No Force of Nature Ch. 05

He didn't slam into her like he wanted to, but with a calm strength, slowly pushed his way inside of her. Once buried to the hilt he kept on pushing, needing to be as deeply seated inside her hot channel as possible. She gasped as he began to writhe his hips while buried inside her.

"I love you Maggie. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you." He whispered, looking the love of his life in her eyes. She smiled and kissed him sweetly.

"Make love to me, Liam." She placed her hands on his hips and urged him to move.

At first their pace was slow and savory. They relished in causing one another to moan or cry out their names. But he couldn't keep this pace up, he soon felt the pressure in his balls building, needing to be released. He looked at her and she nodded, needing to come again. He quickened his pace until they were slamming their bodies against each other with an animal ferocity.

He felt like he was conducting a symphony. The sounds of their skin slapping against one another coupled with her powerful moans and his grunts and the wet sound of his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. All his senses were heightened, the sounds, the sight of her sweat dripping down her bare chest. The smell of her arousal that became more powerful every time he pulled nearly all the way out. Her cream coating his prick like melted ice cream falling down the cone.

It was all so overwhelming. The world was tuned out; everything around them had frozen....which was probably why they didn't hear the car pull up. Or the front door unlock. Or the two distinctly familiar strides coming towards the garage door...which was most definitely not sound proof.

"Do you hear that?" Aunt Madge's voice right on the other side of the door made Liam's heart stop. Maggie looked up at him, dread in her eyes.

"Not here, Liam." She pushed him away, and began pulling on her jeans, he followed suit, his legs tangling in his jeans. The zipper on Maggie's jeans was broken but it would have to do. "They can't find out like this...they won't understand...they're not ready" she cursed as she realized she was putting her shirt on backwards and inside out. The door began to open; Liam tripped over his jeans and fell onto Maggie, pressing her against the car. With the zipper broken on her jeans they had fallen down, being a tad big on her, and were now resting below her ass cheeks.

There was a terrible moment. A moment Liam, Maggie and their aunt and uncle will never forget. Maggie's front draped over the car, her shirt half on and half off...her pants sliding down her bare legs, sweat and a look of panic coating her face. Liam, his pants tangled around his ankles, no shirt, his hands bracing himself on either side of his sister. The exact replica of how Liam had found his father with his sister. Then there was Uncle William and the look of pure unadulterated rage he gave Liam as he ran for him and tore him off of Maggie, throwing him to the ground and pummeling him with his fists.

"What the fuck?" he screamed as the punches kept on coming. Liam curled into a ball and attempted to protect his body from the never ending blows.

"You piece of shit....how could you...after everything she's been through?" Madge pulled William off of Liam, seeing the blood coating her husband's hands and knowing it wasn't all her nephew's. William didn't fight her because he didn't want to hurt her. "I never thought you would end up like him." he spat on Liam as he tried to rise up off the ground.

"No, Uncle that's not what this is." Maggie, having fixed her clothes, ran over to Liam and helped him stand and pull his pants up. William upon seeing her help him, was overcome with another wave of primal rage. His beautiful niece, his sweet niece...having two sick motherfuckers for family. He charged Liam again. Maggie jumped in front of him, shielding Liam. "Stop! Please!"

"Not what this is? He's-" He couldn't even bring himself to say it, Madge put her hand on his shoulder, attempting to pull him back from this dangerous cliff edge he was dancing on."In the garage too? You're a sick bastard!" his scream echoed through Liam's head along with the drumming beat of his blood. "You disgust me."

"Let's calm down for a second, OK?" Madge spoke mostly to William, wanting time to observe Maggie, see if she was hurt...truly assess the situation. Maggie's body was shaking so hard now that Liam moved to put his arm around her shoulder to quell the fear. She was about to press her body into his, seeking his warmth when Liam went flying across the garage once more. Her uncle had punched him in the gut so hard it propelled him backwards.

Maggie screamed, running to Liam. "Please, Uncle stop!"

"God." Her Aunt cried, her hands cradling her own face in shock as the reality of what had transpired between her niece and nephew truly hit her. "What have you done, Liam?"

"Maggie get inside, everything will be fine." William went to pull Maggie off of Liam's body.

"No!" she stated as calmly as possible pushing her uncle off of her, focusing her attention on Liam and the blood running down his face. She put her arm underneath his, helping him to his feet.

"What are you doing?" her uncle asked, his voice low with confusion and disgust.

She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. If Liam's face hadn't felt like a burning furnace of pain he would have smiled at her with pride. "Liam didn't force me to do anything, I swear. You know I wouldn't lie about this...not about this."

They stared at her, not comprehending what she was saying. "But his hands were all over you. You were crying."

She braced herself, Liam squeezed her tight to him. He wanted to take this burden off of her, wanted to be the one their judging eyes were probing. Unfortunately he was having trouble breathing let alone speaking. It would have to be her.

"I wasn't crying..." Please don't ask me, uncle...she thought to herself.

"I heard you-" he insisted

"I was moaning. I liked what he was doing to me." she didn't need to yell it, her words sliced the room like a knife. No one spoke for a painful moment, Maggie kept her head up, defiant as hell and waiting for the hammer to strike. For their uncle to rant and rage at what they had become.

"Liam." it was their aunt who spoke first. Liam looked up at her, his eyes dark with fury. "Have you...done this to your sister before?"

Maggie looked at her quizzically...she didn't like how that question was phrased. How she had said done to and not done with...they were still blaming him. Liam laboriously answered before she could hint for him not to.

"Yes." he answered boldly, head held high. He would never deny her, his beautiful girl.

Their aunt nodded, taking a deep breath. "Maggie, go to your room."

If she weren't a complete wreck she would have laughed. "Are you shitting me? I'm a grown woman you can't tell me to go to my room. We need to sit down and discuss this like rational adults."

"A mentally disturbed young woman is nowhere close to a rational adult...and a man willing to take advantage of that fact is even further from that position."

Margaret's heart dropped...Liam stilled next to her. She had forgotten...after the attack a judge had given her aunt full responsibility to decide Margaret's medical fate. Margaret was near catatonic at the time and thought it had probably been for the best. Especially since she had decided that ending her life while pregnant was the only rational way to overcome the pain.

If Madge wanted to, she could send Margaret back to the clinic. Those horrible green walls and the scratchy blue scrubs. The mush for meals and the pills, numbing her to the world. She felt as though she had just regained her sanity through confessing her love for her brother...and Madge had the power to take it all away again.

"You won't send her back there." This time Liam stepped in front of her, voice breathless and hoarse, shielding her from the unspoken threat Madge had doled out. A look of pure strength and defiance on his beautiful face. Strength for her. Maggie felt the cold and clammy waves of shame begin to dissipate.

"Liam you need to leave this house and never come back." A strange calm had descended over their Uncle's face. "You are just as disgusting if not more so than your father. Taking advantage of a mentally disturbed girl to fulfill your sick incestuous fantasies. Chip off the old block, eh? I never want to see your face again."

He could take the hits, the kicks...any physical abuse his aunt or uncle wanted to subject him to, to vent their anger and confusion he would accept. But this verbal assault, the accusation that he is what his father was. It slammed into his chest...his very soul. The claim was so close to what he had been fretting over this whole week that he couldn't take it. All the confidence and strength he gained from his sister vanished into thin air. The guilt returned in full force as if it had been hiding in the shadow, rearing its ugly, sick smile and waiting to finish its corrosion of his heart.

Maggie looked up at her brother. He was still sweating, but this time she knew it was from nerves and not from their animalistic passion. There was blood running down his face and she could see the distinct signs of bruising forming on his face and neck. But through all the different colors coating his skin, the one she noted was the pale pallor of his cheeks as all the blood drained from his face.

She knew. She knew the second her uncle had uttered those words that they were done. After being compared to their father, Liam would never allow their relationship to continue. He couldn't handle it. It was his worst fear in all the world, that he would end up with the same sick mind.

She began to speak, shaking her head. Trying to come up with some reason for him to stay with her. But the words caught in her throat. He looked down at her with a sad smile on his face, kissed her forehead and strode past their Aunt and uncle.

As the garage door closed behind him, Maggie couldn't breathe. Her heart shriveled and went cold within her chest. A cold fear pulsed through her veins and all the light drained from her soul.

"Liam?" she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. Was this really it? Everything they had discussed, every secret they had professed to each other, every kiss, every touch. Was it really all over? Her eyes met her uncle's satisfied yet solemn face and that's when she became ripe with anger.

"Come on, Maggie." Madge held out her hand for her niece, waiting for her to run to her as she had on so many occasions before this. But Madge didn't understand the depth of love she had for Liam. She needed to make them understand.

"We have loved each other since we were children. You have no right doing this."

"You're confusing two different kinds of love, Maggie." Madge exclaimed, a huff of exasperation accompanying her statement. She was using a tone Maggie only heard when she was being scolded...like a child. "The love you have for your brother is familial, not lustful."

"You're wrong!" she whispered back, too furious to waste raising her voice on the woman in front of her. "I want him in every way a pair of lovers could want their partner. I want his kisses, his tongue, his skin-"

"Stop it Maggie-" her Uncle cried.

"No! I'm not going to hide this...we're not going to hide. You can't lock me up under the excuse that I'm fucked up mentally just to make yourself feel better. It's incest...yes. But it's also love. Some people die before finding their soul mate...I've known mine since birth." She looked down at the ring on her thumb, a smile on her face and a new purpose lay ahead of her. "I'm the luckiest woman on earth." She brushed passed them, her uncle grabbed her arm.

"It's unnatural."

Maggie snorted at the pathetic attempt to grasp at straws. "So fucking put us in jail. I am in love with my brother and he is in love with me...if you ever want to see your niece or nephew again, you'll be civilized around us. I won't ask you to accept it...I obviously could never expect acceptance from my own family." with that last bitter comment she ran up to her room to grab her suitcase and toiletries.

She ran into her brother's room to find Liam's crap still strewn about the room. In his dramatic exit he probably just grabbed the essentials and made a run for it. Maggie was surprised to find his computer still sitting on the desk, she grabbed it along with anything else she felt he would want and dragged the luggage out to the rental. She had to return to the kitchen briefly to grab the keys off the hook.

Her aunt and uncle were nowhere to be found, probably still shocked and standing in the garage. With a shake of her head she headed outside to pack up the car. Her hands were sweaty and shaking, her cheeks flushed with anxiety. It's OK. It's OK. It's OK. She thought to herself as she closed the door on the two adults who had practically raised her and saved her from a fate worse than death...but what she found waiting for her was so much more overpowering than the loss she felt at leaving.

"Need a hand with all that?"

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Liam had been so angry, red fury laced his mind as he struggled to concentrate on the simple tasks. Pull on clothes, shoes. Pack his toiletries. Get his wallet and keys. Put on winter coat and boots. But once outside with his key in the door, ready to drive off and catch a plane back to Alaska...he realized he was running...again.

Like a fucking coward. He promised his sister he would never run again, he promised he would stand by her and support their relationship. He promised her his heart and soul but when push came to shove? He was too much of a coward to wait out the storm.

No...he thought to himself. Not this time. He believed that Maggie loved him the same way he loved her. he wasn't his father, he would never be his father. He thanked the fates every day for that fact. And now it was time to grow up and become the man that he his father never could be.

Just as he was about to open the door and tell it to his Aunt and Uncle straight, the front door swung and Maggie nearly stumbled out the door carrying 5 too many bags for her petite body to carry. He smiled at the look of shock on her face, seeing him outside the door.

"Need a hand with all that?" he asked, as if they hadn't just been caught literally with their pants around their ankles. It seemed Maggie was incapable of speech so she just nodded. He took all the bags and piled them into the jeep, not willing to leave it here.

"I know you came in a rental so we'll have to drive separately to the car rental place to return it and then drive together. I know you don't have to go back to school for a while longer so I was wondering if you wanted to take a trip up to Seattle for a little bit. Just the two of us. What do you say?" She just stood and stared at him, completely dumfounded. "Mags? You Okay?"

Her lip trembled, her eyes closed. Her cheeks turned bright red and a heart wrenching sob seemed to be torn from her body. Liam ran to her and wrapped her up in his warmth. It was only then that he realized she hadn't put on a winter coat to shield from the cold. He immediately took his coat off and draped it over her before cuddling her back in the strength of his arms. She shook and sobbed, wetting his thin shirt with salty tears.

"Shh." he cooed at her, kissing the top of her head. Just having her in his arms after the emotional turbulence he had gone through not minutes before seeing her, calmed him down. "Hey hey, none of that. It's over." She gripped his shirt tighter and looked up at him. It hurt his heart to see the tears streaming down her face.

"I-I- thought I lost you. I thought you left me." she hiccuped, he would have laughed if the words she was saying weren't ringed with a near truth. He almost did leave her and he hated himself for it. She slapped his chest with her hand in frustration "Don't ever scare me like that again!" she gasped when he cringed and coughed. "Oh My God! Liam! I'm so sorry! I totally forgot about your bruises! Are you OK?" She gently prodded him to sit with his legs sticking out of the back seat of the car.

"I think-." he breathed roughly, wincing every time he coughed. "I think I might have a cracked rib. Uncle Will hits hard like a motherfucker." he tried to laugh and make light of the situation.

"Can you even drive?" she asked, concerned about his well being.

"Yeah the car rental isn't too far...just an hour. I can last an hour." He placed his hand along her cheek, cradling her precious face. "Do you mind driving after that?" she shook her head no and kissed him softly.

"Liam-." he shut her up with another kiss, this one reminiscent of the heat that scorched them before they were interrupted. Her hands clenched his curly hair and she sighed into his perfect mouth.

"Let's just get out of here. We can talk about anything you want when we're on the road." he got out of the back seat and she helped him settle into the front. "Seattle sound good?"

"Liam, you can take me all the way to Alaska. I don't care as long as its you who's taking me."

"Always."

The drive to the car rental company took a little longer than planned due to the icy roads. Maggie couldn't help but imagine what might have happened if Liam had truly peeled out onto the road in his raw anger. She was not a religious woman, but she sent up a prayer to God or whoever was looking over them that Liam had snapped out of his rage and held back. Stayed. He stayed for her. She was beaming by the time they drove into the rental joint.

Liam stayed in the jeep, she could see he was stiff from getting the shit kicked out of him. Liam was trim, but he was no wilting flower. If he had wished to inflict pain on their Uncle, he could have. But he held his hand and took the beating. He truly was her hero.

Luckily the rental company was open 24 hours and they were able to process the car quickly. After convincing Liam to get out of the car, despite his grumbles, and clean the blood off his face in the bathroom, Maggie hopped into the driver's seat. She pulled her GPS out of her suitcase and found a hotel they could set as their goal for the evening.

They were just north of Weed, CA and she tried to figure out how long it would take them to get to Seattle from their location. Thank goodness for modern technology. Staying on I-5 they would get to Seattle in 9 hours...there was no way she was driving for 9 hours, especially since it was nearly midnight, and Liam was in no condition to get behind the wheel. In fact, she thought it would be best if he didn't move for a day or so. There were definitely some cracked ribs beneath those bruises.

She figured he would take a little while in the bathroom, she leaned her head back and let her mind wander. She thought back to the past week, back to when she saw her brother sitting on the front porch, allowing the cold to seep into his bones in favor of returning home. She saw in her memory how his face had glowed when he took her into his embrace and spun her around as they had when they were children.

She was loved by such a fierce, protective and heroic man. He was ready to take so much pain to protect her and her uncle even though he was the one doling out the hurt. She wanted the life she could have with him, wanted the love they would share over the years. She could never give him a child of their own, but if they wanted children that badly then there were always children who needed a good home. She wanted, more than anything, to see Liam in his element in Alaska. She knew that was his real home, even if he had to run away from her to find it.

A hand fell on hers, which had absentmindedly found its way to her abdomen and began its well worn track of rubs along the line of her useless womb. The hand was large and there were a few scrapes along the skin around the finger pads. She looked up expecting an expression of regret and pity. What she saw made her heart swell with warmth to the point it could jump out of her chest. She was so overwhelmed with the love he felt for her. His smile, as he leaned his head on the frame of the car and gazed at her with such an intense force of love, was radiant. He may have bruises forming along his face and was slightly bent over from the cracked ribs, but he never looked happier.