"Can I have it now?" she asked with begging eyes. "Please?"
"You're gonna burn yourself out before you're seventeen if you don't watch it," Mike said, half-serious. "You're too… intense. You ought to learn to slow down and enjoy it."
Maybe he was right, Linda thought. She had been experiencing. Pleasure lately like it was going to evaporate before her eyes. Still, how did one learn control? Assuming, of course, one wanted to.
She suddenly knew she'd rather go out in a flash, than die like embers.
"I just want it," she said, grasping his cock and thrusting it savagely into her shitter. As the pain hit her because she wasn't ready – didn't want to be – she felt an almost identical sensation she'd had with Richard. "Oh. God, this is the way I want it!" she yelled.
She began bouncing up and down over his body like a crazed animal, her head thrown back. Then, when her climax began boiling inside her guts, she threw her hands behind her body and pretended they were tied with ropes.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she shrieked, her organs hitting her brutally, deliciously.
Caught up in her hungry lust, her brother began matching her moves. He shoved upward each time she banged her body downward. Then, when his own climax was just seconds away, he half sat and burrowed his face between her flopping breasts. He chewed and nibbled on the delicate flesh, pulled the nipples over the roof of his mouth.
"Fuck it… God… fuck me!" he groaned. His loins were burning more with agony than pleasure. Her shitter was sucking too hard on his cum, causing his balls to ache, like they were being crushed in a vise. "Oh… shit…"
His jism boiled up the center of his shaft, relieving some of the pressure, but it was like her insides were gobbling the blood from his veins. He fell back, panting, exhausted.
Linda, however, was wild with pleasure. Her shitter, bathed in his creamy gobs of cum, was throbbing, pulsating, melting against her cunt. She cried out over and over, her tortured moans filling the room.
At last, she fell in a heap over his body, her eyes fluttering closed. God, it had been good. Almost as good as…
She wouldn't allow herself to think about Richard any more. It just hurt too much. She let herself relax, then molded her body over her brother's limp form.
Their breathing became more rhythmic, then easy, as they slept, his cock firmly planted inside her asshole.
Two hours later, Linda awoke with a start. She was alone, and it was dark outside. She shook her head and sat up on the bed, noticing her brother's scrawl on the back of an envelope. She picked the paper up off the nightstand and read it.
"Tried to wake you," she said aloud, "but you were dead to the world. I'll be home late. Don't wait up for me. Love, Mike."
She showered again, blotting all thoughts out of her mind. Then, as she dried off, her lips tightened into a straight line. She dressed quickly and left, moving in, the darkness toward the abandoned house.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Linda walked into the darkened house and paused in the hallway. When her eyes had adjusted to the dark, she took a few steps inside. As she neared the bed where she had been a captive, she felt her knees weaken.
The room took on new perspective, flooded in the moonlight. It didn't appear dirty and dank at all. Instead, it seemed to engulf her with warmth, purity. She walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.
The ropes were still attached to the frame. Those sweet, strong ropes that held her. She lifted the end of one of the lengths and pressed it to her lips.
She could smell… him, almost feel his presence.
She looked around the room, studying the dark corners. She could see his face in every shadow. Instead of frightening her, however, she felt a sense of relief. He was that kind of person, she realized, one who left part of him wherever he went.
She lay back on the gritty mattress and could almost feel human warmth. She caressed the coarse texture of the material and shivered. Her fingers touched a damp area.
Was it part of him?
"Oh… Richard," she whispered. "I… I love you."
She scooted up further on the mattress and rubbed her bare ankles against the rope. She threw her arms out and gave another moan, mentioning his name.
She didn't know how long she lay there before she was aware that she wasn't alone. It wasn't just a memory of a presence, but a presence, itself. Her hearing became more acute and her heart skipped a beat. She was suddenly frightened. It could be anyone in here with her.
A shadow moved slightly, then she saw the ivory color of moon-bathed flesh. An arm.
"Who's… there?" she gasped.
"Richard," the voice answered. "I was waiting for you to leave," he added, coming from the shadows.
"Oh… Richard!" Linda cried out, scurrying off the bed and falling into his arms. "Why would you ever want to leave?" she demanded.
"Because I've hurt you and I… I didn't want to," the boy said, his voice barely audible.
Linda knew that he wanted to say more, that he might, perhaps, regret it. She stilled his voice with a long, lingering kiss, taking him in her arms.
"Let's not talk," she murmured into his mouth. "Let's just take it as it is."
"You… mean…?"
"I'm as confused as you are, probably," Linda said. "But there's one thing I'm certain of. And that's my… feeling for you."
"I thought you hated me," Richard said. "You said…"
"People say a million things," Linda said. "Now, shut up," she added, affection in her voice.
They crushed their bodies together, melting into each other's arms. Slowly, they moved toward the bed and fell down, Richard squirming on top of her body. He quickly undressed her, then tugged at his own clothes. As they lay there in the moonlight, their perfectly formed bodies pale on the mattress, they exchanged a kiss. It was gentle at first, but soon turned into pure savagery.
"I'm going to take you," he grunted, chewing on her lower lip. "I'm going to take you… hard."
"And I want it that way," Linda said, reaching for the ropes. "Tie me up and… do it," she gasped, her face flushing with pleasure.
Richard fumbled with the ropes, jerking them around her wrists and ankles. When she was secure, writhing beneath him, he thrust his body down, tearing the tip of his rock-hard cock into her churning pussy. He entered her with one stab, feeling her insides mold around his shaft like a mouth.
"Take it, you… wonderful little bitch," he growled. "Take me inside you."
Linda's body responded instantly, her cunt clawing at his cock with convulsions. She jerked her ass upward and screamed, her pent up emotions bursting.
"Aieeeeeee!" she shrieked, jabbing her fingernails into her palms, feeling electric-like jolts of pain shoot up her arms. "Fuck… fuck me, you big… Goddamned bull!"
Richard withdrew his prick and hammered back inside. As he did, he bit down on her breasts like a striking cobra, tearing his teeth into the delicate flesh. When the rubbery nipples pulsated against the roof of his mouth, he felt his nuts throb with delicious pressure. He had to flex the muscles at the base of his shaft to hold back the flood of cum boiling in his loins.
"Oh… shit… will it always be this good?" he gasped, clutching her body, digging his fingers into her soft, yielding flesh.
"Yes," Linda said. Another massive spasm of raw pleasure exploded around her cunt opening, causing her muscles to tug on his shaft. "God… yesssssss!" she screamed.
"Fuck me, you little slut," Richard grunted. "Move your ass. Mean it!"
Linda bucked and writhed until she thought her muscles would tear. She yanked against the ropes, feeling her wrists and ankles burn. It was like tiny animals were biting into her skin. The pain, however, was part of her greater pleasure. She experienced another thundering convulsion of pure, raw release.