He stared her down for a second longer, but he surprised Erin by turning around to walk into Jeffery's bathroom. He didn't even close the door before he began pissing. He stumbled back out to stand in front of her again.
"But hell, it makes me kinda sad my brother got to you first. I sure would love to have you squirming and pitching a fit beneath me as I popped your cherry. Maybe I can get a quick one in now." And Billy grabbed Erin and tried to swoop down and kiss her as she struggled and pushed against him. His head jerked up, and Erin could hear a female voice calling Billy's name outside the door.
"Damn, the woman calls. We'll finish this another time." He turned to leave. "And from what I hear, your little whore ass should be more than happy to get with me." He slammed the door behind him.
Erin crumpled to the bed as she replayed what had just happened in her mind. The similarities in the two brothers were closer than Erin felt comfortable with, recognizing Jeffery's approach just had more polish. She shivered as she thought about it.
Just then the door popped open and Erin groaned at another intrusion. Realizing it couldn't get any worse than Billy Daniels she looked up to see who it was.
She was wrong. It got much worse.
Brady King walked through the door and into Jeffery's room.
Erin watched as Brady halted, startled to see her. The two silently stared at each other before Erin watched his eyes harden as he looked at her.
"Sorry if I interrupted something, I was just looking for some privacy in this hell your boyfriend calls a party." Everything Jeffery had told Brady was still fresh in his mind. "Shit, I guess I interrupted you waiting on him. He's got a hell of a night on his hands from what he's told me about you two."
Erin had enough. "What do you care? I thought you and Katie Delaney were having sex in the middle of the fucking party a minute ago. Go take your frustrations out on her, whatever they are."
"That sounds like a great idea, maybe I will. And I have no frustrations, trust me. Katie's sweet pussy takes any stress out of my life. How are you about to relieve Jeffery's stress? Are you going to let him titty fuck you or are you just going to screw him in his car?"
Erin saw red as her vision blurred. She stormed past Brady, shoving him out of the way when she passed him and he tried to stop her. She ran down Jeffery's stairs without really seeing anything and could hear her best friend Ava, a late arrival with her boyfriend Donald, yelling her name.
"Erin! Hey! Sorry we're late but Donald got a little frisky and..." Ava broke off when Erin ran right past her.
"Erin? Are you okay? Where are you going?!" She shouted the last because Erin was running out the front door without even looking back or acknowledging her.
Ava turned to Donald who looked equally as bewildered. "Was she crying? Erin never cries. Maybe I should go after her."
"Nah, she'll be fine," Donald reassured her. "That girl is more resilient than anyone I know. Besides, if you try to comfort her she'll probably bite your head off. She knows you're here, she'll come back if she doesn't still want to ignore you."
"Ha ha, you jerk." But Ava sighed. "I guess you're right, she did run completely past me. But I wonder if I should still go—"
"Oh my goodness, Ava and Donald! It is so good to see you guys!" And before Ava could get out another thought, Jessica Rogers attacked the couple and began chatting along with a group of others, and Ava became tangled up into the excitement of the party.
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Erin ran through the door and into the freezing rain that had yet to stop that Saturday night. She didn't even feel the icy rain as it pounded onto her, and she continued to run down Jeffery's driveway and onto the street. She didn't have a car there, because Jeffery had insisted on picking her up, but she didn't care. There was no way she was going back into that hell house.
She numbly continued to walk down the street. Vaguely, she realized her house was probably over 5 miles away, but her step did not falter. She couldn't turn back. She couldn't face Brady again. After all the things he had said to her, she did not think she could look him in the face ever again.
The tears streaming down her face became one with the rain, and Erin blindly kept walking. Without feeling or realizing it she began to shiver, and Erin automatically crossed her arms to ward of the chill.
She remembered reading a weather report on how the temperature was supposed to get as low as 30 degrees that night, plus the 100 percent chance of freezing rain. Erin could feel and hear her body responding to the weather—the chattering of her teeth, her now incessant shivering, the numbness of her toes. But she didn't care. She would not stop walking.
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Brady silently stood inside Jeffery's room. He was startled out of his reverie when he heard giggling followed by deeper male laughter. He looked outside the open door to see a drunken Billy Daniels with an equally drunk girl. The two tumbled into the room.
"Fuck! There's someone in here every time I come in. Brady King, well what the fuck is up?" Billy shouted as he attempted to slap Brady on the back. Him and the girl were leaning against each other, and when he reached out a hand to greet Brady, they both swayed heavily to the left. Raucous laughter from the two immediately followed.
"Shit, King, you missed a hell of a show in here earlier. One I know you of all people would have appreciated. Jeffery I think would be indifferent either way, but you will get a kick out of this. That little bitch Erin Carlisle was in here all by herself when I came in here earlier to take a piss. She had looked as lost as a little kitten, but I know that's all a front.
"Jeffery told me about how she gets around, and when I tried to get me a little piece, the bitch slapped and hissed at me. But don't worry, I got her back. I told her what a little cunt she was and that you were smart as hell to hate her nowadays. Even though I should kick your ass for that little stunt you pulled on the bus in middle school, I guess I can forgive you now.
"Hell boy, my insults probably skimmed right off of her after the shit I hear that you tell her. I wish I had you with me, we would have taken that ice queen cunt down a peg or two."
Brady was frozen as he watched Billy stumble around the room. He had never been so stunned in all of his life. Disgust, in what felt like bile, rose in his throat.
He had turned into goddamned Billy Daniels.
Brady pushed past the drunken pair that had turned to sloppily make out, and ran down the stairs. He looked around the party for Erin, but when he couldn't find her he spotted Ava and quickly headed over.
"Ava, have you seen Erin?"
Although Ava was surrounded by a mass of drunk and babbling people she pushed her way to Brady.
"I saw her run down the stairs and out the door a few minutes ago. I tried to stop her, especially because she looked really upset, but I haven't seen her since. Brady, do you know what's going on? Erin never gets upset. I think she may have even been crying and she never cries. Maybe I should go find her after all."
Brady grabbed her before she could turn around.
"Don't. I'll go get her. I was about to leave anyway," and before she could respond Brady dashed out the front door.
Donald walked up to Ava, who was staring thoughtfully at the front door. He grabbed her around the waist and kissed the top of her head.
"Whatcha thinking about baby?" he asked.
"Hmmm?" Ava shook herself out of her thoughts and turned into Donald's arms. "Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking that a certain bronzed, blonde hair and blue eyed man might be just the thing."
Donald eyed her curiously. "I'm not tan right now. And I sure as hell don't have blue eyes. Who the hell are you cheating on me with?" he yelled with mock anger. A twinkle was in his bright green eyes.
Ava laughed and hugged him closer. "I love you so much."
Donald leaned down to snag her lips. His lips moved against hers which made her laugh more when he sighed into her mouth.
"Baby, I love you more."
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Brady drove for a good ten minutes before he came to a small figure in the road. Recognizing Erin he slowed down his Lexus SUV next to her and rolled down the window.
Distantly Erin could hear a car approaching but she didn't stop walking, and she didn't turn around. Dazedly she could hear someone calling her name to the left, but it sounded like something from her dreams.
It almost sounded like Brady's voice from when they were little and they would play hide and seek in his back yard and he couldn't find her. She remembered how mad he would get when he lost; but how good naturedly he would tease her. Then they would go inside where he smilingly sneaked them both ice cream and they would go to his room to eat it and laugh at their mischief.
She smiled at the memory, and let herself be transported back to those happier days.
"Erin!" Brady yelled for the fifth time out his window. He had been trying to get Erin's attention, but she seemed to be ignoring him. The damn girl was an idiot. It was freezing cold outside and rain seemed to have soaked her through. Well if she could be stubborn, so could he. Brady parked the car and ran around the front to force her into the passenger seat.
When he reached Erin and sternly tried to stop her, he finally looked into her face and was shocked. She looked dazed, as though she didn't even see him and he grabbed her upper arms.
"Erin! Snap out of it." When she didn't respond, he began to shake her. The movement seemed to have sparked something, because she began trembling, but the look on her face remained blank.
"Shit," he grated, and he began pushing her into his car. She went fluidly, without any resistance, and Brady knew something was wrong when Erin wasn't fighting him.
He jumped into the driver's seat, turned the heat on high, and sped off. Without even thinking Brady was headed in the direction of his house. When he looked over at Erin, she was still staring out the front window. As he watched her, her teeth began chattering and her quivering had become violent.
"What the hell were you thinking?" he yelled, "It's freezing cold outside. Only an idiot would walk in this mess. Damnit were almost there, just hold on." She didn't even blink an eye to him, and Brady grimly pushed down harder on the gas. He didn't even want to think that she had left because of what he said to her.
So he thought about it the entire ride home.
Finally Brady pulled into his driveway and into his garage. He jumped out and raced around to the passenger door to let Erin out.
"Come on Erin, let's go get warm," Brady ensured her, but she didn't move. If anything her shivering had only become more violent.
"Fuck, Erin. Come on, baby. Come on," he said as he reached inside and picked her up.
He carried her inside his house and up the stairs. He went straight to his bathroom, gave one dark look at the shower Katie had been in last night, and headed to his bathtub. He laid her down on a rug and turned on the faucets to begin filling the tub with steaming hot water.
"Okay Erin, I know you hate me, but I have to do this. You have to get warm. Those clothes are going to make you sick."
Brady began unfastening the buttons going down the front of Erin's silk blue dress. One by one he slipped the pearl buttons through its hole and slowly began revealing her porcelain skin. Skin that was now tinted with blue because of the cold in which she had endured.
"God, you are freezing." Brady began chaffing her upper arms after he finished with half of the buttons, and he decided that was enough. He began pulling the dress over her head.
Erin began drifting out of her lovely dreams to the sound of rushing water. When she finally was able to open her eyes, she stared at Brady who was leaning over her and pulling her silk dress over her head.
She began to struggle.
"Erin, it's okay, it's okay. You have to get warm." She continued to resist, but Brady leaned down into her face.
"Stop. I am doing this whether you like it or not, so calm down. Do you want to get sick, you little fool?"
Erin stopped fighting Brady, seeing it as futile, but she pushed at his hands on her dress.
"S-s-stop. I c-can do it," she stammered because of the shuddering her body couldn't seem to stop doing. She shakingly lifted her hands to unbutton her dress, but her numb fingers would not let her. Brady watched like a hawk as she tried over and over to get the one button, but after a few tries he pushed her hands away.
"I'll do it. And you will not fight me anymore, okay?" his blue eyes penetrated hers, and she dumbly nodded her head.
Brady continued with the buttons until he was satisfied and once again he began to lift the dress over her head. After he threw the drenched garment into the corner, he stared down at her soaked lingerie. All she wore was a white silk chemise and panties.
Both were soaked through.
Brady swallowed as he looked down at her pink nipples pebbling with cold against the silky material, and he let his eyes wander to the triangle at her legs. Her little red curls were showing through the wetly transparent fabric, and he closed his eyes to the hard impact of lust that swam through him.
Erin whimpered at the vulnerability that not having the dress gave her, and she pulled her hands up to shield herself. Brady saw the pitiful act of self protection and he gave himself a mental shake.
"Calm down. I've already seen you. And I might not have seen this much, but I have seen women before. It's okay, I'm not going to do anything to you. I promise."
He methodically began pulling her chemise over her head. He touched her panties, and with one swift yank, they were around her ankles. He pulled them off, and he reached for her to put in the tub.
"I kn-know you're n-not, because you h-h-hate m-m-me." At Brady's touch she began to struggle even more.
"Y-you think I'm di-di-disgusting," and tears began leaking out of her eyes as she fought him.
"Shhhhh, I don't think that. I don't." She pushed harder against the hands he tried to pick her up with. Her head rolled to the side away from him and tears began to slide onto the carpet beneath her.
"Y-you think I'm a wh-whore." Her teeth began chattering harder, and any other attempts at talking were impossible.
Something inside Brady clenched. Erin looked so small as she shivered on the floor in front of him. Her long red hair was spread underneath her, and she pulled herself into a ball to completely roll away from him. The blue tint of her skin alarmed him more than anything else.
"I'm sorry baby, but I have to. I'm so sorry." And while he didn't dwell on what exactly he was apologizing for, he scooped her up. He silently cursed himself as she went stiff at his touch, but he easily placed her into the steaming tub.
She began screaming as the hot water touched her frozen skin, and Brady called himself every filthy word he could think of. He turned off the hot water, only leaving the cold water to cool the tub down.
As she adjusted to the temperature of the bath and her skin began warming up, Erin calmed down.
Brady stayed there, kneeling over the tub. He watched her like a hawk, making sure she was doing better, and when he felt comfortable that she was, he relaxed. He still stayed over the tub, watching as she drowsily fell towards sleep and absently stroking her hair.
Brady watched her face for an interminable amount of time. Only when he felt the water become cool, did he lift a drowsy Erin out of the tub. Uncaring of the rivulets of water streaming down his arms and unto his shirt, Brady carried her to his bed. He laid her unto a towel he had put out on the edge of his bed and wrapped it around her. He used another towel to wipe her completely dry.
Finally becoming warm after freezing for so long left Erin limp. She didn't fight Brady as he carried her and dried her. Something so intimate should have upset her, but after that night she didn't care. The only thing she was fighting was the sleep that was persistent in claiming her.
"Stubborn little fool," Brady softly laughed as he watched Erin fight against her exhaustion. He went to his dresser and grabbed an old t-shirt and walked back to Erin to pull it over her head.
"Just push your arms through, and then you can go to sleep." She silently obeyed, and as soon as he pulled the shirt down her thighs she was out.
Brady sighed and straightened up as he looked at the little bundle below him. She was sprawled out in front of him with her legs opened a little and her arms were bent next to her head. Her palms were facing up and open beside her face. She was relaxed and unguarded in sleep, and Brady studied her face. She had never looked like that with him. Not even when she spent the night in his lap.
Brady sighed again and picked her up. He pushed down the covers and placed her beneath them. She smiled and snuggled down into them.
He turned around to change out of his clothing. Realizing it was late and that he was exhausted, he left himself in his boxers. He walked to his side of the bed and lay down beneath the covers. Erin was dead asleep and facing away from him, but when he shut the light off and burrowed even more into his bed he found her closer to him. He realized her teeth were still chattering a little and without thinking he threw his arm over her waist and pulled her into him. His body heat must have worked, because her chattering immediately stopped.
Pleased with that little fact, he snuggled her even more to him, closed his eyes, and slept.
A while later Erin woke up feeling marvelous. She realized absently that it must still be the middle of the night, but then she felt a body shift behind her. Brady's arm was over her waist and tucked between her breasts. She was tucked into him, and she could feel his body from her head to her toes. He shifted her closer again, and male warmth surrounded her. She stretched and bowed her body in sheer pleasure of the feeling. His leg shifted between hers and Erin's thighs begin to open.
Brady woke up to Erin stretching like a cat in his arms. Her bottom pushed back against his stomach and he realized he was completely hard. He pulled her back even tighter against him and began shifting his right leg between hers. Her thighs began to easily spread open. With his right arm around her waist he pulled her back harder against his chest. She continued to rub her backside up and down against him.
Erin felt Brady's hand begin to rub up and down on her stomach. He reached the edge of her shirt, and pulled it up and off. She gasped when he clutched her breast in his hand. He rubbed the pad of his finger across the tip of her nipple, and when the feeling became too much she arched into his hand. He squeezed and rubbed her breasts, lightly pulling and pinching her nipples. The wonderful feeling zinged right to her middle and she arched herself even further into Brady's body. She could feel how hard he was against her bottom, and he pushed back against her.
"Erin, baby," he whispered into her ear, and Erin whimpered as she reached back for him. Brady rolled over her as he flipped her on her back. He pushed his knees between her thighs as their breathing became ragged.
"I want to see you," and Brady reached over to turn on his bedside lamp.
The glow of the light startled Erin, but she remained calm as she stared back up at into Brady's sea-blue eyes. He stared back down at her intensely before she watched his eyes shift down to look at her small white breasts. He lingered there, but then he bent his head and brought his mouth to her.
He licked the tip of one pink nipple before sucking it greedily, and feasting on it as though it were his last meal. She arched in pleasure as he sucked the nipple to the roof of his mouth, and moved to the other breast to give it the same treatment.
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