“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.”