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How sick was I? I was fantasizing about the night I was almost raped! I was fantasizing about fucking my brother! My little brother! Even worse, I was thinking about fucking my daddy's bastard son!

I slid my dildo under my pillow as I lay in the bed, catching my breath. I always seemed to come hard from that fantasy now, even harder than with my motorcycle fantasy. What was it about fucking Jason that always made me come so hard?

I pulled my sweatpants on and stood up. As I walked to the window, I could smell the scent of my pussy in the air. I looked out to see Jason doing something with his motorcycle. He was concentrating, devoted to his task. He was out there, my bastard half-brother. He was outside, alone, and unwanted. I made my decision.

I was going to talk to my brother. No. I was going to fuck my brother. No, even more than that. I was going to belong to him, I was going to be his. My brother, the man who had been there when I most needed a champion and guardian. I was going to give myself to my brother, the man I had looked down my nose at for his entire life, who I had hurt every chance I had gotten. God forgive me, I was going to love my brother.

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I ran downstairs into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. Halfway to the door I turned around. I had watched Jason cutting the yard for years now, and I remembered that he could guzzle a bottle of water in seconds. I grabbed another bottle and double-timed it to the front door, stopping before I opened it to catch my breath.

I had watched Jason for years from my window. For years I had almost gone outside and talked to him. But I was my daddy's girl. He was my daddy's unwanted bastard child. There was so much between us, so much space and distance and meanness, and I had never done anything to bridge it. Jason was younger than me by two months. He was my little brother and I had done my best to make sure he was always an outcast.

When I felt like I was breathing somewhat close to normal, but not yet giving myself time to rethink what I was doing, I opened the door and threw myself out. I walked across the grass. Casual, act casual. He's just your brother. He's just the guy you've been fantasizing about for years, and now you're going to fuck him. He's just the guy you've been treating like shit and now you love him. Shit.

He hadn't noticed me yet. I could still turn back. I was right at the property line. I took another step and suddenly I was on foreign land, in enemy territory. Daddy was going to kill me.

I could feel my heart trying to bursting through my chest, but I kept walking. He was sitting on the ground, tools surrounding him as he sat back and looked at his bike.

"Jason?"

"Yeah?" His voice was soft, inviting.

"Um... here," I stuck a bottle of water out to him, almost like I was holding out a piece of meat for a vicious dog.

He turned around and took it from me, immediately opening it up and downing it in seconds.

"So, what are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"You're obviously doing something."

"Nope. But you always come home and watch me for thirty minutes or so, and you seem to be pissed off at me the next day if you don't see me. So I usually find something to do."

"WHAT!? What are you talking about?!" Cover! Cover! I need a cover story! Deny everything!

"From your window. Whenever you come home you watch me."

"I do not!"

"You realize that I can see you right? I mean, when you first started doing it you would stand to the side so I wasn't sure, but then you got more brazen and you started standing in the middle of the window." He was so calm, so matter of fact.

"Why didn't you ever say anything?!" Damn it, girl! What happened to deny everything?

"You seemed to be having more fun watching and not being seen. Who was I to ruin your game?" He finally turned and looked at me. It was there, that same smile/smirk that I had seen the other day. It was cute, enduring.

"So, you just come out here and do whatever so I can watch you?"

"Yep. But I've already cut the yard this week and washed the bike twice. So I'm pretending to work on it." The bastard. He had been watching me watching him. Watching me judge him. Even in his own home he hadn't been safe from me.

But I could build on this now. This was ours. Our secret. Something we could both share now.

"Well, you can go inside now." I tossed him the other bottle of water. "I've seen enough of you. For now," I smiled. I turned and walked away, throwing a little extra sway into my hips, just in case he was watching. Though I'm sure he probably wasn't, just to be annoying.

I closed the front door and ran up to my room, slamming my door and sliding down against it, smiling. I had done it. I had a normal, friendly conversation with my brother. I crawled over to my window on my hands and knees, slowly rising to look out of the bottom of the blinds. He waved.

Asshole. There was no way he could see me, he just knew I was going to do it. I watched as he picked up the tools he had scattered around himself and went inside. Yes, I definitely wanted to see more of my brother. More brother, less clothes.

As I watched him go inside, I was a little disappointed. I wasn't totally done looking at him. I turned around, my back against the wall as my hand slid into my sweatpants. Really Katie! Again!

I pictured Jason grabbing my hand as I turned to leave. He pulled me down on top of him, his eyes looking at me expectantly. I wouldn't disappoint him. I knew what he wanted. I moved my lips to his, letting my tongue flick his upper lip. He opened his mouth up to me. We fell back onto the driveway as he pulled me down with him, my lips still locked with his as our two tongues tangled together. The flat of my hands felt the heat from the driveway cement as I straddled one of his legs. His hands slid under my sweatpants, gripping my panty-clad ass, making me hump his leg like a bitch in heat. I could feel my pussy gathering its moisture, his dick hardening against my leg, his tongue submitting to my will.

He was giving me control, but he still owned me. His hands pulled aside my panties as he slid a finger into my pussy. I broke our kiss, lifting my head to moan. Looking down on him I could see that smile/smirk on his face as he enjoyed my pleasure. He finger fucked me. I was being finger banged in the middle of my uncle's driveway in broad daylight by my bastard brother. I moaned out again, barely able to catch my breath as he added a second finger into my pussy. He was playing inside of me with my spot, rubbing my clitty in the most amazing ways with his thumb, all the while smile/smirking up at me.

"Fuck me Jason, please fuck me!" He didn't say anything, just smiled and pumped his fingers into me even harder, faster, deeper. I needed more, more heat, more pleasure, more him. I needed his cock. I could feel it, hard and solid against my leg.

"Tell me," he said.

"I need it Jason. I need you to fuck me. Any way you want. Please!"

The bastard he was, his fingers slowed down. "I don't know..."

"Please!" I begged him, his fingers moving maddeningly slow inside me, "Anything you want, everything you want! PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!!"

He pulled one of his hands out and opened his pants, his hard dick flopping out to slap against his stomach. "Where do you want it?"

"In my pussy," I panted out, trying to hold off my orgasm until I could get him inside me, not wanting to come until I was truly full and fulfilled.

"That wasn't very convincing."

"Please Jason, shove your hard dick up your dirty sister's fuck hole!"

"Katie! We're home!" FUCK MY LIFE!!! FUCKING PARENTS!!!

I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and sucked myself off of them. I like the taste of my pussy, but it was a small consolation prize to what I was owed for all my hard work. There is nothing in this world more inhumane and torturous and cruel than interrupting someone who is masturbating. And I was so close!

I let myself calm down while shooting evil thoughts at my mother and father, questions about life insurance and CSI and jury selection running through my head. Giving up the remnants of my would-be orgasm, I stood up, my fingers still in my mouth, when suddenly my mom poked her head into my room.

"Hey honey, I brought Chinese. Something wrong with your hand?"

"No," I said through my fingers. "Closed my drawer on them."

"Ouch," she said, sympathetically wincing. "Well, come down to the kitchen when you're ready." I wondered how sympathetic she would have been had she known what I was doing, or who I was thinking about.

I went downstairs to the dining room where my parents had lain out a Chinese feast. I made myself a plate and sat down across from my mother.

"So how was your day, sweetness?" Daddy asked me.

"Pretty good, Daddy. We had a good practice today. I think the squad is going to do really good when Haley takes over."

"That's good. Always leave your past in good standing, sweetness. That's always a good strategy, and you never know when you'll need to use some of those people later on in life. You don't want them thinking you abandoned them."

Like you abandoned my brother, I thought. As angry it made me, the thought just didn't really sink in. After all, he was my daddy, the man who had held me and danced with me when I was a little girl, who had kissed boo boo's and sat in at tea parties, who had scared and terrified my boyfriends since I started dating. It was kind of hard to hate that man.

"How 'bout you, Daddy?"

"Pretty good. We've got a couple of new cases we're gonna try to flush out over the next two weeks. I'm afraid your mom and I are gonna be going out of town, sweetness." Mom never let Daddy out of her sight for too long. Not since...well, Jason.

And even better. We were out. It was Teacher Camp, some training thing for the teachers at the school. Oh blessed heavens!

"That's okay, Daddy, I've got credit cards."

He laughed, "Just don't go crazy."

"And no parties," Mom threw in.

"Do I ever?"

"No, but that's more of a just in case you get the idea I'll have you buried in the back yard kind of warning," she said.

"Have all the parties you want, just don't have any boys over here."

"John! Don't contradict me!"

"I'm not! It's an addendum," he said defensively.

"So when are you guys leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning," Mom answered. Daddy's trips never lasted less than two weeks. Plus, he usually took mom on some kind of vacation. He often sent a plane ticket to me once the vacation started so I've seen most of the world. Venice, Rome, Paris, Damascus. The privileges of having a rich daddy.

"Any problem with Sharron and Haley spending the weekend?"

"Just don't let Sharron drink my liquor cabinet dry."

Mom and I both laughed. A few months ago, Daddy got into a drinking contest with Sharron. To his everlasting shame, especially since we brought it up as often as possible, Sharron drank him under the table. And the next morning, he was as hung over as could be, but Sharron was all smiles and brightness. As small as she is, I have no clue where it goes, but the girl can drink.

After dinner we put the dishes in the sink. Our bi-weekly maid Elizabeth worked tomorrow, so she would take care of them. Daddy wasn't allowed anywhere near Elizabeth. She had curves for fucking days. Days. She actually did live in the area, too. She was the daughter of a major cleaning company founder and heiress to the cleaning industry. Apparently, if she wanted to inherit, she had to work just like the people who she would later give orders to and prove herself before her mother would let her take over the company. Unlike my mom and I, she had tits, not breasts. If she wasn't a DD, I wasn't a redhead. She was part Hispanic and had the hips to prove it. Long curly black hair that went half-way down to her back. She spoke Spanish, French, and English fluently. No, Daddy wasn't even allowed to be in the house alone by himself if Elizabeth was here. My mom wasn't stupid after all; fool her once, and never again.

I went up to my room and fell dreamily onto my bed. Two weeks sans parentals. Glorious. And if I could get Jason to fall dreamily into my bed during that time... I shivered with the thought.

I struggled out of my pants and panties as I threw off my shirt. My hand immediately went to my clit. I reached under my pillow for my dildo, but thought better of it; it might be a little too loud if Daddy was going to be walking back and forth between his office and bedroom. Instead, I fingered myself. I fingered myself to thoughts of my brother. I pictured his hard naked body sliding into my bed, his skin against mine, his hot solid dick sliding into my wet pussy. God, was I wet. I could hear the sounds of my pussy as my fingers slid in and out of me, faster and faster as my pleasure mounted. I could almost feel Jason's warm breath on my ear as he fucked himself into me, pounding me closer and closer to the edge, bringing me higher and higher until it was getting hard for me to catch my breath.

I wanted to scream, scream for more, scream for Jason, scream for anything, just scream so that the world could know how good this was, but common sense and parents kept my vocal cords in check. I panted hard, denied the chance to give voice to my pleasure. Jason was moaning into my ear, "Yes, Katie, yes. Give it to me. Give me my pussy! That's my pussy isn't it?"

"Yes, Jason. It's your pussy. All yours!" He thrust himself into me harder with each stroke. The heat and pressure of him on top of me, the slickness of sweat-soaked skin sliding over mine, the depth of his hard cock sliding into me. God yes!

I came. I came hard. My pussy juices flowed out of me, soaking my hand and leaving a nice large wet spot on my comforter.

I slid underneath my covers, licking my hand, surrounded by my smell, thinking of Jason and his smile/smirk as I drifted off to sleep, visions of his dick dancing in my pussy.

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I sat down at the table with Sharron and Haley and a few other hangers-on, people who just wanted to be seen with the popular people. I had already told Sharron and Haley that they would be staying at my place this weekend, sans parents. Not that I didn't have plans for Jason, but it had been a long observed ritual between me and Sharron. Haley's inclusion just meant she was part of the Dynamic Duo now. I guess that meant we needed a new name. Titanic Trio? No, the Titanic was a tragedy. The Tremendous Trio? Maybe.

"How'd you do on Mr. Evan's test in geography?" Sharron asked me. We shared the teacher, but not the class.

"Not bad. Not great, but not bad," I told her.

"Damn. I was hoping to get some answers from you." Sharron sucked at geography, just like me. I was an English girl. Give me grammar and punctuation over the capitol of some obscure African nation any day.

I laughed. "I can give you some, but you'll just end up fucking yourself."

Terri walked up to our table. "Hey, can I talk to you?"

Everyone at the table looked at me. Terri never talked to anyone. He sent his softball bitches to talk to people for him. One said softball bitch was sitting across the caf on my brother's lap, feeding him a salad. She was in a softball uniform and a black choker around her neck. Terri was not one of my favorite people right now.

"Sure, Terri." I got up and followed him back by the bathrooms.

"So, uh, I guess I kind of owe you an apology."

"For what?"

"Well, for the whole Van thing. See, he was kind of on a 'roid rage. Add some X and uppers to that and a cute girl, and well..."

"You get rapist. That is until you add lucky savior brother, then you get ass kicking."

"Yeah. So, sorry. I'm not very good at this whole apologizing thing am I?"

"No, you aren't. Tell me this though, who broke his elbow?"

"Jason. I broke his ribs though. And BJ gave him the concussion. Plus, I've cut him off, and told everyone in the city he can't buy shit." He seemed sort of desperate about this.

"Well, apology accepted." I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "And this one is for BJ." I kissed him on the other one. "And this one is for Jason." I gave him a quick peck on the lips and walked back to my table. He looked a little dazed and surprised as I watched him walk back over to Jason. It did have the added effect of him sending softball bitch away so they could talk in private. Terri was quickly rising in my Jason-Katie-centric view of the world.

"What was that about, getting us some party favors for this weekend?" Haley asked smiling. One taste of X and the girl's addicted.

"Please, he just wanted to ask me something about someone else. Terri's on the hunt for non-payment." It was a good excuse. There was always someone trying to dodge Terri. It never turned out well, not when he had BJ to enforce all his deadlines. And, apparently, Jason was no one to sleep on either.

"So where is the party this weekend, Kay?" one of the hangers-on asked. Smart. Using a nickname to seem closer to me than she was. I liked that kind of person.

"No idea. I'm going out of town with the 'rents."

"Ooo, where to?" asked another.

"Malaysia." No need for anyone to know that my house was vacant this weekend.

"Cools." The conversation turned to tourist spots and hotels as Sharron, Haley, and I laughed at a joke only we could understand. Never let the hanger-on's know the real deal.

As the conversation drifted, I let my mind and gaze wonder. So, BJ was my guardian in the background, Terri had apologized to me for something he couldn't have known would have happened, most likely because my brother made him, and my brother didn't hate me.

That was the most amazing thing. I hadn't talked to Jason since yesterday, but when our eyes met now, there was a quick smile shared between us. I found that I liked my brother's smile. I liked having it to myself.

I had told Sharron and Haley to come over after seven. Hopefully, Jason would still give me my thirty minutes, even if I knew what the game was now.

After my last class of the day, I went to meet Sharron to remind her to come over to my house after her rehearsal. She was infamous for forgetting a date. She even flaked on Joshua Bernstein, Jew boy extraordinaire and third cutest guy in the school, because she got wrapped up in a play and forgot about him. As I rounded the corner to her Chemistry class, I saw her coming out of the lab with Jason.What the hell.

They were smiling and laughing with each other. Jason never laughed with anyone but Terri and BJ. What the hell.

They parted ways as they came out of the lab room. As Sharron walked over to me I pretended I hadn't seen anything. "Hey, Besty," she called out, imitating Haley.

"Hey, just came to remind you to come to my place after rehearsal," I said with a false cheerfulness. I smiled at her, when all I wanted was to rip Jason's laughter out of her.

"It's in my phone," she laughed as she ran off to the theater room.

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He gave it to me. My thirty minutes. He was sitting outside in the front yard studying. I went downstairs and grabbed two bottles of water and walked across the lawn. He looked so serious. Always so serious, no matter what he was doing.

I tossed the bottle of water at him without saying anything. He caught it; I knew he would.

"Hey."

"Hi there."

"What are you studying?"

"Organic Chemistry II." Translation: advanced geek.

"Don't you take Inorganic?" Translation: normal person.

"Yeah. But that's because the school wouldn't let me test out."

"Oh. So is Sharron your lab partner?"

"Yep. I saw you, you know." Actually, I didn't know. How the hell does he always see everything?

"Did you ever think of seeing someone about these paranoid delusions? You seem to see me everywhere. In windows, around corners..."