It was my fucking brother.

It’s like my whole world tilts on its axis. Aaron’s lips pressed against mine make me absolutely insane, insatiable, starving for him like I’ve never experienced before. Suddenly all those emotions I suppressed back there in the woods come rushing back, but intensified.

He didn’t ignore me because he’s an asshole, he ignored me because he was a good friend. And because my brother was an asshole. I was just a freaking little kid, I didn’t know any better, and I looked up to those guys. And yet Davis was so worried that Aaron was going to try and fuck his twelve-year-old little sister that he forced him to ignore me. That hurt back then and it still hurts now, although we were all kids so I guess it shouldn’t matter anymore.

I’ve been holding on to the past for so long. It’s pathetic, I know. I’m not proud of myself. But now I feel like I can finally let go of that one aspect of my life, at long last. I can finally move past what it felt like to be a little girl with a crush.

I kiss him deeper, harder, and pull him toward the car. He follows as I pull open the back-seat door. I hesitate, confronted with the wheel, which he grabs and throws out back onto the shoulder before pushing me into the car.

He climbs in behind me, pinning me against the door on the other side. His body presses against mine as he kisses me hard and I reach down, unbuckling his belt, tugging at his pants to pull them off. His hands are all over my skin, pulling up the hem of my skirt, caressing along my inner thigh. Tugging my panties down over my ass.

He tastes so good and my pulse races even faster as his tongue slides into my mouth, his fingers on my already soaking pussy. I know how badly I need this, it’s like all those years of resentment are finally being flushed away.

His fingers press inside of me and I arch my back as I push my right hand down the front of his pants. I find his cock, hard as hell and barely contained in his boxer briefs. I start to stroke him through his underwear before I tug them down, getting them over his ass. He smirks, kissing my neck, as I take his cock in both hands and stroke him.

He’s big, thick, and long. I’m actually surprised, and I’ve never felt a cock like this before. I push him back, switching positions with him, getting on top. He watches as I kiss his neck and move down to kneel on the floor. I take his cock in one hand and slowly lick up his length, making him groan.

“Fuck, Riley,” he grunts. “I don’t think I can explain how sexy you are to me.”

I take him into my mouth and suck him hard. He groans as I slide him into my throat, tasting his skin, gagging a bit on reflex but suppressing it. I feel his fingers in my hair as I slide back up, my hand trailing after my mouth.

He groans again, fingers gripping my hair. “Fucking hell, Riley,” he says as I slide him into my throat again. “I didn’t remember you could suck cock like that.”

I pull back and smack his knee, which just makes him laugh. I shake my head, smiling and take him back into my mouth, sucking him harder this time, faster, making him grunt and groan.

“Oh, fuck.” He grips my hair and pulls me back. “No, you’re not getting away with that,” he says.

“With what?” I ask innocently.

“I’m not coming in your mouth. I’m coming in that tight little pussy.”

I bite my lip as he grabs me and pulls me over on top of him. I straddle his cock and I feel him slowly tease me with it before I grab the seat on either side of his shoulders and push myself back, not able to wait any longer.

I can feel the whole car rock as my hips push down along his thick cock. He slides inside of me and I gasp a little bit, though he smothers my moan with his lips. I feel his tongue in my mouth as his cock buries itself deep between my legs. I pause there, savoring the painful pleasure of him pushing me apart before I grab his shoulders and slide back up.

Light streams in through the window as I ride him. A car passes at one point, driving fast, but it doesn’t matter to me. I can see fields stretching all around us but the only thing I can feel is Aaron, his body against mine, sweating and fucking me. Pleasure blooms all through me like a rope, coiling through my core, tightening me up. I love it, love it so much I want to scream as I move faster, panting with the effort of taking his big cock.

He grabs my hips and pumps into me. I groan, biting down onto his shoulder, making him gasp. “Fuck, Riley,” he says, pushing his cock harder.

“You afraid of a little pain?” I whisper into his ear. He grabs my hair, pulling my chin back and making me gasp. He moves forward, hugging me tight against him, still gripping my hair. “Not at all,” he whispers against my throat.

I gasp as he fucks me like that, gripping me and holding me tight. When he’s through, he pulls back and pushes me off him, turning me around until my knees are on the seat and my ass is in the air. He has to contort his shoulders and neck but he gets behind me, gripping my hips with iron hands and pulls me against him.

I stiffen as his cock slides deep inside of me from behind. He fucks me like that, the whole car shaking madly. He doesn’t relent, he doesn’t hesitate, he fucks me deep and rough and slaps my ass with his flat hand. I look over my shoulder at him, my eyes wide with desire.

“Come on, asshole,” I pant through moans. “Fuck me harder.”

He stares back with equal passion, gripping my hips and pulling me tight against him. He slaps my ass harder, making me groan as pleasure and pain mingles. I slam my hips back against him in response, taking his cock hard, and I feel his abs tighten as his core starts to rock him into me. I groan, arching my back, and he grabs my hair to straighten me out.

He fucks me hard and rough then, harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. It hurts and it feels incredible, and I can feel all my hate and anger toward him coming out in the way I move my hips. “Fuck me, asshole,” I groan. “Fuck me rough.”

He grunts and pulls my hair hard, twisting it around his palm. “You want it fucking rough?” he whispers in my ear. “You want me to fucking punish you?”

“No,” I say, twitching back to kiss him. I bite his lower lip, hard, and he pushes me forward. “I want to punish you,” I say.

He smirks as I start to buck my hips back against him. I’m sweating freely now and I’m so angry and it feels so good, everything so confused inside of me, but I don’t care. I’m fucking him and he’s fucking me, and he’s filling and stretching me, as he slaps my ass nice and hard and slams his big cock inside of me. I’m going to have bruises and I’m going to be sore but it doesn’t matter to me, not right now at least.

I can feel it building inside of me. I almost want to stop and savor the edge of sweet orgasm, but he doesn’t let me stop. He grabs my hips and pulls me tight, grinding his massive cock inside of me, thrusting and fucking me, destroying my small body. I groan and taunt him the whole time, calling him a prick, an asshole. It’s the angriest sex I’ve ever had in my life, and it feels fucking good, but it’s also confusing as hell.

I come harder than I thought possible. The orgasm rips through me, a white-hot fire of pleasure and anger and release. My whole body spasms and twitches, my muscles tensing and relaxing over and over as he keeps fucking me through my orgasm.

“Fuck, girl,” he groans as I finish. “Come here.”

He falls back onto the seat, pulling me around and toward him. I know what he wants from me, and I drop to my knees to obey him. I take his cock in my mouth as he holds onto the base. I suck his tip and he jerks his shaft, groaning my name. I taste his cum filling my mouth and I suck him gladly, some of it spilling from my lips to drops onto the floor and the seat.

When he’s finished, I clean him up and swallow what’s left in my mouth. I collapse onto the seat next to him, curling up with my head in his lap, his cock softening slowly.

“Glad it’s a rental,” he rumbles.

I look up at him and smile. He smirks back, leaning down to kiss me. I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let me. I’m grateful for that gesture, although I can already feel my confusion coming back, little black tendrils of doubt creeping into my mind.

We stay like that for a little while before finally he sighs. “We should get dressed and get moving. Gotta get to the hotel at some point today.”

“Yeah. Sure.” I get up and put my clothes back on. He does the same, stealing peeks at my body as I finish. He gets out, grabs the wheel again, and grunts as he shoves it into the trunk. “Shoulda done this from the start,” he grumbles as he gets back into the driver’s eat.

I climb over the middle and join him up front. He glances at me, a little smile on his lips, but he doesn’t say anything as he pulls back out onto the road.

We’re silent on the drive. We can’t go fast, so it takes twice as long as it normally would. I wish he’d say something, anything, but instead he’s quiet and so am I.

Things got messy back there, but as we put in the miles, that mess only gets worse.