THE LONG GOOD-BYE
“I DON’T WANT TO GO!”
It was the first thing Martin heard as he entered the kitchen.
He wore a T-Shirt and jeans that hung loose on his skinny body, and yet at the same time the fabric felt incredibly confining.
His Aunt Rosie sat at the kitchen table. She also wore a T-Shirt and jeans. But the outfit only seemed to emphasis her figure rather than hide it, and Martin could see the outline of Rosie’s nipples in the white fabric.
The only one of them who seemed to have any sense of modesty appeared to be Summer. His cousin wore a red dress, buttoned all the way to top, giving her a very prim and proper look. Her arms were folded across her chest, and the gesture only exaggerated her modest attire.
Summer stood, her expression fixed into a stern frown.
Still, as he sat down behind the table, Martin couldn’t help but admire the way the red dress hugged her feminine hips. Reminding him of what they had just done only minutes before.
“You could have both of them, if you want Martin,” a tiny voice, at the back of his mind, prompted him.
His cock swelled at the suggestion, as an image of both of them naked and on their knees flashed in his mind.
Martin shook his head, trying to chase these sinful thoughts away.
That path could only end in tragedy.
“Summer,” Rosie said quietly, “this is all you’ve been talking about since school started.”
“Things have c-c-changed,” his cousin stammered.
Martin sighed quietly.
Summer was definitely back to her old self again.
Gone was the sexy, insatiable woman who he had just spent the last day and half fucking.
In that woman’s place was the Plain-Jane girl, who seemed to wallow in permanent misery.
“How have they changed?” Rosie asked. “You don’t seem very happy here.”
“I-I-I’ve met s-s-somebody,” Summer stammered.
He’d made a mistake fucking her. All he’d done was make his cousin more miserable.
“If Summer goes you could have Rosie all to yourself,” the voice at the back of his mind reminded him.
Another vivid image tempted him now. He sat in a chair. Rosie sat in his lap, shoving her big breasts in his face.
He again shook these thoughts away, but his cock remembered, and it felt stiff and hungry again.
“I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t know.” Rosie said. “But your dad needs your help. He has no one else.”
“What about his little girl friend,” Summer snapped.
“A-A-Amanda,” Rosie said, stammering a little now. “Amanda left when your dad got sick.”
“Figures,” Summer scoffed.
“Your dad has no one else,” Rosie repeated, and then added, “He needs someone to take care of him.”
“I-I-If you’re s-s-so concerned,” Summer said, “T-T-Then why d-d-don’t you t-t-take care of him.”
“Summer,” Rosie cried. Her voice stern, and yet not without sympathy. “You know that’s not going to happen. The only reason your dad and I even speak to each other is because of you.”
“I’m n-n-not going,” Summer cried.
“Maybe you should go,” Martin said.
Summer turned and glared at him. Her mouth fell opened in disbelief.
A mouth that only half an hour ago had greedily sucked him off.
And it took whatever restraint Martin had, for him not to open his pants, and shove his hard cock in her mouth again. If for no other reason than to shut her up.
Summer cast her eyes down. Then sobbing, she raced upstairs.
Martin watched her go, feeling a slight twinge of guilt.
He had caused this, but had no idea how to fix it.
A cold hand touched his.
“Thank you, Martin,” His aunt said.
Martin turned to face her now.
She smiled at him.
It was a kind smile at first, but it quickly turned more suggestive.
She continued to hold his hand, longer than normal, to the point where it was starting to get uncomfortable.
Martin could see her nipples, hard now, poking against the fabric of her shirt.
With her free hand, Rosie twisted a few strands of her red hair behind her ear.
Martin pulled his hand free.
“I’ll go talk to her,” Martin said.
He got up, and did his best to hide his enormous erection, as he headed upstairs.
* * *
“YOU ASSHOLE!” Summer screamed.
There was no stutter now. She had made herself loud and clear.
Martin hung back, standing just outside her room.
Summer’s room was in complete disarray, with all her dresses strewed about on the floor.
Martin wondered if it was always like this.
The large open suitcase on her bed seem to indicate otherwise, though.
“I can’t believe you just did that!” Summer screamed again.
She stomped forward, narrowing the gap between them.
“After what we just did!” She screamed, and then cried out in frustration. “After what we did all night!”
Summer hiked up her skirt, and turned her hunches toward him.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and a small patch of red pubic hair pointed suggestively down.
This reminded Martin how hard he was, and his cock throbbed for the attention that only a woman could bring.
“You marked me, you fucking asshole.” She snarled.
Her tone didn’t frighten him as much as the large scratches across her flank.
God! Had he done that to her?
She let the hem of her skirt drop, and now drew close to him. This time she had no trouble looking him in the eye.
“You want me to go?” She cried. “Why, so you can fuck my mom!”
Martin shook his head.
She punched him hard in the shoulder.
“Don’t you fucking lie to me!” She screamed. “I’ve seen how you look at her!”
A cruel smile twisted her thin lips, and when she spoke this time there was a sinister edge to her voice.
“It’s how you looked at me last night, when I pretended to be your mother.”
“YOU BITCH!” Martin roared, grabbing her by the wrists. He pushed her further into the room, and then threw her down on the bed.
* * *
Summer should have been scared, but she wasn’t.
He quickly took off his pants, revealing his hard, throbbing dick.
But there was no lust in his eyes—only hurt, and wanting to hurt.
Her laughter didn’t last long.
Dying, as he got in-between her legs, and pushed himself inside.
She cried out.
He grabbed her wrists again, pinning her down on the bed.
He was brutal. And the brutality left her pussy burning..
Soon, the smell of iron filled the air, as she started to bleed. It hurt. It hurt so much.
Yet the abuse, in itself, had a certain pleasure to it.
And, the emotional high more than made up for the pain.
The fact that she had gotten him so angry, filled her with a certain pride.
She yelped in surprise as he came.
It felt intense, more intense than it had ever been before.
It came out in a roar, like a gun shot, and she could feel every seed strike her, like tiny little bullets.
It left her quivering, as it always did.
They both sighed.
His features softened, as his rage abated.
She stroked his hair tenderly, for a moment, until he pulled free of her, and stood up.
Summer watched, with some sadness, as his big, beautiful cock disappeared behind his boxer shorts.
She hadn’t been lying when she said she that loved fucking him. Even if it hurt, like it did now.
Why did everything have to be so complicated? She wasn’t asking much, really. She’d let him fuck other girls, if that’s what he wanted, as long as at the end of the day he remained loyal to her.
He zipped up his pants, and then sat on the edge of the bed.
She sat up, and suddenly winced.
Her pussy still hurt, and the act of sitting up felt like a punch in the gut.
But, she tried not to let it show, as she didn’t want him to worry.
“Sorry,” he said quietly. Now, he was the one who couldn’t look her in the eye.
“It’s o-o-okay,” she said. “I g-g-goaded you into it.”
An awkward silence passed between them, with each waiting for the other to say something.
Summer was the first to break.
“Come w-w-with me Martin,” she said.
She said it so quietly that she wondered if he had even heard her.
He had, though, and looked at her curiously.
Summer decided to press on, before she completely lost her nerve.
“You and I are the same,” she said.
Summer held up her hand, showing him the snake like symbol burned into the palm.
“T-T-Two of a kind.”
She dropped her hand, and edged a little closer to him.
“I can be anyone you want,” she said, more confident now, and that confidence silenced her stutter. “You want Emily, I can be Emily. Emily with a pussy so tight, you’ll be feeling it for days. Or, I can be my mom, but a younger and sexier version. And you can drink your full of my big breasts.”
She squeezed his hand.
“Or even your mom, and you can pay her back for every perverted thing that she’s ever done to you.
She stroked his cheek.
“My dad’s ranch is big and isolated. We’d only have to do a few chores every day…”
She paused, panting. Her throat felt dry, but her thin lips were wet.
“Then at night, oh at night Martin, we can become who we truly are. We’re animals. These people skins we wear, are just costumes, so we can pass in polite society. But at night, we make the rules. We can hunt and fuck and be free.”
She licked her wet lips.
“Come with me, Martin,” she whispered again. “I’ll be so good to you.”
She wanted him again, and he wanted her.
She leaned in.
He didn’t pull away this time.
Their lips parted.
He’s your brother, a tiny mocking voice told her from the back of her mind.
Summer gasped, and jumped up.
Oh god, she though.
It made so much sense.
They were both so tall and skinny, but her parents were short and stocky.
They even looked alike.
His chin was a little more pointed than hers, but their faces were like mirror images. Even their eyes were the same bluish green color.
How had she not seen it before?
Oh god what have I done!
“What’s a matter?” Martin asked.
She could hear the alarm in his voice.
Summer wanted to freak out, but knew she couldn’t. This whole thing started because she had acted so horribly to him. He needed a sister, now, not a lover.
Summer shook her head, and sat down on the bed again.
She breathed in, and it hurt—like a thousand tiny needles pricking her all at once.
“No,” she said finally. “Y-Y-You should be w-w-with Emily.”
“What?” He asked.
Summer nodded her head.
“T-T-This thing is e-e-evil,” she said, now. Her stutter worse than ever, and it was getting in the way of what she needed to tell him. “I-I-It’s making us do thing w-w-we shouldn’t do.”
She forced herself to look at him in the eye, even though the voice at the back of her mind screamed at her to look away.
“B-B-Be with Emily,” Summer said. “S-S-She loves y-y-you.”
She pointed at the necklace around his neck.
“B-B-But take that thing, and b-b-bury it d-d-deep in the ground, s-s-so no one w-w-will ever f-f-find it, a-a-again.”
“What about you?” Martin asked, and now pointed to the mark in her palm.
“I-I-I’ll be fine,” Summer said quietly, closing her hand into a fist. “Like I s-s-said the ranch is i-i-isolated. C-C-Can’t get up t-t-too much trouble there.”
She embraced him.
“I-I-I wish I’d been nicer to you,” Summer confessed. “Maybe if it had b-b-been. Maybe if I’d b-b-been more of a s-s-sister to you, then n-n-none of this w-w-would have h-h-happened.”
She let him go, and wiped the tears from her eyes.
“I-I-I don’t regret w-w-what happened, though,” she said. “W-W-We had s-s-something special.”
She leaned in for a kiss.
The kiss was a very chaste one.
“Goodbye, Martin,” she said softly.
TO BE CONTINUED...