Chapter Five
Alex
“Man, I’m so fuckin’ bored,” Rob whined. “Why is this town so shitty?”
I rolled my eyes. “Because we’re not that far from New York, dipshit. Why do something here when we could just go there?”
“I’m not in the mood for traffic,” Rob said. “Or those gold-diggers who think fireman actually make decent cash.”
“Speak for yourself,” I said archly. “I do all right.”
Rob shook his head and laughed. “You don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “Theresa sucks all of my extra cash like a fucking vacuum.”
I raised an eyebrow. “As long as she blows like one, too,” I said.
Rob punched me in the arm. “That’s my girl,” he said.
“Yeah, and you talk shit about her all the time.” I groaned. “I’m sick of it.”
“Dude, you’re my best friend,” Rob said. “I talk to you about everything.”
“Why not stop trying to sound like such a fag,” I said. I picked up a pack of cigarettes and pulled one out, propping it against my lip. “You know what?”
“What?”
“We should go bother my little sister,” I said with a wicked grin. “She hates my guts. Maybe she’ll flirt with you, soothe your wounds a little bit.”
“Rebecca?”
“Yeah. She lives with that weird friend of hers, Molly.”
“Oh my god, knitting club,” Rob said with a lisp. He made an obnoxiously happy face, then groaned. “I’d rather cut my dick off then hang out with those virgins.”
“Virgins are good at learning,” I said, raising an eyebrow. Molly’s name had conjured her image in my mind – a short girl, her curves spilling out of a skimpy sundress as her dark brown hair blew in the wind. I want to fuck her, I thought, looking down at my lap and imagining Molly’s fat ass slapping against my muscular thighs. I want to give that girl a night like she’s never had in her life.
“Yeah, well, Theresa would be pissed if she found out,” Rob said. He smirked. “She never got over me fucking Kelly again.”
“Kelly’s a fat pig,” I said.
“So’s that girl, what’s her name? Holly?”
“Molly,” I said, hating how quickly her name came to my mind. “And it’s different. There’s something so desperate about her. Like she’d let you fuck her in the ass without lube just for attention.”
“Whatever, man,” Rob said, shaking his head. “I don’t wanna know your kinky shit.”
I rolled my eyes. "Come on, get up," I said, gesturing towards the door. "I gotta get some beer, anyway. I'm out."
Rob grunted and groaned but hauled his ass up and followed me outside. We got into my Mustang and I shoved the car into gear before pointing it toward the other side of town.
When Rebecca answered the door, her face fell. “I’m expecting a package,” she said, sounding miserable. “Besides, you’re not allowed in here again! Not after last time,” she added, crossing her arms over her chest.
I rolled my eyes. “Funny, I remember something Mom said…about how she paid the security deposit for this place, which gives me free reign as your brother.”
Rebecca narrowed her eyes. “That’s not fair,” she said. “You’re not allowed inside. Molly’s here.”
My cock twitched and I grinned. “Good,” I said. “I wanted to see her, anyway.”
Rebecca shook her head. “You’re such an asshole, do you know that?”
“Not only do I know it, I take pride in it,” I said, grinning like a fool. “Now come on, let us in.”
Rebecca stared at me for a minute, raising her eyebrows and drawing herself up to her full height. She had nothing on me, but she did have the same intimidating blue eyes as I – we both got them from our father.
But unlike me, the rest of Rebecca was rather unremarkable. She was skinny enough, sure, but her constant habit of pushing her glasses up on her nose and her snotty way of talking was more than enough to turn off any guys in the nearby area.
“Hey, Rebecca,” Rob said, smirking at my younger sister. “You look good. Remember me?”
Well, any guys except for Rob, I guess.
“Yeah,” Rebecca said. “What do you want? Why are you over here?”
“I’m starving,” I said, walking into the kitchen. “Come on, tell me Molly has a cake or something hidden in there.”
“Jesus! Stop it,” Rebecca snapped. “You have to promise to be good, or I’ll throw you out.”
I shrugged. “Whatever,” I said. “Make some pasta, will you.”
Rebecca seethed but after a moment, she stepped into the kitchen and set a large pot of water to boil. Rob kicked back in the living room while I looked through the fridge and found a six pack of light beer. Grabbing two cans, I tossed one to Rob and settled down on the couch.
“Hey,” Rebecca called. “That’s Molly’s beer! Don’t drink it all!”
“Molly likes beer?” I popped the can open and slurped some cold suds down. “No shit!”
“Yeah,” Rebecca said, eyeing me warily. “Just be nice, okay?”
I gave her an innocent smile at batted my lashes like a girl. “I am nice,” I said. “Right, Rob?”
“Huh?” Rob turned to me, his lids hanging low over his eyes like he was stoned.
“Never mind, retard,” I said. “I was just saying how nice I am, that’s all.”
“Oh. Oh, yeah, Alex is real nice,” Rob said.
“Shut up, fucker,” I said. Getting to my feet, I stretched and belched loudly before pouring the rest of the beer down my throat and sauntering down the hall.
“Molly, oh Molly, where are you,” I called, glancing into each room as I passed.
“Leave her alone!” Rebecca called from the kitchen. “I wouldn’t blame her if she was hiding in the closet because of you!”
I burst out laughing. “Unlike you, darling sister, I’m pretty confident Molly never had to worry about being in the closet,” I called back loudly. “We all know you’re a pining dyke, but Molly is straight as an arrow.”
Just as I was about to open a closed door at the end of the hall, it swung open. Molly stood there in cotton shorts that rode up her round thighs and a faded t-shirt. Her tits hung heavily, the nipples poking through the cotton. A wave of molten lust crawled through my body at the sight of her scantily-clad frame.
“What do you want?” Molly asked.
“I wanted to see you,” I said, leaning against the doorframe and smirking. “Come on, I’m sorry about last time. I shouldn’t have made you cry.”
Molly didn’t reply.
“How was your date, anyway?” I asked casually, leaning against the doorframe. “Have fun?”
Molly narrowed her eyes. “Since when do you care?”
“Hey, I’m a nice guy,” I said, cocking my head to the side. “And I’m interested in the little sister of my best friend.”
Molly’s eyes went wide and her mouth formed a small ‘o.’
“What?” I asked. “I’m your friend too, right?”
“She’s not your friend!” Rebecca yelled.
I stepped closer, close enough for my hand to brush against Molly’s bare, plump thigh. Up close, she smelled like strawberries and vanilla and my cock started to throb in my pants.
“Well?” I asked softly. “Are you?”
“I don’t know,” Molly said. She bit her lip.
“Tell me about your date,” I said. Suddenly, I was dying to know. I wanted to know if Molly had been fucked so hard she couldn’t walk away. I wanted to know if she’d moaned and sweated and called a male name loudly into the air.
“He was gay.”
My eyebrows shot up. “What?”
“You heard me,” Molly said warily. She took a step back and I looked over her short frame into her room. It was girlish – lots of pastel pink and tulle everywhere – and I could smell a sweet, musky scent coming from the bed. It made me want to lie down and hump the mattress until my cock was bloody.
“So, he was gay and he still asked you out? What happened there?”
Molly flushed. She gnawed on her lip with creamy white teeth and I was tempted to tangle my hand in her hair and pull her close, kiss until she began to moan.
“I asked him out,” she said in a voice so quiet I could barely hear her.
“My sister’s making pasta,” I said. “Come out of your room, have a beer with me and you can meet my friend Rob.”
Molly bit her lip again. The temptation to grab her and pull her close was stronger than ever before but I ignored it, willing my cock to go flaccid so Molly wouldn’t see.
“Come on,” I said. “A little spaghetti to soothe the pain of your homosexual date?”
Molly burst out laughing, then gave me a guilty look. “I shouldn’t have laughed at that,” she said, shaking her head and letting her brown curls fall over her shoulders. “But I was so surprised.”
I got the impression that Molly wasn’t used to being candid with anyone except for Rebecca.
“Well, tell me about it,” I cajoled. “Come on, over a snack.”
Molly sighed. She closed her eyes and a deep crease appeared in her forehead. Against my better judgment, I stepped forward, wrapped my arm around her thick waist, and crushed her to my body. Molly barely had time to cry out before I pressed my lips to hers, tasting that strawberry and vanilla, tasting her secret self.
Molly wilted in my arms. She threw her wrists around my neck and swooned. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and Molly moaned.
She’s never been kissed, I realized. This is her first time.
The kiss was sloppy, but intoxicating – like strawberry wine, or peaches and cream. Sliding my hands down Molly’s back, I cupped her ass and squeezed the skin in my hands, kneading her cheeks through the thin shorts until she was squirming and whimpering into my mouth.
Yeah, I thought. Yeah, girl, you like that? There’s a whole lot more for you.
“Mmmm,” Molly purred. She broke away, her lip glistening with saliva. Her pale cheeks were bright red and she was breathing hard. My cock twitched stiffly in my pants and I suppressed a groan. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and right into bed, but I restrained myself. Molly slowly pulled away. Her eyes flicked over me like that of a nervous doe’s.
“What was that?” Molly asked. “Why did you kiss me?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“I wanted to,” I said with a shrug. “Was it okay?”
Molly squirmed. Her flush deepened to a crimson red and she bit her lip, licking away the taste of me.
Stepping close, I took Molly’s wrists and pushed her backwards. She cried out in surprise as she fell on her bed. In second, I climbed on top of her and pinned her down.
“You’re a virgin,” I growled in Molly’s ear. Gently nipping and sucking at her earlobe, I traced my tongue around the hot spiral of flesh.
Molly didn’t answer with words, only a whimper. She arched her back and her enormous tits pushed against my chest, driving me wild.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I whispered in her ear, trailing my fingernail down Molly’s exposed neck. She was breathing hard and a warm, musky scent filled my nostrils – the scent of her pussy juice, waiting for me to lap it up like a hungry dog.
“Mn,” Molly whimpered.
“And you’re going to like it,” I added.
For a second, we lay tangled like lovers. Then, with a breathtaking amount of restraint, I climbed off the bed, walked out of Molly’s room, and sauntered down the hall.
“Hey, Rebecca,” I called. “Forget about the pasta. Rob, let’s go.”
Rob glanced up. “Why? I’m having fun,” he said, gesturing towards a basketball game on television.
“Well, fuck that,” I said. “We’re leaving.”
As Rob and I let ourselves out of Rebecca’s apartment, I couldn’t stop thinking about Molly and the sweet, sweet scent of her cunt.