RUINING ANGEL (3 page)

CHAPTER FIVE - Forbidden

Usually I prefer the company of one. I know people gravitate towards me, although I have never been sure why. I do hang out with a few of the guys from school, but they’re always older than I am, so it’s usually only when there is free booze on offer. Tonight is one of those nights.

Jack Robbins is an ex-student of St. John’s College. He spent far too many nights partying to actually go on and make it to university where he could get a degree. Instead he’s living in the basement of mommy and daddy’s house, sponging off his trust fund in order to keep up the drug and alcohol fuelled lifestyle he’s become accustomed to. It works well for us guys who are still in school because he’s always happy to share his stash. Nobody likes to drink alone, right? And most of his friends from his graduating grade packed their box of tricks a long time ago and shipped out to universities around the country.

The text message came through on my cell earlier in the afternoon.

It was a typical lazy Sunday at the Michaels. Dad’s mowing the lawn, mom’s drinking homemade lemonade in a chaise lounge and Bailey is reading a book in the hammock under the large oak tree in the backyard. I watch her from my spot on the porch with interest.

She’s reading a Wind In The Willows – a book I gave her for her birthday this year. She just turned fourteen, yet she acts like she’s an adult. Sometimes I wonder if she enjoys being a teenager at all.

The hammock swings lazily from side to side. One long leg drapes over the side, her big toe only just reaching the grass to give her a little push, the continuous momentum of the hammock seemingly swaying in the breeze all by itself. She’s engrossed, and I wish she were reading out loud so that I might hear what part she’s up to.

But she ignores the rest of us, wrapped up in the world that lies between the pages of her book.

My cell vibrates. There’s a party being held on the oval of our school just after midnight. I’m invited. I’m like any other seventeen year old guy. The promise of free booze and girls – you can bet your ass I’m gonna be there.

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I rock up alone, because that’s the way I roll. Sneaking out of my window was so easy I kind of feel bad that my parents are none the wiser. While Bailey and I are afforded a lot of freedom, I try not to overstep the mark just because they trust me more than they should.

The air is cool and crisp. Not yet Fall, but the witching hour lends itself to being the coldest part of the day. Striding with purpose through the front gates of the school, I jog easily towards the back of the buildings and down towards the oval.

I’m lucky I know my way around, because the moon has rudely hidden itself behind a blanket of clouds that does nothing to light my way. Through the pitch black of night I can see a blaze of fire coming from an old metal drum that normally suffices as our garbage cans. The janitor is going to have the fucking shits on Monday when he realizes we’ve stolen it and turned it into a fire pit.

A light stream of fog trails out of my mouth as I jog towards the light of the flames. Noises of drunk teenagers echo across the grass field towards me. We’re lucky there aren’t any neighboring houses that border the school property or the cops would have been called a long time ago.

Approaching the small group of teens, it’s obvious the usual crowd is here. Not misfits by any standards – more an exclusive selection of people who can keep their mouths shut and not turn a small gathering into a mob of hundreds of drunk and stoned teenagers. I pull up a bit of turf next to a friend of mine, Rick, and grab a beer from the ice chest.

‘Hey man, about time you got here!’ A slight giggle escapes his lips as he puffs greedily on a joint. He’s not only drunk, but stoned off his head as well. I yank the joint out of his mouth and throw it into the fire pit in front of us.

‘Hey!’ Rick exclaims indignantly.

‘That shit’s for losers man. Stick to the beer, okay?’

‘Hey, whatever.’ Another giggle escapes his lips and I wish I had a video camera to record his idiotic behavior. It’s always the sober one that is the party pooper. Looks like tonight, that’s me.

Needing to loosen up a little, I chug the first beer, the amber liquid gliding easily down my throat. It chills me a little, but I ignore it.

People are sitting in a circle around the metal fire drum, laughing, swearing, giggling and chatting as they quickly get themselves inebriated. My eyes catch those of a girl, and I have to pause for a minute to think who she reminds me of.

Another beer in my hand and I drown out the noise of my peers and let my eyes drink her in.

She’s very pretty, but not in a conventional way. There’s no blonde hair or big tits, but she’s just as beautiful with long brown hair and a pert ass. She seems a little shy, but certainly not enough to stop her from getting off her ass and coming over to talk to me. Rick does what friends do in situations like this and makes himself scarce. She slides a little closer, asking my name.

‘It’s Emmett,’ I inform her.

‘I’m Stacey.’

‘Nice to meet you, Stacey.’ She flushes just a little in the cheeks, the flames of the fire picking up her features and making them even prettier in the light. Her long brown hair is pulled up into a messy bun and I wonder briefly what it would be like to pull it down and let her shake it free.

I’m not much of a talker, so I let her carry the conversation. For hours she sits by my side, patiently chatting away, getting more suggestive the more she drinks. There’s a point that I start to think that tonight might be the night. The night I finally lose my virginity. It’s damn well starting to get embarrassing. I wanted to wait, to completely love the person who I end up making love to, but at seventeen I seem to be part of a dying race.

Another beer, a little more courage and I decide to test the water.

‘You want to go for a walk?’ Her eyes say it all. She’s eager, albeit a little glassy eyed. I help her to her feet. She grips my hand firmly, using me as a walking aid as we leave the drunken party behind us.

There are a few low whistles and cat-calls, but I ignore them as I lead her to the forest of trees that border the oval.

A little way in, and we can still see the light of the fire. She stops and brazenly pulls me to her, crushing her lips to mine. She has to stand on tippy-toes to reach me. I’m a lot taller than her at five feet eleven inches, so she struggles to meet my lips easily. Despite the alcohol, my arousal pushes on my jeans as her tongue makes its way into my mouth. I know she wants this, hell, I want this. My large hands find the hem of her too-short mini skirt and slowly, teasingly I ease it up her thighs.

Her breath catches in the back of her throat.

‘Is this too much?’ I ask hoarsely.

‘No, don’t stop,’ she pleads, thrusting her pelvis back towards my groin area, letting her fingertips work their way into my dark cropped hair. I try to think of anything other than what she’s doing to me so I don’t blow before I get to shove my cock in her a few times. While I hope I’m not too much of a disappointment, I’m already selfishly thinking this is all about me.

As our urgency increases, I look for a sturdy tree that I can rest her backside up against. Grabbing her ass, I lift her to straddle my waist and walk the few steps to roughly shove her up against the bark of a pine tree. She lets out a gasp, but goes back to fisting my hair. My biceps flex as I hold her weight and I shift so that I can quickly fumble the condom out of my back pocket.

She’s obviously done this before, because she knows what’s next.

Reaching for my belt buckle, she deftly undoes my pants while I support her weight against the tree. Her eyes bulge wide when my dick springs happily from my pants – clearly she’s impressed with my size.

Expertly she rolls the condom on me, giving me just a brief moment to wonder how many other men she’s done this with. The thought is a little unsettling, although there is no way I’m backing out of my first ever fuck with a pussy instead of the usual hand job I give myself. It seems that the only thing I have to do is support her weight. Her beer breath occasionally catches my nose, but I know mine must smell exactly the same.

Getting my head back in the game, I focus on how good it feels for her to handle my dick. She tugs my latex wrapped member down between her legs and pulls her panties to the side. It’s so dark out, I can’t see whether she has hair there or not, or even what color panties she has on. Pulling me urgently she guides me inside of her.

Sinking into the depths of her pussy is like nothing I’ve ever felt.

Even with the rubber, this is way better than wanking myself off.

Her breath sucks in as I push deeper and deeper into her folds.

Slowly I get the hang of fucking for the first time. My thrusts become more urgent and pretty soon her ass is smacking against the bark of the tree, little mewls coming out of her mouth every time I thrust hard up inside of her. My arms are wrapped around her thighs and I lift her up to gain more depth inside of her. Stacey responds by digging her nails into my forearms and panting like she’s in labor.

Suddenly I forget her name and her face fades to the darkest recesses of my mind. It’s just me and this body in front of me. It could be anyone. My balls tingle and my cock swells a little more, the blood pumping to the veins that run around my shaft. The sensation is overwhelming and I feel like I want to explode. Every single nerve ending is on fire and I suddenly can’t feel my feet.

My mouth finds the girl’s neck, trailing kisses up it until I reach the spot behind her ear. I quickly reach up and yank her hair free from its tie, letting it cascade down around us, the scent taking over me. I forget the color it was, but with my eyes closed, all I see is a long auburn mane. It teases me, taunts me. My hands dip back to her ass, but in that moment, it’s not her ass I’m feeling anymore.

In the next split second, several things happen. Behind us I can start to hear shouts and there is still enough clarity in my head to recognize that the authorities are suddenly descending on our get-together. The second thing that happens is that the image of Bailey suddenly pops unbidden into my head. I’m mortified, that while I’m fucking this chick, an image of my sister confronts me. She’s giving me a look, one that says she wants me too.

There is no time to dissect what is happening. It’s too late on all accounts. With a final thrust of my cock I explode inside the girl I’m fucking, all the while knowing my orgasm is shattering around the image of Bailey still lodged in my mind. The thought of her just turned my pleasure up at least ten notches. Fuck!

I’m not sure if Stacey came as well, but there is no time to get all chivalrous and check if my ‘date’ has got what she came for. I pull out of her and quickly discard the rubber on the floor of the forest, zipping myself back up in the process. The shouts are getting louder behind us and I know I’m going to have to run fast if I want to make it out without an arrest. I grab the girl’s hand and start to run.

There’s a roar of sound that rushes my ears, a bit like waves crashing on the shore during a big storm. I hear nothing though. I run, faster than I ever have before. But I’m not just running from the police that have decided to crash our party – I’m running from the disappointment and fear I’m feeling over betraying Bailey in the way I just did. Something tells me that my life just got way more complicated than it needs to be. Trouble is, I have no way of knowing how I can ever make this right again.

CHAPTER SIX - The Lead Up

That day had started out like any other. That is, if you can call having increasingly forbidden thoughts and feelings towards your sister normal. Well, not technically my sister. Okay, fuck, yes she’s my sister for all intents and purposes. Sometimes when I’m alone, I try to not let my brain even go there. She’s just a friend, she’s just a friend! It’s laughable, really. Who am I kidding? Only myself, I suspect. If my parents ever found out about my feelings for Bailey I’m sure they would kick me out on my ass and send me back to the shit hole I was living in before they rescued me.

Breaking up this family is the last thing I want to do. So I shove this insane need to touch her way down to the depths of my despair.

She must never know how much I really feel for her. Never.

To shake off some of my aggression, I decide to go for a run before school. The rest of the house is silent as I slip out the back door of the kitchen. It’s a beautiful spring day and I pound the pavement with everything I have. Keeping fit has always been an obsession of mine, but it also allows me to escape and think more clearly when I’m having a crisis about Bailey. There is no way she suspects anything is amiss. We playfully interact the way we always do, although she has no idea that each time she grabs my arm, or accidentally touches my leg that it feels like a thousand hot pokers have just kissed my skin. Her touch is electric and it has to stop before I do or say something I’ll regret.

Panting hard, I push myself further and faster. I get as far as Fort Reno Park before I realize I’m going to have to high tail it home if I’m going to make it back to get to school on time. Sweat pours down my body and I strip my shirt off, wiping my forehead with it as I keep pace. I tuck the shirt into the back of my running shorts, my half-naked figure earning me quite a few second glances as I run through suburbia.

A car rolls past me and I hear a stereo blasting out pop tunes while a couple of girls cat-call from their windows. I’m used to the attention of females, and consciously know that I’m easy on the eye.

But I hate it. I only want one girl to look at me that way, but I know it’s a pipe dream that will never happen. Ignoring the attention, I push my feet to move faster.

Home looms into view. The house is the kind I’d like to raise a family in one day. The American flag hangs proudly outside and the white weatherboards lend character to the house. There’s a big bay window at the side of the two story building, where I quite often catch Bailey sitting.

She’s there now, curled up with a book and a bright yellow sundress on. Her hair falls forward over her face, so I can’t catch her freckles or blue eyes. I’ve stopped. I’m literally rooted to the spot on the lawn just outside the window. My chest is expanding in and out as I struggle to catch my breath, not just from the run, but because I’m now gaping at the one woman I was just trying miserably to get out of my head.