Page 112 of Where Sinners Repent

In my mirror, I see Kaleb riding close enough that we’re almost side by side. With a rev of his bike, he boosts ahead.

Roxy fidgets again, a raw sound tearing from her. Kaleb’s head whips to the side in a flash.

“What was that?” he growls.

I don’t answer and of course, the girl can’t either. By now, saliva will be pooling in her mouth and dripping down her chin. Down her neck. The way the seat curves will be pushing on the butt plug with every jerk on the bike.

Kaleb eases his bike enough to drop back next to us, his head cocking to the side to stare at her.

“Black Cat?” he murmurs.

“She can hear you,” I smirk.

With that, I speed off. Feeling her tense and squirm behind me makes my cock ache. Kaleb groans through the speakers, and he follows close. It doesn’t take long before I’m pulling up in an empty car park.

A small little cove, with a rocky beach, sits just past the carpark. The soft lull of water lapping gently is the only thing I can hear. It’s nothing like the beaches people travel far to see. In fact, it’s a shitty, murky poor excuse for a beach that most sane people would avoid.

For me, it’s the place I last laughed. We were about five, sneaking out on a summer evening with our underwear on. We swam until our limbs ached, and the salt stung my wounds. When we went to leave, Kaleb slipped on the mossy part of the ramp and went ass over head. I wheezed so hard his scowl turned into a smile. The next thing, we were both doubled over laughing.

That night I was beaten to an inch of my life, for coming back wet and hungry. Not much felt funny after that.

I barely have a chance to slide my helmet off and inhale the sharp scent of rusting metal and fuel drifting from the harbour before Kaleb screeches to a stop and cuts his engine.

To everyone else, the rotting seaweed and salty air probably smells revolting. To me, it’s the best smell in the world. Second to smell of Roxy when her skin coats in sweat and her true musk comes out.

Kaleb’s helmet comes off, and he marches towards us. Even in the dark, I can see the hunger radiating off him. I place the bike on the stand and swing my leg off, watching as Kaleb looms over her tense body.

His fingers work the strap of her helmet, which by now would be sopping wet. Sliding it off, he reveals my messy girl. The ring still stretches her mouth wide open, and her hair is all mussed up from the helmet and the wind. Her eyes are watering. But nothing like the way saliva pools in her mouth, spilling past her lips.

Kaleb growls, sticking four fingers against her tongue. She gags at the intrusion, spilling more drool down her chin. Her body jolts with every movement.

“Fuck,” he grits out.

She whimpers as he pulls his hand out, the thing coming out shiny with strands of spit trailing between them.

When I turn the key and the motor dies, vibrations still fill the air from the toy lodged deep in her ass. That makes my brother’s eyes flare.

“Naughty little Black Cat,” he rumbles.

Her eyes flick between us. A shudder rolls through her, and Kaleb takes one look around to confirm that we are alone before ripping her hoodie off.

“Let’s take off this monstrosity,” he murmurs, throwing the thing over his own bike.

She shivers against the cold; the breeze from the water carries a harsh bite. Nipples drawn tight, Kaleb skates his hands up and down her body. Only for a second, though. Because I’m on the other side of the bike, yanking her off, and bending her over the leather seat. My fingers wrap around the waistband of her pants and yank them down, revealing the vibrating toy.

Goddamn, her ass is magnificent. So round and full. My hand lands against the soft flesh with a loud crack, and she jolts forward with a scream. My handprint blooms red across her skin in an instant. I do it again, harder this time.

She sobs, the sound muffled by her stretched jaw.

My fingers wrap around the end of the toy, giving it a testing tug. It’s snug in her ass, nervousness making her tense around it. Pulling it firmer this time, half of it slips out.

Her body heaves with another gag, and I glance at my brother who has his cock out and is sliding it through the ring.

The wet noises of him slipping in and out has my own cock rock hard. For a moment, I fuck her tight hole with the toy. Pulling it almost all the way out before shoving it deep inside her. She takes it so well.

Continuing to fuck her tiny hole, I crouch behind her. I’ve never seen a pussy look so sweet. Soft lips, shiny with her arousal. A landing strip that begs me to rip at it and make her scream.

Just like I knew she’d be, she’s dripping from the ride over here. Perfect.