Tiny Tim

Chapter 16

When I awoke the next morning, unusually relaxed and refreshed, I realized there was no rude awakening that night. I slept without any trouble requiring me to perform the breathing exercises Danny had shown me. I wasn’t entirely sure if I should be happy about that, however, since I did not know for certain if it was caused by the exhausting sex, or the fact that I had my big sister cuddled up to me in a loving embrace. Either way, I appreciated it, and would never admit this development in front of Danny.

I carefully extracted myself from her hold, found my shorts, and snuck into the kitchen. Sadly, I had no clue what she preferred for breakfast, so I got a few dough pieces out of the freezer to prepare freshly baked bread rolls, and stocked the small dining table with whatever I thought would go well with them, as well as some fruits. Just in case, I also decided to prepare the classic bacon and eggs. The smell must have woken her up, because, just as I had grabbed a few paper towels to place the bacon on, Ava startled me by suddenly embracing me from behind.

I almost dropped the plate I was holding. I immediately found myself remembering the morning after I slept with Claire. I had worried that she seemed to have fallen under the misconception that we were somehow good after she let me fuck her once. Now, after I had spent one night with Ava, she behaved in a very similar way by displaying affectionate gestures of intimacy. It was massively irritating. I had absolutely no interest in encouraging it directly, but, on the other hand, why should I deny myself the pleasure of having a tight, hot girl wanting me?

“Good Morning, Princess. How are you feeling?” I asked hesitantly.

“A little sore, but also still tingling down there.” I heard her answer quietly without letting go of me.

“Yeah, I had no idea you could get off like that.” I chuckled. “But it’s been a long time since I had so much fun myself.”

“Hmm. I never did that.” Her voice was even smaller than before.

“Never did what?” I asked, confused. “Get off or have fun?”

“No ... when I came. I, like, never did that when I came before.” She sounded quite embarrassed, and I still had to think hard about what she was even talking about. Then I finally understood.

“OH! You mean you never squirted before?”

Instead of answering, she squeezed me harder, buried her face in my back, and released a mouselike sound of protest. This was ... extremely cute, in a way.

“Don’t worry about it. Though, I better pick up some waterproof sheets for my little bedwetter.” I laughed. I couldn’t help but tease her about it after I noticed her embarrassment, and her reaction was to slap my back, which weirdly caused me to wince. My back was burning! Then I remembered how she was clawing at my back during one of her orgasms last night.

“I’m sorry about that too.” she whispered softly, and placed a kiss on my back, right where it was burning.

To my great horror, I felt myself thrown back to the day I sat in front of my computer, with Claire massaging my shoulders and Granny lightly scratching my neck. Those light and intimate caresses they had subjected me to, after I had missed out on any kind of loving intimacy for as long as I could remember, caused an uncomfortable reaction of appreciation in my body. And just now, when Ava lovingly placed that kiss on my burning back to sooth my pain, the goosebumps once again spread over my entire body.

I did NOT want to admit how that small, simple contact made me feel. Luckily for me, Ava did not draw any attention to my circumstance, and simply glossed over it as she spoke up again.

“I don’t know what happened to me. I was ... it was just crazy intense. It was never like that before. I have some ointment in my bathroom. I’ll put it on your back right now.”

“Don’t worry about that, either. And it’s not exactly surprising this is new for you.” I said dryly, to which she finally stepped next to me while still keeping one arm wrapped around my waist, and gave me a rather questioning look. “Let’s sit down first, I’m pretty much done here and it would be a waste to let the bacon get cold and soggy.”

She turned to the small dining area and froze for a moment before sitting down and blinking at the crammed table. I think she didn’t realize how much I had prepared when she came in. I placed a plate with fried eggs and bacon on the table, then took the bread rolls out of the oven, and put them next to it.

“You even freshly BAKED bread!? Why?” she asked incredulously in a loud voice.

“I don’t really know what you normally have for breakfast, so I prepared a little extra. I’m sorry if you prefer cereal, I don’t have any. I kinda got used to having a bigger breakfast, since my days are normally longer with school, then work, and then a few hours in the gym.”

“Oh ... uh ... thank you!” she answered sheepishly.

“Now ... about last night. Can I be brutally honest with you?” She immediately nodded her head, showing no hesitation whatsoever. “Okay. It makes no god damn sense that you’re able to effortlessly take a cock down your throat in a proper face fucking, but at the same time never even knew that you could squirt! That sounds like your sexual encounters until now were somewhat one-sided in the pleasure department.”

She just looked down at her plate, shrugging her shoulders.

“They just used you to try out all the kinky shit they got into their heads, enjoyed the easy access you provided, and thought it’ll be alright to not waste time on your other needs. After all, you seemed to like it. But the way I see it, even if you like to be submissive and used, that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy other things in addition to it, and make the sex even better for everyone involved. As proven by my back, that currently feels like you traced a map for all of Colorado’s hiking trails onto it.” I grinned.

“But...” she paused to think about something. “What did you mean by ‘it’s not surprising’?”

I made sure to look her directly in the eyes before answering.

“Like anyone would be shocked to learn of Aaron and his Golden Boy only being concerned with their own needs.” I said in a mocking tone, and her eyes widened a little.

“What!? But you...” her voice trailed off, seemingly unsure how to say whatever was rushing through her mind at the moment.

I chose my next words carefully. Not to manipulate her, but because I genuinely believed it to be true, and knew how dangerous it could be for her future. It was the same reason why I warned Uncle John about it, to make sure it wouldn’t happen to Maggie.

“You know ... I’ve spent a long time hating you all with a passion. Logan and Aaron even more than the rest of you, if that’s even possible. So, feel free to completely dismiss what I’m saying as anger, bitterness, or just me shittalking them. But honestly ... All I did was prod your body for a while, to see how you react and where your sensitive areas are. I got you horny as fuck, and then kept you going for a while, so when the final release came, it was way more intense. That’s called foreplay, Princess. It’s nothing new. I’m not some sexual genius. I’m not even especially experienced. Tess was the only woman I ever slept with long enough to learn anything from, and beyond her, I only ever had sex with Claire and you.” I sure as hell would NOT tell her about fucking her best friend’s mother! “So, I didn’t really do anything special or groundbreaking last night.”

She looked at me in surprise, but I soon saw the realization set in as she seemed to go over her former sexcapates in her head. I decided to give her the time she needed and waited for her to speak. Which she did after a few minutes of us silently chewing our breakfast.

“You know, it wasn’t always like that. When we started, it was a lot of fun. But after a while, it was only really good when Mom and Danny were there too. And then, after a little more time,...” she trailed off and her eyes locked onto the table. “But I did enjoy it ... kinda...”.

I found myself reminded of the conversation I had with Danny on the sofa, when she told me about how their orgies had lost their meaning. Somehow, what Ava had just said played right into that notion of them no longer doing it out of love and mutual understanding, but more to explore their kinks and have fun. That, in turn, reminded me of her reaction to my finger prodding her ass, causing an uneasy feeling to settle in my stomach.

“You know, I can masturbate to a tree if I try long enough.” I said in an aloof tone.

“ ... What?” she blinked at me.

“That doesn’t mean I’m into trees. It doesn’t even mean that I enjoyed it. It just means that the nerve endings in my dick have been stimulated to send signals to my brain. It’s what nerves do. And it’s a completely involuntary process. Just like when you pinch your arm hard enough, the nerves in your skin will do what they’re made for, send the signals, and you will feel pain whether you like it or not. That’s biology. Not lust.”

She stared at me with a perfect poker face before speaking again.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that, just because we have orgasms, doesn’t necessarily mean that we were into whatever led to that orgasm. It’s easier for guys to understand that, because we grow up with awkward boners. We get erections for no goddamn reason all the time. It’s a purely physical reaction that’s completely detached from our brains. I imagine that’s harder for girls to wrap their heads around.”

My words obviously affected her, as she looked back at the table and contemplated them. I decided to let her make up her own mind. If she wanted to get into that further, she would let me know.

“Danny...” she started carefully. “She also said that it was different in the past.”

“She’s right.” I said, and she looked at me in a mixture of surprise and doubt. “Remember, I walked in on you all on your sixteenth. I’ve known about what you all did since you joined them. That was actually why I started removing myself from the family. Not because I was pissed that you wouldn’t include me in the fun, that actually didn’t last long after I objectively thought about it. I wasn’t attractive to you, and I was in no position to somehow demand sex from anyone, so I reluctantly accepted it. But seeing them all work together to give you pleasure, caring for you, lovingly stroking your hair and back ... while I hadn’t gotten even just a hug in years at that point ... that kinda broke me. So, yeah, I know it didn’t start out that way. Probably grew complacent with what you all had.”

I had kept all emotions out of my voice while casually placing some bacon and my fried egg in my bread roll. When I looked up, however, I could see sorrow and regret in her eyes.

“I’m so sor...” she started, but I had told them once before that I didn’t care about hearing their apologies. So I talked right over her.

“Here’s my next suspicion that you’re free to dismiss because of my past with you all. You only liked it with them because you never knew any better. With how often I could hear you all go at it, when I was still living in that house, I would’ve expected each and every one of you to be able to write a new Kamasutra. And you didn’t know you could squirt? That never happened before!? Come on, give me a break!”

“Are you saying they’re just bad in bed?” she asked with a hint of amusement in her voice.

“No, not necessarily bad. But I AM saying that Aaron and Claire have been married for ... What ... Twenty-one years? So, by now, Aaron should know what he’s doing. But then you yourself just said that the sex with him was only good when Claire or Danny were there as well. Now look at Golden Boy. He’s been at college for over four months now. Someone as good looking, charming, and presumably gifted but definitely experienced as him, should be literally drowning in pussy over there. But has he ever missed a single weekend coming back home, to stay with someone he met over there? Sure, I could be wrong. Maybe the women in your family are just that good, so no other woman can compete. I’m pretty sure, though, that he would be laughed out of the building if he ever told one of those college chics about his protein injections.”

She did not respond to that. Instead, she just seemed to contemplate that information dump I just dropped on her while I finished my own breakfast. I think that little reminder of Logan’s cringy pick-up lines at the end of my speech, went a long way in making her see things for what they really were. When I was done and had placed the leftovers in the fridge, Ava jumped up to help.

“I’ll do the dishes! You cooked!”

“Thanks.” I said, and opened the dishwasher for her, causing her to look somewhat forlorn before I checked my watch. “I should hit the shower. I’ll have to do some grocery shopping, since I didn’t have a chance during the week. Then I’ll have to meet someone at noon. Do you have plans, want to stay in, or should I drop you off at the house?”

“Oh! No ... I have some homework left to do, so I can enjoy a free sunday.”

“Alright. I’ll be back at around Three, since we’ll have to pick up Mia and Jack for our next training session.” I said, and left for my bedroom.

First order of business was to pack the cash I’d need for the meeting with Danny and John, then grab the printouts from the houses in foreclosure I had picked out. Then I made my way into the bathroom and mentally practiced my sales pitch under the shower. I had no idea if it would work, but I decided to just trust in their wish to prove themselves to me. Then I stripped the bed again to let the mattress air out, and left the apartment.

I actually went to an Ikea and got new sheets before taking care of most of the grocery shopping. Then I drove to John’s house and simply sat in my car, waiting for the clock to strike Twelve. I was nervous as hell, trying to resist the temptation to just drive back to my apartment. Earlier, I had decided that it wouldn’t be a loss if they screwed me over. But with all that cash in my passenger seat, actually seeing how much that is, that resolve had crumbled. When the time came, I just sighed, grabbed the bag, and got out of the car.

I was greeted with a hug from Danny and a handshake from John before they led me into their living room to sit down. Danny started the meeting with casual smalltalk, something I also never understood when it happened in meetings with clients at work, but then she tried to ask me how my nightly disturbances developed given how Ava was now in my home.

The look she got from me, after I threw a side glance at John, made it clear that I did not appreciate her telling him about that, and that I was anything but eager to discuss this in front of an audience. Yes, in her mind we were all family, and yes, in her mind they were all trying to help me, but those nightly events were embarrassing for me. My opinion of her as a therapist plummeted once again. John seemed to immediately realize what just happened, and tried to take over by changing topics.

“So, uh, what’s that favor you want to ask of us? Does it have anything to do with what happened between you and Aaron two days ago?”

“Yes. How’d you guess?” I was confused.

“Since that evening, things between him and Claire are ... strained, to say the least. I actually saw her throw stuff at him last night! Whatever he did, she’s not happy with him. Which has us quite confused, since we all saw how happy they both were after you and Aaron came back from your car. I didn’t want to get involved in their bickering, so I don’t know any details, but then you asked about this secret meeting.”

“Really? Interesting.” I mused, not entirely sure what to do with that information.

With what little I had just learned, I couldn’t tell whether Claire was mad about Aaron taking my money, or about something else. Maybe I should have just used the bugs I still had on their phones to listen in on them, but I really didn’t care enough about them anymore. So, my curiosity about their affairs was limited, and I had more pressing problems on my mind.

“Tim?” John’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I saw him and Danielle look at me concerned. I realized they were hoping for some insight from me.

“Well, they’re broke. So broke, in fact, they can’t pay for Logan’s board and tuition. But, instead of asking their Golden Boy to get a job, or apply for federal grants, or take out a student loan ... Aaron’s taking the money from my bank account. He told me how Logan would lose his scholarship if they failed to pay, and they had to pay within two weeks, so I agreed. That’s what made them so happy.”

I saw John’s expression change to surprise when hearing about them being broke, and then to disbelief when hearing the rest of my rant. I just shook my head and released a mirthless chuckle before I continued.

“You know, when this whole shitshow with Logan started, I had twenty grand in my bank account. I had just started to think about trading in my rusty Jeep for something with an actual roof instead of a tarp, and maybe even with working seatbelts. Now I’ll barely make rent next month, especially with the extra expenses for Ava, since I don’t expect Aaron and Claire to pay for her meals. I’m not sure why Claire would have a problem with it, though.”

“What!? Why wouldn’t she have a problem with that?” Danielle asked in indignation.

“Your husband just said it himself. You all saw how happy Aaron was after our talk in the car. Claire knew all about their money troubles, so, going by her reaction when we came back into the house, she must have known that our talk had somehow solved that problem. She knew where that money came from, but didn’t look like she had a problem with it then, so why should she have a problem with it now? She probably just learned that Aaron also took Ava’s birthday money.”

“He even took Ava’s birthday money!?” John asked incredulously.

“I gave her a thousand bucks, since it was her eighteenth after all. He also pocketed the four grand in cash I dropped the day you all came back. And Claire pocketed the eight grand she took from my bank account for hotel rooms, despite you all camping out here.” I said, while waving my hand across their living room.

Now both of them just stared at me, not knowing how to respond to that.

“Tim...” Danielle finally spoke in a desperate tone. “There HAS to be another explanation. Claire was devastated the day you left again. I just can’t imagine...”

“I really don’t care anymore.” I interrupted her. “The money’s gone. I managed to work it in a way that I have enough to pay my bills on the first, and maybe even part of my first college exams.”

“College exams?” John asked, now totally baffled.

“Yeah. I need to get some of the IT-certifications that are essential in my line of work. With how my job description evolved over the last year, I realized that I have to do something to secure my position. But the first set of certifications alone will cost me around four grand, so ... I’ll just have to talk with Bill next week. Maybe he’ll agree to pay for some of them as some kind of professional training. But that would only solve my immediate problem, anyway. I seriously doubt Aaron could come up with another twenty grand for Logan’s tuition within the next six months, so then we’ll be right back to where we’re now.” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

John and Danielle seemed consumed in a half whispered, yet still heated, discussion between themselves, trying to make sense of that new development they had no idea about. Then John seemingly remembered the original reason for our meeting.

“So, I assume this favor you need is about money?” he asked, and I placed the printouts between us on the table. He looked them over before giving me a questioning look. “Foreclosure Homes?”

“Think you could afford to buy these two?”

“Tim...” Danielle started. “Those two amount to $142,000 dollars! That’s a lot of money!”

I reached down, grabbed the bag with the cash, and placed it on the table as well.

“That’s $150,000.” Their eyes flew wide open upon hearing my words, then they grabbed the bag and checked it. “Now, don’t get me wrong. I did my homework, so I know using cash to buy real estate would conflict with the AML regulations and provoke the authorities to check where the money came from. So, here’s my idea. You actually buy these two properties. With your money, for yourself, and in your name. The cash on the table is an insurance policy, for you to know that you don’t actually lose any money. Use it how I did until now, and spend the cash on your grocery shopping, car maintenance ... stuff like that. Anything below three hundred, you can easily pay for in cash without anyone even raising an eyebrow.”

“Not to pry ... but ... we thought you burned the money?” Danielle commented, with a mischievous smirk.

“I may have kept two or three bricks to make up for what I lost during the whole ordeal.” I said, using Aaron’s assumption as a believable excuse. “And now you know why I asked to absolutely not tell the others. When my bank account gets closed because the parents emptied it, I don’t need the grandparents to take that cash as well. I hear Grandpa Mike was very eager to plan how to use it for himself as soon as he learned about it.”

“Yeah.” John said, throwing an uncomfortably apologetic look in my direction about his father’s behavior. “Don’t worry, we won’t tell. But how does buying these houses fix your money problem?”

“The money you’re holding now is exactly half of what’s in thee bricks. The other half could be used to fix both houses up. For the first one...” I said, and pointed at the printout of the one I was talking about. “ ... I’d like to see how much more we could sell it for, after it’s fixed up. See If the profit from reselling it is worth the cash we have to put in.”

“Well, it’s worth a try, I think. I’d like to talk to a friend of mine before that, though. I don’t even know the property values in that area, much less if people are even looking to buy out there.” John remarked, and I nodded my acceptance. “And what about the other house?”

“That’s a three bedroom condo close to the main HCC campus. I was hoping we could use that to clean what’s left of the cash after the renovation.” I paused, took a breath, and continued. Now came the hard part. “We could ‘rent it’ to Ava and Maggie once they start college. I’d give you ... I don’t know ... about eight-hundred dollars every month, and you bank it as if they had paid their rent in cash. Then, I would write you an Invoice for IT security consulting or something, for a little less than the rent, since you’ll have to pay taxes on the property and the income from it. You could rent out the third room to someone else, maybe Ava and Maggie know a friend who’s looking for a room close to college, and collect actual rent from them for yourself.”

As expected, John and Danielle shared a long look that did not seem too happy. I thought I presented a quite lucrative opportunity for them, seeing how they would not lose any money, while having the prospect of receiving some regular extra income. But, of course, there were strings attached. With their properties also came along some obligations the landlords had to uphold. And, most important of all, using their daughter in the scheme was a hard sell. After a while, Danielle spoke up.

“Can we think about it?” she asked, surprisingly carefully.

I got the impression that she was way too conflicted about this. Sure, she had assured me to help without even asking what it was about, grateful for the opportunity to show her sincerity in wanting to rebuild our relationship. But that was before I had proposed to use her daughter for money laundering! I fully expected her reluctance. There was no need for her to feel bad if she refused my offer.

“Of course! John’s idea to talk with someone who actually knows about real estate is a smart move. Just let me know what they say. And I’ll leave the money with you, just so you can spread it out on your bed and roll in it.” I said, causing John to chuckle before I continued while wagging my finger at them. “But don’t have sex on it unless you decide to keep it.” That part caused Danielle to chuckle. “Oh. And don’t say ‘Yes’ because of my comment about barely making rent. I have enough for my next rent and the utility bills left in my account. Since I got a company car with a gas charge card, that won’t be a problem either, and, as I said, I have some cash left over for grocery shopping. So I won’t starve in the foreseeable future. Take your time and think it over thoroughly. I won’t hold it against either of you if you don’t want to do it.”

Both of them nodded with visible relief on their faces. Apparently, my impression of Danny was spot on, and this little speech had removed quite some pressure they felt. We said our goodbyes and I made the drive back home, realizing that it was way earlier than I had anticipated. Even after stopping at another grocery store to buy all the stuff that needed to stay refrigerated, I walked into my apartment with little over two hours to spare before we would have to get on the road to pick up Mia.

After storing the groceries away, and covering my mattress with the new waterproof sheets, I found Ava actually studying in her room like she had claimed. This was new for me, since I had never taken her to be the studious type. Though, honestly, how was I supposed to know anything about her anymore?

While watching her for a while, without her noticing my presence because she was totally focused on reading a worksheet while wearing headphones, I had to grin at the way she chewed on her pencil. She had that look of mad concentration on her face that was cute in a way. So, I decided not to disturb her, and instead started preparations for tonight’s dinner.

The two hours of free time were just enough to get the sauce ready before we would have to leave, and, if I made some extra, I could freeze it and then serve it with some pasta during the week. I chopped the celery, carrots and onions, and threw them in a pan to fry with minced meat. Just when I added the rosemary and garlic, the smell had summoned Ava into the kitchen. She sauntered over to me, and, just like in the morning, wrapped an arm around my waist in an intimate gesture that I still was not sure whether I liked it. I still thought of her as one of my tormentors, but she sure as hell was hot, and I didn’t have to feel affectionate towards her to enjoy her body.

“What are you making?” she asked, never taking her eyes off the pan, but leaning her head against my shoulder while watching me blend the pan’s contents with some red wine.

“You cool with lasagna for dinner? It’ll take a while, so I thought I’d start the ragu and bechamel now. When we’re back from training, we just have to layer and bake it for half an hour. I also picked up some garlic bread.”

Her answer consisted of squeezing my waist while releasing a soft humming sound. She just watched me work the stove for a good while before speaking again when I added the tomato puree and water

“Damn, it already smells great. You told us that you could cook when you made those pancakes, but I really had no idea.” She paused, her grip on my waist loosened a little, and her expression changed to show a little pain that she quickly hid by turning her head. “I’m sorry.”

“Hmm.” I hummed, not expecting this sudden turn of topic, and unsure how to respond. I felt like it wouldn’t help anybody if I, yet again, threw accusations around, or pointed out where that distance between us came from. “Well ... just for that, I won’t make fun of the way you chew up your pen when you study.” I grinned, not looking at her.

“Wha...!?” I heard her gasp before her demeanor changed again, and she looked at me bashfully. Instead of saying anything more, though, she turned and walked back into her room.

I could be wrong, but I thought I saw her lips curl up into a little smile before her face was completely turned away from me. I continued the dinner preparations while chuckling to myself. Teasing her was fun. By the time I had the bechamel ready, the ragu had blended nicely, so I just let it simmer so it could reduce until we had to leave.

I was mentally going over the previous training session we had, when we walked into the Miller house and found the entire family dressed in gym clothes. Interestingly, while Nora seemed excited, Mia sat in an armchair with a pouting expression, and right next to her stood George Miller, who gave me a particularly disparaging look that threw me off. While Ava immediately joined Mia and Jack to chat, Nora took me by the arm to pull me into their kitchen under the pretense of packing up some water bottles.

“Spill it, Loverboy, what did you do to my little girl?” she asked with a wicked grin on her face as soon as she had closed the kitchen door.

“Come again?” I wasn’t sure what surprised me more; the question about Mia, or being called ‘Loverboy’.

“Oh please, you think I didn’t notice the way she acted towards you? Especially the difference in how she treated you before and after your training yesterday? Something happened that had her wanting for more, and she refused to talk when I tried to tease it out of her.”

I spent a few seconds too long trying to figure out what to say, which caused her to start poking me repeatedly with her finger.

“I ... I’m not sure.” I lied. “I mean, it is a full contact exercise, but I didn’t think it got to her that much.”

“MmmHhmmmmm.” The way she drew that sound out made it clear she didn’t believe a word I had said. “There have been other things as well that we’ll talk about later, but I also couldn’t help but notice how she’s been pouting ever since we told her that George and I will be joining you today. So, don’t you dare doing anything differently than yesterday. I’ll ask Jacky about it afterwards, just to be sure.” she teased, before turning to leave the kitchen.

“Wait!” I whispered, stepping close to her again. “What other things? And what do you mean by ‘refused to talk’?”

“Hmm ... I don’t know if I should tell you, yet.” Her grin stretched even wider than before while she tapped her chin with a single finger in a theatrical display. When she saw the impatience on my face, it was apparently what she was hoping to see, and finally spoke. “Nope. It’ll be a surprise. But to answer your second question: Normally, when I tease her about boys, she either just laughs it off, or straight up tells me what she thinks of him. But every time I asked why she was so eager to train with you again, she got that cute shy look and walked away instead.”

“But ... She ... I wasn’t...” I stuttered, causing Nora to chuckle before I caught myself. “She hated my guts for years!”

“Oh, Honey.” she said, in an obviously pitying way. “She never hated you. How could she, she didn’t even know you. She only knew of you, and only the things others were saying. I’m not trying to defend her actions!” she turned serious upon noticing my expression, and placed her hand on my arm as she spoke. “I already told you that we had a serious talk about her behavior. But you have to understand that there is a lot of misguided loyalty and peer pressure between the members of the cheer teams.”

I thought about what she had just told me, and what it meant for me.

“Are you telling me ... since her two best friends stopped making fun of me, she could too?”

“Yes.”

“That’s stupid.” I commented in a serious tone.

“Yes.” she laughed. “But she’s a teenager, like you. You’re still allowed to do stupid things. But the point is that you now have to decide if you want her to know you properly.”

That last part confused me. “Are you asking me to get closer to your daughter?”

“Of course I am.” she shrugged her shoulders and sighed. “When you showed us that video of Jacky, we realized that we might have spoiled them both a little too much. I’d like to see my children have friends like you. You’ve proven to be responsible, capable, you know the value of money, and, after that afternoon we spent together, I even know how caring you can be. We hope, if Mia realizes how big of a mistake she made when she wrote you off, and just how stupid it was to simply go along with her friends, she won’t do it again so easily. The change we saw in her over the few days you were around ... she really regrets it, Tim. And I’m so glad that she finally comes around.”

The women really knew how to ruin someone’s revenge plots. Yes, I had a lot of fun getting handsy with Mia during our training session, especially right in front of Jack. But that was mostly because I greatly enjoyed proving the stuck-up bitch wrong after she had spent so much time ridiculing me. Now, after what Nora had said, doing that to someone who earnestly tried to do better would feel just plain wrong.

“Fine.” I sighed. “I mean, all I gotta do is my job like I do anyway. It’s up to her if she wants this.”

“Thank you, Lover.” The way Nora smiled at me after hearing my response, while wrapping her hands around my neck and giving me a kiss, made it that much harder to even think about messing with her daughter any longer. “Of course, if you two get too close, we’d have to rethink our little arrangement. Sharing my lover with his daughter may be something George’s Mistress would encourage, but I can hardly sleep with my daughter’s boyfriends.”

“Boyfr ... where did THAT come from?” I asked, completely forgetting about whispering.

Instead of answering me, she just laughed as she handed me a sixpack of sports water, turned, and left me standing in the kitchen. Sighing once more, I joined the procession to the cars while trying to ignore Mr. Miller, who continuously gave me the stink eye. Even after everything Nora had just insinuated, I couldn’t imagine why he would be so displeased with me, and just hoped I didn’t screw up in some way. When Nora talked about me being Mia’s boyfriend, she was surely just teasing me. There was no way she didn’t just make that up and Mr. Miller suddenly disliked me because of Mia!

Since I didn’t want Ava and Mia to suffer through the same introduction as last time, I decided to let them repeat the basics while I checked on Nora’s flexibility and fitness level. It quickly turned out, however, that Mr. Miller was just as competitive as his son, as he kept questioning my instructions every chance he got. Him constantly challenging me, while still giving me weird looks, annoyed me more and more. When I warned Nora about punching with her fists, and he protested once again, it was all I could do to not lose my patience.

“Mr. Brown” he called out in a patronizing voice, confusing me. When did we revert from him calling me ‘Timothy’, even during the talk about me screwing his wife, back to ‘Mr. Brown’? “I may not look the part anymore, but I have been in my fair share of fights when I was younger. I can assure you, there is no need for any fancy moves to use your elbows instead of your fists.”

I looked at him for a moment before I decided to throw caution to the wind. I walked over to his wife, gently took her hand while looking her in the eyes, and fondly caressed it as I addressed him.

“Look at her hand, Mr. Miller. See how small it is? There’re twenty-seven bones in it.” I started lightly tracing her phalanges while explaining this, causing Nora to step closer to me to obscure her children’s view of us, and let out a content humming sound. “Imagine cramming twenty-seven bones into this tiny hand. That should tell you how small and delicate they all are. Now feel your own jaw.” I said, as I lifted Nora’s hand to my face, where she started caressing my jaw without me even asking her to. I noticed how Mr. Miller didn’t react in any way to this display, so whatever his current problem with me was, my relationship with his wife wasn’t it. “It’s one big and strong bone. It has to be, since it holds your teeth in place. What do you think would happen if you hit something strong like your jaw, with something fragile like these fingers? The fingers would break.”

“Tim?” we suddenly heard Ava call out to me. As I turned, I realized that she, Mia and Jack had followed our exchange, and I silently thanked Nora for obscuring their view. “I was thinking about that yesterday when you told us, but didn’t have a chance to ask. If I’m not supposed to punch people with my fist, why did you do it when you fought those three guys in the parking lot?”

“You beat up people in parking lots now?” Jack asked, doing his best to sound unimpressed.

“Shut up, Jack!” Mia surprised everyone in the room with the strong demand in her voice, but especially me and her brother, so we both looked at her in big eyed disbelief. “He fought off three armed men who tried to grab Ava and their Mom!”

I blinked at her for a moment before looking at Nora, who just smiled while mouthing the words “Told you!”. I also noticed Mr. Miller looking at me with skepticism. At least the contempt was gone from his face. I finally remembered Ava’s question, and quickly thought about how to answer it.

“Well ... two reasons, really. But mainly, my bone density is higher than yours. It’s higher from the start for men, but you can also increase it with training. The more time you spend punching things, the safer it becomes to punch things. With the amount of training I had in this gym, it’s pretty safe for me now.” I explained, before remembering something. “Wait, why do you even know about that? Aaron had already pulled you two away when that happened.”

“Yeah, but we stopped when we heard the gunshot. We hid behind a car and Mom called the cops.”

“Huh.” was all I could respond at that moment, as I heard Jack mumble a quiet “The fuck!?”. I wasn’t particularly eager to reminisce about that day.

“What’s the other reason?” Mia asked, causing me to shift a little uncomfortably.

“Other reason?”

“You said you could hit with your fist for two reasons. Bone density is one. What’s the other?” she insisted, ignoring my embarrassingly obvious discomfort.

“Well...” I started, throwing a short side glance at Ava, and decided to just be honest. “At that point, I had already taken quite a few blows to the head, my rib was broken, and there was a knife stuck in my stomach. So, I wasn’t exactly planning ahead anymore.”

There was silence for a few seconds, before Jack chuckled.

“Yeah. A broken hand would’ve barely registered then. But, dude ... you sure you’re actually good at fighting, or do you just think you’re good because you never learned how to lie the fuck down?”

That caused me to laugh, which seemed to greatly reduce the tension my explanation had caused all around.

“Possibly. Didn’t have much of a choice, though, given the alternative.” I responded while vaguely gesturing towards Ava.

I noticed that Mr. Miller had finally stopped looking at me in an obvious negative way. Instead, he seemed to be appraising me for some reason, before regarding his daughter with a thoughtful look. Ava, however, didn’t seem as fine as the others. Her whole body had become rigid, and she just stared at me with a strained expression. I didn’t know what had suddenly gotten her so upset, since nothing was said that she shouldn’t already know, but I also didn’t want to get into a discussion in front of the Millers. So, I decided to quickly continue with the lessons, and since I had planned to do the next part with Ava anyway, it would probably distract her enough.

“Alright, let’s continue. Ava!” I called out, pulling her out of her weird state “Lie down on your back, please, like Mia yesterday. Let me show you something for when you can’t pull out from underneath an attacker.”

My plan for Ava was simple, really. I wanted to ramp up our bedroom antics significantly, and put more emphasis on her preference for being taken. But, at the same time, I wanted her to learn how to stop and incapacitate any guy who tried to do that to her. In my head, this would allow her to regain control after she allowed someone else to take it from her, and maybe make her realize that she didn’t have to be submissive to every asshole she came across. Just the ones who would actually do it for her, instead of using her for their pleasure only...

“Okay. Now. I’ll trust you.” I said, pointing a finger at Ava’s face. The way her expression instantly morphed told me that it didn’t just surprise her, it meant a lot more to her than I thought. “When I tap out, you have to stop. I’m serious, Ava! If you break my arm, no lasagna for you tonight!”

The mentioning of a potentially broken arm caused all around anxiety, except for Mr. Miller, who seemed very interested.

“Okay. Promised.” Ava assured me, before I did to her what I did to Mia the day before.

I grabbed her by her hips and roughly pulled her ass into my crotch like she was a weightless puppet. The only part missing was my boner smashing against her center, since the previous discussion had effectively put me out of the mood. I could see Mia shift a little before she threw a quick and embarrassed glance at her mother. Nora, in turn, looked at me with raised eyebrows, before throwing a quick glance back at her daughter. Then I leaned down and put my hands on Ava’s throat. Her hands immediately grabbed my wrists

“Very good. That’s exactly where you need to grab me for this, but make sure your thumbs are next to your index fingers when you grab me, instead of wrapping around my wrist. Next, lift your legs up so your knees are above my shoulders, and lock your feet behind my back.”

She did as instructed, and my face was immediately smothered by her breasts. That sports bra she was wearing did very little to undermine the sensation of glorious softness. I reluctantly turned my head to the side, so I could explain what to do next.

“Now, if you lift your butt up, you’ll push me back enough to straighten my arms out, and then you’ll have me in a double arm-bar. Your thighs are right next to my elbows, locking my arms in place. So, take a strong grip on my wrists, lift your hip, and SLOWLY pull my hands apart while pressing my elbows inwards with your thighs.”

She did as instructed, and I almost immediately had to tap out from the strain on my joints. Just as promised, she let go of me without a second’s delay.

“Did you really have to tap out THAT quick?” Mia asked, incredulously.

“Yeah, really. When she pulls my arms apart like that, she can use her back muscles for it, while using her thigh muscles to press my elbows inwards. Your back and thighs have damn strong muscles, since they hold the majority of your bodyweight upright the whole day. The only thing I have to counter that, are the few muscle strains in the crook of my arm. Doesn’t matter how much time I spend doing curls, they’ll never get as strong as her back or thighs. If she hadn’t stopped when I tapped out, she would’ve at least overextended my elbows, if not dislocated or broken them. Either way, I would have had a hard time using them for a while, and they would’ve been almost useless for keeping her restrained.”

“Yeah, I get that, Dude.” Jack suddenly threw in. “But can we talk about the real important stuff? How can you bury your face in your own sister’s fun bags without batting an eye!?”

While I looked at him almost stunned, Mia snorted with laughter. Nora and Mr. Miller, however, looked quite disappointed at their son.

“Fun bags? Really?” I asked, in a deadpan voice. “You know, Jack, one of these days you’ll meet a very special woman. One who will like you enough to let you lose your virginity with her. And once that happened, you’ll realize that they’re just breasts, and finally be able to look her in the face for the first time.”

“What are you...” he tried to say, but I could barely hear him over the sound of laughter from both of our sisters.

“Look, I told you yesterday that this isn’t for fun. This is about teaching them how to defend themselves against an assault. And don’t forget, you’re Mia’s partner. So, unless you want to spend the day thinking about burying your face in your sister’s ‘fun bags’, I suggest you get your head straight.” I told him seriously. “Or try it this way. If one of your teammates collapses on the field, you’re gonna refuse to try CPR just so your other teammates won’t tease you about ‘kissing another Dude’? You’re just gonna stand aside and watch him die, because you can’t stop sexualizing everything?”

“That’s completely different!” He protested.

“No, it’s really not. That’s your little sister.” I said in a demanding tone, pointing at Mia. “If you manage to help her now, it’ll save her later. If you have to, just imagine her as an A-sexual mannequin with marshmallow stuffing.”

Now Nora and Mr. Miller joined the laughter filling the gym, and Jack seemed to resolve himself. I supervised Jack and his father ‘attacking’ their girls, and then instructed all three of the girls to spend the rest of the time trying to get out from under their partners. An hour later, we packed up and made our drive back to the Miller house. As I got ready to leave, after turning them over to the other guy from the Firm who had watchduty, Nora called out to me.

“Tim! Wait! We have to ask you something.” I stopped and watched Nora and her husband walking up to me while holding hands. “What are your plans for the Holidays?”

“Uh ... watching a few movies, eating something, and then going to bed. Why?” I answered, and noticed her smile widen.

“We had a little talk with Mia and Jacky about the situation, and, while we do appreciate you and your colleagues looking after us, we would prefer to share our Holidays with someone who is not a complete stranger. So, if we have to share our house with someone, we’d like it to be you. Given you don’t have any prior engagements, of course.” she explained, while Mr. Miller had a particularly neutral facial expression.

“Oh! Yes, sure. No problem.” I noticed Ava frowning a little. I don’t know what she thought would happen, but she must have known that I was anything but eager to spend the Holidays with her and the family.

“Perfect!” Nora commented happily.

“Well then, have a nice weekend. I’ll be back Monday morning to pick up Mia.” I said, and after Ava bid her farewells too, we made our way to the car.

The drive home was quiet again. Ava had by now completely lost the merriness from the jokes we cracked at Jack’s expense, and fully embraced a somber mood. It was only after we had arrived home, taken our showers, and were grating parmesan cheese over the lasagna when she spoke again.

“You’re not coming home for Christmas?” She sounded genuinely sad about it.

“No.”

“Can’t you, like, tell Mia’s parents that you changed your mind?”

“Ava, I don’t care about Christmas in the first place, if I’m being honest. But even then, I’m not eager to spend my free days with you people. This is actually convenient for me, since I sure as hell can use the extra hours. So, I’m sorry, but I’ll drop you off at the house on Tuesday, so I can use Wednesday to prepare some things.”

I didn’t mention that I wasn’t sure whether I would let her come back after the Holidays were over.

“Aren’t you, like, loaded as hell? You make almost as much as Dad does! Why would you need extra hours?” she protested in a pleading voice, completely ignoring the part about me not wanting to be with the family. “Why do you have to work over the Holidays?”

“Because your father just emptied my bank account.” I told her, matter of fact, causing her mouth to fall open. “With Claire being jobless and the shit with Golden Boy, they’re broke. But the nineteen-thousand dollars for his college tuition are due, and If they don’t pay within the next two weeks, he’ll have to stay home and lose his scholarship. So, Aaron decided to use my money instead. I mean, I am pissed about it ... but even I have to admit that the scholarship was a good argument.”

Ava just stared at me for a moment before looking at the kitchen counter. Her face was neutral in the beginning, but the longer she stood there, the more her expression morphed into one displaying utter confusion. It wasn’t until I placed the lasagna in the oven, that she found her voice again.

“But ... that doesn’t make sense.” she said it so quietly, I could barely hear it.

“Why?”

“I just checked on all that for my own college admission next year. He doesn’t have to pay the full amount right away.” She stunned me.

“What!?” Now I was the one who’s mouth stood open.

“Every college I looked at offers an installment plan after making a down payment. He just has to be all paid up before the exams start.”

“You’re joking.” I said, and she shook her head. “SON OF A BITCH!”

I stormed into my bedroom and turned my PC on, Ava immediately on my heels trying to calm me down by continuously apologizing, even though I had no idea why she would apologize. A quick web-search pointed me to Logan’s college’s website, which confirmed what Ava had just told me. A down payment of twelve-hundred Dollars, and a twenty-five dollar fee to get on the installment plan. Even if he missed a payment, it would only be another twenty-five dollar administrative charge to deal with it, but as long as he was all paid up before the exam season started, he would be good. The first payment would be covered by his scholarship money, and, as I already pointed out during the talk with Aaron, half a year is more than enough time to apply for grants, loans, or get a fucking job!

“Tim, I’m sorry! Please don’t be mad!” Ava pleaded again.

“Calm down, Ava. Not your fault. I don’t make a habit of shooting the messenger.” I reassured her in an exhausted sigh, and could see the relief on her face. “Did he at least give your birthday money back, like I told him?” The way she blinked at me in surprise told me, this was the first time she heard about that. “Well, you’ve been here the entire time since we had that talk, so he’ll hopefully give it to you when you go back for Christmas. I just thought he’d at least tell you.” I shook my head and leaned back in my chair. “Listen ... Could you go check on the oven? It should be time to take the foil off, so the cheese can get some color. And put the garlic bread in while you’re at it.”

She didn’t make any attempt to move for a moment, and just looked at me before finally saying something.

“You’re ... you’ll be Okay, right?” Her body language was the perfect picture of insecurity, and I had no clue why.

“Course I will. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“What you said to Jack today.” Her voice was quieter than usual, but her breathing became irregular. “That you didn’t plan ahead anymore. You weren’t really saying that a broken hand wouldn’t have bothered you with all the other injuries, were you? You were ... you didn’t think you’d get out of that fight alive.”

“Yes. So?” My answer came as a matter of fact statement, but that only seemed to agitate her even more.

“You said you never thought about hurting yourself!” She was no longer quiet about it, despite my intention to not upset her further.

“Ava, there’s a difference between hurting myself and what happened back then.”

“Danny was right!” Now she was almost frantic and it seemed like she hadn’t heard what I said at all, which astonished me. “You should have run away when that man reached for his gun, but you started a fight KNOWING you could get killed! How is that any different!? Oh God, what have I done!?”

That last part came out as a wail of sorrow while her quaking hand covered her mouth. This had escalated rapidly. As she stared into space as if searching her memories, thick tears started rolling down her face and her body was now rocking with sobs, causing her to fall to her knees in front of me.

“Jesus, calm down!” I called out. “I’m not actively looking for ways to end my life, Ava! I’m not suicidal! I just don’t value my life that much. That’s the difference.”

“No! I did this! I caused my little brother to...!” she violently shook her head and continued to cry, as the full impact of her actions seemed to suddenly come crashing down on her. Then moved closer to me to clasp both of my hands in hers. “This is all my fault! I’m sorry, Tim! I’m so sorry! This is not what I wanted. I swear this isn’t what I wanted!”

She was positively inconsolable. And, to my surprise, it annoyed me.

How dare she now act like this? Yes, she caused this, there was no question about it, but she never cared before despite all the signs of my depression being there. I remembered the day of my fight with Jack Miller, when she came to my room and saw how empty it was. Back then, she clearly noticed that something was wrong, though she was still too caught up in her own crap to act on it.

It took quite a while, with her crying into my lap, before she finally calmed down enough to at least form coherent sentences again.

“I’m so sorry, little brother. I never thought ... I never realized how... “ she pleaded, but I felt my annoyance turn into anger.

“Are you for real? You NEVER noticed!? You should know fucking well how my life’s been going. Not only did you have a front row seat, I also told you all on Thanksgiving. The shit Aaron just pulled proves that it won’t change either. If I had my way, I’d pack my shit and ask Bill for a transfer as soon as I turned eighteen, but I have to keep going to that shithole you call a school because I promised Tess I would.” Mentioning Tess caused me to calm down some. Otherwise I would have launched into a long tirade.

“You want to leave town?” I thought she sounded a little scared now, though I couldn’t understand why. “But ... You got your own place here.”

“Ava, I got this place thinking Tess and I would live here together when she comes back. Instead ... I lost her just a few weeks before that fight in the parking lot. Coming home to this empty apartment is just a daily reminder of what I could’ve had.” I shook my head, dismissing her point.

“But ... you don’t have to be alone. I mean ... I’m sure you could, like, find someone else!” I could hear that she was grasping at straws.

“And how do you suppose I go about that task, hm? You heard what your friends thought about me when they saw me sitting in the gym for your cheer practice. That goes for pretty much every girl in school. And even if I found someone that wasn’t already influenced by your captivating tales about my micropenis...” she flinched at that. “ ... I don’t think they’re too eager to date a guy who can’t go to parties with them because he’s working seventy fucking hours a week to get through school while paying the bills. And then still can’t take them out on dates on the one day a week he’s free, because his family keeps emptying his fucking bank account.” I let out a resigning sigh. “That’s what I have to look forward to for the next two years. When I’m done with school, get your parents removed from my finances, and only have to worry about work, then I’ll have time for other things. Most of the people giving me shit right now will then go off to college, so I won’t have to deal with them either. But until then, I’ll just have to live with how it is.”

What followed was a long pause with neither of us talking. Ava seemed to be thinking about what I told her, and looking for ways to make my life seem like less of the clusterfuck they really turned it into, but ultimately came up short.

“I’m so sorry, Tim” To my even greater astonishment, she sounded honest. Until now, I thought she was scared of the consequences waiting for herself. Like, what people would think of her if something happened to me and people found out about her part in that. But, at that moment, there was genuine regret in her voice. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. I’m sorry for being such a bitch for so long. You are my brother and I do love you! I don’t want you to die! I swear I’ll do better.”

“I told you before, I don’t care about your apologies anymore. Losing Tess was hard, but I came to terms with it. I’ll manage. Now, if you could please check on our dinner, lasagna tastes only half as good if the cheese doesn’t have color.”

She reluctantly nodded and left the room. I sat in my chair and, like so many times before, mulled over my options.

Looking at things soberly, I really only had to get through the next five months while keeping the family off my back. My rent was paid six months in advance, so, as long as I didn’t miss any payments until six months before my eighteenth birthday, I was safe. And what did I even care about my school life being crap? I was working too much to make friends with people from school anyway. My bank account would fill up again, especially when I could earnestly start using that cash in my closet. And for the moment, I had other things to take care of.

About fifteen minutes after telling Ava to leave my room, I joined her in the kitchen. For some reason, she had switched clothes, and what she was wearing now showed off her assets in a spectacular way. It was like she had taken a lesson from Nora’s playbook, since she didn’t look slutty in any way, but still made it known that she was not wearing underwear. It was hard not to admire her figure.

She had also set up the living room while I was trying to calm down, so that we could eat while watching a movie like we did the day before. The only difference to the previous evening was that she wanted me to choose the movie, and, looking at the weather outside, I decided to introduce Ava to the joy that is called Bill Murray and put on Groundhog Day.

Once we had taken our seats on the couch, she grabbed her plate, folded her legs underneath herself on the seat to my right, and leaned into me before taking hold of her fork.

“Mmmohmygod, Tim!” she moaned after taking her first bite, closing her eyes in gusto. “This is even better than Mom’s!”

“You think? Cool.” I replied, suppressing the urge to say ‘You think? I wouldn’t know’.

“Yes! This is, like, restaurant quality food!”

“Well, I’m glad you like it, ‘cause I’ll use the rest of the sauce to make some pasta on Tuesday.”

“Mmmm, can’t wait!”

She didn’t gradually work her way into cuddling up to me like she did the day before. She snuggled her back right into me and enjoyed her food while we watched the movie. Only when we were done eating did she suddenly address me again.

“If I ask you a question, would you give me an honest answer?”

She didn’t even look at me as she asked, but she wasn’t watching the TV either. She was watching her hands in her lap as they fidgeted around.

“Sure. I don’t think I have a reason to lie to you about something.”

“Why are you really teaching me self defense?”

“Oh.” I sighed. “You remember how I told you that there’s nothing wrong with enjoying your partner taking control during sex, but that it attracts a certain type of men? The type who won’t be doing it to fulfill your needs, but simply because they’re assholes who like to abuse women?” She nodded. “The day they asked me to let you live with me, Danny also asked me to try and help you out with that need of yours. And I thought the simplest way to do it would be to give you the means to defend yourself. You know, get out of there if someone tries to abuse the power you gave them. At least that’s how it worked for me.”

“What? You!? What are you talking about?!” She was genuinely confused. No surprise there, of course she never noticed.

“Two years ago, I was scared of everybody. I was scared of the kids in school for beating on me, scared of the teachers who covered for them, scared of you and your brother for setting it all up, and, most of all, scared of the parents because I had no idea what would happen to me if they continued to ignore my existence. Training with Bill ended all of that. I learned to stand up to the kids in school, assert myself in front of the teachers, and suddenly had the conviction to deal with whatever bullshit your parents may throw my way.”

She thought about my answer for a while, eyes downcast, before asking her next question. This time, she was speaking so quietly again, I could barely hear her over the sounds of the TV.

“Why do you even care about me anymore?”

The obvious answer to that question, that I kept to myself, was ‘Because I will be better than you!’. What I actually said was something else.

“Same reason I helped you and Claire when those guys came looking for Logan. Our relationship might be broken, and I can’t wait to get away from you all, but that doesn’t mean I’d just stand by and watch someone do that to you. Wouldn’t let that happen to a stranger, so I won’t let that happen to you.”

Again, she thought about my answer for a while, before she simply wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and laid her head against my chest.

“You remember my birthday? When I started crying over the present you gave me?” I nodded. “Last year, we all forgot about your birthday, but you still had presents for everyone. I don’t know about the others, but mine was something I really, really wanted. Then this year, we forgot your birthday again. But you, again, showed up with a present for me, and it wasn’t something I had wished for, but something that still showed how you cared about me more than I deserved. At that moment, I just ... I couldn’t... “ she paused for a moment. “Thank you, little brother. I love you, and I’ll do anything you want to prove it to you.”

“Anything. That’s a bold statement, you know?” I taunted her.

“If that’s what it takes.” She sounded serious, which intrigued me.

“What if I’m some closeted freak who likes to hang girls from the ceiling in a sexswing?”

I started circling her nipple over her taut shirt, causing her to press herself into me and place her hand on my stomach. I really meant it when I told her that I didn’t care for their apologies. And I also meant it months ago, when I told Claire that I no longer care about their promises. So, interrupting this useless talk to partake in her body instead was a no-brainer for me.

“I already promised you yesterday that my body is yours. And after what you did for us, I know I can trust you not to hurt me. At least not too much.” she grinned.

“And what if I wanted to use you to get back at the rest of the family?”

“Then I’ll trust that you won’t hurt them. At least not too much.” she kept grinning.

I decided that, with that proclamation of hers, all bets were off. As far as Ava was concerned, my attention shifted back to the TV. In actuality, though, I pulled all the stops in trying to get her going. Just like the previous day, she was squirming and moaning within moments, no doubt remembering how this played out last time. All the while, I denied her access to my groin, and kept teasing her whenever she tried to pull my hand between her legs. The frustration in her voice grew by the minute, until, after roughly half an hour, I pulled her into my lap without warning, and pinned her arms against her body.

Finally, I cupped her sex with the palm of my hand, used my pinky and index finger to massage her labia, while pressing my middle and ring finger into her slit. I could feel her pants being sopping wet again, and her hard knob was easy to find through the thin fabric. Looking over to where she had been sitting, I could see an actual dark patch on the cushion! The memory of what had happened yesterday must have been influencing her way stronger than I thought possible.

Every time she started grinding her hips against my massaging hand, I removed it to scrape my fingernails over the insides of her thighs instead. She simply ground her ass against my now prominent erection instead. Happy with this development, I started kissing her neck and nibbling on her earlobes, holding her tight when it caused her to writhe in my arms. When I kissed her neck, right underneath her ear, she mewled in every sense of the word. Apparently, I had discovered yet another weak spot on her body.

I had actually planned to simply keep that up until the movie ended, but, the hour we spent doing this the day before turned out to be the limit of my self-restraint, and I realized I wouldn’t be able to keep it up for much longer. So, by the time Phil’s perpetual torment on the TV-screen entered the next stage as he drove himself and the groundhog off a cliff, I decided that the torment of Ava’s body should enter the next stage as well.

I held onto her as I abruptly stood, threw her over my shoulder, and walked into my bedroom while she giggled like a little girl. After placing her in front of my desk, I pulled her shirt off her body, and, as soon as her arms were free, she started pushing her pants down. This allowed me a perfect view of her glistening folds and the little pink star right above them. The sight reminded me of what I had prepared, and opened the desk drawer where I had hidden away the toys I ordered a few days earlier.

Convincing myself that this would surely work out the way I hoped, I quickly popped one of the Cialis pills I kept in there as well. If you don’t know what that is, it’s basically the better Viagra. It lasts longer while it’s less likely to develop ED because you took them without already having ED. I still only took the lowest dosage pill. I also took out the KY and a small butt plug the size of a bullet-vibrator. Holding it up to Ava when she turned around to face me, she looked confused.

“That’s too small.” she said matter of fact.

“You want something bigger in your butt?” The sudden seriousness when she spoke amused me.

“No. I mean ... if you want to stretch me a little before fucking my ass, you’ll need something bigger. That thing isn’t even a third of how thick your cock is.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. The plug will do just fine and ... add a little extra. You’ll see. Turn around!” I commanded, and she complied without question. Little did she know, this small plug would do a nice job in loosening her up regardless of its size. As she leaned against the top of my desk, I could see her knees shiver in excitement and anticipation.

I lubed her little hole up and slowly pushed the plug inside her while she wiggled her butt for me. Once it was inside, I knelt down, placed my lips around the hard knob at the bottom of her folds, and sucked on it roughly while kneading her buttcheeks, pulling her folds apart to grant me a grandiose view of her waiting dark tunnel.

I knew that giving her oral pleasure was possibly contradictory to simply taking her, but I needed a little time before the pill I swallowed proved effective, and I was still convinced that sex would be even better for her if I took her for my own pleasure while also remembering hers. She didn’t complain. Quite the opposite, actually. Her legs were shaking as she loudly moaned her approval.

I took that as confirmation, and pulled her backwards away from the desk as I first sat on the floor, and then lay on my back. She was standing with her feet to both sides of my head.

“Get down here!” I growled and she immediately understood.

She knelt down, smothering me with my nose buried inside her dripping, smooth, and perfectly hairless pussy before leaning forward. I made it a point to suck on her clit extra hard as she fumbled with the cord of my sweatpants, and relished in the sounds she made as she struggled to push my pants down.

As soon as my dick sprang free of my pants, it was confined inside her mouth instead. There was no holding back on her part, she immediately started sucking on it so hard I thought my skin would rip off. After a few minutes of almost drowning in her juices, while massaging around her entrance with my thumb, she started quaking in her first orgasm, releasing even more of her juices into my open mouth. I didn’t care and relentlessly continued my assault on her sensitive organ until I felt my own orgasm approach.

“Be a good girl, Princess. Let your little brother cover your face.” I growled.

She moaned and, although I hadn’t thought possible, sucked even harder on my tip while furiously jerking my shaft into her mouth. She was basically copying what I had done the previous evening, but just as I felt my balls tightening, popped my cock out of her mouth as the pleasure overtook her again.

The first jet placed a long streak of my cum from her forehead, over her nose, to the corner of her mouth. The second placed a fat glob of cum right above her eye before she apparently decided her face was sufficiently painted, and took me into her mouth again. All subsequent shots went right down her throat into her stomach, as she completed the task by smashing her face into my groin. I loved this feeling, but it was not what I told her to do.

“I told you to be a good girl! Now swallow!”

I reached down, placed a hand on the back of her head, and pushed it down so her nose was pressed into my ballsack, as she complied immediately and swallowed over and over again to massage my shaft. I held her head in place for a good minute before the twitching in my dick finally subsided. Even then, I shifted her head from side to side to create some extra friction before allowing her to dislodge my cock from her throat.

I realized with delight that the pill was doing its job and I wouldn’t grow soft in the slightest, despite having my much needed and intense release after making out for so long.

Standing up, I wrapped my arm around her torso and lifted her off the floor and onto the bed. I placed her down on her back, in a way that I would be able to reach the drawer in my nightstand once the time was right. Ava had not yet realized that she was in for a treat that night, or she simply didn’t register that I somehow never lost my hardness.

Kneeling in between her splayed legs, I lined my cock up with her opening so only the first half inch of my tip was pushed inside, grabbed her hips with both hands, and roughly pulled her against me like I had done in the gym. Within half a second, my full length was slammed into her, and she let out a wail of pleasure.

“YES! Take me, little brother! FUCK your sister however you WAAAAANT! I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOU”

“Hmmm, my little princess.” I said, and the effect it had on her was imminent. I had called her ‘Princess’ for years, but it was always an expression of contempt at how spoiled she was. This time, however, there was no notion of that when I said it. It was more the way a father addresses his little girl, and she loved it! Seeing this, I quickly reached over to the nightstand and unlocked my phone.

“YES! I’ll be your little princess!” she suddenly used a little girl’s voice. “Your good girl! Your good sisterly fucktoy! Just FUCK me! TAKE your little Princess! I’ll do anything to make you love me!” she moaned.

“Really? Anything?” I asked, a devious grin spreading on my face, as I opened the app on my phone, and activated the vibration-feature of the buttplug I had placed in her.

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers, her mouth hung open, and her pupils dilated, as her entire body clenched around me. It was not just her pussy that suddenly pressed around my shaft, but also her arms and legs that had wrapped around my torso. I think none of the others had ever fucked her while she had a vibrator up her ass. As soon as the thing started rumbling, I forcefully slammed myself into her, ripping my way through her resisting tunnel. I could be wrong, but as she suddenly clamped down on my cock harder, increasing the pleasurable sensations for me even further, it made me believe she had another orgasm.

I didn’t know how it would feel for her. I knew it would feel fucking great for me, and I wasn’t disappointed. The subtle vibrations carried through the tissue of her body and reached my cock, while my balls felt the vibrations directly as they rested against the part of the plug that stuck out of her. She seemed to enjoy it tremendously, as she suddenly found her voice again and screamed in bliss.

“GAAAAWD YEEEES! EVERYTHING! FOR YOU! I’LL DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU! JUST DON’T EVER STOP FUCKING MEEEEE!”

This was it. Now came the part that would either make or break this whole exercise. I started fucking her again, slowly at first as to not overwhelm her senses, and leaned forward so my face was right next to hers.

“And what if I want my little Princess to have my baby?” I whispered into her ear. She grew still, apart from the ripples that traveled over her body whenever I slammed into her. “What if I want to knock my sister up?”

“OH GOD! ... Tim ... We...” she stammered white moaning.

It seemed like she had trouble grasping the situation and forming coherent thoughts, though I suddenly remembered the way she reacted the first time we fucked. Back then, I had proclaimed that I would come inside her regardless of whether she was on birth control, and she instantly exploded into an orgasm.

“You’ll have to make a decision now, my little princess.” I continued, starting to pant myself, as I fucked her roughly now. Reaching over to my nightstand, I opened the drawer and pulled out the ZipLock bag with the fake birth control pills, and dropped them next to her face. “Because I’m about to come very soon. Are you sure you’d do anything for me?”

The whole situation didn’t seem to fully register with her, as she reached for the bag with one hand and held it closer to her still cum-covered face. She was caught in her pleasure, determined to make me happy, and loved to be dominated and used. But pregnancy? She just stared at the bag while her moans grew in intensity.

“That ... are ... my pills!?” she stammered, each pause caused by our bodies colliding, and accentuated by a grunt escaping her lungs. She didn’t say it like she was shocked or afraid. It was a clear remark of skepticism. Did I grossly underestimate how familiar she must be with her pills, after taking them every day for years? At least she didn’t seem to have noticed the differences immediately, just like I had hoped. “But ... then ... unpro ... tected!”

“Yes, my little Princess. You’ve been off the pill for two days now. I switched them the first morning.” I immediately saw it. The memory of finding her purse on her bed, with her pills in the wrong compartment flashed into her mind. “Do you want to be my good girl and help me get back at your Daddy? Just imagine being knocked up by me. He could never do that to you. Could never reclaim you. If you carried your little brother’s baby, you’d be forever mine!”

“Yours!” she panted. “Forever yours! All of me, yours! No pills. Unprotected! Pregnant with yoUR BAAABYYYYYY!!” she wailed, unceremoniously dropped the bag with the pills like they no longer mattered to her in the slightest, and her whole body started violently shaking as her eyes, once again, rolled into the back of her head.

“I’m coming, Princess. Your little brother is coming into your unprotected fertile womb! I’m fucking a little baby into you!” I grunted, as I exploded inside her.

Hearing my words, and feeling me erupt into her canal, she screamed like a banshee that hit her toe against the kitchen table, and her fingernails were painfully digging into my back as her hips lifted off the mattress and quaked around my twitching cock. Then her scream ebbed away until she was absolutely quiet. It seemed like she had an earth shattering orgasm. Her hips dropped back to the mattress and her back arched off it, as she started thrashing around. Her mouth was still wide open with suspended breath. She went off like that for half a minute before she finally collapsed a second time as a babbling and sobbing mess.

I held her hips tightly pressed into my groin, as I squirted spurt after spurt of my hot cum into her depth, all the while feeling her folds ripple around me, intensified by the vibrations of the plug. I relished in my triumph, and that only heightened when I realized that, even after unloading into my sister for the second time, there was still no sign of my dick going back to sleep. So, I simply kept going!

I kept plunging into her while she remained powerless underneath me, continuously blubbering unintelligible sounds. Though they did sound like she was enjoying herself, even encouraging me to keep going, I mostly enjoyed the notion of leaving my big bitchy sister as a basically braindead fucktoy. With every collision of our groins, I could see the impact travel up her body and cause her breasts to jump. It was heaven.

When I felt my balls stir again, and informed her of my seed’s impending arrival, she simply nodded with a big silly smile on her face that prevailed even after I had stopped jerking on top of her.

Without even bothering to pull out of her, I dropped my weight onto her body, wrapped my arms around her, and turned us both around so she would lie on top of me. Then I started fucking upwards into her as best as I could with her lifeless body restricting me. It took her merely a moment before she started squirming back into consciousness and I heard her tired voice.

“Still hard! Not stopping! How!?” she panted, confusion evident in her voice and expression.

“Oh, Princess. I intent to fuck you senseless tonight! I need to deposit a few extra loads inside your pussy, just to make sure this works! And when that’s done, I’ll still have to fuck your tight little ass!” I grunted, and she immediately started moaning again.

When it looked like she had fully regained her senses and surrendered to her fate, she planted both of her hands to either side of my head and pushed her torso up, before she started to ride me like a cowgirl.

“Do it! Fill your big sister up! I’ll do anything for you, little brother! Anything to make you happy again! I’ll be your good girl to breed! Paint my insides with your seed and make my belly swell up!”

The words she chose surprised and concerned me. I stared at her with uncertainty, wondering whether she just had a breeding-fetish like I had suspected since our first get-together, or if my plan had just massively backfired and her submissive tendencies took a hard turn for the worse.

Hopefully she just got off on breaking the greatest taboo imaginable, after that bar was raised quite high by what the family had already established as normal. In the end, it all depended on whether or not she knew about the fake-pills being fake. But I put that off until the next morning, since, for the moment, I just wanted to enjoy myself.

Encouraging me with the most depraved language imaginable, continuously painting a picture of all the things I could do to her while she lived in my home carrying our baby to term, she didn’t last long before she started shaking again and a deep flush spread over her chest. I had to push and pull her hips so she would at least continue to grind herself back and forth. It was enough, however, and I eventually followed her example and felt myself come again, even stronger this time than before. This time, it was me who lifted his hips off the mattress, trying to penetrate her as deeply as possible, and lifted her a little off the bed as I shot my third load inside her.

Once I had regained control of my muscles, I decided that I wanted to properly watch my cock invade her, so I pushed her off me and onto her stomach, moved in between her legs, grabbed her hips, and pulled her ass up. Her arms limp and useless by her sides, she released a quiet whimpering sound as soon as she realized that I still would not allow her any rest. I really didn’t care, and as I rammed myself into her from behind, her whimpering slowly evolved into a continuous throaty groan.

Over time, my speed increased, as did my grip on her hips, and I could hear wet splashing sounds from our connected groins with every thrust. Looking down, I noticed that my cock was covered in a white, frothy substance that was also running down her legs. Our bodies were covered in sweat, it was even dripping down my nose. Ava was by now producing sounds that alternated between moans and sobbing cries, and I fucking loved it! I loved the sounds she made, I loved watching the ripples going through her buttcheeks every time I roughly slammed into her, I loved how I could just use her however I wanted, and I loved how my dick hurt because I knew what caused it.

Having already come four times allowed me to fuck her in this position for a long time, but I ultimately realized that I couldn’t keep this up indefinitely. In fact, I had been fucking her nonstop for little under two hours now, and had felt her quivering canal clamp down on me several times, though the vibrator in her ass made it impossible to know for sure if those were orgasms.

Somehow, I just knew that I wouldn’t be able to stay hard after my next shot. It was time for the finale. I turned the vibrating function of the plug off and slowly started extracting it from her rectum. I had only tried anal with Tess once, since she said I was too thick for her. Ava, however, had said that I could do anything, als long as I didn’t hurt her ‘too much’.

As soon as the plug had vacated her anus, I decided to use a generous extra amount of KY to make sure I wouldn’t injure her. Then, I slowly worked the head of my cock into her barely stretched butthole, as she weakly stirred underneath me. When my tip had finally passed her sphincter, I let my fingernails scrape over her back, up to her neck, and finally weaved my spread fingers through her hair. I grabbed it by the roots, remembering how Tess had complained about pain if I pulled her hair any other way, and yanked Ava’s head back so she could look at me.

Her face was picture-worthy! Her eyes remained unfocused and wouldn’t open fully, her mouth hung slack open, and, to my greatest amusement, a steady stream of drool was running out of the corner of her mouth and down her chin! None of that changed much as I pushed myself deeper into her ass while pulling her torso up by her hair. Her eyes just fluttered, as she produced unintelligible guttural sounds.

When I had finally pushed my full length into her, I couldn’t believe how tight her ass felt. It took me a few seconds before I started moving again. The vast amount of KY mixed with the white froth of our already combined juices, and she soon started reaching her hand back. First I thought she wanted to push me off, but the sound of protest as I had almost pulled out, combined with Ava pushing herself back into me, told me otherwise. So, instead, I grabbed onto her outstretched arm without letting go of her hair, pulled her torso tightly into mine, and reached around her to start rubbing her clit in circles, causing her to release cute little cries of pleasure. Simultaneously, I started fucking her with increased speed. The newly started cries and moans made it clear that she could indeed take me without a problem. I leaned my head forward, enjoying the braindead look on her face after she came more times than I could care to count, and whispered in her ear.

“How is my little Princess? Do you enjoy your new role as my sisterly cumdumpster?”

I didn’t get any mentionable reaction from her. If it weren’t for the content smile forming on her lips, I would have thought she couldn’t even hear me anymore. The only form of active acknowledgement I got from her, were more guttural sounds formed in the depth of her throat as I kept fucking her ass for what felt like another fifteen minutes. Despite the generous amounts of the multiple forms of lubrication I used, the friction had caused my dick to take on a bright pink color by the time I finally released my last load deep into her bowels. My entire body cramped up, and I felt like my insides were being pulled out of me through my dick! By the time the waves of pleasure had finally subsided, I was utterly spent.

I finally released my hold on her listless body, just for her to slump onto the mattress without ever making any attempt to catch her fall. My dick slipped out of her ass as she fell forward. Ava’s body just lay there with her face in the pillow, her arms powerless by her sides, legs still spread, and her ass up in the air. I beheld the view of her gaping asshole attempting to close itself again, though before it had any chance to do so, it surprised me by releasing a bubble of cum filled with some of the air I had pushed into her insides. She didn’t even twitch as the bubble burst and a thick glob of my white cream followed behind it, to then drip down onto her abused pussy. It was bright red and puffy, seeping cum like the hole above it, albeit in lesser amounts.

Her thighs and Buttcheeks were glistening in our juices. Her entire lower body was a mess. I straightened her out, and noticed that her upper body didn’t look much better. She, just like me, was covered in sweat, her hair disheveled and stuck to her moist skin, and her breasts were red after I had fondled them roughly in the throes of pleasure. Her face, however, was also still spotted with some of the cum I had shot onto it with my first orgasm of the night, though most of it had been smeared onto the pillow she was now resting on.

Seeing her slow and deep breathing telling me she was alive, I lay down next to her and pulled her body into mine. I didn’t even care about all of my cum seeping out of her body onto my sheets. Neither did I care about her sleeping on a cum-soaked pillow. I just passed out myself as soon as I let my head rest on my own pillow.