My Girls and I Ch. 02

He slid his hands onto his mother's shoulder and squeezed softly. She smiled, leaning her head back, "Hey, honey."

He leaned down and kissed her cheek, "How's your patient, mom?"

She sighed, "He's doing alright. Complications from surgery. Hopefully recovery goes a bit better this time around." He smiled down at her, massaging her shoulders while his sisters set the table. She groaned softly as he worked the tension from her.

She closed her eyes and couldn't help but remember how many times his father had done this for her. She reveled in the feeling before his hands slipped away and he went to sit down for dinner. They ate and talked, but it was subdued. They could all sense Bobby's disappointment that Hannah hadn't shown up.

When dinner finished, they all took their plates to the sink and Bobby did the honors of washing up and putting everything in the dishwasher. Once he wiped down the counters he gathered up his keys and went to Stella's room, knocking on the door and then pushing inside when she called for him to come in.

She was seated on the bed she and Megan were sharing at the moment, looking up from the book in her lap. Her expression was worried, "Promise me you'll be careful."

He moved to stand in front of her, "I promise. But I want you to come with me. If this guy is what I think, he won't like me taking Hannah. I'll need you there to keep me from going too far."

Stella frowned, a little nervous, then nodded and got up, pulling on some shoes and heading out front with him. They got into his truck and he followed her directions down to some rather run down, lower-end apartments. He cruised the parking lots until he found Hannah's car, Stella pointing it out for him. He parked the truck and looked around. Stella pointed to a group of mixed white, black, and Hispanic guys standing around the front of one of the buildings. It looked like they were passing a blunt around and getting drunk. One particularly tall black guy came out of the sliding door. He was wiry, looking like he spent more time playing basketball and smoking pot than doing any actual kind of workout. Stella murmured, "That's Andre."

Bobby nodded, "Wait here." He got out of the truck and headed for the gathering. When he got close enough, he called out, "Hey Andre, where's my sister?"

The guys all turned as one, making a space for Andre to step forward, "Who the fuck is you?"

Bobby gritted his teeth slightly, "Gunnery Sergeant Bobby Masterson. Now where. The fuck. Is my sister?"

Andre grinned, "Oh shit. You my bottom bitch's brother, huh? Yeah, Hannah's out handling some business for me right now. She be back soon."

Bobby clenched his fists at his sides, worry and anger gnawing at his insides, "What kind of business?"

Andre's face clouded, "Now, hold up. That don't concern you."

Bobby's lip curled back, "You're gonna tell me now, or I'm gonna beat the fuck out of you and your homies until somebody gives it up."

Andre was about to respond when a black Mercedes pulled up and none other than Hannah got out of the passenger seat, leaving behind a man who looked like he could be her grandfather. Bobby saw this, then turned and headed straight for Hannah, who saw him, froze, and then began to fidget nervously.

He could see the worry on her face, as well as the shame in her eyes that he had seen her. The guys who had been around Andre moved to intercept, but Bobby reached her before they could stop him. He took hold of her arms, "Look at me, Hannah."

She peeked up at him from under her lashes and winced at the anger she saw there, "Did he make you. . .?"

She hesitated for a minute, then nodded slightly. Bobby felt like his blood was boiling. This piece of shit had his sister out turning tricks for him. His hands were starting to shake as he whispered, "Is this the first time?"

She shook her head, and Bobby released her. She looked up at him, and she could see it there, in his eyes. All over his face. As he turned back toward the group, the ones closest, who had tried to intercept him, flinched back at the look on his face while Hannah made a desperate grab for his arm. She caught him, gasping out, "No, Bobby, don't!"

Suddenly, Stella was there too, grabbing his other arm, "Bobby, it's okay. We've got Hannah, let's just go. Please." He looked at Stella, then Hannah, seeing the same plea in both their eyes. He shot one last glance at Andre, who looked like he was pissed, and then gathered Hannah close to him and looked at Stella, "Get her car."

He took Hannah back to his truck, got her into the passenger side, and then got in himself. He waited for Stella to leave the lot in Hannah's car, then followed her out. His baby sister was quiet for a while, then said softly, "You're ashamed of me, aren't you?"

Bobby shook his head, "No, sweetie, I'm not. Come here." He flipped up the center console and she snuggled up to his side. His arm gripped her tightly while the other held onto the wheel, "I'm pissed at that piece of garbage for taking advantage of you. I'm upset that you let him manipulate you like that. But most of all, I'm mad at myself for not going out of my way to spend more time with you when I came back two years ago. I left you, Hannah, and then dad died and you went into a downward spiral that you didn't let our family see. I could have seen it, if I had tried to get you to open up. But I was wrapped up in my own shit." He stopped at a red light behind Stella and leaned down to kiss the top of her head, "I'm so sorry I failed you."

Hannah reached over, hugging him tight to her body, "Just promise me you'll never leave me again. Promise me, and I'll never go back there ever again, I swear." He rubbed her back gently, nodding, "I promise, baby sister."

She nodded, "Can I stay with you tonight, big brother?"

Bobby looked a little apprehensive, "I'm not sure that's a good idea, given what happened last night." He said it cautiously, trying to get her to confirm or deny.

Hannah looked up at him, "But you said you liked it. . ." She pouted, sticking out her full bottom lip.

He reached up and poked it lightly, "I did. But it's wrong, Hannah. Brothers and sisters shouldn't be having sex."

Hannah looked suddenly angry, "Why? Why is it wrong? I love you, Bobby. I hadn't seen you since I was a child, but last night, when I saw you standing on the front porch, I fell for you. Please. I need you."

She gave him that look, that same look from last night, and he tried to resist. But she looked so vulnerable, her heart in her eyes, and he crumbled before they even reached the house, "Alright. I'll sleep in your room tonight. Go on, I'll be in in a bit."

She nodded, then leaned up and kissed him, softly, right on the lips. He slid his hand behind her neck and kissed her back, hating himself for enjoying it so much. But her lips were so soft and perfect.

When they broke apart, he met her smoldering eyes and he knew she wouldn't rest until she'd fucked him. He kissed her lips lightly, "Later. I promise."

She bit her lip and nodded, getting out of the truck and headed up to the house. He sighed deeply. How had it come to this? Fucking his youngest sister to keep her from going off the deep end. What a goddamn world. He got out of the truck and headed up to the house. His mother and Megan both instantly moved over to hug him tightly and he couldn't help but guess that Hannah had told them to truth about what Andre had been making her do. His mother whispered her thanks and that she was proud of him, while Megan was just glad he was back home and unharmed.

He gently pushed them away, "It's okay. It's all over now. I just want to relax and watch some TV."

They all nodded and he went to rid himself of his shoes, then came back out to settle into the couch. The girls gathered around him, his mother and Megan on one side, Hannah snuggled into his side on the other with Stella sitting in arm's reach. They passed the remote around for a while before Angela kissed her children goodnight, either on the forehead or the cheek, followed shortly by Stella. She had to work in the morning, like her mother, and she left with a troubled look on her face.

Bobby had a somewhat guilty look on his face when she left, but neither of the remaining two girls inquired about it. Megan went to bed an hour or so later, but before she left, she planted a kiss on her brother that was right on the corner of his mouth. She smiled at Hannah, then left the two of them alone.

Hannah looked up at him, watching him quietly. She remembered that look on his face very well, the one she'd seen back at that apartment. She'd never seen it there before, but the only way she could describe it was like looking into the face of death. She had known, in that moment, that if she hadn't stopped him, Andre, and probably anyone who stood between them, was a dead man.

That look had been intoxicating, to her. To know that Bobby was about to kill for her? She had almost drenched her panties. He caught her watching him and he frowned slightly, "What?"

Hannah licked her lips slightly, just a bare flick of her tongue over her bottom lip, "You were going to kill him, weren't you? For making me turn tricks?"

He looked away, shame crossing his face as he closed his eyes and nodded, "I'm sorry."

Hannah gave him a puzzled frown, "Why?"

Bobby sighed, "I never wanted you to see that side of me. Ever."

Hannah reached up to turn his face toward her, then leaned up and kissed him, soft and slow. When they broke apart she murmured, "I loved it. Knowing you cared so much."

He still looked worried, then she stood, grabbing his hand and tugging, "Let me show you."

He turned off the TV, then the lights as they moved down the hall toward her room. He followed her in and looked around. It was a change from Megan's functional room. Hannah had purple sheets and deep blue walls. She had posters and pictures on the wall, friends in high school and whatnot. She had a stereo and stacks of CD's piled up around it. His inspection of her room was cut short when she pushed him onto the bed. He watched as she stripped off her blouse, revealing her toned, if rounded, tummy. She had that kind of abdomen that hadn't gathered her extra weight. Her incredible breasts were held in a lacy black bra, and she hooked her fingers into the jeans she wore, wriggling her way out of them to show off matching black panties.

He reached out to run his hands over her hips, "Are you sure about this? We can never go back after this."

She drew him closer, feeling his hot breath on her generous cleavage, "I was lost when you left, and found when I saw your face last night. I want to be yours, big brother. Forever."

He drew her face down and kissed her, his tongue slipping between her lips to duel with her own. His hands slid up her back and unhooked her bra with practiced ease, setting her breasts free. He stripped off her bra without breaking the kiss, his hands sliding around to grip each of her breasts in one of his hands. She moaned softly into the kiss, arching her back slightly into his hands as he began to pinch and pull and roll her nipples, already hard for his grasping fingers.

She pulled back from the kiss and reached down to pull his shirt up and off him, and just as she was about to push him down, he stood up, gathered her in his arms and kissed her, finally letting his desire overwhelm him. He gripped her ass in both hands, the juicy cheeks overflowing his hands. He turned her toward the bed, then pushed her down on it, the look in his eyes shifting dramatically. He was turned on now, and there was no going back for him either.

She felt his finger hook into her panties and she lifted her hips to let him pull them off. Once they were gone she spread her thick thighs for him and put herself on display for her brother, one hand cupping her breast, the other putting one of her long nails between her teeth. She looked so incredibly sexy lying there, he felt his cock, which was bulging against his cargo shorts and boxer briefs, try to rip through the fabrics containing it.

He looked down into her eyes, letting his hands slide down her thighs, "You're beautiful, Hannah." He reached down and stripped out of his shorts and underwear, freeing his cock. It was ten inches and about three quarters the thickness of a soda can. She saw it when he stood back up and her eyes flared with lust, knowing she'd done that to him. He shifted her back along the bed and then leaned down between her thighs, kissing his way down one thick, juicy leg toward the puffy lips of her juicy pussy. He looked up her body as she pinched her nipples between her fingers and he let his tongue find her clit, loving that she was shaved.

The minute he found her clit, she gasped, one hand sliding into his short hair. He proceeded to suck her clit into his mouth, pulling insistently and he started grinding his tongue against it slow and steady, tasting her for the first time.

She moaned, low and sweet, trying to keep the volume down so they wouldn't wake their sisters, her hips lifting to give him better access to her. He slid two fingers into her well-lubricated pussy, curling upward and starting to make a 'come hither' motion as he sucked and licked at her clit. Her moans rose in pitch, her eyes squeezing shut as he worked her like he'd been doing it all his life. He pulled away to the sound of a whimper, and he picked up her panties off the floor and stood, leaning over.

He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue, and then pulled back, "If you're not going to be quiet, I'm going to have to gag you." She uttered a wanton, utterly slutty moan at the idea and he grinned, stuffing her panties into her open mouth. He kissed her lightly, "Shush now, or you'll wake them."

Her eyes practically burned with need and he arched a brow, "What? You want this?" He rubbed his thick shaft against her wet lips, grinding against her slowly. She let out a pleading mewl around the panties in her mouth, nodding. He grinned, "I'd love to make you beg, baby sister, but I need you to be quiet, and there's nothing quiet about what's about to happen." He shifted up onto the bed fully, kneeling between her thighs. He rubbed the head of his cock between her lips, then once he was good and coated, he started pushing into her, stretching her beyond belief as he did so.

Her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head, her hands gripping her sheets in a death grip to keep from removing her gag as he began stuffing her with the monster she'd sucked last night. She let out a deep, satisfied moan as he shoved his thick cock into her, making her feel fuller than she'd ever been before. She couldn't believe how perfect her brother's cock was, or that he was about to fuck her with it. Bobby leaned over her and murmured, "You're such a good girl, taking my cock like like you were made for it. Do you want me to fuck you now?"

She could barely manage to nod her head and he grinned. He'd had this effect on women before. He spread her thighs open, tilting those wide, luscious hips upward as he began drawing his cock from her tight, grasping pussy. She whimpered when only the head was left in her, then he pushed back in, hard and as fast as her abused vagina could handle. She was moaning as loud as the gag would let her as he slowly picked up the pace until her beautiful brother was fucking her good and hard. He panted above her, her eyes rolling and overcome with the sensations he was overloading her with.

He grunted, working his cock back and forth, angling himself up in her as she gave a squeal of pleasure, her body starting to shake and the muscles of her pussy starting to grip him tight. Her orgasm hit her hard and her flexing vaginal walls stopped him in his tracks while she rode out her orgasm. As she came down she was breathing hard from her nose and staring at him with clearing eyes. He smiled at her, starting to move his hips again, much to her delight. He shifted up over her more, one hand holding her thigh away from his body, the other hand moving up to her neck, sliding around to draw her up, "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, baby sister, but it's my turn now." He shifted his hand on her neck around to her throat, gripping the sides of her neck in a dominant gesture rather than fully choking her.

Bobby started fucking her again, well and truly hitting his stride as he started to pound at her soaked pussy, filling her as full as she'd ever been with every thrust. He moved his ships faster and harder, holding her down as he rapidly approached his own orgasm. As he got close, he leaned down and murmured, "I'm going to cum in you and make you mine, Hannah."

She moaned encouragingly, and as he started to fill her up, her pussy clamped down on him in another orgasm, holding him inside of her. He was breathing hard as they both began to come down from their orgasms. He pulled his cock from her slowly, eliciting a moan of regret from his youngest sister before he moved to lay down beside her. She rolled toward him and tugged the panties from her mouth, letting out a deep sigh of contentment. She pulled herself close to him, draping her thick thigh over his legs.

He wrapped his arms around her, "You were perfect, Hannah."

She smiled, "Glad we did this?"

Bobby chuckled, "Yeah, I am, surprisingly. I thought I'd hate myself afterward but. . . Like I said, you were perfect. Everything I needed." He tilted her face up and then shifted to kiss her, "Thank you."

She laughed, "I should be thanking you, Bobby. I've never felt so stretched, or cum so hard, in my entire life." She snuggled closer to him, "I'm yours now, Bobby. I'll do anything you want. I love you so much."

He smiled, liking the sound of all of it, "I love you too, Hannah."