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FIVE

Lula

My mother screeches my name again as I stumble to grab my purse. Scotch’s fingers lace with mine as he tucks a bottle of champagne under his arm and leads me out the back door.

He pulls me by the hand like we’re Bonnie and Clyde toward an enormous all black pickup. In one move, he opens the door and lifts me up as I pull on the hand hold until I’m in the seat, turning to see him flash me that magic smile, adding a killer wink this time.

A second later, he’s in the driver’s seat and we are zooming out of the parking lot, wheels spinning as Every Rose Has Its Thorn plays on the radio and I realize this is probably the most adventure I’ve had in my whole life. The truck rumbles and vibrates as he reaches over and slips his fingers between mine.

This is so wrong. He’s family and I barely know him. The contrast of those two things not lost on me but neither of them seem to dampen the desire that’s thundering between my legs and drumming in my chest.

“Where are we going?” I manage through the lump lodged in my throat.

“You’ll see, just up here.” He slows the truck, taking a left onto a little dirt strip that looks like it doesn’t belong on this urban side of town. My tits bounce on the rough road and I catch Scotch admiring the view even in the low light of the truck cab.

“Your tits make my mouth water.”

Heat rises on my cheeks. “That so?” I inspect myself. “They are pretty nice. Real too. That seems to be a novelty tonight.”

A low chuckle leaves his throat. “True enough, little girl.” The closed in trees along the road open up and across a long stretch of grass is a stunning lake. Not like a Great Lake, but not a pond either. The silver slice of the crescent moon flickers on the glass surface of the water as Scotch parks the truck right at the water’s edge and turns off the engine.

“What is this?” I look around for a sign that maybe it’s a public park or something.

“My own private Idaho,” he says, clicking his tongue as he hops out of the truck, coming around to open my door, helping me down then reaching inside to grab the champagne. “I own the property. Had some ideas on what to do with it at one time. An apartment complex or an industrial park. But, it’s fucking pretty and in his city, places like this are rare, so I’ve just left it as is. For now.”

The sultry air wraps around me as his hand brushes down my hair. There’s crickets chirping and the traffic sound from the road has disappeared.

He holds up the bottle of champagne in his other hand.

“Oh, sorry, I don’t drink.” I lick my lips, expecting him to be disappointed but instead he nods and tosses the bottle over his head into the woods. “I don’t have, like, a drinking problem. I just… I hate the taste.”

It’s a lie. I’ve never had a drink. I’m just eighteen and I’m sort of a rule follower. Besides, I held back enough hair as my friends in high school puked after a night of fun. Not a good look. I’ll pass, thank you.

“I don’t drink either. At least not alcohol, but I do have a few other choices.”

He opens the back door of the truck, reaching up and pulling out four smallish bottles in his hands.

“Take your pick. Pomegranate is my favorite.”

“Is that Morrow’s Juice?” I step forward, grabbing one of the square glass bottles staring at the label. “I love this stuff. It’s like seven dollars a bottle.”

“It’s damn good. All I drink besides water.” He trails his eye down until they are locked on my crotch. “Until you.”

“What?” I ask, stepping forward, this whole night making me feel like something inside me has cracked open and I don’t care anymore. “Are you insinuating you’d like to drink from somewhere else?”

Scotch’s hand darts out and his fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me forward. “You being a tease, little sister?”

“Just asking a question. You avoiding the answer?” I challenge, this push-pull power play heady and tense but so fucking hot. He shakes his head, standing steady, pulling me by the hair closer, tracing the backs of his fingers down my sternum as my skin prickles and a shiver makes me close my eyes for a second.

“Nope. I just don’t like being questioned. I like my actions to speak for me.”

“Man of action. I like that.” I lick my lips as he releases my hair, only to reach out and take a handful of my breast like a melon he just bought at the market.

I hiss an inhale as he squeezes, his eyes on mine, that smirky little smile curving his stupid sexy lips and that hair dangling on his forehead.

“You ever had action before, little girl? Daddy thinks you’re a pure little snowflake.”

Daddy has the same effect on me as good girl did and my knees turn to Jello.

The crickets are drowned out by the thumping of my heart as his hand works my breast and his dark eyes narrow.

“I’m going to drink from that little honey pot of yours, sister. No one has to know. You won’t tell, will you?”

He steps forward, his body against mine as the last of my breath leaves my lungs.

“I won’t tell.” It’s my voice but I’m not sure it’s me saying it. “I promise.”

Did I just say that? Is this a game or…

Scotch explodes forward, grabbing me by the waist and throwing me down on the cool grass, already tugging at the waist of my pants as I work the button and zipper.

There’s fire in his brown eyes, desperation and danger and I have no idea who I am right now, but for the first time in my life, I’m not thinking of anyone but me.

“Son of a bitch, you’re a temptation I never expected, Lula.”

I push my hips up as he strips my pants down my legs, then fight to get my boots off like there’s a bomb about to go off any second if I’m too slow.

“I’m a virgin,” I announce, as if he didn’t know, but I want it out there.

“I’m only going to taste that sweet cherry tonight. Probably turn that ass over for a nice spanking too just because I want to. But breeding that little honey hole of yours is going to wait for another time. Daddy will make it special, little girl. But right now, I can smell your heat. That slick baby maker of yours is going to drip all over my face, isn’t it?”

“If that’s what Daddy likes,” I play, the game hotter than I could have imagined. My inhibitions left back on that dancefloor with Lula Laurence.

Right now, I’m channeling Lula Fierce hard.

“First, I want another kiss—”

The words are barely out of his mouth as I launch myself upward, grabbing behind his neck, dragging him down on top of me. I’m melting against his huge body. The aching in my pussy turns to straight up pain as he claims my mouth and settles his hips between my open legs.

I struggle for air as our kiss is furious and he starts to rock my world with the hard length behind his zipper.

God, I want him. I have no idea who I’ve become but I’m pretty sure Lula Fierce is taking control right now.

“Fuck.” Scotch grunts in pure pain. “I need a drink.”

He tugs my shirt upward, then my bra down, exposing my breasts in between the white fabric as he lowers his face and draws hard on one side, then the other, making me pant and sob.

He licks down my belly, moaning like he’s found paradise as the moon watches from above.

“You made me so fucking hard tonight.” He says as he kisses my belly button, shoving my legs wide with his hands then makes this strangled, desperate sound as he draws a deep inhale over my open pussy.

“I like this little patch of curls. Just right.” He tickles the bit of hair on my mound as he parts my folds with the flat of his tongue sending me into orbit.

“Oh shit…” I yelp, arching my back, pressing my head into the grass, reaching out, trying to hold on to something, anything, to keep me from flying apart into a million tiny pieces.

Rough hands scrape up and down my thighs before settling in the crook, thumbs spreading my outer lips, exposing me completely to his ravishing mouth.

This is so wrong. I’ve never thought of what a mouth down there would really feel like but Jesus to the heavens it’s indescribable.

“I’m going to stuff my cock in this hot little hole soon. You want Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

“Um hmm.” I choke out, before babbling something else unintelligible as he licks and flicks the tip of his tongue over the sensitive little nub that’s the center of my world right now.

I reach up and dig my fingers into my forehead, covering my eyes, driving my hips upward into the magician that’s taking control of my world with his mouth.

My stepbrother is a magician.

Blackness and stars is all I see behind my hands as a dangerous pleasure starts to build. Scotch’s tongue it hyper focused on my clit as a finger punches inside of me.

“Daddy’s going to make you explode. Barely able to get a finger in this little girl hole.” He vibrates against me, my core clenching as his other hands keeps my lower lips spread wide.

The pleasure starts to whip into a swirling frenzy as he goes back to my pleasure nub. Eating and lapping and making as much noise as me which only makes the pleasure more intense.

My hands fly down to his head, tangling in his hair as I see him looking up, watching me as my lust starts to launch and his eyes flicker with desire.

I’m off. Launching to the stars, spinning through the universe as he holds my twisting, bucking body against his ravaging mouth. His fingers dig into my thighs, keeping me mounted on his face as his tongue laps and prods, dancing at my opening, then fucking in and out as I catapult into another realm.

I’m a trembling, babbling mess when I start to come down, pulling Scotch upward as he latches his lips on mine and I taste my desire.

“So sexy, sister. I’ve never enjoyed an orgasm so much. My own included.”

“I’ve never enjoyed one at all.”

“What? You didn’t like that?” Confusion creases his brow.

“No, I mean, I’ve never had one before now.”

“Baby, you serious?” He brushes my hair from my forehead. “You gave Daddy your first? Such a good girl. I love that I’m the one that taught you how to come. Now, you’re going to do it for me a lot. Whenever I want.”

I nod, pumping my hips upward against the hardness he’s grinding against me. “What about you?” I ask as his eyes go black, that hair back on his forehead, the silver chain around his neck dangling down and cool against my chest.

“I’m going to fuck you. I’ll have that tart little girl cherry but not now. I like you like this for the moment. Needy. Wanting.”

The fact that he’s keeping it from me only makes me want him more.

“Please…” I think for a second then decide to go all the way with this. “I want Daddy to teach me everything.”

“Fuck, little girl. You say that again and I might not be able to stop.”

“I won’t tell.”

That cracks open the fury I feel inside him. He starts humping against me and I wiggle back, that desperate tension growing fast.

“That’s it. Rub yourself against me, baby. I’m going to get a little relief, but soon, we’re going to take care of me right. Fucking my dirty little sister. Shit, Lula, wiggle those hips on me. Make me come.”

I do as he asks, because I want to see him come. I want to hear it and know what it sounds like. We rock and shift and grind until Scotch’s eyes are slits, his arms straight as he holds himself up, our centers locked together.

“I’m right there. You’re making Daddy so fucking happy. Pout for me baby, pout and tell me how good it feels…I can’t stop. I’m sorry little one…”

I barely get the bottom of my lip out before he’s cursing into the night and his face twists into a knot.

His body falls onto mine, heavy as he humps against me violently, hands in my hair as I lose myself again, crying out and wrapping my hands around his shoulders, pulling his body closer as we jerk and spasm and quake.

His teeth rake over the soft flesh of my neck as we come down panting and softening as I hear One Of Those Nights playing softly from inside the cab of the truck.

“Oh no.”

Scotch pushes up, kissing my cheek before easing back on his knees and pulling me up. “What’s oh no?” he says as he flicks my nipples, then adjusts my bra and blouse so I’m covered.

“That’s my dad’s ringtone. He’s sick, I take care of him. Told him to call if he needed me and he hardly ever does. Something must be wrong…”

“Okay, baby. Let’s get you dressed, I’ll take you there.”

“No.” I shake my head, grabbing for my pants. “I’ll call, then just take me back to my car. I’ve got some of his meds I picked up while I was out.”

“Okay. Let’s get you dressed.”

“It’s not an emergency, but he needs one of the medications. It’s for pain, he was out and doesn’t need it much, but when he does…”

“It’s okay.”

We’re driving. Dad finally answered and I’ll run in and say goodbye to Mom and spend the rest of the evening wondering what the heck just happened.

Back inside the club, it’s turned into a frenzy. There’s not a table open, people are packed in and as soon as we are inside the door, Scotch is swallowed up by a group and I see my mother on top of a table with some of the dancers.

I wiggle through the crowd, the music so loud my eardrums hurt. I checked my TikTok on the drive and my latest post is at almost 200K. That’s my best yet and I want to get home and make another one.

I never show my face and use a filter for my body. Going viral as a plus-sized freckled red head is unlikely so I use the technology provided to let people hear my voice and not judge me by my looks.

Mom sees me and frowns as I point to the door and my phone. She climbs down, helped by a few of the patrons. Larry is nowhere to be seen.

“It’s Dad!” I yell. “He needs some mediation.”

She shakes her head. “Young lady, you were out of line tonight.”

I don’t have time for this. She’s the one dancing drunk on the stripper pole and the tables.

I just nod. “Yeah…” I glance over my shoulder to see Scotch surrounded by girls dancing, looking at his phone. “I gotta go.”

He’s not even looking for me. That whole Daddy thing tumbles around me as I realize, I’ve more than likely been played by my new stepbrother and there’s nothing in this life that feels right for me.

I know the way out the back thanks to my new brother, so before I can make this night any more disastrous, I bow out the back door and pray someday, Lula Fierce will take me away from all this.