Room Fourteen: Making Her Beg

DIESEL

“Ladies and gentleman, we hope you don’t mind a repeat, this evening. Smokey’s just been called away, her kid’s sick, so we’re getting Val back for round two,” the DJ announced, making all of us at the table groan in frustration.

“For fuck’s sake,” I heard Derek hiss and wanted to second that statement.

Our little talk would be put off, but I was kind of cool with that. What Derek had proposed was an answer to all of my wishes, a solution I’d never allowed myself to think would ever come. If she agreed to having us in her life a lot more that was. And if it lead to a lot more, then I could deal with that.

Val came back, doing her second sensual dance on the stage slower, something more alluring about her this time around, far more seductive. I could barely look away from her, my dick hard as rock, and that was a huge problem. First, because she was my stepsister. She was the last woman I should want to fuck, yet here I was with a hard dick and a brain full of fantasies.

Second, I’d fucked up bad. I was the reason she was in danger, but I couldn’t admit that to Derek, not yet. I’d fucked up a lot in my life, I’d be the first to admit it. But this time? This time I’d nearly cut my own wrists it was so bad.

I shot a look at Derek, wondering how fast he’d kill me if I told him the truth, or if he’d drag it out, make it slow and painful, a death that would haunt me long after I stopped breathing? Probably the second one, I decided.

Derek didn’t know that I’d lost a poker game and the winner demanded a night with my stepsister. I’d told him over my dead body, but he’d known I was fucked from the moment I’d agreed to the game. I’d been playing against a rival club member, something I shouldn’t have done. I’d thought he’d demand my bike if I lost, or maybe money, not my fucking stepsister.

Maybe we could share her. That was Derek’s suggestion to keep her safe. Could I do it?

“She’s fucking gorgeous,” Cam whispered, and I glared, wanting to break his neck, but why shouldn’t he want Val? It seemed everyone else did. Just because I wasn’t supposed to have her didn’t mean nobody else should have her.

But Derek had offered a solution to that matter.

Share her.

My eyes drifted back to Val, flat on her back, her fingers running over her breasts, down the flat plane of her stomach, headed for the glistening folds between her legs. I couldn’t look away as her neon-pink nails headed for those pink folds of skin, my brain suddenly on pause. I didn’t breath as her fingers reached down, opened, then jerked away, a tease of the audience and herself.

“Fucking hell,” I nearly choked as she rolled over, twerking her ass as the bass dropped on the song I’d forgotten was playing. The girl was good, that was for certain.

“She belongs on a proper stage,” Derek said, his eyes on Val, openly wanting her for the first time in my memory. I’d never have guessed he wanted to fuck the girl I was supposed to think of as my little sister. I couldn’t though. I wanted to fuck every inch of her, from her mouth to her feet and everything in between. All of her. But I was getting ahead of myself because first, I had to fix up my major fuck up and keep her safe.

Still my mind wandered to all the times I’d jerked off in our bathroom as a teenager, knowing she was next door, maybe able to hear me, wishing she would and come in to help me. She’d probably throw up all over me, though. Which poured cold water on my thoughts. “What if she doesn’t want us?”

“Not possible. I’ve seen how she watches us. Look at her, she’s up there with a wet pussy, thinking about banging all of us probably,” Derek replied and my eyes went back to the stage.

“You think so?” Cam asked, leaning forward gingerly, hiding what I knew we were all trying to hide, just how aroused he was.

“I know so. That girl will be at this table as soon as her set is done,” Derek growled, looking at Val on the stage.

I didn’t need any convincing. I’d watched her since she’d first developed breasts and learned that they caught men’s attention. She’d tried it on me a few times, but I’d had to shut that shit down. She was twenty now. Perfectly legal.

I’d watched her, but I had never touched her, not like that, not on purpose. Not like I wanted to. She’d gotten drunk at her eighteenth birthday party, the first time her dad let her drink at home, and she’d made a pass at me. I doubted she remembered it. She didn’t act like she did, but I’d had such a hard time forgetting the way her plump breasts pressed into me, the way her lips sought out mine and found them, that I still couldn’t forget it. I’d almost given in, I’d put my hands on her hips to pull her up so she could wrap those lithe thighs around me, but I’d pushed her away instead, sanity somehow winning out over mad lust for a girl that could get me killed.

Pushing her away, rejecting her had been one good thing I’d done. I’d made mistake after mistake since that night, but the one thing I’d managed to get right was letting her go. She’d just smiled drunkenly and wobbled away, to sit with her dad, having one more beer before she passed out. I’d disappeared before her dad could make me carry her to her bed. That would have ended with me making a huge mistake, one I would never have been able to fix.

“I wonder,” Cam said, leaning back a little, drawing my attention.

“Wonder what?” I prodded, wanting to know what was on his mind. If it took my mind off what might happen, could happen, that was a good thing. Surely Derek wasn’t serious? Even if it did make sense, I doubted Val would go for it.

“She used to squirm like a mother fucker in my class. I had her in my class right after her lunch and I always assumed she needed the bathroom, but now, looking at her, seeing the way she moves, I wonder if that’s what it really was or not.”

His words made me look back at her, although, to be fair, I didn’t take much prompting to look at Val. “She’s so fucking hot.”

“She is. And if you want to keep her safe, we have to convince her this is the way to do it,” Derek said, and I turned back to him. “You sure you don’t want to fill me in on this threat a little more, baby boy?”

I winced when he used the nickname, he used to call me when I was a kid and looked up to him. I still looked up to him, but I wasn’t a little kid anymore. Even if I did prove that wrong by fucking up as much as possible.

“I’m sure.” I looked down at my hands, in my lap, hiding the erection I could barely hide with both hands.

“I’m going to let you keep hiding whatever it is you’re hiding, for now. But if you know who this threat is, you need to tell me sooner or later, so we can deal with it properly once and for all. I’ll let you have your way for now.” He nodded in time with the song Val had chosen and looked away from me, back at the girl it seemed we’d all nurtured a secret desire for.

I wasn’t surprised. Val was more than beautiful, she shone with a light I couldn’t explain. Quiet, humble, she was always willing to help if I asked her to, and she worked hard. She supported herself, didn’t depend on a man, and was very open about how independent she was.

Her mother died when Val was two, leaving her with just her dad until he met my mom many years later. My mom was independent too, a woman left on her own when my dad refused to have anything to do with me. She’d learned a lot from both women, I guess, and that made her not want to depend on anyone, even her own dad.

I swallowed hard, my fingers tapping to the time of the song. I needed to tell Derek the truth, but he’d have my balls for playing poker with a rival club member. It wasn’t my fault the guy demanded Val as payment, but it was my fault for playing with the guy in the first place.

I should have turned the guy down when I walked into the underground casino and saw him at my usual table. I should have just walked away, but the bastard had goaded me until I sat down. He’d continued to goad me, and I should have left before I lost as much as I had. When he’d offered to let me bet something besides money on the last hand, a hand I’d felt confident in because it was a straight flush, I’d taken him up eagerly. How was I to know that he had a royal flush, the only hand that could beat me?

“Fuck,” I mumbled, shaking my head at the memory. That’s why I was sitting here now, watching my stepsister on the stage, thinking about that night she’d kissed me up against the side of my car. She’d had on short shorts and a bikini top, so there was little between us, besides my t-shirt and shorts.

I’d been as hard then as I am now, ready to fuck her right there against my car door. She’d made this sound in the back of her throat, something between a moan and a sigh, that nearly made me nut in my shorts right then, but I’d controlled myself. Her tongue had swiped over my lips, as her hands reached into my shorts, eager to get her hands on my dick. I’d nearly let her, I’d nearly picked her up, but her finger brushed against me, and I’d suddenly realized what we were doing.

Luckily, my car was in total darkness. If her dad had seen us, he’d have shot me right there and then. There’d been no protests about she’d made a pass at me, he’d have just shot me and that would have been the end of it.

The next day, she’d been her usual smartass self, only more sneery since she had a hangover that would likely kill a mule. There’d been no repeats of the moment, no mention of it, and I’d walked away from it assuming she’d forgotten about it. That was for the best, I’d decided, even if it had proved impossible to forget that kiss or that slight touch.

There’d been no way I could ever have her. No way to ensure her dad wouldn’t kill me. Until now. Until I’d fucked up and confessed to Derek that she was in trouble. Until he’d offered a solution that would let all of us have what we’d always wanted…the one woman we shouldn’t have at all.