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suddenly, all the color that had rushed to johnny's cheeks drained. he paled at her expression, shriveled into himself as she scolded him, the color that had just left rushing back up tenfold and burning his entire face scarlet. his array of freckles looked like glowing, amber spots atop his flushed face — lips pressed so firmly together it'd be a miracle if they ever parted again. they managed to, separating only to offer a pathetic " i'm — i'm sorry ... i'm not a ... a pervert ... i jus' — " ...

johnny went to stammer out another apology, continue pleading his case, but then she was laughing. laughing. at HIM. johnny looked over at darlene once more, brows pinching as his jaw set, before he forced the muscles in his face to relax. he laughed too, but the sound was odd and strained, nearly choking at the little moniker she addressed him with as he made an effort to find the humor in what had just felt like a brewing heart attack. clearing his throat, nodding ( after his eyes had stolen a quick glance at her chest, momentarily distracted by the way her tits moved when she unfolded her arms ), he laughed once more — the sound anxious and uncomfortable — as he stepped gingerly on the gas pedal.

after a moment of silence; " you uh ... you ain't really mad 'bout that , are you ?? i ... i jus' — 's instinct. i'll drive more careful." and careful he was, the car cruising a steady three miles per hour below the speed limit.

IN ALL HONESTY, THE WOMAN probably wouldn't have thought anything of it if he hadn't brought it up. all she'd been worried about was her hair (one hand gripped the door while the other went up to protect the big, blonde thing) and it wasn't until he started blubbering that she noticed. and without skipping a beat, she played the pissed off, violated woman.

darlene moved her torso toward him, one eyebrow cocked up. " really ?? 'cause to me it looked like you was just tryna feel me up. " she turned her body back to face the road, pulled on her cat eye sunglasses, and folded her arms under her breasts. " y'know, i really outta tell your mama and your daddy, huh ?? i'm sure they wouldn't like a little pervert livin' in their house. " her red lips were twisted to the side in an ' angry ' pout. but just as quickly as she'd gone sour, darlene started to laugh just seeing the dumbstruck look on his face. " oh, baby... you think i'd really give a shit ?? hell, lord knows i could use a little action. " she unfolded her arms and gestured to the road. " it's green, honey. "

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she didn't make an effort to hide her smirk this time, the corners of pillowy lips twitching up into a kittenish simper as she doubles down. her hold on his larger wrists tightens, pressing an arch into her spine that damn near cements their torsos. pen tilts her head at him, following his face with her own as he made an effort to turn it away from her , girlish laughter bubbling from behind the toying curve of her mouth. the younger of the two hummed at his question, growing bored of her own teasing as she sits back up and releases his wrists, rolling her hips back so she's pressed against him once more. a swarm butterflies flitter around in her stomach as she feels just how hard he is. it was fucked up, she knew that, but... that's why they called it morbid curiosity, wasn't it ?? maybe he shouldn't have fucked her friend. maybe she shouldn't have set it up. then she wouldn't have heard all about it ... the nitty, gritty details that had made her oh so curious.

" i was bored , " she sighs, pouting her lips. bullshit. her palms press now into his abdomen, on either side of his naval ... dangerously close to what he was clearly trying to keep hidden from her . " — annnnddd you still owe me for ... something, i'm sure . soooo, i'm here to collect my debt. entertain me. "

HE DIDN'T KNOW WHERE THIS was coming from, and part of him feared that she knew what was going on beneath his duvet. the whole summer they only talked when they crossed paths and that was the way it was supposed to be, not whatever the hell this was. " fuck off, penelope. " he turned his face away from hers as he squirmed beneath her small body. " what the fuck are you doing here anyway ?? " he could feel her braless tits pressed up against his chest and it made his blush deepen... both at the way it grossed him out and at the way it made him imagine seeing what they looked like.

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the apples of johnny's cheeks only intensified in their red burnt hue, teeth coming to gnaw anxiously at the inside of his cheek as he shifted in his seat. her perfume filled the car like smoke, the scent of the hair products that had been used on her complimenting it in a way that made his nose scrunch. it was so distracting, that and her voice ringing like church bells in his ears- which, too, were burnt an all but subtle shade of pink. " dunno, " he replies bashfully, pausing to glance over at her before realizing he was about to run a red light ... slamming his foot down on the brake. the car lurches forward, one of johnny's arms flying out to hold darlene back, palm accidently coming in contact with the swell of one off her breasts as he braces her. the car comes to a jerky stop, and his hand lingers a second too long as he catches his breath, before he's turning to look at her - looking at his hand - and yanking it back.

" shit. s-sorry 'bout that mrs... darlene. darlene .. i - i wasn't payin' attention." his accent seemed to thicken as the apology swelled his tongue, chest rising and falling as his eyes snapped back towards the road. he thought he was about to die from humiliation. " you ... you alright ?? i'm - i'm sorry my ... my hand it - i was just tryna stop you from flyin' forward, 's all."

NO GIRLFRIEND. THAT SHE WAS SURPRISED about. as awkward and shy as she was, darlene had been sure that some little slut would be wanting to jump his bones especially since there was nothing else to do in towns like these when you were young (she would know). " huh... well, why d'they think you're weird ?? you look just fine to me. "

as often as darlene saw him (even when he thought she didn't know he was there), she didn't know much about it. but what she did know was that he was quiet, cute, and absolutely in love with her and that was more than she needed to know. wayne had a big dick and enough money to pay for her pampering, but he was always working and she was bored. and what could cure boredom better than a lovesick puppy with no girlfriend a dick that went up just at the sight of tits ??

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pen's amusement only multiplied upon seeing the royal flush that worked its way onto his cheeks, the corner of her lips twitching as if she might smirk at him. instead, she levels her expression, glares down at him as if he disgust her. she ignores his demands, ever the obnoxious little sister, smacking at the hands that come to grab her bare thighs, tugging down the hem of his shirt to hide that she was bare beneath. penny still had no idea if she wanted to go through with her plan yet, and given how annoyingly stubborn he was being, she was loathe to bend to her own will in favor of mocking him instead.

"was it about one of my friends??" she continues, dragging out her words, grabbing each of felix's wrists and thrusting them up and over his head, leaning her entire body weight forward to pin them against his pillow. her face lowers, nose hovering over his, looking between felix's eyes as if she could find the truth buried somewhere in the irises that mirrored her own.

" i see the way you look at them. it's gross. so who was it, felix ? tell me ."

FELIX'S FACE WENT RED AS penelope's weight shifted against his groin. the horny, virgin inside him wanted to buck his hips, but the part that said ' she's your fucking sister ' sounded a lot more rational. felix tried to change the position to ease the pressure. she was his sister, so his dick should go down again, right ?? RIGHT ?? but no. and whatever the hell she was doing was only making it worse.

" get...off...of me, penelope. " he groaned through gritted teeth, hands reached for her thighs in an attempt to push her off. he ignored her question, not wanting to give her any satisfaction or indication that yeah, he was a goddamn pervert - but that was none of her damn business. now if one of her little friends had decided to come and stradle his waist... that would've been a different story.

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johnny watched her, lips parted, breathing deep through his mouth to try to keep himself level ( that, and he had a deviated septum from getting punched in the face in high school ) . " darlene " he echoed , sampling her name on his tongue — even when he was jerking off, watching her out the window, looking at her pictures on his phone... he never called her by her name. his cheeks flush, and he nods at the instruction, shifting the car into drive before clumsily pulling off from where he had been parked and waiting.

his shoulders lifted to his ears as she complimented him, stammering over a response to both the flattery and the question. " n-no, ma'am. no girlfriend. " embarrassment had him tensing, the wheel jerking as the car swayed as if an embodiment of his insecurity. uncertainty. " — girls 'round here don't like me . think i'm uh — think i'm weird." quieter then, beneath his breath; " 'least that's what i hear. "

" YOU DON'T NEED TO APOLOGIZE - it ain't your fault. " darlene reached into her purse and pulled out a compact of blotting sheets and flicked it open. she began gently tapping one against her forehead before stopping to turn and look at him, pretending not to notice the way he strained his eyes to not look at her cleavage. " oh, please, honey... call me darlene. you make me sound like i'm in a damn old folks home. " she snapped her compact shut and dropped it back into her purse. " jus' take me home, sweetheart. "

she glanced his way as she pulled out of the parking spot. " plus i'm sure a handsome boy like you has plans, huh ?? a pretty girl's probably waitin' for ya to take her out. " she tilted her head like the question was one of innocent curiosity. " d'ya got a girlfriend, johnny ?? " not that it'd change anything if he did.

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when did he get so STRONG ?? lilah whimpered, squirming like a captive animal in his hold as he steered her back towards his truck. pressed her spine to the rusted metal. she waltzed between kissing him back, pressing her lips together, and pleading- his name seeming to be the only word delilah knew as she wriggled where he pinned her between himself - his growing length grinding against her pelvis - and the vehicle she had barely managed to escape from.

her sobs intensified as his hands shifted, touching her in ways that warmed her skin, sent heat barreling through her. the human body responding to his affections the way it ought to, though her mind was desperate for him to stop. a croak when his fingertips found her thighs. " stop. not - not any further. please." her hips jerk, working alongside her wriggling form to try and get him off. feeling how hard he was, her face burnt with embarrassment. shame. " lee ... i've never - lee... please. i'm begging you."

THOUGH HIS ARMS WERE LONG and gangly, years of carrying animal carcasses and heavy bags of seed and grain made him strong and his cousin's efforts useless. he felt the way she kissed him back despite her attempts to push him away and he took it as her way of saying that secretly... she wanted it.

his neck craned just to meet her lips and lee maneuvered them around and walked her backward until she hit the back of his truck so he could lift her up just enough for bumper to support her. he pinned her against the cracked, rusty metal, hips pushing against her as his dick grew hard. hands slid up her arms, down her breasts, and down her stomach until his fingers grazed the skin of her thighs beneath the skirt (all the while that voice screamed at him to LET HER GO).

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his smirk intensified, growing more wicked by the second the more of him she took into his mouth, giving a snap of his hips every so often just to force another one of those pretty, addictive gags from her. the water in her eyes was almost charming, deceptive innocence coating them in gloss and yet ... andrew knew better. he knew it was impossible to have a niece that looked like his anya who wasn't the wet dream of every man in this zipcode. and beyond, likely.

" too difficult to answer with your mouth full, hm? " he teases, condescension twisting his otherwise gentle purr into a menancing taunt. he gives a low, satisfied hum as she bobs her head. " that's it. that's a good girl. you can take a little more, can't you?? with all that practice you've had..." he doesn't wait for her to do it willingly, andrew's hips driving forward once more to nearly sheath himself fully, a more vulgar sound resonating in his chest.

ANYA GAGGED FROM THE SUDDEN force of his dick pushing deeper into her mouth, eyes squeezing shut as she gathered herself. they opened again, big and watery and looking up at him like she needed him just to survive. began bobbing her head back and forth over his cock and nodded between movements, her tears starting against from the embarrassment of his words. they didn't embarrass her because they were wrong - they embarrassed her because they were true... her first boyfriend in high school or the men who'd called her pretty... she'd given them what they wanted because she wanted them to like her... to be proud of her and think about her at night... and the fact that he must have known that made her feel pathetic.

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penelope glares at her brother, eyes shifting to watch him flick on the light, gaze momentarily departing his face before her blue sights were locked back on him again ; all daggers and irritancy in his eyes that mirrored her own. with a stubborn flare of her nostrils, penny retracted her hand from his mouth, folding her arms across her chest as she sank her weight back - perfectly placing her scantily clad ass atop his lap, feeling him beneath her. hard. god, he really was pathetic. her thighs, subtly, tightened their hold on either side of his hips.

"what were you dreaming about that was soooo difficult to wake you up from?" she asks, a cruel taunt pinching the end of her inquiry as she purposely shifts her hips against him, grinding with intention, curiously surveying his face to see if it'd spur any kind of reaction. she leans forward, an unintentional arch pressing into her spine. "was it another one of your little perverted fantasies or something??"

HE'D BARELY MANAGED TO PUT HIS glasses on before her hand was mashed against his mouth. the whole damn summer she'd been a pain in his ass, but at least she'd mostly spent her time with those stupid sluts she called her friends (sluts who STILL didn't want to fuck him). they were always crawling around the house and the pool, but at least he had his room. until now.

felix's breathing strained against her hand while his own reached out to twist his lamp on. light filled a small section of the room and he glared at her through his glasses lens. he nodded and mumbled out a muffled ' fine. ' whatever this was... he wanted her out. and the fact that she was all but grinding against his dick didn't make it any better.

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his fingers were gripping the wheel so tight, his knuckles had blanched. johnny kept looking between the analog clock on his dashboard and the salon's front doors, anxiously waiting for mrs. tully to come out, wondering if he had showed up too early... too late. when she emerged, all chaos and blonde hair, he felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach as he stiffened against the back of the driver's seat, head snapping forward. he screwed his eyes shut, willing himself not to look when he noticed the way her tits were spilling from the pathetically tight neckline of her tight, tight dress— be respectful, johnny. be a good, well mannered boy.

he clears his throat when finally she slides inside, blinking his eyes open, muttering an apology beneath his breath as he drives his fist into the AC controls in an effort to get the long-gone mechanism to work. "damned thing don't work', been pickin' up extra shifts tryna ... get it fixed . 'm sorry , ma'am."

he makes the mistake of looking at her, brown eyes widening like that of a dog seeing food for the first time, blinking dumbly at her before he's clearing his throat again, looking towards the road, gripping the wheel like his run down car wasn't still in fucking park. " looks uh... looks real pretty, ms. tully. always does. you uh ... you always do, i mean. don't matter what your ... hair looks like but — it uh, it looks nice. real nice. where uh — where am i — " a look to her, clearly sweating, straining trying not to look at her chest. her full, swelling, spilling chest.

johnny is properly flushed as his voice tightens; " where am i takin' you ?? "

DARLENE WAS MORE THAN HAPPY TO play the annoyed wife when her husband told her she had to ask the boy next door/his son for a ride. she loved any kind of male attention, and it was just her luck that the her (not-so-secret) admirer next door had a pretty face and a pathetic crush on her. while her friends would have loved to meet her little ' puppy ', she didn't want any of those sluts trying to steal him from her.

bright red polished fingers smoothed out her signature big, bleached blonde hairstyle as she left the salon and jogged across the street (any faster and her tits would pop out of her too-tight dress). darlene opened the door and slid into the car. " jesus h. christ - i'm sweatin' like a sinner in church out here. " she flapped her hand up and down like a fan before turning to him. " aren't you gonna say somethin' about my hair ?? "

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darlene tully. she/her. 40-45. straight. 5'3. hairdresser. pinterest board.

plot: darlene's your muse's slutty, trashy neighbor and she asked him to drive her to get her hair done who he has a BIIIIIG crush on (def jerks off to her and shit) but let her and wants to ask him invasive questions, make him squirm, make him c*m in his jeans, suck his dick, and call her mommy

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her little noises are music to his ears, sharp and sweet like a summer cocktail. amaretto over ice, diluted by homemade sour mix. the sound that came from andrew bordered on primal as she freed his hardened length from the confines of his work pants. her little fingers were so dainty, like that of a porcelain doll's, working obediently without him having to even specify what he had meant. the little slut already knew.

andrew's head rolled back as anya's full lips enveloped the swollen, mushroom tip of his dick— and fuck, her mouth was just as warm and soft as he had always imagined it to be. the hand on the back of anya's head, with his fingers still tangled in her brown hair, presses her face forward ; forcing half of himself into her mouth so his leaking slit taps the back of her throat.

"you like having a dick in your mouth, anya?? hmm??" his taunt is pushed through his teeth, dripping with cruelty, eyes glowing with roused flames. " — bet you do this all the time, with pretty lips like yours. does my little girl like bein' on her knees with a fat cock in her mouth?? this a hobby of yours, princess??"

SHE WAS SO QUICK TO BELIEVE his gentleness as if he hadn't just made her cry. but she'd always been like that - easy to trick and easy to trust, especially men. all she wanted was their validation, even if it always ended up with her taking her clothes off.

anya winced, head yanking back as her gripped her hair. " ow. ow. ow. " she whispered, hands instinctively reaching back to ease his clutch, but when she saw the look on his face and heard the sound of his voice, she stopped herself and reached back to his waistband. gingerly, her fingers hooked into them and she began to tug down on his boxers and slacks, freeing his dick. with her eyes moving back to his, anya's fingers wrapped around the base of his cock as her lips slipped over the tip, taking him into her mouth.

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penny's eyes snapped open as he raised his voice, using the back of one hand to cuff the wrist attempting to swat her away as if she were some kind of pesky mosquito, the other coming down to clamp over his mouth to muffle any other loud ass sounds from leaving his lips. " shut the fuck up, felix !! jesus christ," penny grit through her own teeth, narrowing in the dark to squint back at him — partly in irritation, partly from genuine blindness from the dark blanketing his room. her hand tightened its makeshift muzzle against her older brother's mouth, feeling the heat of his breath against her palm... only then did she become acutely aware of the solid object beneath her, her heart skipping a beat as her cheeks flare. though she makes no efforts to move.

penny leans close , lips separated from his only due to the firm cupping of her palm over his lower face, her other hand coming to flick his forehead. " are you going to be good and stop yelling ?? "

HE FELT HER PRODDING FINGER against his cheek in his dream… one where ashley carmichael showed him her nice, round tits and gave him a blowjob. and he was right at the part where she was taking his dick into her mouth when his sister started to shake him. he tried to ignore her, but penelope was stubborn and her grating voice got through.

felix’s eyes fluttered open. “ huh ?? ” he asked dumbly, not registering that she was there, in his room, on top of him with only a duvet between her and his boner. but as soon as the realization hit him, felix was wide awake and trying to push her off of him. “ what the fuck ?? get out of my fucking room !! ” he yelled, squinting at her through blurred vision as one arm pushed at her while the other reached for his glasses.

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i'm sorry, he had said with something that almost looked like guilt in his eyes, and lilah gave another sob as she shook her head. "no... no i wouldn't..." her efforts doubled, fully yanking her arm now, a pitiful attempt to free it from his grasp. but he was pulling her into him, mouth finding her own, the salt of her tears marinating with the spit on his tongue as her body ignited in kind. she hated the way it warmed, burned, the feeling of him slipping into her veins as if he had just stuck a needle in her chest.

"lee," lilah whispered into his mouth, the singular syllable of his name splintering like wood as she balled her trembling hands into fists. her frame, dwarfed by his stature, stiffens against her cousin... her body confused as he flooded all of her senses. she half kisses him back, teeth scraping his lower lip in an effort to clamp down before her tongue is racing to sooth the bite, fear stopping her from doing anything rash despite how hard she tugs on his arms.

it felt like a scene straight out of a horror movie - discomfort and horror working in tandem to steer her clumsy footfall away from lee. from his truck. her lips burned, both from salt and the lingering warmth of his mouth, and she hiccupped ; a choking sound forcing it's way through her clenched windpipe as she attempted to keep her balance. lilah jumped when the car door slammed, her cries intensifying as she was just about to break for the corn fields. but lee was too quick, surprisingly so, moving like an arrow through the suddenly still night as the thrum of her rushing blood nearly blew out her ear drums.

a sharp sob when his hand found hers, nearly toppling over from the force in which he spun her with, hysterics escalating as she tried to tug her arm free. " lee ... " his name was a plead, desperate and creaking like old floorboards, the very lower lip her cousin now tenderly brushed wobbling. " lee, please. please don't do this."

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andrew rubbed at his jaw, giving a grunted huff of not appreciation, not even praise, but acknowledgement as she did as she was told. ever the obedient one, his little niece; pretty eyes, wet with salt and shame, looking up at him in a way that elicited a rich, masculine purr in the depth of his chest. the sound bled into something far more unpleasant when she stopped, the hand on her face shifting to thread gingerly push through her hair. andrew was deceptively gentle in the way he combed his fingers through the mousey brown strands - all the way to their soft, feathery ends - before allowing them to flutter back to her shoulder.

however, the second time he did this, he balled his fist at the back of her skull, winding silk tresses so tightly around his clenched fingers he could feel the strain of her scalp. "be a good girl, anya," andrew practically snarled, words heady with warning. with danger. "— and don't make me tell you again."

FOR A MOMENT, SHE THOUGHT he was going to hit her, and that scared her enough to shut her up (with the exception of quiet sniffles). as he pulled her toward the bulge in his pants, her big, doe eyes moved to his face while her mouth fell agape, giving her that dumb, clueless look she didn't even know she had.

anya pulled up the collar of her shirt to wipe her eyes and nose before reaching for his belt, sliding it out with a hiss and falling onto the linoleum with a clatter. her eyes darted vacantly between his face and his crotch as she unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, but she stopped there, cheeks red with shame and embarrassment, feeling like it was all her fault.

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it felt like a scene straight out of a horror movie - discomfort and horror working in tandem to steer her clumsy footfall away from lee. from his truck. her lips burned, both from salt and the lingering warmth of his mouth, and she hiccupped ; a choking sound forcing it's way through her clenched windpipe as she attempted to keep her balance. lilah jumped when the car door slammed, her cries intensifying as she was just about to break for the corn fields. but lee was too quick, surprisingly so, moving like an arrow through the suddenly still night as the thrum of her rushing blood nearly blew out her ear drums.

a sharp sob when his hand found hers, nearly toppling over from the force in which he spun her with, hysterics escalating as she tried to tug her arm free. " lee ... " his name was a plead, desperate and creaking like old floorboards, the very lower lip her cousin now tenderly brushed wobbling. " lee, please. please don't do this."

LEE JERKED BACK INTO NORMAL position - slouched back against the seat and eyes focused out the windshield. except for a faded glow on the horizon and the path of his trucks headlights, it was dark. he touched his mouth, fingers pulling down bottom lip as he tried to remember what hers felt like. for a moment, he thought about letting her go. one hand went on the wheel while the other reached for the gear shift. but no. he couldn't leave her and he didn't want to.

he might've almost broken the keys with how he yanked them from the ignition. puffs of dirt came up as his boots dropped onto the dirt, creaky door slammed shut and he was coming after her, long legs moving quickly and clumsily like a baby deer just learning how to walk.

when he caught up to her, he didn't say anything - he just let his hand grab hold of her arm and whip her around to look at him. and when he had her facing face, he gently reached his hand up to graze her face, dirty fingers lightly brushing against her bottom lip - curious and gentle.

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the door creaked , far too loud for her liking , the squeal of hinges in desperate need of oil striking her bones so deep even the marrow flinched . bare feet padded along aged floorboards , fingers bunched in the cotton of her brother's tee shirt ( one of many in which she had stolen and now filled more than half of her dresser drawer ) . warily, with the delicacy a mouse would approach a trap , penelope leaned over her sleeping brother's face . she then lifted a pointed finger , and after holding her breath , she proceeded to poke his cheek . when the other didn't stir , pen's brows drew together , and with another ounce of bravery — penny pressed her palms into the mattress and lifted herself atop of it , straddling his lap like she did when they were kids , folding fingers around the caps of his shoulders before giving him a shake . one that bloomed with determination the longer he didn't rouse from his seemingly comatose slumber .

" feeeeeliiiix , wake up !! " her voice came in a harsh whisper , giving felix — once again — another shake . " c'mon , you're not a light sleeper . wake up ."

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andrew couldn't hide the dark mirth in his gaze as he looked down at her, eyes veiled in a thick gloss from both booze and steadily building arousal. a need for release. a need to fuck his anger into something hot, tight, and pretty. he adjusted his grip once more and squeezed her cheeks with his thumb and pointer, the chubby apples warm and tacky with salt beneath cruel pads of his fingers.

"i said to stop crying," words were cool as ice, slipping from the tip of a forked tongue as andrew used his other hand to undo the buckle of his belt. he didn't remove it, however — that wasn't his job.

darker then, lower in his throat, so low he felt it scrape against his vocal chords. "i said show me how fuckin' sorry you are." a tug on her face, bringing it closer to his slack-clad crotch, eyes narrowing with impatience. " — christ, anya , someone really oughta teach you how to listen . "

ANYA'S HEART POUNDED IN HER CHEST while cheeks reddened at the way he touched her face like the men she let take her into the back of their trucks. but like it was some sort of natural response, she felt that familiar pulse between her legs, some part of her wanting to be talked to like that - like she was stupid and needed a real father figure to care about her.

anya didn't fight back and just kept on crying, eyes following his face as she lowered to her knees. " i'm sorry. " she told him as she needlessly wiped her eyes with the back of his hands. " i'm r-really sorry. " her words came out with a punch of sobs even though she didn't remember what she was even supposed to be sorry for. but his cruelty and his want for an apology was enough to unlock that guilt she always seemed to feel.

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the longer they sat in pregnant silence, the harder her heart slammed against the confines of ivory ribs. the organ's desperate, overwhelmed beats rattled her with each relentless thump, and her breastbone lifted as breaths went from deep — slow and steady — to shallow and sharp. aching. " lee , " she practically squeaked when her cousin remained voiceless, only to have the remainder of the plea swallowed by his greed as he ignored her and captured what wasn't his to claim. a small sound of upset , either a sob or a hiccup , sounded in her throat as his unfamiliar mouth found her own. the hand on the handle forced the mechanism down, the door swinging open as the other hand shifted from her lap to press against his chest. get him off. get him AWAY. with a pitiful sound of struggle, delilah somehow managed to get her seatbelt undone before she was tearing free from the confines of his hot, suffocating truck and dropping to the earth beneath his worn tires . backing away, tears cascading down her cheeks, delilah swallowed a horrific sob;

" oh my god, what is — what is WRONG with you ?? "

LEE PULLED HIS HAND BACK like her skin was scalding hot. he looked at her, eyebrows knit and eyes apologetic. he should just shut up and take her home - maybe she'd pretend it didn't happen just like he wanted her to. but as she stared back at him - pleading - he realized she'd never let him be alone with her again. she'd go back home and even if she never told what he'd said, she'd find every reason she could to never have to see him again. and he didn't want that. he couldn't have that. so in a quick, selfish movement, lee's head swooped down and he crashed his lips into hers.