strength. Surprisingly, Ava and Mia were in much better shape than the football player Jack. Especially when it comes to flexibility. Unsurprisingly, however, Jack challenged me on almost everything I said.

“That’s bullshit!” he called out when I explained what an effective defensive stance looks like. “You need to get your hands up and cover your head! Not hold them at chest height!”

I sighed.

“Look, Jack, I’m not teaching boxing here. What we’re training is how to deal with an actual attack, not how to win a damn competition in a ring! When you’re in a boxing spar, you’re welcome to block half your field of vision with your fists, because you only have one single opponent who’s ideally in front of you. In a street fight you need to be able to see his friends coming at you from the sides. And since real fights have no rules about not punching you in the nuts, you’d do well to keep your hands at center. This way, your hands travel an equal distance to block, no matter where the next attack is aimed at.”

“That ... actually makes sense.” Ava remarked with a thoughtful expression, while Mia nodded along. That shut him up, as he seemed lost for arguments.

“Now, that cheerleading of yours seems to be quite the exercise. You’re both in great shape and super flexible. That’ll help you a lot when trying to get away from an attack. Let me show you the next thing. Mia, get on your back in front of me, please.” I asked, and waited for her to lay down before I continued. “Most of what we’ll do will be grappling, because that’s essentially what guys will do when they’ll try to have their way with you. So...” I continued, as I reached forward and spread Mia’s legs to position myself between them. “ ... Jack and I will act like actual attackers. You Okay with that?” I asked, looking between Mia and Ava.

Ava looked at me kneeling between Mia’s legs, then at Jack, and thought for a moment. I got the impression that she was not too keen on the idea of having him handle her, but after a moment she nodded her head. Luckily for her, I had no intention of letting that prick touch her. Mia, on the other hand, acted differently than I had expected. Seeing me between her legs seemed to affect her. She was excited! As I spoke, I let my hands wander almost casually and she was looking at me with a slightly opened mouth, her eyes growing bigger when I squeezed a little. Her breathing also grew in intensity. Little did she know, this was going to get much more intimate. Seeing her react like this had an effect on me as well. An effect she would get to feel soon.

“Also, that question wasn’t just directed at the girls.” I said, without breaking eye contact with Mia. “You need to be comfortable with being close to them as well, Jack. If this is meant to teach them anything, they need to train these movements in a realistic setting.”

With that, I let my hands slide to the hollow of Mia’s knees, turned my palms up to cup the underside of her soft thighs, and pushed my hands all the way up to the bottom of her buttcheeks. The look she gave me was pure surprise, but I greatly enjoyed how she would just let me feel her up like this. Though, I wasn’t sure whether she enjoyed my touch, or my boldness had just stunned her.

Done with the slow and casual movements, I strongly grabbed her hips and roughly pulled Mia’s body into my groin like she weighed nothing, even lifting her butt a few inches off the ground for maximum impact, and her legs came to rest on my shoulders. She felt my hardness slam against her center, the force of the impact traveled through her body and caused her breasts to jump. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers as she let out a mixture of a surprised shriek and an involuntary moan, but she made absolutely no attempt to protest in any way. She just stared at me and she knew, had we been naked, I would have slammed myself balls deep inside her.

Despite teasing her for days about secretly having a thing for me, I was still somewhat surprised when her chest was now heaving and, to my greatest satisfaction, saw her chewing on her bottom lip. I would have expected her to chew ME out for that stunt. I finally turned my head towards Jack, but refused to let go of Mia’s hips, or even ease up on pressing her covered mound against my hard cock. It even seemed like she enjoyed the feeling so much, she didn’t even care about her brother standing six feet away watching us.

“This won’t work if you keep your distance from her because you’re embarrassed, or want to respect her personal safe space, or some other crap. When some guy attacks her, he’ll be up close inside her guard. So she’ll need to train with a partner that’s up close inside her guard as well. Otherwise we can’t be sure her tendons, joints and muscles will cooperate when she’s in real danger.”

“Are you serious!?” Jack protested, obviously uncomfortable with what I asked of him, and obviously tempted to set me straight for manhandling his little sister. I doubt he ever saw my erection, I had long since learned to conceal my ‘wrestling boners’, as Tess used to call them. But he certainly saw the way Mia reacted to me. “It can’t make that much of a difference if I keep a few inches of space between us!”

“Do you hold back on your tackles during football practice as well, so you won’t hurt your teammates?” I asked, and he shook his head. “Of course you don’t! Because they need to learn to deal with it before it happens in a real game. If you see the need for that, when it’s just about playing with your balls on the field, why wouldn’t you acknowledge that need when we’re trying to prepare your sister for actual assaults? Trust me, a few inches make one hell of a difference! If she is to actually learn how to move in a situation like that, you can not make it easier for her while she trains.” I assured him.

And I really meant it! This wasn’t just me molesting his sister, the bitch who tormented me in school for so long, and thereby getting a little payback on both of them. This was an actual problem with most self-defense courses offered nowadays.

That made sense to him. He was bound to know what I just told him from his football training already, so he relented and I could instruct Ava and Mia on how to do “the shrimp”. By the time they had the movement down, our hour was up and the first people from the firm started filing into the gym. We packed up and drove back to the Miller house. During the drive, Jack was still trying to question my methods, but I noticed the backseat was unusually quiet. Looking in the rearview mirror, I saw Mia regard me with thoughtful and, whenever she noticed me watching, shy looks. Ava seemed to take great interest in her friend’s unusual behavior.

After we arrived at Mia’s home, and all of us had made their way inside, I located whoever was currently assigned watchduty and answered Nora’s and Mr. Miller’s questions about how the training went. As I turned to leave, however, Mia called out to me.

“Tim! When’s ... when do you come by next?” The highly unusual uncertainty in her voice, as well as her fidgeting fingers, weren’t lost on anyone in the room. “I mean ... for the training. You said we’d have to do it regularly, but Monday is our last Cheer practice and Christmas break starts Tuesday.”

Damn! So much to me not having to stand in the gym’s hallway for three hours!

“Well, how about the same time tomorrow?” I said, and she immediately had an eager smile on her face, while her eyes almost sparkled. That wasn’t lost on Nora as well, who suddenly developed a smirk while examining her daughter’s behavior. “Normally I train every day after the office closes. But you have your social calendars, so that won’t do. I would like to get you two up to speed quickly, though. Maybe you and Ava could sit together on Monday, see if we can cram one or two sessions into your week’s schedule?”

“Yes!” she proclaimed, sounding quite pleased with my answer, while bouncing on her feet. “We’ll do that. See you tomorrow then!” she said, before leaving the room while waving us goodbye, and leaped up the stairs out of sight.

I blinked after her for a moment, before shrugging my shoulders and moving towards the door.

I knew I wasn’t exactly experienced with girls, so I also knew that I was probably just imagining things. There was no way she would actually look forward to training with me. She was just looking forward to training, period. Despite me being around her so much now, and despite me identifying her potential stalker, we still barely knew each other. Sure, we had a few honest conversations over the last few days, giving each other a rather intimate insight into each other’s personalities, and her mother had apparently also worked on her to get her a changed perspective. But that couldn’t possibly be enough to make us grow that close. At least, not that I thought.

Back in the car, I noticed that it was almost dinnertime. Following my plan to discourage Ava’s submissiveness outside the bedroom, I opted to include her in the evening planning.

“So, hungry?” I asked, as I pulled out of the driveway.

“God, Yes!”

“Any cravings? Wishes? Ideas?” I followed up, causing her to look at me with even greater uncertainty than I had seen in Mia just before.

“No ... whatever you want is fine.”

“Come on, no after work out rituals?”

“Maybe one.” she said after a moment of hesitation. For some reason she was furiously blushing while saying it, which confused me. My inquiring and expectant stare caused her to look at her hands and mumble something.

“What? Sorry, I didn’t catch that.” I said, smirking about what it could be that got her so shy. She took a breath to steady herself.

“Logan said ... after working out, I need a ... a protein injection.”

She had started out in a normal voice, but her volume had steadily declined as she continued on. Realizing what she was talking about, I just sat in the driver’s seat and stared at her dumbfounded, before I couldn’t hold it anymore and loudly burst out.

“HOLY SHIT that’s cringy! Logan - the great charmer Logan - said that? ‘Protein injection’!?” she nodded sheepishly. “Oh. My. God. I can’t believe someone would actually say that while not shooting porn!”

I couldn’t help it, I just laughed. Loudly. It had been a long time since I actually, happily, and heartily laughed. Even that Thanksgiving, when Logan’s secret pornshoots were exposed, it was a quite bitter laugh. And that situation with Nora in my closet was rather short lived. This, right now, I thoroughly enjoyed so much I contemplated stopping the car. Luckily, Ava knew I wasn’t making fun of her, and after a moment even joined in. When we had calmed down again, she spoke up.

“I was never the type who comes out of the gym and feels like I need to reward myself for working out or something. So, I really don’t have any cravings right now.”

“How abou ... wait! I remember this part from Tess!” I called out and she looked at me in surprise. “I ask what you want to eat, you say it doesn’t matter. But when I start suggesting things, you tell me you’re not in the mood for it until I finally suggest something that piques your interest. So, let’s do it alphabetically. How about Albanian?”

She blinked at me for a moment and suddenly started laughing.

“Are you seriously giving your sister the girlfriend-treatment?” She didn’t sound playful, or mocking. I could have been imagining it, but I thought she sounded almost intrigued.

“Well, you live with me, spend your entire day with me, sleep in my bed with me ... It was bound to happen at some point.” I shot back.

“Fine. But I’m actually really not in the mood for Albanian food.” she giggled.

“Who would’ve thought!”

An hour later, we arrived in my apartment with a bag of Mexican Quesadillas, though I couldn’t tell if she actually had an appetite for them, or just grew tired of teasing me. I immediately spotted the parcel in front of my door. I told Ava to go clean herself up before we eat, so I would have a chance to sort through its contents undisturbed.

On my way to my bedroom, I grabbed a Ziplock bag from the kitchen, placed the parcel on my desk, and was happy to discover that it contained everything I ordered. I quickly transferred the right amount of fake birth control pills into the Ziplock bag and stored it in my nightstand. I wasn’t sure when I would get the chance to use them, but I would just have to steer her in the right direction so they’d be nearby when the time came. Then I placed the toys and the KY in my desk drawer.

Back on the sofa, after using the opportunity to slip into some sweatpants myself, we both started consuming our dinner in front of the TV. I let her choose the movie, quickly learning that ‘Pitch Perfect’ is NOT my kind of film. Ava obviously thought differently, and, immediately after finishing her dinner, snuggled up into my right side while being totally absorbed into the movie. Her doing so struck me as weird, but I didn’t want to tell her off. I wanted her to do things like that out of her own volition. I wanted to avoid telling her what to do, when it wasn’t about sex, as much as possible. And, if I was being honest with myself, I kind of enjoyed being so close to a feminine body again.

It didn’t take long for this to evolve further, though, and that did somewhat irritate me. A few minutes after she had snuggled up into me, she grabbed my right arm I had placed on the backrest, and draped it over herself before rubbing her face against my chest like she was trying to create a hollow in a pillow. Another few minutes later, she wrapped both of her arms around the one she had draped over herself, and let out a content sigh. A few minutes after that, she repositioned herself so her torso was effectively lying on top of mine.

I couldn’t help but contemplate what she thought this was. It was just five days ago that I laid into her for not defending me in front of her friends, but now we were sitting on the sofa like I had with Tess. My girlfriend, Tess. Ava was my sister, and not even one I held in the highest regard! While I did fuck her senseless once, and fully planned to do so a few more times, we would never be lovers. Which she had to know as well. So, why was she behaving like this?

Remembering the way I fucked her, my thoughts drifted to the box of toys I had stored away in my desk drawer, and to the plan I had hatched for her. That, in turn, caused my dick to grow in anticipation. Suddenly, I heard a half suppressed moan coming from Ava, as I felt her squirm a little while her grip on my arm tightened. I looked down, only to realize that I had unconsciously started to trace my middle finger in circles around her now hardened left nipple. It visibly protruded from the unnecessarily tight tank top she was wearing, and simply invited me to just keep playing with it. So, I did.

The movie had about eighty minutes of runtime left at that point. I spent the entirety of them playing with Ava’s body, stroking, tickling, pulling, and a few times even pinching her hard nipples, effectively exploring her various erogenous zones while feigning ignorance as to what I was doing, and resisting her attempts to pull my hand in between her legs. I wanted her to be as randy as possible for my plan to work, while simultaneously demonstrating that I was the one in charge when it came to sex. After a while, I allowed my hand to wander towards her waist to grab the bottom of her top, and pulled it up over her breasts, exposing them for better access.

I learned that she was quite sensitive around her belly button, heard her purr when I lightly scraped my fingernails over the inner side of her forearms, and she was mewling when I nibbled her earlobe. By then she was stroking the inside of my thigh, no doubt encouraged by the massive erection my sweatpants couldn’t hide in the slightest. I did not allow her to stroke it for extended periods of time, however, as I was seriously worried I would just come in my pants after stimulating her tight body for so long. Whenever she tried to pull my hand towards her steaming mound, I instead let my fingernails drag along the inside of her thighs, like I did with the inner side of her forearms before, only ‘accidentally’ touching her soaking crotch in passing.

The smell of her arousal was thick in the air. By the time the credits started rolling over the TV-screen, she had long forgotten about the movie entirely. All of my probing had simply driven her crazy with need, and I could hear her consistently letting out wanton and frustrated moans. Her breath had become ragged, as she rubbed her thighs together.

She had readjusted her body once again, so her naked breasts were rubbing against my torso, her face buried in the side of my neck so she could kiss and suck on it with such want, I was sure I would find a few hickeys the next morning. She was continuously and somewhat forcibly rubbing my groin by then, feeling the thick and rock hard piece of meat in my pants.

I smiled at that development. From what I witnessed in my time living with the family, I knew they were all used to having sex multiple times per day. Ava had now gone completely without another person’s touch for two days at that point. When she finally couldn’t take it anymore, she lifted her face up so her lips were close to my ear, and sensually whispered in a voice that was dripping with sexual need.

“Please, Tim! I need you! You have me sopping wet from your teasing! Please, please, I NEED you to fuck me!”

“Oh? Is that so?”

I let go of her nipple and let my fingernails scrape down her stomach and belly button, causing her shoulders to tremble. Then I moved them across her lower abdomen to her inner thighs, causing them to lightly jerk. And finally, I cupped her crotch with my hand, causing her to let out one long and loud moan while pressing her face into my neck. She didn’t exaggerate! She was literally soaking wet! I didn’t even push my hand into her pants, just touched her from outside them, and they felt like she had peed herself! Surprised, I lifted my hand to inspect it, and could see the moisture glistening on my palm and fingers. Acting like I was trying to decide what to do next, I placed the wet fingers in my mouth and sucked her juices off them. This clearly just made it worse for her, and she switched tactics.

“Mom told me about what you two did.” she proclaimed, and I didn’t immediately understand where she was going with this. But when she continued, I understood fully. “Please, Babybrother, don’t you want to fuck your big sister as well? Mom was giving you the love you missed out on. I should’ve been there for my little brother, but I wasn’t. Take me now, Babybrother! Use your sister’s body! Let all your frustrations out and pump all that anger I deserve inside me! Please!”

Apparently, Claire had told her about the night we spent together, not skimping on the details of how I reacted to her. Especially how I reacted when she called herself ‘Mommy’. Now Ava was doing the same by playing up the incestrous aspect of our pending coupling. I leaned over, wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her body onto mine.

As soon as her butt came to rest in my lap, she started gyrating her hips to grind herself against my hard cock. She did so as best as she could, with her back turned to me and my arms holding her in place. I grabbed both of her thighs and roughly pulled her legs apart so she was straddling me. Then wrapped my left arm around her upper body, trapping both of her arms to immobilize her, and placed my right hand between her legs. I lightly kneaded her mound in a way that would tease a possible release, but would never be enough to drive her to a climax.

“I don’t know.” I mused. “It’s true, you were a bitch to me. So, tell me, Princess. Why should I do something to make you happy, after you spent so much time attacking my own happiness?”

I increased the force with which I was massaging her sex, while once more nibbling on her earlobe, just so she wouldn’t think that I had told her off. Once again, a needy moan escaped her lips.

“PLEASE! I’ll do ANYTHING for you, Babybrother! I NEED you!” She was now almost shouting while her body squirmed in my lap.

“Anything? Really?”

“Yeeeees! Please!” she breathed.

“But this seems unfair, Princess. Using you for my pleasure sounds like something people would do for revenge, but let’s be honest here ... it feels like you want to be used. So, in reality, I would just do you a favor, wouldn’t I? When was the last time you did anything for me?” Hearing this, she let out a frustrated mixture of a mouselike squeak and sob. “So, what else could I do to you, to make up for the years you treated me so badly?”

“ANYTHING!” she immediately shouted. “I promise you, Babybrother, you can do anything! You can use every part of my body as you want, my body is yours! I’m yours!”

I had her. I smiled.

“So, every part of your body is mine. Are you sure about that? What about your pussy?”

As I asked that, the hand on her mound squeezed it, and she nodded vigorously.

“What about your mouth?”

As I asked that, I lifted the hand that was now soaked in her juices to her mouth, and she started licking and sucking my fingers clean while nodding again.

“And...” I started, moving my hand back between her legs, only this time, as she instinctively pressed her hips forward to meet my hand, I pushed my fingers underneath the elastic waistband of her pants. Then my fingers rubbed across her radiating folds before I finally pressed the very tip of my middle finger against her tight little brown hole without entering her. “ ... what about this?”

This time, she hesitated.

“If ... if you want your big sister’s little butt, it’s yours whenever you want it! Just like the rest of me!”

She leaned her head back and started trailing kisses along my jaw. I decided that I couldn’t ask the final question, yet. When I asked about taking her ass, it obviously brought her down a little. Apparently, she wasn’t a big fan of anal sex, which surprised me, as she seemed to have enjoyed it tremendously on her sixteenth birthday. Though, after finding out that Logan and Aaron cultivated her submissiveness, I’d rather not ask about the specifics behind that change in preference. I’d just have to incorporate it into my plan.

The currently pressing matter was that, for my plan to work at all, she needed to be at the height of passion. It would have to wait until the next evening. For now, it was time both of us got some release.

“So you belong to me?” I asked as I pushed two fingers into her well lubricated canal and rubbed my thumb over her clit. She screamed out a loud “YESSSSSSS!”.

I pulled my fingers out of her, pushed my right arm underneath her legs, and carried her into my bedroom. I threw her on the bed, got my clothes off as she ripped her own away, and grabbed her shoulders. Roughly, I pulled her upper body towards me, pushed her down onto the bed, and turned her on her back with her head hanging off the edge.

I had never done this with Tess, but was eager to try it out. I went down on my knees, so my cock was perfectly aligned with her face. As soon as she noticed my stiff cock pointing at her, she opened her mouth wide and even stuck her tongue out, inviting me to fuck her throat. An invitation I gladly accepted.

Smiling upon her willingness, I placed both my hands on either side of her neck, causing her to crane it upwards a little more. That, in turn, caused her throat to protrude in a visible bulge, perfectly showcasing the canal my dick was waiting to invade. I loved it! So, I extended my thumbs to lightly massage that bulge as I slowly pushed into her mouth.

When my tip touched her tongue, she closed her lips around it to suck it into her like a vacuum. Then I pushed further, feeling my tip scrape along her wet and soft tongue, until it passed her uvula, and I groaned in pleasure as I looked down on us. The view of my cock vanishing in between her lips, the subtle movement of her protruding throat as I held it in place with my hands, her now flat breasts heaving, and her legs spread wide as I fucked into her mouth. It was an image I would never forget.

After I had used her for about a minute, her hands found their way in between her widely spread legs, where she immediately started furiously rubbing her fingertips across her engorged clit. I simply enjoyed feeling the power I had over her until it seemed like she had a surprisingly quick, if small, orgasm. I only noticed it because of the sudden increase in strength with which she sucked on me, and the erratic shaking of her legs. This wouldn’t do. I wanted to be the one giving orgasms!

I let go of her neck, leaned forward, grabbed her hands to pull them off her sex, and pinned them to the mattress by her sides. This caused her to let out a sound of pure frustration and protest, as she lifted her butt off the bed and gyrated her hips in the air, but she never stopped sucking. I leaned forward even further, inhaled her scent, and placed a kiss on her clit, causing her to moan and suck on my cock even stronger.

I didn’t want to fuck her face while her hands were pinned down, in case she needed to signal me to stop with her mouth stuffed. So, I let go of them, steadied myself on the mattress next to her hip instead, and went to work.

My hips followed the rest of my body and slowly pushed my cock deeper into her throat than before. The feeling of her upper sphincter at the entrance to her esophagus squeezing my tip, as my balls rested on her nose, was heavenly. And I almost lost myself in the pleasure when she swallowed a few times, causing her throat muscles to massage my entire shaft. When I started thrusting back and forth, her throat produced wet slurping noises and I could feel her hand massaging my balls. This was enough for me to know I could continue.

I steadied myself on one hand, so I could push my other arm around her raised leg and start fucking two fingers into her. My lips sealed around her clit, I sucked on it while massaging the hood of her hardened knob with the tip of my tongue, pausing from time to time to drag the flat of my tongue over her labia instead. Whenever I did that, I had to push my body forward even more, and consequently pushed my groin into her face with force until I could feel her teeth on the skin of my pubic bone.

I started out relatively slow, but as the first signs of her first real orgasm of the night showed, I sped up significantly to push her towards it. When she was rubbing my crotch on the sofa, I was afraid I would come in my pants. Naturally, when I felt my dick being massaged by her throat muscles, I knew I was already halfway there and wouldn’t last long. One and a half hours of teasing and foreplay had just as much of an effect on me as it had on her.

Ava surprised me, though. She came again, with her whole body trembling and jerking this time, within merely five minutes of me working her most sensitive parts. The shaking of her head, while my cock was still lodged deep inside her throat, caused me to completely blank on what was happening to her. Only when I heard a sudden choking sound emanate from between my legs, did I remember to pull my cock completely out of her mouth so she could enjoy her orgasm without worrying about air, or biting me. I made sure, however, to never stop licking her, sucking her, or fucking her with my fingers. Even as her fingernails clawed at my hips and legs, and her juices started literally shooting out of her drenching the mattress, I didn’t stop. Her orgasm seemingly just kept going endlessly as long as I kept steadily stimulating her.

When she finally came down and all but collapsed beneath me, I was torn. I wasn’t one to fuck sleeping or passed out women ... but I hadn’t come yet! I pulled my fingers out of her gushing hole and started rubbing them over her hard and now salient clit instead, trying to elicit a reaction from her, but nothing happened. She just lay there motionless and defenselessly, deeply breathing and with a thoroughly relaxed expression on her face. I reached the conclusion that she wanted me to use her body, so that was what I did.

I walked around the bed and pulled her completely onto the mattress by her feet, before spreading her legs back apart and climbing in between them. I placed her legs on my shoulders before leaning forward, so it would naturally lift her hips and give me the perfect angle to enter her as deeply as possible.

And that is how I woke her. I rammed my cock into her to the hilt, with one forceful thrust, feeling my tip rip through her until it threatened to penetrate her cervix. Her eyes shot wide open and she screamed out a mixture of a moan and a wail. Immediately her hands shot up to grab the sides of my neck, but she made no attempt to push me off or protest.

“OH GAAAAAWWWD! YES! FUCK ME! TAKE ME!” she screamed, as I ground against her to enjoy the feeling of her canal massaging my shaft while her cervix squeezed my tip. Taking her plea to heart, I pinned her hands above her head, pulled my hips back, and started furiously slamming into her.

“Well, Big Sister...” I started through my panting, after steadily slamming our groins together for a good while. “ ... you told me to use your body. How does your little brother’s tiny Dick feel, hmm?”

“NOH-OT TI-NY-HY! DEF-IN-IT-LY NOT TI-HI-NY!” she screamed again, accentuated by a grunted exhale whenever I forcefully slammed into her.

“Does your body belong to me?” I asked, getting out of breath. I felt my orgasm approach, so I stopped the powerful thrusts and switched to long piston-like strokes. This way, I would last until I had accomplished the final, but most important, goal for the day.

“YES! BELONG! YOU!”

“This mouth is mine!”

“YES!”

“This pussy is mine!”

“OH GOD! YES!”

“This ass is mine!”

“YES! YES! YES! Everything! EVERYTHING YOU WANT!”

“All of you belongs to me now! And ONLY me!”

“YES, BROTHER! I’M YOURS! YOUR FUCKTOY! ONLY YOURS! ONLY YOU CAN FUCK MEEEEIIIIIHHH!”

That was it. I had played with her desire to be sexually used and got the declaration I needed before I could continue with my plan. It was then I felt her whole body quake again. Just like before, her juices literally shot out of her, despite my thick cock doing its best to plug her hole.

I Kept going as to not disturb her orgasm, having learned from Tess that some women can be quite pissed if you mess up their climax, and soon noticed that Ava was in absolute heaven.

As her body quaked, she held her breath with her mouth wide open for a silent scream. Her eyes were just as wide as her mouth, but slowly rolled into the back of her head when I simply refused to stop fucking into her. When the quaking finally stopped, I deliberately pulled out of her, pulled her towards me by her feet until she plopped with her ass on the floor in front of me, and pushed my cock into her mouth.

Her eyes now half closed, her arms hanging by her sides, she still moaned as she sucked our mixed juices off my shaft.

“Yes! Be a good sister and make me cum in your mouth! Drink all of your little brother’s cum!” I commanded.

And she did.

As soon as I had finished that sentence, her eyes fluttered and she moaned in bliss. She sucked my tip like it was the only thing she cared about anymore, as I held her head in place and rapidly jerked my shaft off into her mouth. She didn’t even falter as I stepped back without letting go of her head, so she had to lean forward and angle her head upwards, and then slammed her face into my groin.

My cock slid right back into her throat, her nose nested against my pubic bone, and I erupted, sending my cum directly into her stomach. I heard her loudly swallow multiple times without removing her lips from my cock, and even when I was done twitching between her lips, she just kept going until I was soft. I finally pushed her back, so she leaned back against the bed before she seemed to simply pass out on the floor.

I was completely spent, gasping for air, and barely able to stand on my wobbly legs. However, I somehow managed to lift Ava onto the bed and plop down next to her. This was WAY more intense than I had anticipated, but I don’t think Aaron or Logan had ever taken the time to properly get her engines running before using her body. Well, if things went the way I hoped, Ava would soon learn the difference by direct comparison.

I couldn’t help but remember my state after the first time I fucked her. Back then, I thought it would be a great point for my bucket list to make her fully understand what she could have had, if only she had not pushed me away. Now it seemed like I could actually achieve that goal, with the added effect of making her feel the consequences of being that submissive towards the others. She would have quite some things to regret, once I would send her back home and finally separate myself fully from her family.

After lying next to Ava for a good while, she started stirring again, which pulled me out of my funk. I scooted off the bed and went into the bathroom, filling the tub with hot water, and throwing a bath bomb in it. Then I went back into the bedroom, prodding Ava to wake her up. Her eyes fluttered, and, when they focused on my face, she grinned sleepily but happily. So, I lifted her off the bed, carried her into the bathroom, and placed her body in the bathtub so she could relax a little while I took care of that swamp formerly known as my mattress.

I made a mental note to go back to Ikea and get one of those waterproof mattress protectors for future endeavors. For now, I just stripped the bed completely and placed a few towels on it before placing the new sheets on it.

By the time the bed was done, Ava came out of the bathroom, not bothering to cover herself in any way. When I tried to enter the bathroom myself, she just grabbed my arm to turn me towards her. She gave me a searching look, as if she was checking for something in my eyes, but after only a second or two she seemed happy with what she saw, pulled me back on the bed, and finally under the covers. Completely ignoring my protests, she laid her head on my chest, wrapped one leg around mine so her thigh lay on top of my groin, an arm around my belly to pull herself close to me, and whispered into my ear.

“Don’t go. I love your smell.”

I wasn’t entirely sure how to react to that statement, but I didn’t have a chance anyway. As soon as she had closed her mouth, her breathing slowed and her grip on me relaxed, telling me that she had fallen asleep instantly. Spent and relaxed myself, I mentally shrugged my shoulders and closed my eyes as well.