CHAPTER TWO
Angie
My body went limp when I heard the words.
“Brian and Hannah are expecting!” shrieked my mom at the kitchen table. “I’m going to be a grandmammy!”
I’d stood in the doorway, shaking like a leaf, eyes fixated on the big man. Because that’s what Brian is. He’s huge, gorgeous, and everything that I’ve ever wanted in a male. But that’s the problem. Brian’s everything I’ve always wanted, except he already belongs to my sister.
I remember the first time Hannah brought him home. She’s seven years older than me, so I was just a little girl, and the crush came fast and hard. Brian had come straight from work to our house, and he was so tall, imposing and devastatingly gorgeous that I trembled in my shoes, pussy going moist. I wasn’t even sure what was happening at first, my body’s reaction was so unexpected. I’d been sure Brian was gonna be another one of Hannah’s dudes, dirty-looking with a backwards baseball cap and a grimy rock t-shirt.
But Brian was a real professional, wearing an immaculate suit with a confident, commanding air. And even more than that was the look of understanding in his eyes, how he really “saw” me, and didn’t skate over my form like a fly on the wall.
“Brian, this is my little sister Angie,” said Hannah sweetly, pointing at me. “She’s going through an awkward phase,” she added in a nasty stage whisper.
Bitch then, and bitch now. My sister’s always been so beautiful, all guys like her, even teachers and animals like her. But she’s got a lump of coal for a heart because she’s never been nice to me, not even once. Even when I was a baby, Hannah would grab things away from me, hiding them under the couch, and pretending she had no idea what happened.
It’s probably because when I was born, I was a needy newborn, and Hannah just couldn’t take it. Little-girl Hannah was a spoiled, selfish princess and instead of being excited that there was a new sibling, all she could see was that I was vacuum for attention, that her share would be diverted, our parents occupied. So she’s hated me from birth, and that’s not an overstatement.
And when she brought Brian home, I wasn’t surprised. My older sister’s always been a magnet for guys, and Brian seemed like the ultimate conquest, a real man, a professional, and not just another lame high school boy with acne and buckteeth.
“Right, this is Angie,” smirked my sister again. “Like I said, awkward phase,” she said straight out this time, not even bothering to hide it.
I flushed. True, at fourteen I wasn’t exactly at the peak of my looks. My brown curls were wild and bouncy, springing out from my head in all directions, and whereas my sister had curves in all the right places, my curves seemed to be in all the wrong ones. I had shoulders as wide as a linebacker with a torso the approximate shape of square. No sassy hourglass shape, no boobs even really, I was just thick and squat during my growing phase, like Frodo from The Hobbit.
But Brian was kind, understanding flickering in his eyes.
“Nice to meet you,” he growled. “Like the sweatshirt,” he added.
My cheeks flamed then because the sweatshirt was kind of an inside joke. It looked like any other sweatshirt with a corporate logo, except the words read Dundler Mifflin Paper Company.
“What?” asked Hannah, squinting her eyes as she stared at my chest. “Looks lame. Why are you always wearing free shit from companies?” she whined. “Mom wants you to dress more feminine and yet you’re wearing free stuff you could go to the gym in. What the hell?”
My cheeks flared.
“Well Dunder Mifflin’s the workplace from The Office,” I said in a small voice. “You know the show with Steve Carrell? The one that’s won all those Emmys?”
“I don’t give a shit,” harrumphed my sister, looking haughtily down her nose. “Looks terrible. You look terrible, Angie,” she snorted.
But Brian was understanding, blue eyes calm.
“I love The Office,” he rumble. “Sometimes I look around at work and wonder if I’m actually on The Office’s set, things are so fucked-up and backwards.”
I shot him a grateful look.
“Yeah, isn’t it incredible? I mean, I’m sorry to hear your work is so hard, sort of,” I paused, stuttering. Oh god, in front of Brian I was losing it, my worst fears coming true. I was a fumbling, fat mess the first time meeting my sister’s gorgeous boyfriend. Why me? Why this humiliation, now?
But Brian came to the rescue again.
“Yeah, Mindy Kaling’s a pretty awesome comedy writer,” he said with a grin. “And look where she is now.”
I’m not sure exactly why, but those words flowed over me like a salve, making me so happy. I breathed deep, my heart blooming under his words. Because Brian was kind, he had every reason to brush me off, regarding me as a lowly ant, but instead he’d come to my rescue not once, but twice, treating with me with humor and understanding. And not only that, but he knew who Mindy Kaling was! It seemed incredible, Brian’s a tall, handsome attorney with peoples’ lives in his hands, while Mindy’s a funny, chubby, big-mouthed comedienne. But still, Mindy’s a personal hero of mine as a fat girl who’s made it big and it’s my secret hope in life that maybe one day I can be like her. I don’t have to get on stage, oh no, but it’d be nice to be charming and popular, with people laughing at my jokes.
So I nodded happily.
“Yeah, look where Mindy Kaling’s now,” I parroted, grinning from ear to ear.
Hannah shot me a nasty glare, opening her mouth to throw some venom on our exchange, but my mom called out at that very moment.
“Girls!” she sang from the kitchen. “Dinner’s ready!”
And we squeezed ourselves into our breakfast nook. Well, actually, it’s the all-purpose nook, the place where I’ve eaten breakfast, lunch and dinner since I was a baby. It was a little awkward, for sure, Brian’s so tall and commanding, with his legs scrunched up in front of the tiny table, but the alpha was game and charming, throwing out jokes, that low laughter running through my soul and making me shiver.
Dinner passed quickly with me hanging onto his every word, even if I couldn’t muster the courage to say much more than a “yes” or “no, thank you.” And when he left, the big man was the same, cool, confident and reassuring.
“Nice to meet you, Angie,” he growled, shaking my hand, my small fist disappearing in his huge one. “Nice to meet a girl with a sense of humor.”
I was just about to say something but my sister cut me off again.
“Yeah, her face is pretty funny, huh?” she scoffed, “You got some gravy on your chin, Ang.”
My cheeks flushed immediately, hand going up self-consciously and sure enough, it came away smeared with some aromatic brown sauce. Oh god! The mess was cold already, I’d probably had it on my chin the entire dinner and no one had thought to tell me. I blushed furiously again, soul curdling, shifting my weight uncomfortably. Why, oh why, in front of the most handsome man in the world, did I have to have food on my face like some type of stupid clown? And not something sexy like whipped cream or strawberry sauce, but gravy from mom’s meatloaf? FML.
But Brian just shot me another wink before being practically pushed out the door by my sister.
“I’m giving Bri a ride home, be back soon,” she said loudly. “See ya!”
And like that, they were out the door, car rumbling in the driveway. My mom stood next to me, wiping her hands on a cloth after the door shut.
“What a nice man!” she sighed. “With such a great job, a real-live lawyer, and so good-looking too! Let’s hope Hannah manages to hang onto him,” she remarked. “Your sister sometimes has the oddest taste.”
I nodded. My sister can be flighty and mean, dumping dudes for no other reason than “he’s boring” or “he doesn’t get it.” So I sighed. This was probably the closest that I’d ever come to interacting with a gorgeous alpha male, the kind from teen romance books, and my heart could only pitter-patter helplessly. But real life snuck in again.
“Honey, can you walk the dog?” asked my mom. “It’s not too late, it’s still light out and Buster looks like he needs to, you know,” she said, hinting.
Buster nosed over to me, our ancient poodle’s fur a dirty grey, limping a bit with that bad front paw. There was an unmistakable smell in the air, and I knew what it was. Buster needed to number two, and I was the person to escort him. Like I said, real life can be a shock and my place in the world was only too clear.
But I love my dog, Buster’s been around almost as long as me, so I grabbed the leash, clapping my hands.
“Come on Bussy,” I commanded. “Come on, we don’t want to make a mess inside, come on!” Buster limped gamely over, and I fastened the leash to his collar, opening the door.
“We’ll be back soon Mom!” I called over my shoulder. “Buster’s gonna do his business.”
“Okay,” she responded cheerily from the kitchen, water already running as the dishes got started. “Take your time honey, take a longer walk, exercise is good for everyone.”
I sighed because it was a not-so-subtle hint to lose weight. My mom is body-positive but at the same time, I could feel her frowns sometimes when I scarfed down a second dessert or added a milkshake to my order. And it must have been weird, having one daughter tall and skinny, like a fashion model, and for the other daughter to be me, a lumpy square. I sighed. Life’s not fair, and it was only too obvious who’d ended up with the short end of the stick. At this moment, Hannah was probably having a wonderful time with her sexy, older boyfriend whereas I was stuck here with Buster, our ancient poop-machine.
But someone’s got to do the honors. So as Buster and I moseyed outside, I clucked a bit as the canine snuffled around some bushes, and sure enough, the poodle did his business almost immediately. How easy it would be to be a dog! I’d just need food, shelter, and a little bit of human love and sunshine. If only things could be that simple with no thoughts of boyfriends, sister’s boyfriends, and confusing feelings that whirled inside.
But nothing ever turns out the way you expect. What I thought was a slow amble down a deserted side street turned into the shock of my innocent life. Because as we rounded a corner, there was a huge orange tree across the street and what did I see but my sister’s car parked right under it. What the hell? What was Hannah doing here? She was supposed to be dropping off her man at his place, and then coming right back. So why was her car here, on this deserted side street, in the evening twilight?
I was just about to coax Buster over closer to look when the car started bumping up and down slightly. Hannah doesn’t drive a fancy auto, just a no-name sedan, my mom won’t buy her anything nicer. But still. It shouldn’t be creaking on its wheels like some juiced-up Oldsmobile. And as I approached slowly, the bumping and shaking got more violent. What the hell?
But suddenly I realized what was happening, mouth dropping open and eyes goggling. Because my sister was fucking Brian right in the driver’s seat of the car. I could see that the front seat was pushed back all the way so that the big man was almost horizontal as my sis bounced up and down in his lap, moaning and crying, panting and gasping loudly, screaming, “Brian, Brian!”
Because no, Hannah hadn’t closed the windows. They were halfway open, and figuring that no one would come by this deserted cul-de-sac, she was letting loose like a banshee.
“Oh god!” the woman moaned again, eyes closed, cupping her boobies as she bounced up and down, head almost hitting the car ceiling. “Oh god, you feel so good! Fuck Brian, you’re so big!”
I remained rooted to the spot, all sorts of emotions rushing over me. On the one hand, I was disappointed. Sure, I was fourteen but I had a huge crush on Brian already, hoping that he’d be my dream prince, the source of stupid teenage fantasies. So to see him fucking my sister blew that all up, he was a hot-blooded male getting pussy like any other dude in his place.
And despite the fact that I should have run in the other direction, that I should have beat feet quick, scooping Buster up in my arms and making a dash for it, instead I was rooted in place. Because I was titillated. I’ve never seen a man naked before and my sister’s cries of “you’re so BIG, you’re so HUGE” were making my pussy burn. It shouldn’t have, I know. It’s so wrong, watching your sister get fucked by a guy, and yet I had to see. I had to see what was happening, I desperately needed to see Brian’s cock, the source of female ecstasy.
So silently dropping my dog’s leash on the sidewalk, I shot the animal a threatening look, mutely commanding him to stay where he was. Buster knows me so well that he can read my mind, and silently, his head dropped on his paws, entire body settling onto the cement. Good. The poodle wasn’t going anywhere, he knew how the cards lay.
And shooting him one more warning look, I began my approach. Tiptoeing and ducking down, I moved towards the car, careful not to step on crackling leaves, avoiding anything that would give me away. It was so wrong, it was so awful, what I was doing. I shouldn’t have, and every step was hesitant, my brain screaming at me to turn around. But I couldn’t. Brian was so virile, so handsome and commanding that I had to see. I desperately wanted to, no I needed to see his penis, I needed to see that big dong.
And finally, I was just five feet away from the Accord, crouched in front of the hood, peering over the dash. Oh my god, they were going at it like crazy, the car was really bouncing and jouncing now, the ferocity of their actions making the vehicle shake and rattle. Oh god, what would it feel like for me to be plowed like this? With Brian’s dick in my sweet puss, making me scream, squeal, and beg, making me melt with ecstasy? I hoped that we when did it, the car would explode, bursting into flames, a supernova as my pussy overheated, craving his touch.
At that very moment, my sister pressed herself forwards, leaning onto Brian’s chest, stretching over him like a cat in heat.
“Oooh big guy,” she moaned again, totally nude while smashing her breasts to his torso. “Ooh feels good,” she groaned, stirring her hips.
And that did it because as she bent over, Brian’s cock slipped from her pussy, a huge, hard shaft appearing from between her swollen lips, vaginal ring gripping him tight.
I gasped, eyes growing big because it hardly seemed possible. He was so big and long, like a python on the loose. I’ve seen some porn on my laptop, late at night, but nothing like this. Brian wasn’t even out all the way, I could see the crest of his cock still within the entrance of my sister’s hole, but oh god, the rest of him. He was as thick as my wrist with veins pulsing up and down that ramrod hard length, balls raised as he pushed back into my sister’s body.
And like a genuine vacuum, she sucked him inside, that monster length disappearing into her hot cavern.
“Oooh!” she squealed as that little pussy got pummeled. “Oooh!”
Suddenly, I had a lot more respect for Hannah because it couldn’t be easy fitting that monster inside. Brian had to be at least ten inches, rock solid and stiff, stretching out that vaginal channel, making her twist and squeal like a pig on a stick. But my sister did it, that pink twat spread until he was all the way back inside, balls deep in her wet snatch and all Hannah did again was scream and throw her hair back in ecstasy, swallowing that massive cock with her vag.
“Mmmph!” she cried out, throwing her head back. “Mmmph, mmph!”
And at that moment, all three of us exploded. Because I admit, I’d been touching myself as I watched the illicit encounter. It’d been so arousing, so incredible, my hand had crept down my pants, stroking my sensitive nub as I watched Hannah get fucked, as Brian shoved that ramrod up her tight pussy. I was pretending it was my twat he was fucking, my soft snatch he was owning. And just like that, I burst too, massive spasms shaking my puss, my internal walls beating with involuntary pulses as I fingered myself, dreaming it was me.
And oh fuck, but Brian came hard. But the alpha’s smart, he hadn’t been wearing a protection and Hannah’s a dunce when it comes to the pill. I was sure my sister had missed a couple days, she’s like that, can’t be bothered when it comes to the important stuff. So right at the crucial moment, he shoved her roughly off him, entire dick popping out and spurted madly into the air. The cum was like a geyser, showering in the interior of the car, arcing wetly before splattering on the ceiling, some of the sticky white landing in globs on my sister’s back.
“FUCK!” he roared, massive fuckshaft jerking as hot semen came flying out, unstoppable, his virility impossible to deny. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
And the white was such a blizzard that I cried out loud, pretending it was me he was blasting with that virile juice. I wanted it so bad, I was dying for it, my breath coming in heaving gasps, entire body trembling, shivering and shaking that I literally fell onto my ass right there in the road, landing with a big thwack on a crackly pile of leaves.
Hannah stopped mid-shriek and panted, “What was that?”
Despite the fact that she was completely nude with a man pulsing, his hot jism coating her body, she managed to stick her head out the half-open window and look around. “What was that?” she asked again, face suspicious.
I pressed myself to the cold, hard asphalt, praying my heaving body wouldn’t give me away. Fuck no! Oh my god, if they found out that I’d been out here the entire time, spying on their hot session, I’d be toast for sure. I’d never see Brian again, never see that dominant, alpha form again, I’d be banished to exile, locked in my room. I’d never be in his vicinity again, never able to smell him as he passed me, feel that big palm swallow mine as we shook hands.
So I willed my heart to stop beating, for my lungs to stop inflating with air, I was so desperate to stay hidden. And after a couple more suspicious glances, my sister gave up, green eyes flashing.
“Guess it was nothing,” she snarled. “Now fuck me again,” she commanded Brian. “I wanna feel that hard dick up my ass this time.”
I gaped, eyes going wide, still pressed flat to the ground outside their car. Oh my god? In her ass? Hannah could fit that ten-inch monster in her tiny back hole? Asses are for output, not input, so how would that work? My head spun and I was breathless. I wanted to stay, I wanted to see this happen, I wanted to see that massive fuckrod breach my sister’s back end, making her anus stretch and whimper, fucked so hard.
But my sense of self-preservation took over. This was wrong, and I was pressing my good fortune already. I’d gotten away with spying so far, but my luck was bound to run out at some time, and it was best to make my getaway now. So slowly, I crawled on my hands and knees back to Buster, scooping him up in my arms this time and making a dash for it. My dog looked at me with bleary, surprised eyes, but the old poodle’s been around for so long that anything goes. So without a peep, I whisked us off and ran like lightning until I was back in front of our house, panting like a mofo.
It was only then that the enormity of what had happened hit me. Oh god, I’d seen Brian Coleman’s hard shaft live, I’d seen it gleaming and wet, stiff in its conquest, buried halfway in a woman’s pussy before going deep. I should have banished all memories of it from my mind, I should have been satisfied with what I’d seen, treasuring the image and saving it like a precious dream. But all that it did was make me want more. Instead of savoring the memory again and again alone in bed, I started pretending it was me. I started longing for the alpha, pretending it was my pussy he was fucking, my tiny ass he breached each night. And even after he and Hannah got married, the fantasies didn’t stop. I imagined my new brother-in-law fucking me in his wedding tux, his huge King-size bed bouncing up and down as I welcomed his rod deep, suctioning him in hungrily with my hungry pussy. Oh god, I wanted it … and I’m so fucked now because we’re related.