A literotic sexstories: His Brother's Keeper, Part II by JustSadeTo ,
His Brother’s Keeper, Part IIAmy didn’t know how she’d ever fallen asleep with Casey’s soft wet cock pressed against her from behind; his hand cupped between her legs. All night she could feel his lightly haired thighs up against the backs of her bare legs, his chest on her back and his hot breath on her neck. He snored gently most of the time and his arms were like a vice around her. A few times she tried to move and stirred him a little in his sleep. He only tightened his grip, groaning and flexing his crotch into her. By the end she just lay there, quietly in the dark, the odd tear rolling down her face. She just wanted to go home. To be with Jack. To be anywhere but there with Casey. Eventually, exhausted, she did fall asleep.
The night had been hot and damp and they’d both been sweating in bed. When a stray shard of sunlight woke her Amy was disgusted at the feel of Casey’s skin on hers. It was clammy and wet. She reached down, carefully as she could, pushing his hand out from between her legs. Casey groaned and fell back lightly onto his back. His hairless chest and abs clung with sweat in the new sun. Amy laid his hand down and got out of bed; as quickly as she could without making any noise.
As she moved across the room she was aware she was still naked. Something about that made her feel ashamed. Having spent the night, naked in bed with Casey. Somehow it was even worse than letting him do the things he’d done to her.
Out in the sitting room she found the clothes he’d made her lose the night before. She knew what she was looking for and she knew she didn’t have long before Casey missed her and came looking. She grabbed her jeans from the floor and found her cell phone. Then she made for the bathroom; rushing in and locking the door behind her. She felt safer, but not safe enough. She thumbed quickly through the contacts listed in her phone; finding the one she was looking for: Jack. The number had hardly dialed, the phone hardly rang, when it was picked up at the other side.
“Amy!” A desperate voice said.
Amy nearly broke down in tears at the sound of him.
“Jack!” She tried to whisper, knowing Casey was near, “Jack.”
“Amy, what happened!” Jack said, “Did he…”
“No…”
Amy wasn’t sure what made her say it. She’d intended to lie. Intended to tell Jack that nothing had happened between her and Casey. It was last night that she’d decided. With Casey’s body pushed up against her; his fingers practically forcing themselves into her. She’d decided she was going to lie to Jack, tell him nothing had happened, try to tell herself nothing had happened. This morning would be the last time she slept with Casey. She couldn’t stop him taking what he wanted this morning. But as soon as he went to work she’d leave the apartment and go home to Jack. They’d skip town. They’d just run away.
“No Jack,” she lied, “he didn’t touch me. He just wants you to think he did. I’m coming home… today.”
She was crying as she spoke.
“Thank God!” Jack said, “thank fucking God! Baby, I should never’ve left you with him. I fucking hate myself for doing it. I’d’ve fucking killed him if…”
“It never happened, Jack,” she cried, “I wouldn’t let it happen.”
“Come home.” Jack said.
“Soon.” Amy whispered.
“No, now, baby,” he said, “just come home.”
“I have to make sure he’s gone first,” she reasoned, “that way we can be gone before he stops the payments.”
“Gone?” Jack sounded confused.
“We’ll get a bus out of town,” she said, “we’ll just run away.”
Jack sighed. His breath was long and labored and full of stress.
“Okay,” he said, “make sure he’s gone. Come home soon, baby. I love you.”
Amy cried.
“Me too,” she said, “me too.”
Truth be told she wondered how long it would be before she could touch Jack again. Right now she didn’t want to sleep with a man ever again. Her insides tightened up just thinking about it.
Suddenly she heard a movement in Casey’s bedroom.
“Jack,” she whispered, “I’ve got to go.”
“What?” Jack sounded frantic,
“I’m hanging up.”
She did. And just in time. She could hear the sound of Casey’s bare feet padding through the sitting room towards her. There was a hard pounding on the door.
“Open this fucking door, Amy!” Casey shouted.
She closed her eyes and steeled herself. For one more morning she had to do what he wanted. Then he’d go to work and she’d never have to touch him again. Just one more morning. She hid her phone behind the sink. Then she stepped forward; forcing herself to open the door between them.
There was a flash it her head as a massive pain ripped through her jaw. Casey had hit her hard across the face; hard enough to make her hit the wall in the bathroom and slide down off her feet.
“Get the fuck up, bitch!”
Casey grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her to her feet.
“Casey!” She screamed, “please, Casey! Don’t!”
He put a hand on her head forcing her to look at him. His face hovered over her.
“Don’t you fucking get out of bed without me again, Amy!” he said, his snarling face was only inches from her.
“I won’t,” she was frantically trying to calm him down. He looked like he might’ve killed her if she didn’t do what he said. “I won’t, Casey. I… I’m sorry.”
Casey’s face got milder. He was frowning at her. As though suspicious of her answer. Amy wanted to be safe. More than anything she wanted to be safe. She decided to make sure he believed her. To make sure he knew he’d won. Her jaw hurt so badly she thought another hit would break it.
“I… I’ll come back to bed,” she said, “I’ll do… whatever you want.”
Casey paused. She could feel the beginnings of a hard-on pressing against her. His expression had changed to one of a different kind of violence. He grabbed hard between her legs forcing two fingers deep inside her. She winced, turning her head and letting him probe her.
“When I fucking wake up in the morning,” he said, pressing his damp body up against hers and fingering her, “I want to stick my fingers into your hot little cunt. Don’t ever fucking get out of bed before me again.”
“I won’t,” she was crying.
“I want to finger you,” Casey said, “I want to finger your hot little cunt.”
He was starting to hurt her; his fingers digging deeper. Scratching her inside. Her jaw still throbbed from where he’d hit her.
“Casey,” she winced, “Casey… let me… ahh… oh please…”
The pain between her legs was getting intense. Casey didn’t seem to care forcing his fingers deeper and deeper into her body.
“Casey… let me get cleaned up,” she tried, “… ah… please… I… I’ll come to bed… I’ll… I’ll let you touch me…”
“Fuck bitch!!” Casey shouted, “you’ll fucking let me!!”
He hit her again. Drawing more blood from her lip. She screamed; not able to speak. He grabbed her hair with one hand making her look at him; the other hand pushing his fingers further into her pussy.
“You don’t fucking get this do you, Amy!!” he snarled, “I’m not my limp-dick little brother!! If I want to finger you in bed I’ll finger you in bed! If I want to finger you in the fucking bathroom I’ll finger you in the fucking bathroom!! Shit, fuck this…”
He pulled her hair; forcing her body down towards the side of the bathtub.
“Bend over the side of the bath!” He shouted.
“Casey.” She tried,
“Do it!!” He spat from his mouth, “do one fucking thing without answering the fuck back!!”
She stayed where he’d put her. Her hands palm-down in the bath and her stomach resting on the side. Her hair was a shamble and there was blood at the corner of her mouth. Casey spread her legs like a cop making an arrest; hitting her inner thighs apart. His nude body pressed up against her.
“Now I’m gonna get back to fingering your little pussy, Amy,” he said.
She cried.
“If you so much as fucking breathe I’ll send you back to Jack in a fucking body-bag.”
She stared ahead; frightened but totally alone. She realised now that she was on her own with him. On her knees in his bathroom. He could do what he liked and no one would know. Her pussy was burning. Maybe if she let him do it for awhile without stopping him he’d run out of steam. She closed her eyes and tried to be elsewhere but she couldn’t block it out when she felt his middle finger touch her pussy; gliding slowly into her body. He pushed it in as far as it would go then pulled it back out. He did it again and again and again. At least he was going slowly now. He pulled it out and spread everything with his hands. Her pussy lips. Her ass cheeks. He stared at her bald, pink pussy. He wanted to drool. His cock was standing rigid.
He pulled her ass cheeks a little further apart and looked for a long time at her cute little hole. Amy knew he had a full view of everything and the disgust of that was almost too much to take.
“You’re so cute, Amy,” he said, letting go of her ass contentedly and lying the weight of his body down on her back.
She could hardly breathe, crushed between him and the bath.
“You’re so cute,” he said again, kissing her neck, “I’m sorry I hit you, baby…”
He lubed up his finger in his mouth and slipped it back into her pussy.
“…but I get so fucking crazy when you keep this cunt away from me. I spent enough fucking time away from this cunt…”
He forced his finger deeper.
“…jerking off thinking about you…”
He pulled out and lubed his finger up again; replacing it.
“… dreaming about fucking you…”
He forced his middle finger as far as it would go.
“… tell you what, baby… only time I wanna jerk off now is on top of you…”
She was so sore she could hardly think straight; hardly hear the vile things he was crooning in her ear. Then, suddenly, Casey’s cell phone went off in the sitting room.
“Fuck!!” He shouted, pulling his finger out of Amy’s pussy and listening, “Fuck!”
He laid the flat of his hand on Amy’s back. Holding her down. For a moment he had been thinking about telling her to wait there, bent over, legs spread, while he took the call. Then, with with the phone still ringing, he changed his mind:
“Fuck it…”
He turned back to Amy and started fingering her again.
“…let it fucking ring…”
It did ring. It rang as Casey lowered his head to Amy’s ass and let a white strand off spit fall out of his mouth onto her lower back. It rang as he used his middle finger to scoop the lube he’d made down between her legs. It rang as he started fingering her so hard her thighs hit the enamel. Then it stopped ringing and Casey slowed down; calmly pumping his finger backwards and forwards in and out of her warm pussy. Finally he stopped.
“Woo-wee,” he breathed, “that was so hot.”
He got up on his knees behind her and pulled back her ass cheeks to get another quick view of her asshole then he stood.
“You can get up.” He said
She pulled herself out of the bath and turned. Sitting with her legs under her. She was too ashamed to look up at him but out of the corner of her eye she saw him wanking his hard-on as he stared down at her. She closed her eyes.
“Get cleaned up,” he said, “then get your ass back into bed. I’ve got an hour before work.”
He made to leave. Still wanking off as he headed for bed.
“Oh, and…” he said, turning back to Amy before he left, “bring your cell phone with you.”
The night had been hot and damp and they’d both been sweating in bed. When a stray shard of sunlight woke her Amy was disgusted at the feel of Casey’s skin on hers. It was clammy and wet. She reached down, carefully as she could, pushing his hand out from between her legs. Casey groaned and fell back lightly onto his back. His hairless chest and abs clung with sweat in the new sun. Amy laid his hand down and got out of bed; as quickly as she could without making any noise.
As she moved across the room she was aware she was still naked. Something about that made her feel ashamed. Having spent the night, naked in bed with Casey. Somehow it was even worse than letting him do the things he’d done to her.
Out in the sitting room she found the clothes he’d made her lose the night before. She knew what she was looking for and she knew she didn’t have long before Casey missed her and came looking. She grabbed her jeans from the floor and found her cell phone. Then she made for the bathroom; rushing in and locking the door behind her. She felt safer, but not safe enough. She thumbed quickly through the contacts listed in her phone; finding the one she was looking for: Jack. The number had hardly dialed, the phone hardly rang, when it was picked up at the other side.
“Amy!” A desperate voice said.
Amy nearly broke down in tears at the sound of him.
“Jack!” She tried to whisper, knowing Casey was near, “Jack.”
“Amy, what happened!” Jack said, “Did he…”
“No…”
Amy wasn’t sure what made her say it. She’d intended to lie. Intended to tell Jack that nothing had happened between her and Casey. It was last night that she’d decided. With Casey’s body pushed up against her; his fingers practically forcing themselves into her. She’d decided she was going to lie to Jack, tell him nothing had happened, try to tell herself nothing had happened. This morning would be the last time she slept with Casey. She couldn’t stop him taking what he wanted this morning. But as soon as he went to work she’d leave the apartment and go home to Jack. They’d skip town. They’d just run away.
“No Jack,” she lied, “he didn’t touch me. He just wants you to think he did. I’m coming home… today.”
She was crying as she spoke.
“Thank God!” Jack said, “thank fucking God! Baby, I should never’ve left you with him. I fucking hate myself for doing it. I’d’ve fucking killed him if…”
“It never happened, Jack,” she cried, “I wouldn’t let it happen.”
“Come home.” Jack said.
“Soon.” Amy whispered.
“No, now, baby,” he said, “just come home.”
“I have to make sure he’s gone first,” she reasoned, “that way we can be gone before he stops the payments.”
“Gone?” Jack sounded confused.
“We’ll get a bus out of town,” she said, “we’ll just run away.”
Jack sighed. His breath was long and labored and full of stress.
“Okay,” he said, “make sure he’s gone. Come home soon, baby. I love you.”
Amy cried.
“Me too,” she said, “me too.”
Truth be told she wondered how long it would be before she could touch Jack again. Right now she didn’t want to sleep with a man ever again. Her insides tightened up just thinking about it.
Suddenly she heard a movement in Casey’s bedroom.
“Jack,” she whispered, “I’ve got to go.”
“What?” Jack sounded frantic,
“I’m hanging up.”
She did. And just in time. She could hear the sound of Casey’s bare feet padding through the sitting room towards her. There was a hard pounding on the door.
“Open this fucking door, Amy!” Casey shouted.
She closed her eyes and steeled herself. For one more morning she had to do what he wanted. Then he’d go to work and she’d never have to touch him again. Just one more morning. She hid her phone behind the sink. Then she stepped forward; forcing herself to open the door between them.
There was a flash it her head as a massive pain ripped through her jaw. Casey had hit her hard across the face; hard enough to make her hit the wall in the bathroom and slide down off her feet.
“Get the fuck up, bitch!”
Casey grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her to her feet.
“Casey!” She screamed, “please, Casey! Don’t!”
He put a hand on her head forcing her to look at him. His face hovered over her.
“Don’t you fucking get out of bed without me again, Amy!” he said, his snarling face was only inches from her.
“I won’t,” she was frantically trying to calm him down. He looked like he might’ve killed her if she didn’t do what he said. “I won’t, Casey. I… I’m sorry.”
Casey’s face got milder. He was frowning at her. As though suspicious of her answer. Amy wanted to be safe. More than anything she wanted to be safe. She decided to make sure he believed her. To make sure he knew he’d won. Her jaw hurt so badly she thought another hit would break it.
“I… I’ll come back to bed,” she said, “I’ll do… whatever you want.”
Casey paused. She could feel the beginnings of a hard-on pressing against her. His expression had changed to one of a different kind of violence. He grabbed hard between her legs forcing two fingers deep inside her. She winced, turning her head and letting him probe her.
“When I fucking wake up in the morning,” he said, pressing his damp body up against hers and fingering her, “I want to stick my fingers into your hot little cunt. Don’t ever fucking get out of bed before me again.”
“I won’t,” she was crying.
“I want to finger you,” Casey said, “I want to finger your hot little cunt.”
He was starting to hurt her; his fingers digging deeper. Scratching her inside. Her jaw still throbbed from where he’d hit her.
“Casey,” she winced, “Casey… let me… ahh… oh please…”
The pain between her legs was getting intense. Casey didn’t seem to care forcing his fingers deeper and deeper into her body.
“Casey… let me get cleaned up,” she tried, “… ah… please… I… I’ll come to bed… I’ll… I’ll let you touch me…”
“Fuck bitch!!” Casey shouted, “you’ll fucking let me!!”
He hit her again. Drawing more blood from her lip. She screamed; not able to speak. He grabbed her hair with one hand making her look at him; the other hand pushing his fingers further into her pussy.
“You don’t fucking get this do you, Amy!!” he snarled, “I’m not my limp-dick little brother!! If I want to finger you in bed I’ll finger you in bed! If I want to finger you in the fucking bathroom I’ll finger you in the fucking bathroom!! Shit, fuck this…”
He pulled her hair; forcing her body down towards the side of the bathtub.
“Bend over the side of the bath!” He shouted.
“Casey.” She tried,
“Do it!!” He spat from his mouth, “do one fucking thing without answering the fuck back!!”
She stayed where he’d put her. Her hands palm-down in the bath and her stomach resting on the side. Her hair was a shamble and there was blood at the corner of her mouth. Casey spread her legs like a cop making an arrest; hitting her inner thighs apart. His nude body pressed up against her.
“Now I’m gonna get back to fingering your little pussy, Amy,” he said.
She cried.
“If you so much as fucking breathe I’ll send you back to Jack in a fucking body-bag.”
She stared ahead; frightened but totally alone. She realised now that she was on her own with him. On her knees in his bathroom. He could do what he liked and no one would know. Her pussy was burning. Maybe if she let him do it for awhile without stopping him he’d run out of steam. She closed her eyes and tried to be elsewhere but she couldn’t block it out when she felt his middle finger touch her pussy; gliding slowly into her body. He pushed it in as far as it would go then pulled it back out. He did it again and again and again. At least he was going slowly now. He pulled it out and spread everything with his hands. Her pussy lips. Her ass cheeks. He stared at her bald, pink pussy. He wanted to drool. His cock was standing rigid.
He pulled her ass cheeks a little further apart and looked for a long time at her cute little hole. Amy knew he had a full view of everything and the disgust of that was almost too much to take.
“You’re so cute, Amy,” he said, letting go of her ass contentedly and lying the weight of his body down on her back.
She could hardly breathe, crushed between him and the bath.
“You’re so cute,” he said again, kissing her neck, “I’m sorry I hit you, baby…”
He lubed up his finger in his mouth and slipped it back into her pussy.
“…but I get so fucking crazy when you keep this cunt away from me. I spent enough fucking time away from this cunt…”
He forced his finger deeper.
“…jerking off thinking about you…”
He pulled out and lubed his finger up again; replacing it.
“… dreaming about fucking you…”
He forced his middle finger as far as it would go.
“… tell you what, baby… only time I wanna jerk off now is on top of you…”
She was so sore she could hardly think straight; hardly hear the vile things he was crooning in her ear. Then, suddenly, Casey’s cell phone went off in the sitting room.
“Fuck!!” He shouted, pulling his finger out of Amy’s pussy and listening, “Fuck!”
He laid the flat of his hand on Amy’s back. Holding her down. For a moment he had been thinking about telling her to wait there, bent over, legs spread, while he took the call. Then, with with the phone still ringing, he changed his mind:
“Fuck it…”
He turned back to Amy and started fingering her again.
“…let it fucking ring…”
It did ring. It rang as Casey lowered his head to Amy’s ass and let a white strand off spit fall out of his mouth onto her lower back. It rang as he used his middle finger to scoop the lube he’d made down between her legs. It rang as he started fingering her so hard her thighs hit the enamel. Then it stopped ringing and Casey slowed down; calmly pumping his finger backwards and forwards in and out of her warm pussy. Finally he stopped.
“Woo-wee,” he breathed, “that was so hot.”
He got up on his knees behind her and pulled back her ass cheeks to get another quick view of her asshole then he stood.
“You can get up.” He said
She pulled herself out of the bath and turned. Sitting with her legs under her. She was too ashamed to look up at him but out of the corner of her eye she saw him wanking his hard-on as he stared down at her. She closed her eyes.
“Get cleaned up,” he said, “then get your ass back into bed. I’ve got an hour before work.”
He made to leave. Still wanking off as he headed for bed.
“Oh, and…” he said, turning back to Amy before he left, “bring your cell phone with you.”
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