Chapter One
Michael
Eldest StepBrother
For six months, the widow in the black veil came for confession every Sunday at nine o’clock in the morning.
They sat in the pews rather than the sacred confession booth. More than once he’d tried to get her to go inside it for their sessions, but she claimed claustrophobia kept her from being able to concentrate. Unwilling to allow his parishioner to suffer in any regard, he accommodated. Each confession made him regret that choice, however.
She came to sit in the same pew she’d adopted for the previous months, the black lace shielding everything of the woman underneath. He hadn’t been able to discern anything of her beyond dark hair as he assumed blonde or anything light would be visible through the lace pattern.
She wore long sleeves and stockings beneath her skirts or dresses, appearing every bit the conservative widow one might see in old movies or extremely devout communities. He’d only ever seen her hands bare, her slender fingers, manicured nails and the silver wedding ring with a circle-cut emerald. He often found himself staring at it to distract himself from her confessions.
Anxiety in his throat, Michael took his seat beside Mrs. Cooper. He knew what awaited him and had to remind himself of his vows.
The pew creaked under his weight, settling only when he had.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Cooper,” he said, hoping to remove his worry. “How can I help you today?”
“I’ve come to confess, Father.”
Her voice tickled the back of his neck, soft and sweet. He took a deep breath and tried to push it down.
“As you wish,” he muttered.
The words about to leave her mouth had a very specific effect and he hated it, hated himself for it. He was a priest. He wasn’t supposed to react—
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.”
Delight rippled across his skin, down his spine, along his limbs and to his dick, which twitched in anticipation.
The Widow Cooper had very specific confessions, which encouraged his reaction.
“It’s been one week since my last confession,” she said, continuing regardless of his internal hell.
The Lord sent her to test me. That’s all, he thought to himself.
“And what do you have to confess?”
“I’ve had more impure thoughts, Father.”
He swallowed hard, rolling his head to the side to try and alleviate it. Regardless of how many times he’d told her she doesn’t have to go into details, to “cleanse her soul of the sin” she insisted. He knew what was about to be said and wished that, if anything, other congregants would appear to save him.
“Tell me, my child.”
His stomach sank.
“I was at the gym, Father,” she said, keeping her focus forward, her lace-covered profile to him. “And another regular was working out near me. We’re on polite terms since we seem to workout at similar times.”
“Mm-hmm.” He prepared himself for what he knew was coming.
“He’s a very handsome man, Father. And I flirted while working out, bending over so he could see me, even asking for his help when we both knew I didn’t need it.” She shifted in her seat, wringing her hands and drawing his focus. “I let him touch me, run his hands down my sides, across my back, even down my legs when he pretended to help me with my form.” Her voice became wispy and he struggled to keep his thoughts straight. “Father, I so badly wanted him to take me right there in the middle of the gym, to tear my clothes and bend me over the equipment. I didn’t care that people would clearly see us. My only concern was being satisfied.” She clenched her thighs, gripping her skirt tight. “I wanted to feel his body against mine, hear his huffs and grunts in my ear.”
He bit down hard, blood firing through his body and finding focus in his dick. He did everything he could to keep it hidden, but each heartbeat caused it to twitch and harden to an unimaginable degree.
“I had to leave as quickly as possible when I realized what was happening,” she continued. “So, I showered and left, but he met me in the parking lot.” She began to rock suggestively in her seat and he tried not to notice, but she turned on him, grasping his thigh. He grunted. “Father, I gave into my desires. I know I’m only twenty-four and it’s natural to feel this way, but I shouldn’t have let him take me in the parking lot.”
His throat was tight, his body rigid. He shouldn’t ask, but couldn’t stop himself. The deviant in him needed to hear the words.
“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice gruff.
She tensed her fingers, nails biting into his thigh. Through the ringing in his ears, he heard her trembling breaths.
“I let him bend me over the hood of my car and fuck me, Father,” she said, her tone having dipped, taking on a much more seductive cadence. “It… it was ten o’clock in the morning and people were walking through the parking lot only a few yards away, but I let him fuck me so hard and so deep, and I loved it, Father.” She began to caress his thigh, hand trailing around the slope and to the inner portion. His dick twitched, but he’d fortunately dressed it to the other side, otherwise she would have touched it with how high up his leg her hand was. “I loved every second of it.” Her hand slowly climbed, but he’d locked into place, unable to move. “I never came that hard with my late husband. That makes me wicked, doesn’t it, Father?” Her hand continued to climb until she grasped his erection. Michael sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. “Am I sinful, Father?” she whispered.
When she squeezed, Michael found the ability to move, launching himself to his feet. He dashed from the room without a care to her speaking from behind. The tension, the desire, was built too high and he couldn’t control himself. He had to be removed from the widow or he would’ve let her do terrible things to him.
Reaching his office, he didn’t know if he’d closed his door behind him before nearly collapsing onto his desk. One hand was planted firmly on the surface, the other working on his trousers. As quickly as he could, he pulled out his dick and began to frantically stroke.
She’s an evil woman, he thought. So damn evil, yet his mind filled with images she’d described, of her bent over the hood of her car while she was violently fucked by a muscular man for all to see.
His head feel back, guttural groans escaping him as he continued to jerk, filled with shame and need.
But as he was struggling to remedy the tension Widow Cooper always brought to the surface, damp heat engulfed the head of his dick. Startled, he fell back, eyes flying open to see Mrs. Cooper on her knees in front of him, her veil falling back into place.
“Y-y-you can’t be, what are you…” Words fell short as he tried to cover himself. “You shouldn’t be back here, Mrs. Cooper!”
She rose to her feet and approached him. As before, Michael was frozen. He hadn’t been touched by a woman in ten years, not since he took his oath and officially became a priest. He’d been a man-whore in his youth, fucking every woman and a few men he could, but he’d changed since then and that coupled with his faith left him paralyzed with uncertainty.
“Let me repent, Father,” she said softly. She wrapped her hand around his dick, sending another bite of pleasure down his spine. “Let me get on my knees and beg forgiveness.”
He opened his mouth to speak, to remind her of how improper the situation was, but he couldn’t. In the briefest of hesitation, she dropped to her knees once more, lifted her veil just enough and took his dick into her mouth.
“Oh, God,” he whimpered, the words quivering as she took him deep, not stopping until her nose brushed his pelvis. It was an impressive feat. Michael wasn’t small, both thick and long enough most of his previous partners struggled, but Mrs. Cooper took it all as if she was hungry for it.
His eyes rolled back, head falling as he let the sensation take over. Her tongue fluttered along his shaft, her damp heat cradling him and the power of her suction as she withdrew was enough to rend his soul from his body.
“Oh, my Lord,” he said with a chesty moan. The anxiety was fleeing with each passing second, leaving behind the desire he daily tried to ignore.
She suckled the tip when she reached it, twirling her talented tongue around his head in the process. Michael shivered, clutching the back of her lace-covered head for balance.
“Do you want to fuck my mouth, Father?” she asked, still delicately stroking.
“Yes.” He didn’t bother forming a lie. His true self was in the process of emerging.
She ran her tongue up the length of his shaft. “Then fuck it. Or fuck me.”
For one reason or another, being given the permission and as lost in his own lust as he’d become, Michael couldn’t stop himself.
As if watching from outside his body, he lifted Mrs. Cooper to her feet, spun her, bent her over his desk and hiked her skirt. He’d been desperate to stop himself at first, but the moment he saw her bare ass in the light, how she wore garters to keep her stocking up and no panties, he was lost.
Without bothering to test her own excitement, Michael thrust deep, not stopping until he couldn’t rightfully go any farther. If he’d thought the tight heat of her mouth was impressive, it was nothing compared to her cunt.
Michael trembled, knees wavering to the point they nearly gave out. He clung to her soft hips, her moan echoing in his ear.
“Don’t stop, Michael,” she whimpered, shaking her hips in the process. “Fuck me.”
He bit down, clenching his teeth hard and did as she begged.
Widening his stance, Michael proceeded to drive into her so hard, the desk she leaned against shifted. Each thrust filled the office with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and her moans. They fed him, waking the beast within.
Without warning, he pulled out, spun her around and put her on the desk. He jerked her thighs open, barely caught sight of her glistening pussy before he shoved back into it. Mrs. Cooper threw her head back in a satisfied moan while he drove into her, watching his cock pound her tight heat.
“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, clutching the edge of his desk with one hand and his cassock with the other. “Harder, Father. I need your cock.”
Her words fueled and enraged him. How dare she make him break his oath? How dare she beg for him like this?
Michael reached forward, yanking the top of her dress down and exposing her breasts. She didn’t fight, letting him do whatever he chose.
Her perfect tits bounced in time with his thrusts, her moans still echoing in his ear. Just as frustrated, he yanked her veil off. He hardly registered the beautiful woman underneath, catching a glimpse of her full lips, green eyes and dark hair before pulling her into a passionate kiss. She reciprocated in kind, rocking her hips against his.
“You like this cock?” he asked with a guttural growl.
“I love it.” She kissed him again, tongue desperate and wanting. “More. Give me more.”
He shoved her down so she laid across his desk, the cup of pencils jostling with each thrust. She gripped the edge to steady herself and give him a harder anchor.
“Fucking whore,” he said with a huff. “Tempting me, teasing me.”
She giggled, an innocent, wicked sound that enraged and further enticed him. His gaze fell to her breasts bouncing in time, her cunt squeezing his cock. All of it was too much, too delicious.
“I’m going to come,” he muttered.
Her smile widened, something evil flickering in her emerald eyes. “Do it,” she said, beckoning. “Come inside me, Father.”
He couldn’t contain himself, burying deep and letting go of years of restraint, years of denial and need. Michael groaned as his body shook, the purest pleasure curling his toes.
As he sank into the feeling of euphoria, arms encircled his body and a mouth descended on his. He kissed her sweetly, almost lovingly, until realization struck.
Michael shot back, horrified at what he’d done.
Without speaking a word, he left his office, shoving his dick back into his trousers. He’d not only betrayed his oath, but opened a door to the past he’d done so much to lock away. Already he could feel the hooks of that life sinking into his skin, beginning their gentle pull back to their loving arms.
It frightened him to some degree. Back then, he’d lusted after people he never should have, conjured sexual thoughts and fantasies that were too horrible to utter. After all, how could one tell another that they desired fucking their own siblings?
He shuttered and entered the church proper, determined to wipe away his sins.
Chapter Two
Alex
Middle StepBrother
Alex had four lessons left with Sarah, and he wanted to make them count.
About six months prior, she’d shown up for flying lessons, a sexy little thing with long dark hair, full pink lips, bright green eyes and a body he wanted to fuck ten ways to Sunday. A ripple of delight tickled the back of his neck.
They’d flirt for the hours they were inside his little single-prop Cessna. Innuendo ran rampant and more than once he swore she wore something specifically for him.
He was inside the Cessna making last minute checks when movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. It was his buddy Mark and Mark’s girlfriend.
“Hey man,” Alex said, eying the pair. “What’s up?”
“I need to borrow your plane.”
His eyes shot wide. “The fuck?”
It wasn’t a question, just a simple declaration.
“C’mon, man,” his buddy darted toward him. “I need this. I’ve got this sexy time all planned out on that island. Y’know the one.”
And he did. It was a little spit of land where the pilots would go to have massive parties or fuck their clients. It was an odd shape and perfect for landing or taking off with the small planes like his. Hell, he’d planned to take Sarah there.
“I have a client,” he said. “She’ll be here any minute.”
“Dude, come on. You owe me.”
He didn’t.
“Look, I’m not—“ Alex’s words died when he spotted a confused Sarah approach. “Mrs. Cooper, hi.”
“Hi,” she said, looking over the scene and clearly understanding something was wrong. “Um, am I interrupting?”
“No, no,” Alex jumped down from inside the plane. “It’s nothing.”
He looked over her dress. It was nothing he’d seen her wear before, very nice and very flattering, a black number that conjured images of a widow, but she was too young for that.
“Sorry about this,” she said with a nervous smile. “I had an appointment that ran a little late. I didn’t have time to change.”
“No worries,” Alex said with a smile. “Um, but as I was saying to my buddy here, we have a lesson scheduled, so he won’t be able to go to the island.”
“Island?”
Mark noted her interest and pounced.
“It’s a really great little spot not too far north from here. We can all go check it out.”
Alex ground his teeth, ready to lash out at his friend for fucking him over when, to his surprise, Mrs. Cooper agreed. There was no arguing after that. Once Mark got the go-ahead, he took it. Alex barely had a chance to speak.
Mark and his fiancée took the front as Mark apparently intended to show off his flying skills. It would’ve made Alex more nervous if he didn’t already know the man was talented.
Next Sarah entered. He wanted to apologize to her, to say a thousand things when the wind whipped by and caught her dress. It threw the fabric into the air and showed that she wasn’t wearing panties. There was nothing but bare ass and the hint of pussy lips right in his face as she climbed into the plane.
Alex’s dick instantly sprang to life, but he beat it down and got in, slamming the door shut behind him.
The usual checklist went along quickly, everyone putting on their headphones so they could hear one another speak over the rushing air, Mark clicking buttons and doing checks of his own, all the while Alex couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d just seen.
They began to coast toward the runway, Mark blathering on about how awesome he was to his girlfriend. Alex rolled his eyes at the stupidity of it all. But it wasn’t the first time. He was more annoyed by the fact that Mark was using him to get laid while cock-blocking him at the same time. Mark owed him and would if this side-track derailed his plans.
Roughly a half an hour later, the plane glided along the wet sand, compact enough to support the weight. It was their makeshift runway on the island.
Mark brought the plane around, his current girlfriend excited for whatever he said would happen.
When they finally stopped, the engine still going, Mark said they had an hour to be back. Despite how annoyed he was, Alex wasn’t going to abandon him.
“Go ahead and take your seat,” he said once the pair left.
Sarah nodded and placed the headphones she’d worn in the backseat on their hook, proceeding to the front seats a second later.
The wind that whooshed into the cabin before he had the chance to close the door sent her dress wafting and flashing that nice ass of hers again. His pulse quickened, her pussy lips glistening and wanting. It took all of his control not to shove either his hand or his face between her legs.
With the door secured, he got into his seat, they both put on their headphones and he spoke.
“Okay, Mrs. Cooper, let’s get this thing into the air.”
“Gladly, Captain.”
He loved it when she called him captain. Something about it tickled the hairs on the back of his neck.
As she had hundreds of times before, Sarah got them into the air.
Once they leveled back out, Alex decided they would circle the island or at least stick close to make it easier to grab Mark when they were done.
“Sorry about the sidetrack,” he said as they glided through the clouds. “I can’t believe that prick used that as the moment to take her to that island.”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said with a giggle, her voice altered through the speaker system. “What’s the deal with it, anyway? It didn’t look like there were walking paths or hiking trails or anything. Is it bird watching?” she giggled.
“I mean, how blunt do you want me to be with it?”
She rolled her head toward him and stared back sarcastically, a look he’d seen a hundred times before when he said something stupid.
“Fair enough,” he chuckled. “We fuck there.”
“Oh, yeah?” She continued to laugh.
“Yup. Whether we’re taking people out for a charter or giving lessons, we’ll take them there and fuck.”
“Dirty, dirty sinner,” she said with a seductive purr.
“Oh, God, don’t say that.” He grimaced, but chuckled.
“What’s wrong?”
“My brother’s a priest.”
“No kidding?”
“Collar and everything.”
“Hmm,” she smiled. “But, anyway, that’s what you guys do?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And that’s what he’s doing with the lady friend?”
“Probably.”
“Okay, okay,” she nodded, casually checking the gauges. “And… were you planning on taking me there?”
He paused, a spark of fear flashing in his chest. He was at a crossroads, either offer the truth or lie his ass off. Or, secret third option, he could simply play it off and be the charming rake that landed him plenty of women in the past.
“You offering, Mrs. Cooper?” he asked with a cheeky tone.
The corner of her mouth curled into a smirk, her gaze forward.
“I’m the one asking, Captain. Did you plan to take me there and fuck me?”
He didn’t bother hiding the slight growl that escaped, fueled by the delightful thought.
“That a yes?” she asked leadingly.
“Well, shit, Sarah. You’re the one who didn’t wear any panties today.”
“How would you know that?”
He shifted in his seat. “How honest do you want me to be?”
She took a second to think before responding. “Brutally.”
Fuck, I love this woman. He hadn’t spoken to her once outside of their lessons, but that didn’t stop him from craving her in every way possible.
“You sure?”
She scoffed. “I’m a big girl, Captain. You’re not going to offend me, no matter what you think.”
He looked her over. She didn’t appear to be the person she claimed to be, but he’d seen plenty of instances where perhaps she was. The angelic appearance meant nothing in the grand scheme of things.
“Okay. Because twice now the wind’s blown your dress up and I’ve gotten a first class look at your ass and pussy.”
A moment passed of absolute silence, of nothingness that forced him to reconsider what he’d said. Surely he’d upset her this time. He was too honest, too brutal.
He should’ve known better.
“And you didn’t do anything about it?” she asked with a shake of the head. “Guess the island was never an option, then.”
The relief was immense and fueled his need to be sarcastic in response. It was his go-to, his way of being.
“Better knock that shit off.”
“Or what? You’re clearly not going to do anything about it.”
“I’ll fuck you right here and now,” he said defensively.
She scoffed again and sarcastically replied, “Okay.”
That was it, the match that lit the keg, the iota of permission he needed to fulfill all of the deviant thoughts he’d harbored for the young woman since she began taking lessons months prior.
Taking the controls, he quickly set the auto-pilot.
“The fuck?” she asked, holding her hands out, not touching a single thing.
Rather than speak or acknowledge the horrible idea running through his head, Alex leaned back, unzipped his shorts and pulled his dick out. Despite the roaring engine and the wind rushing by, despite the tremendous amount of noise surrounding them, he could feel the silence.
She looked at his half-hard dick, then him, then back. Anxiety swelled in his throat. While he wasn’t a horse, Alex knew he had a good amount to work with, more than thick and long enough to make a woman shake, but the longer she went without speaking, the more he could’ve sworn he was rocking a tic-tac.
“Say it,” she said, meeting his gaze again.
“What?” he asked, confused for a second.
“Tell me what you’re thinking because I’m not going to jump to any conclusions and then you tell me I took advantage of you later.”
He scoffed, unsure of what to think about the weird comment. If anyone could claim they were taken advantage of, it wasn’t him. Hell, he’d lost count of how many times he jerked off thinking about her.
“I want you to ride my dick.”
A wicked smile crossed her lips, turning her a seductive kind of sinister.
“As you wish, Captain.”
His dick instantly sprang to life with the prospect, but he gave it a few jerks regardless, making sure it was as hard as possible while she made her way to him, throwing her leg over his lap. Almost immediately, she took hold of his dick and sank onto it.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he said with a groan, sinking inch by inch into her tight pussy.
“Fuck, you’re thick,” she moaned.
“I know, baby. But you’re taking every fucking bit.”
Grabbing her hips, he slammed her down, ears filling with her whimpering cry. Every inch of her trembled around him and honestly, he was probably shaking, too. Something about her pussy felt different, better. It made him hungry and he needed even more.
“Don’t stop,” she said, frantically untying her wrap dress, rocking her hips at the same time. In seconds, she had it open revealing her sexy, naked body underneath. “Don’t stop, Alex.”
“Goddamn,” he mumbled, grasping her tits hard. His fingers sank into their soft shape, the weight of them making his mouth water. They were perfect.
He sucked her nipples, biting her breasts while she threw her hips into him, driving his dick nice and deep, the gasping moans she let out filling his ears through the headphones, amplifying the sound.
“Your cock feels so fucking good,” she said with a moan that made his balls tighten.
With a groan, he pulled her into a fierce kiss, pushing his hips up to meet her in stride.
“Why’d you wait so long?” she asked, huffing as she rode him.
“Fuck, baby,” he bit down on his moans, struggling not to blow his load so fast. “It’s been Hell.” He gripped her ass cheeks, holding firm and helping throw her down. “Been thinking about it for months.”
She took his chin, staring deep into his eyes. “I would’ve fucked you day one.”
Sighing in delight, he kissed her again. She was fucking perfect, a woman plucked right out of his fantasies, sexy, funny and horny.
No more talking passed between them, just the lustful moans and whimpers of people determined to come. Her tits bounced in his face, her cunt squeezing tight.
“I’m gonna come,” he said through huffing breaths, angry he hadn’t lasted five minutes.
She immediately went for her clit, stroking it vigorously and teasing his lips.
“Come inside me, Captain.”
The thought sent a wave of pleasure down his spine, but he was smart enough to be a little worried.
“You sure?”
She nodded frantically, rubbing her clit even faster, pussy threatening to squeeze his dick off.
“If you want my pussy, make it yours.”
He groaned, “You’re so fucking perfect.”
With the end so close, Alex took over, grasping her ass hard and slamming her down on his dick, all the while Sarah cried out begging for more.
Two, three, four thrusts was all it took for him to empty his load inside her. A second later, she clamped down around him, the sounds of her orgasm right in his ear. The way her pussy clenched milked him dry.
Trembling, they came back to the world together. Alex pulled her into another kiss, groping her still-naked chest.
“So,” she said, staring at him with the post-sex haze in her eyes making her all the sexier. “How did I do today, Captain?”
He massaged her ass, rocking her hips against him, glad to still be inside her.
“Passed with flying colors.”
Giggling, she kissed him again and even though he didn’t want her to, climbed out of his lap.
They redressed and he eventually disengaged the autopilot, taking them back toward the island.
Alex couldn’t help praying this would be the norm for her lessons, a good dicking then some fly time.
As he guided the airplane, his phone buzzed with a message from his mom reminding him about family dinner that night. He rolled his eyes, but made a mental note to confirm when he landed. It was the first time he’d see his brothers in months and his sister in years.
Chapter Three
Ryder
Youngest StepBrother
The sun beat down on the side of the black patrol car, making sure they were blinding drivers at a distance. It wasn’t as though they’d parked anywhere hidden, the glistening body of the SUV with the sheriff’s department name emblazoned on the side.
Officer Chris Reese, Ryder’s partner, was the one paying attention to the radar gun, the one paying slight attention to whether or not drivers were speeding at a stupid rate, while Ryder busied himself watching videos on his phone.
The chick was riding the guy in reverse cowgirl, tits bouncing, dick sliding in and out right there for the camera to see, while she jerked off two other guys. It was hot, he had to admit, but maybe he’d finally hit a lull.
Always one with a tremendous sex drive, it wasn’t uncommon for him to fuck multiple times a day. Hell, he’d already jerked off that morning and was in the process of stroking through his trousers in the patrol car, but the video just wasn’t doing it for him and he didn’t know why.
With a sigh, he locked the screen and tossed it up onto the dash.
“No good?” Chris asked, keeping his gaze on the radar gun.
“Same old shit,” he replied with a grumble. “I need something with a little risk or some shit.”
“Like that call yesterday?”
Ryder thought back to the call they got, a DV, domestic violence, call where the wife had punched the shit out of the husband.
When they got there, Chris took the husband and Ryder, as the bigger of the two at six-foot-fix, three hundred pounds of muscle, took the wife who’d launched herself at the husband in a rage. He hooked her around the midsection, flailing like a rabid cat as he took her to the kitchen just around the corner from the living room where Chris interviewed the husband.
She paced like a wild animal ready attack, shouting that her husband was a limp-dick asshole who had the audacity to cheat when he was the one who couldn’t fuck worth a shit, sure to yell that bit so he could hear. She looked Ryder over, still huffing and crazed, and said she bet he knew how to use his dick.
Being so pointedly addressed did stir things. He tried to calm her down, but apparently offended, she flashed him, lifting her shirt and showing him an admittedly nice pair of boobs. They were average, really, but he did love tits.
It was too blatant, too exciting, so with a glance back at the living room to make sure the husband was occupied, Ryder put his pen and notepad in his pockets, undid his slacks, pulled his dick out and told her to get on her knees. With a glimmer of crazy in her eyes, she did, instantly sucking his cock.
He was on duty, her husband and his partner not ten feet away, and he was getting his dick sucked by a psycho, but shit, she was good.
Ryder barely registered Chris leading the husband out, telling him something along the lines of “head to a friend’s place to cool down” before he joined them in the kitchen. He looked at her, at Ryder, then back at her.
“Okay,” he said before whipping his dick out, too. The wife didn’t even hesitate, instantly latching onto him while stroking Ryder.
The call ended with them going full Eiffel Tower, him in her mouth, Chris fucking her. After it was all said and done and they arrested her because the husband wanted to press charges.
She was pissed and said she would file charges, but they both wore condoms and there was no proof. The precinct didn’t have cash to fix the body cams that’d been busted for a month.
“I get it,” Chris sound, well aware that the reason they clicked was their overactive sex drives.
Without warning, a black Honda sped by sending the radar squawking. With a sigh, they got to work, pulling out and chasing after the vehicle for a couple of hundred yards before it pulled over.
“I got it,” Ryder said, needing to move after hours of sitting.
He got out and trudged toward the driver’s seat, an intimidating figure wearing his full get-up of a bulletproof vest making his chest look thicker, and the tactical belt filled with everything he needed, including his sidearm.
When he reached the window, he knocked, glancing back at on-coming traffic as it rolled down.
“License and proof of insurance, pl—“ His words died when he glanced down into the car.
His gaze first landed to the pale blue, open shirt of the woman behind the wheel. The stiff fabric had shifted allowing him to look straight down at her right breast. The pale pink nipple barely scraped the shirt, there for him to ogle.
“Sorry, Officer,” she said, pulling his gaze. A beautiful young woman smiled up at him, bright green eyes shining over the rim of her sunglasses. “I just wasn’t paying attention.”
His dick instantly stirred. She was gorgeous and tickled something in the back of his mind he couldn’t quite grasp.
Without a word, he accepted her offered information and looked at her license photo.
“Miss Cooper,” he said. “Do you know why I pulled you over?”
“Speeding,” she said with a nervous laugh. “Like I said, I wasn’t paying attention.”
Cars continue to zoom by and while he knew it wasn’t protocol, he didn’t care.
“Go ahead and step out. We can go over here to the other side of the car,” he said, opening her door. “Get away from traffic.”
“Sure.”
She quickly undid her seatbelt and climbed out of the car revealing the sexiest outfit he’d ever seen.
His dad used to love watching old TV shows when he was a kid and one of them was Gilligan’s Island. Like any normal boy, Ryder had a crush on Mary Ann with her dark hair, country-girl attitude and overall subdued sexiness. She was his major fantasy as a teen and Miss Cooper was giving heavy Mary Ann vibes.
She emerged from the car wearing a tiny pair of white shorts that looked painted on and a pale-blue men’s shirt that was unbuttoned, but tied just below her chest. The stiff fabric didn’t lay flat against her skin which let him catch glimpses of her tits every time the wind blew.
She darted to the other side of the car giving him a chance to glance back at Chris, who’d remained in the car. He motioned for the man to stay there, a silent indication that he didn’t want to share. Chris nodded and got comfortable to watch whatever happened at a distance.
Ryder turned his attention back to the young woman looking up at him, full lips parted as she breathed softly, his mind instantly filling with thoughts of fucking them. His dick twitch, but he ignored it for the moment.
“Don’t you usually pull people out of the car when you have to search them or something?” she asked with a laugh.
A gust of wind caught her shirt again, pulling it open to reveal her naked breast again.
She must have felt it, he thought. She must know it’s happening and she’s teasing me.
“Why? Do you have something on you, Miss Cooper?” he asked, clipping her information to his breast pocket.
Her smile was decidedly teasing.
“Maybe.”
His dick grew a little harder, but he kept his tone stern.
“It’s nothing to joke about,” he said. “If I suspect there’s something on your person, I’m going to have to pat you down.”
“Feel free.”
Oh, fuck yeah, he thought.
“Turn around and put your hands on the roof of the car, please.”
She did as she was told and at first, he kept it brisk like he was supposed to, but anyone looking would know there wasn’t shit to search. She was wearing so little.
He climbed to the knot of her shirt and untied it, allowing the wrinkled fabric to fall away and her shirt to open. Without reservation, he grasped her tits and squeezed tight. She outright moaned, arching her back and pushing her peach-shaped ass right into his dick.
“Gotta be sure,” she said with a sultry tone. “Don’t miss anything.”
He stepped forward just enough to make sure every inch of her touched him as he pinched her nipples and massaged her breasts. They were nice, the perfect size, the perfect shape for his massive hands.
After a moment, he continued down her stomach, caressing and touching everything, before unbuttoning her shorts. His hand was in them a second later, immediately cupping her pussy. She wasn’t wearing panties.
Her moans became more pronounced as he rubbed her clit, her hips swaying and grinding her ass into his hardening dick.
“There anything in here?” he asked, whispering in her ears.
“Check.”
Leaning down far enough he could, Ryder slipped two fingers into her tight, wet pussy.
“Oh, fuck, your fingers are thick,” she moaned, curling against him.
His free hand grabbed her tit, squeezing tight.
“You should feel my cock.”
“Yes, please.”
He stepped back, dragging his hand across her clit before pulling it out of her shorts. She turned to face him, shirt wafting in the breeze, breasts just as perfect as he imagined.
All the while, cars continued to speed by. They weren’t in a dark alley. They weren’t hidden behind a building or something solid. They were on the side of a busy road during rush hour traffic. People weren’t even speeding by at seventy miles an hour anymore, instead barely coasting at maybe thirty. They could see if they wanted to, and most probably did look. Traffic stops tended to draw eyes.
The thought of them watching, of Chris watching, made it all the hotter to Ryder.
“Take your shorts off.”
She complied, pushing them down and revealing a tight little body to go with everything else he’d seen.
Ryder unzipped his slacks and pulled his dick out. He closed the distance between them, hoisted her leg up to his waist and pushed into her pussy, immediately fucking her hard.
She let out a cry of pleasure, head falling back against the roof of the car, squeezing her tit with her left hand. It was then he noticed a silver wedding ring, but rather than offend, it enticed.
“Your husband know you fuck cops?” he asked, huffing as he thrust.
She lifted her head to look at him, sex thick in her expression. “He doesn’t fuck me anymore.”
He groaned, driving deep. “This tight little pussy too much for him?”
“Who cares,” she moaned. “This little pussy is yours now.”
With a growl, he hoisted her into the air, hooking his elbows under her knees and proceeded to drop her down on his dick hard. The new angle, one not a lot of men could manage, meant she was fully at his mercy, having no choice but to take every inch.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” she cried out as he drove to the hilt, bouncing her on him.
“This cunt is all mine,” he said through gritted teeth.
She nodded, brow furrowed, bottom lip clamped between her teeth.
“Say it,” he growled.
“My cunt is all yours,” she said without hesitation.
“You like this cock?”
She nodded again. “I need it,” a mewling tone filled her voice that made the hair on the back of his neck rise. He liked it. “I need this fat cock.”
Everything she did, everything she said, made him want to come. He wanted to let go and fill her up, make her officially his.
“F-fuck,” she moaned. “I’m gonna come.”
Gripping her ass tight, he fucked her even harder making her cry out yet again.
“Fuck, Ryder, fuck!” She dug her fingernails into his shoulders. “Make me come for you, baby.”
He was more than happy, not stopping until she exploded against him, a quivering mess that he continued to fuck as hard as possible. She went limp, dazed from her orgasm, but he didn’t stop. He was fueled by the knowledge that his partner was jerking off watching him and that he’d made eye contact with probably a dozen people who’d driven by. They had to know he was using her like a fuck toy, his perfect fuck toy.
“I’m gonna come,” he said through huffing breath.
She met his gaze and plainly said, “Inside me.”
It was all he needed. With a roar, burying his cock deep, Ryder came inside Miss Cooper, filling her tight cunt with everything he had to give.
The guy always wore condoms when he fucked someone at work, unwilling to catch something, but the second he saw her, he knew he had to feel her insides without a slip of latex. He needed to shoot his load into her and couldn’t express how good it felt to do so.
His knees wavered forcing him to lean against the car, bracing her between him and it. She touched his face, pulling his mouth to hers. He kissed her deeply, dick still twitching inside her and wanting more.
When they parted, he shoved it back into his slacks while she dressed, too.
“Am I still getting a ticket?” she asked, pulling him back to her.
Ryder had been breathing heavy, panting after the fuck when she spoke. Usually, he would’ve still followed through with his job whether he’d hooked up with the person or not, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it this time. That fuck was the perfect remedy for how he’d felt.
“No, ma’am,” he said, unclipping her info and handing it back.
She smiled at him, sliding all of it into her pockets.
“Very kind, officer.”
Without another word, she walked around her car, got in and drove off.
Taking in a deep breath, Ryder let it out slowly before returning to the patrol car.
“Shit, man, you look exhausted,” Chris said with a chuckle.
Ryder let out a scoff and a weak smile. “I haven’t come that hard in a while. Fuck.”
He slumped against the seat, eyes closed while his heart continued to slow.
“You get her number?”
He shook his head. He hadn’t even bothered to look at her address, just her name.
“How long ago did you come watching?” he asked with a teasing laugh.
“Oh, a while ago,” Chris chuckled. “She’s got nice tits.”
They shared a laugh and soon pulled out into traffic to get back to their “hideout”.
On the way, Ryder’s phone pinged. It was a message from his mom reminding him of the family dinner at six o’clock. It was five fifteen.
“Let’s head back,” he said, tucking the phone away. “Shit’s almost over, anyway.”
“You got it.”
Chris headed off to the station while Ryder thought about the dinner. It was needed, but he didn’t much care either way, his mind immediately wishing he’d remembered to get Mary Ann’s information so they could hook up again later.
Chapter Four
The three brothers met on the porch at six PM sharp. They knew better than to keep their mother waiting.
Ryder and Alex teased Michael for showing up in his priest garb, the man always wearing crisp black clothes and his white collar. Michael rolled his eyes and ignored them, still reeling from his appointment with the Widow that morning.
Alex knocked before they entered and as expected, they were descended upon by their excite mother. She hugged her boys who all dwarfed her, smiles all around fueled by the warm moment.
“Smells good,” Alex said, taking off his coat to hang on the hook by the door.
“Good.” She continued to beam.
“So, where’s Sarah?” Michael asked causing the other brothers to flinch. He had no way of knowing why, knowing that that very day they’d fucked a stranger with the same name as their baby sister. But Sarah was a common enough name to begin with.
“Oh, upstairs.” Their mother approached the railing leading up. “Sarah, hun! The boys are here!”
“Kay!”
Still smiling, their mother ushered them to the living room to sit and scampered off to get them something to drink.
“Dude, when was the last time all of us have been under the same roof?” Ryder asked, slumping in his seat. He couldn’t fight the lingering exhaustion that hadn’t left him since Mary Ann.
“I don’t know,” Alex replied. “Years.”
“Not since her wedding, I believe,” Michael said. “So, five years?”
“Jesus. She was a kid back then,” Ryder said, remembering the skinny little girl, the nineteen-year-old with light brown hair, braces and barely graduated high school thinking she was old enough to get married.
Right after marrying, Sarah and her husband left the country, flying back to his native England. They hadn’t seen her since. They’d spoken to her on the phone every once and a while, but with the horrible charges to international texts, weird phone numbers and her lack of social media, they’d more or less lost contact, learning about her through their mother.
The three wondered how much she’d changed, if she had kids and they were uncles. They wondered if they would still recognize her given how young she’d been when she vanished.
The sound of someone descending the stairs pulled their attention. They were glad to see their baby sister again.
Rising from their seats, the approached the arch way that led from the foyer to the living room and waited until she came into view. The moment she stood before them, smiling, green eyes shining, their collective hearts dropped.
The three of them had no way of knowing that they shared a single thought.
It’s her quickly followed by I fucked my own sister.
“Hi,” she said, still smiling brightly. “Long time no see.”
Another collective thought rang out between the brothers.
FUCK!
