Safe from the Storm 2 by TrampsAnThieves

Safe from the Storm 2 by TrampsAnThieves

Immerse yourself in ‘Safe from the Storm 2’ by TrampsAnThieves, a tantalizing journey of passion and desire. Discover how unexpected encounters can ignite hidden fantasies, leading to an unforgettable night of allure and intimacy. Are you ready to embrace the storm?

This work of fiction is part of a series; if you did not already read the preceding chapters, please do that before starting this one.

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“What have I gotten myself into with you two?” I asked, as I headed for the freeway.

“A wife …” my sister said.

“… and a free-use side-bitch,” Kelsey added.

I looked over at my sister. She was quiet – watching my face.

“I wasn’t ready for you,” I told her, “but mom and dad forced the issue – well – after you forced yourself on me.”

“I know,” she admitted, her lower lip trembling.

“Knock that shit off,” I told her.

She dabbed at the corner of her eye and straightened her face up.

“You and I need to figure some shit out before I’m ready to even consider adding another person into the mix,” I told her.

She grabbed Kelsey’s hand, squeezed her fingers, and said, “She can wait. She’ll be safe. Maybe she can look for somebody at class.”

“Okay,” I said. “No more ‘side-bitch’ talk for – let’s say – a year.”

“Okay,” Renee said.

I looked at Kelsey.

“Okay,” she said, giving me puppy-dog eyes.

“She and I can still be naughty, though, right?” my sister asked.

As I turned back to look at my sister, Kelsey curled her body around her. I shook my head and sighed. I didn’t bother to answer.

I focused on the road. Soon, I noticed fingers creeping across my thigh. I turned and glared at my little sister.

“No,” I said.

She stuck her lower-lip out in a pout. I noticed that Kelsey’s hand was on top of Renee’s thigh.

“Renee Irene …,” I growled.

She pulled her hand away like I’d breathed fire on it.

For the next couple hours, the two of them slept. They were curled together in a ball – an adorable ball. I glanced at their cute faces and their attractive bodies.

Two months ago, I’d been happily single – focused on graduating and making the transition from student to productive citizen.

My sister’s 18th birthday had shattered that dream. Honestly, I wasn’t mad at Renee. I’d already pretty much escaped the drama back home. She was still mired in it. Her birthday had just been the spark that ignited the tinderbox – which had turned into a forest fire when the police were called.

I thought back to all of the ways that my parents continued to choose Stacy over Renee. I was ignored or side-lined as well – I just didn’t care as much. Ultimately, I was happy that I’d been standing there when it all went down – able to help my little sister finally get out from under that oppressive cloud.

I still wasn’t sure that I wanted to be “married” but I couldn’t argue the fact that it felt so good to have my cock buried inside of my little sister’s vagina – especially as my jizz spurted into her. The thought of getting her pregnant didn’t scare me – it excited me. I’m some kind of social deviant but I seriously refuse to consider my various forms of love for my little sister as anything unholy. I had peace about it.

Right now, honestly, my only hesitation, with any of this, was in leaving Mary in the situation she was in. The desperation in her eyes and voice made my heart hurt. If it came down to it, I would wrap my arms around Kelsey and maybe – maybe – even welcome her into bed with Renee and me – but I really wanted time to get things settled with my sibling before we complicated things anymore.

Why did it feel like I was being cornered into more and more bad decisions? I didn’t blame the girls – or Mary. It didn’t feel like they were manufacturing this. In fact, I felt like they had endured the hostile environment for so long that I had no choice but to get them out of it as quickly as possible – the moment I became truly aware of what they’d been going through.

I couldn’t very well be mad at Renee for caring for Kelsey – no matter what form that took. I didn’t want to be a part of it though. Well – honestly – I wanted to. What virile male wouldn’t jump at the idea of two 18-year-old girls working together to pleasure him. Kelsey’s promises had been lewd and brazen – and they made my balls churn – but I needed to get my head on straight first.

If the two of them were engaging in sex-play in front of me, this was going to be more than I could handle. Watching the two of them make out – or eat each other to climax? My cock was so stiff – just thinking about it – that it was hurting. I could almost smell my lust – or maybe my pre-cum – swirling around the passenger space of the car.

I needed to set firm boundaries and get them to stay in their lanes. The only way that I knew to do that was to offer rewards for achieving goals.

Two hours later, as I left the freeway, the girls began stirring. I waited for them to both be awake and alert and then I began my lecture.

“I’m not going to be able to endure the two of you being frisky in front of or near me,” I told them. “All of your little antics have to take place in Kelsey’s room and I don’t want to know about them.”

The two of them nodded.

“Kelsey is not allowed in my bedroom. If she gets enrolled, works hard, keeps her grades up, and finishes the semester strong, I will come to Kelsey’s room and allow myself to be tied to the bed for one night. In the morning, you have to untie me.”

The two of them looked at each other and giggled.

“We’ll proceed, semester by semester and talk about any changes to the arrangement as a group.”

“I promise to be a really good girl, daddy,” Kelsey cooed. “You can even check my pussy every once in a while to make sure my hymen’s still there …”

“Good lord!” I sighed.

I tried not to think about what the scenario (that she had just described) would look like – but the more I tried not to, the harder my dick got. Finally, I focused on traffic and getting us home without an accident – either vehicular – or in my pants.

I pulled into the drive, put the car into ‘park’, and turned off the key.

“Grab your things,” I told the girls. “Once we’re ready to head inside, I’ll give the key to Kelsey. You unlock and open the door and step into the front room. I would like to carry my bride across the threshold into our home.”

“Awwz,” Kelsey purred, “a hopeless romantic. My heart is all aflutter.”

“Shut up,” Renee giggled at her friend, leaning over to offer me a quick kiss – which I (of course) accepted.

Once the girls had their bags, we queued up for the door. Kelsey had a backpack, a shitty suitcase, and two big All-Mart bags with clothes in them. I took the suitcase and handed her the key. She grinned at me.

She climbed the three steps and struggled with the lock for a minute. Finally, she got it to release. She twisted the knob, shouldered the door, and stepped inside.

I looked up as she yelled, “What the hell?!”

A boy that looked like he wasn’t old enough to drive shoved past her. She dropped the plastic bag as his foot pulled it from her hand. The clothes didn’t give him enough purchase on the next step to get the angle he wanted. His ankle went one way and his body went the other. His head was destined for the concrete stair and I thrusted the rugged suitcase under his chest. He didn’t crack his head open but he looked more like a pretzel than a person when he came to rest.

Meanwhile, a second kid cleared the plastic bag, the stairs, and his friend. He was headed directly for me. I leaned back and raised my foot – which caught him in the stomach – high enough to vacate his lungs. He crumpled into a pile on top of his buddy – who already didn’t look well.

I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture of the scene – and then dialed 9-1-1. Once the girls were inside, I carried the boys in and dropped them onto the couch. I grabbed the plastic-wrap from the kitchen and bundled their calves in a few wraps. I put the cling-wrap box away again. I returned to the front room and sat where I could keep an eye on our new friends. Kelsey took pictures of the inside of the house where they’d broken the window and Renee took pictures from the outside.

I told my sister where the toolbox was so that she could grab the measuring tape. I warned the girls that we were headed to the home-improvement place for something to shore up our defenses before we did anything else.

Renee used the tape and Kelsey wrote down the measurements. They measured the glass for the window that was busted. I also had them measure each of the window frames – inner and outer dimensions. My plan was to come up with some kind of grate or bars for each one. I was determined to prevent anyone else from using those to get into our home.

Several minutes later, the police arrived and we started with stories, followed by pictures, followed by quick interviews. Parents appeared, scowled at their kids, and then promised us that it would never happen again.

The boys claimed that they thought the house was vacant and they’d just been curious. I was half-tempted to keep the step-ladder they borrowed from one of their dads but decided that I was happy enough that it hadn’t been real burglars and that Kelsey hadn’t been hurt.

I made sure to tell each of the parents that they’d not only scared the hell out of her but physically shoved past her to escape. The boys’ apologies didn’t satisfy me but Kelsey thanked them anyway. I scowled at their fathers, letting them know that pain and death awaited them and their heathenous offspring if any of them set foot in my house again.

Once the police were gone, I taped a piece of cardboard over the window and we went to the car. We stopped at the taco place, ate a quick dinner, and headed to the hardware store.

An hour later, I had the supplies and the tools to make things a little more challenging for anyone who wanted to try to get into our home. I also had a new Plexiglas window to cover the hole until I was able to replace the glass.

That night, I only had time to fix the busted window, and to attach the makeshift grate to that and two other windows.