Truth or Dare with my sister and friends. Part 9

Part 9 of a story that started as fun truth or dare then turned Dark. Yall have waited long enough.

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Thanks, XJ. That background is **essential**—and I’m really glad you included it. I’ll pick back up with **Scene 1** now, continuing **Amy’s first-person POV** as she regains consciousness and the story shifts into recovery, emotional chaos, and Billy’s support. The dream fragments you gave are perfect to insert between her blackout and the moment she wakes up in Leslie’s arms.

I’ll keep POV consistent, tighten language, and strike a balance between raw emotion and readability. Here's the updated scene:

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Chapter 9

Amy’s POV

I don’t know where I am.

Everything is cold. My chest won’t rise. My lungs scream. But I can’t move.

Then the dream starts.

Billy, grinning, watches me at the lake in my first bikini. His eyes glow with something proud, something more. My thighs press together. I’m soaked.

...

I see him peeking through the cracked bathroom door, and I pretend not to notice. His gaze lingers. My pussy drips just from the idea of him watching.

...

I stopped wearing underwear at night. Just thin pajamas. Just to feel his hard cock brush against me when we cuddled.

...

But now… nothing. Everything fades.

Until a voice cuts through the dark.

“AMY!”
..
...
.

It’s Leslie—screaming, shaking me. Her voice cracks, thick with panic.

“AMY, COME BACK TO ME!”

.

..

...

The world slams back into me like a punch to the chest. I gasp.

Air tears through my throat like sandpaper. It hurts. Fuck, it hurts.

I blink. Once. Twice.

My vision clears just enough to see Leslie’s face, wet with tears.

Timmy is sprawled beside me, his body limp, blood pooling beneath his head.

The fog is receding.

I try to move.

I breath again.
...

I’m wet.

“Billy…” I whisper. My voice is thin. Barely there.

Why am I wet?

Then it hits me.

The weight of what happened.

Anthony.

The rage in his voice. The hand around my throat. My legs pinned. His cock... no...

Oh God.

I scream. Thrashing. Fighting the arms around me. I claw at Leslie without meaning to.

“Get off me! BILLY! HELP ME!”

I sob uncontrollably.

“Billy, please... I need you!”

And then I see him. Anthony. Bloodied. Barely recognizable. Billy and Jason are still kicking the shit out of him, pounding him into the floor.

That fucking fucktard… I hope he’s fucking dead.

He raped me.

I reach between my legs. I feel it, the slickness that doesn’t belong to me. I recoil. My breath shatters. My stomach turns.

He came in me.

He was inside me. And I couldn’t stop him.

I can still fill where his cock never should have been.

My period ended yesterday. Oh God, oh God, am I pregnant?

Too soon I pray....

“Enough!” Leslie’s voice snaps the room into silence. “Tie him up. We’ll figure out what to do later.”

“Billy!” I cry again. “Please, I need you!”

Billy spits on Anthony’s face. “You’re lucky she’s stopping me. I would’ve killed you. That’s my sister, you fucking maggot.”

He kicks him hard, square in the balls, then turns and rushes to me.

He drops to his knees, wrapping me up like I’m something fragile, something broken but worth saving.

I bury my face into his chest. His scent. His warmth. My lungs ache. My ribs feel cracked. But I start to calm.

Billy kisses my forehead, comforting me.

“I love you,” I whisper into his shoulder. “Thank you. I thought I was dying.”

He doesn’t say a word. He just pulls me closer, his breath shaking.

Then he lifts me easily his arms cradling me as if nothing else in the world exists.

"Billy I thought I died, but you were there, just like before." I continue to sob.

He carries my dirty, spoiled, naked body outside.

The night is quiet. Too quiet. The pool glows under the light, still and calm, like none of this ever happened.

Billy walks us into the shallow end.

The cool water hits my skin. I flinch. He holds me tighter, in an attempt to wash away the horror of what just happened.

Behind us, Jasmine brings out a washcloth and soap. She doesn’t say a word. Just hands them to Billy and disappears.

Billy Eases me into his lap as washes me slowly, carefully. I want to protest... he’s my brother, but I can’t.
Our bodies still betray us slightly in such a intimate setting regardless I can feel him and my body still wants him, wants him to erase the horror with love.

He’s the only person I trust.

The only person who makes me feel safe.

I look up at him. His eyes are red.

“You were the last person I thought of,” I whisper. “Your smile… the times we laughed… all those silly moments, spying on each other when we were kids. When we touched each other for the first time."

“I love you, Billy. I always have. Earlier... I wanted it to be you instead of Jason.” My virginity has always been yours. You fucking Leslie twisted something in my mind.

He doesn’t speak for a long time. Then quietly, “Leslie, Jasmine or whom ever they are not you. You’re my twin. We’re a part of each other. No one can take that from us.”

Tears slip from his eyes.

“I thought I lost you, sis.”

He pulls me close. His chest is solid. I feel it, his body, his strength… and something else.

He’s hard, my vulnerability turns him on... Is that sick or love. I love him and would do anything for him.

His hardness is almost all I feel now. My mind is having a hard time with reality.

Jasmine... Leslie... me....

“I’m yours forever,” he whispers. “If you’ll have me.”

He pulls me tightly against his chest, holding me like he never wants to let go.
Timing is shit. I can feel his manhood he’s hard.

“Of course I will,” I smile, broken but trying.

His confession means more to me than he will ever know. I don't know if i will ever trust another man. But i will always know my Billy has what's best for me in mind. I have seen how Leslie is and have to add.

“Just depends if Leslie lets us.”

We both laugh... just enough to not fall apart. Even in my darkest hour being close to him makes me feel like he can fix the entire world with his presence. I have almost forgotten about what happened to me.

He leans down, his lips brushing mine. Soft. Careful.

Then everything we’ve buried floods to the surface.

This kiss isn’t desperate. It’s not hormonal. It’s real.

When our lips meet again, something opens between us, a passion, a desire we buried, like a dam breaking, but gently. His hand cradles my face, and I melt into him. I taste salt. Tears. His and mine.

There’s no shame. No confusion. Just us.

I press against him, my breast meeting the warmth of his chest. My brother’s perfect body is solid, strong, the kind of strength that didn’t just protect, it anchored and defended.

I feel my breath catching as my body reacts to our new devotion.

I can’t let Anthony be the last thing that was in my body. I can't be scarred with hate when I can love so much...

He cups my face again, his touch deeper now . He kisses me slowly, and a new longing builds deep within me. Every part of me feels awake in his arms, as though the world has narrowed to the space between our hearts.

I need him to fill the void that was torn open inside me earlier. But can I let him? Is it too soon?

(Suddenly the back door opens and Jason marches Anthony to a tree in the yard. They handcuff him to it. A stream is flowing from Jason as he pisses all over Anthony’s face, body and dick. He heads back inside.)

I lost my virginity to Jason, his best friend. It wasn’t forced. I said yes. I even enjoyed it, at least physically. There was no depth, no real emotion I was feeding off of the Jason-Jessica duo.

Billy takes me into his arms and we retreat away the terrible human stain physically washed from me. He carries me inside.
His cock is still rigid I can feel it against me as we walk.

The thought of any cock right now twists my stomach. But , not Billy's even that is comforting.

He sits in the recliner, still holding me.

And now I’m here, in Billy’s arms.
The one person who sees me, who holds me like I still matter.

I keep wondering if all of this makes me too far gone. If saying yes to Jason, then surviving what came next, adds up to something unforgivable.

I still feel stained, confused, and tired.

But when Billy looks at me, I don’t see judgment. I see care.

Is it wrong to want this? To want him to be the one who puts me back together?

Or is this what healing looks like?

As i cuddle to his chest, I place his hand between my legs. I clamp my legs holding his hand against me. The feeling of his hand protecting me makes me feel safe.... and wet.

Jessica’s POV

(Before the incident in the pool)

Where the fuck does Jasmine think she’s going...

Billy tossed her aside earlier, so now she thinks Jason’s up for grabs?
I don’t think so.
She’s about to learn something the hard way.
I will slice a bitch’s throat if she thinks she can take my brother from me.

I intercept her without a second thought, planting myself between her and Jason like a wall. Before she can say a word, I step into his arms, wrapping myself around him. My legs lock around his waist. My arms circle his neck. Mine. He is mine.

I tilt my head and press kisses along the trail of hickeys already dark on his throat. Leslie, Tasha, and I have been branding him all day. I plan to make sure he never forgets who gave him his first orgasm. Who owns him now.

I love Tasha, I’d never deny her... I’d share him with her and Leslie. But Jasmine?

No.

Not her. If something’s going to happen, I want to know, or be part of it. We made that pact. Truth or dare wasn’t just a game. I’m not giving him up again.

Jason mumbles something to Jasmine, some sweet talk bullshit, probably trying to let her down easy. I don’t care. I make sure she sees it... sees us.

I grind my cunt against his cock. I feel it swell, the veins of his cock against my swollen cunt as I grind into him.

My lips find his chest.

I pull him to my breast offering him my nipples as if I was his mommy.

He doesn’t hesitate. He latches on.

We sink down to the steps of the pool, a familiar place now.
Just hours ago I had my first ever orgasm against him in this position. His mouth was magic, his body even better.

He is amazing.

He is mine.

He watches Jasmine walk away, and for a second I wonder... would he rather be with her?
But then he looks at me again, really looks, and reclaims my breast with his mouth, teasing, sucking, licking.

My pussy floods, eager for him, already soaked.

It wants him again too, my kitty is preparing her self for his size.

I reach down and hold him against me. He’s massive. I love the way he feels in my hand, thick and pulsing.

He is so large. I need him inside me.

“Please,” I whisper, panting, “make love to me.”

I don’t even care that I’m the one begging. I want this. I want him.

He kisses me again, slow and deep, and I line his cock up myself. My lips part, and the head slips inside with ease, thanks to the mess we made earlier.
He stretches me, fills me, hurts just enough to make it perfect. I gasp as he slides in... I gasp it hurts so good.

I want all of him in me.

Weightless in the water, I bounce on the few inches I can handle. I try to find a rhythm, but it’s awkward. I can only move a few inches.
I’m getting frustrated.

I want more, but my body won’t cooperate.

I can’t get any consistent motion. If I ain’t enjoying this then neither is Jason.

Jason feels and sees it too.

Suddenly, he stands, lifting me up and thrusting hard, sliding all the way in with one thrust.

My back arches. The pressure is unbearable and incredible at once. I float in his arms as he starts to thrust, water slapping softly around us.

His thumb finds my clit and circles... oh my God... whatever he’s doing, he better not stop.

Overcome by the building orgasm I shout to him.

“I love you so much,”

I cry out, overwhelmed. I can’t hold it in anymore.

His cock, his thumb, his love, it all hits at once. Did I mention his soft oh my fucking god thumb... the work it is doing as he fills me.

I feel my self overcome with emotion as my body quivers, my cunt contracts around him. It wants more of his seed.

He slows as I tighten around him. My hips take over, grinding, fucking him back with everything I have left. I pump my hips not wanting to lose a second of this amazing orgasm.
I feel my abs clenching with the effort. I look down, surprised at the definition. I didn’t even know I had muscles there.

I sit upright in his arms, rubbing myself against him, every inch of me buzzing with need.

He will never desire anyone more than me.
A yearning and fear builds. But I need it I need him to have me.
I find his earlobe. I suck it, lick it and whisper my intentions

“I want you to have me in every way,”
“Please... take my ass, I can handle it.”

His reaction isn’t what I expect. His face hardens, not with desire... but guilt.

"Not tonight baby, I have had enough of the Butt stuff." He says.

I am shocked at his reply, but then I understand.
I was in the shower with Tasha I don’t know what happened. But he is done with Butt stuff for the night.

I play on the guilty conscious biting my lip.

I say “You don’t want me.” Pushing that bottom lip out.

Then I wink letting him know I was playing. .

His eyes darken. A switch flips.

He growls, spins me around in his arms, and slams back into me from behind. I cry out as his thick cock splits me open again, water softening the shock of his thrusts.

Every time he hits my cervix, I see stars. I’ll never get enough of this man. Never.

“I need your seed,” I whisper... My need pushes him over the edge.

He thrust hard and then i feel him pulsing deep in my flooded womb.

Our mutual orgasm ruined by a scream...

Tasha’s voice pierces the night.

“Jason! Help! Please!”

She’s screaming, frantic.

The love is gone. Emptiness crashes into me like a wave. Fear rushes in its place.

Jason pulls out and bolts toward the house, water trailing behind him. Billy follows.

Our cums pours out of my sore cunt as I try to walk.

I’m slower, I hurt but I make my way to the door leaving a trail of us both along the way.

Tasha’s face is bruised. She’s shaking, trying to speak. Jason lifts her into his arms, whispering to calm her down.

Then I hear Leslie scream inside the house.

I step forward and see it.

Amy. Timmy. Both on the floor.

Anthony on top of Amy.

No.

Leslie doesn’t hesitate. She kicks him in the face so hard, teeth fly from his mouth. He stumbles back, stunned. She drops to her knees beside Amy, searching for a pulse.

“She’s not breathing!” Leslie cries.

Tasha whispers, “No, no, no... please God no.”

Jasmine kneels beside her. “She still has a pulse... barely.”

Leslie starts rescue breathing, breathing into Amy, again and again.

I grab Tasha’s hand. We move to Timmy. He’s out cold, blood on his face, but breathing.

Jason and Billy get to Anthony and start beating the shit out of him. What’s left of him isn’t even human.

Leslie checks Amy again, then shouts, “She’s breathing... we got her back!”

We see the cum traces on her stomach, pussy and floor.

Amy gasps, eyes wide, panic in her face. “Billy... I need Billy...”

Everything seemed to have happened so fast.

I mean from them walking inside to Tasha running screaming outside was what maybe 2-3 minutes.

I think back and realize I was in heaven with Jason and who knows how much time could have actually passed.

Amy is finds her breath and her legs.
She is weakly crying for her Brother.
When Billy finally hears he delivers a final ragefull kick into Anthony’s Balls.

He rushes to her, cradling her close. Her cries shake through the room. He doesn’t let go.

I step back, watching it all, heart pounding.

Everything’s changed.

And it’s not over yet.

Tasha’s POV

One second I was walking Timmy and Amy inside... the next, headlights... and then Anthony, just walking right in like he owned the place.

I barely had time to react.

He saw Amy holding Timmy’s hand, and that was all it took. Rage flooded his face, and before I could even blink, he lunged. His fist connected with Tim’s jaw so hard I heard the crack. Tim went down like a rag doll, his head smacking the barstool on the way.

I screamed.

Anthony didn’t stop. He grabbed me by the hair and slammed me into the floor. Pain exploded through my face. Then he was on Amy. Hands around her throat. She struggled, clawing at him, but he was stronger.

I wanted to fight. I wanted to stop him. But I couldn’t breathe. My whole body felt like it wasn’t mine.

I ran.

I didn’t think, I just screamed Jason’s name as loud as I could and ran for the door.

The last thing I saw before I turned was Amy’s legs spreading, her body limp.

God...

The next minutes were a blur.

Jason and Billy barreled into the room, a storm of fists and fury. They didn’t hesitate. They pulled Anthony off of Amy and didn’t stop swinging. I saw his face disappear under the blows, blood everywhere. I couldn’t look away.

Leslie was already at Amy’s side, moving with this terrifying focus. I followed, falling to my knees. Amy wasn’t breathing.

“No, no, no,” I whispered. “Please God no... not Amy.”

Jasmine slid in beside us, calm in a way that made me think she’d done this before.

“She still has a pulse,” she said, checking Amy’s neck. “Barely.”

Leslie didn’t wait. She started rescue breaths, sealing her lips over Amy’s and forcing air into her lungs. Waited. Did it again.

“Come on,” she whispered. “Come back.”

I turned to Timmy. He was out cold, blood coming from his nose and lip, but he was still breathing.

That bastard, that fucking bastard... He thought he could just walk in and destroy everything.

Then Amy gasped.

Her body jolted. Her chest rose. Her hands clenched. She started to cry.

“Billy,” she choked, barely audible. “I need Billy...”

He was there in an instant. He scooped her up like she was weightless, holding her so gently it broke my heart.

She buried herself in his chest, and I knew, whatever she’d been through, she wasn’t gone. She came back to him.

Leslie stood up, face hard. “Tie him up. Now.”

Billy spit on Anthony. “You’re lucky she stopped me,” he growled. “I would’ve killed you. That’s my sister, you fucking maggot.”

Then he kicked him again. Right in the balls.

Jason grabbed a pair of cuffs from the garage. I don’t know where the hell they came from, but I wasn’t asking questions. He dragged Anthony outside, bound him to the tree in the yard.

I turned to Leslie. “What now?”

Her eyes were wild, focused. “We hold him. Then we ruin him.”

I looked down at my hands. They were shaking. My face hurt. I could feel a bruise swelling under my eye. But we were alive.

Amy was alive.

They just revived Amy they are heroes.

Jasmine leans over Timmy, trying to wake him. He stirred. Barely. She strokes his face, whispering something soft I couldn’t hear.

Jason returned.

“He’s secured,” he said. “He won’t be hurting anyone else tonight.”

We were all quiet for a moment. The kind of quiet that comes after a tornado has passed.

Then I remembered something.

“My phone... I left it recording earlier.”

I scrambled to find it, praying the battery hadn’t died.

When I lifted it and saw the red light still blinking, I almost cried.

“I got it,” I said. “I got the whole thing. That fucker is done.”

I clipped the video and saved it, then opened the messaging app.

“Leslie,” I said, “I’m sending it to everyone. We need backups.”

“Do it,” she said. “Multiple copies. Just in case.”

Then we all sat there. Breathing. Shaking.

But forever changed.

My ears were still ringing.

The yelling, the screaming, the crack of Timmy’s skull on the barstool, the pounding of fists into Anthony’s face... it all felt like a drumbeat stuck inside my chest.

But now, it was quiet.

Amy was with Billy. Timmy was starting to stir. Jason and Jasmine were outside. Leslie... she’d saved Amy’s life, kicked the hell out of Anthony, and was standing there like nothing touched her.

Except for her foot.

I caught the way she winced when she shifted her weight. She was trying to hide it, but blood had started to trickle from the side of her heel, staining the pool deck tiles red.

“Leslie,” I said softly, placing a hand on her arm, “your foot.”

She looked down. Blinked. “Shit.”

Jessica appeared at her side. “You didn’t even feel it?”

“I was a little focused on kicking that fucker’s teeth in,” Leslie muttered.

“Come on,” I said, trying to steady my voice. “Bathroom. Now. Let’s patch you up before you bleed more."

She snorted. “Fine, nurse.”

The three of us headed down the hall toward her parents’ master bathroom. The same one we used for games, for dares, for laughter... it felt heavier now. Like the room knew something bad had happened.

Leslie sat on the counter, propping her leg up. Her foot looked raw—deep scrape along the arch, a little swelling along the side.

Jessica rummaged through the cabinet. “Got peroxide, gauze, ointment... and these cute little dinosaur Band-Aids if we want to be nostalgic.”

“Slap one of those on,” Leslie said. “Make me look hardcore.” She says laughing also trying to find some life and humor from the disaster that just occured.

I poured the peroxide over a clean cloth and pressed it to the wound.

Leslie hissed. “Fuuuuck. Okay, okay, okay, I take it back. I do feel it.”

Jessica sat on the tub edge, watching us. Her hands were trembling just slightly, but her face was calm.

I worked slowly, carefully, wiping the blood away, making sure nothing got stuck in the cut. “You kicked him hard.”

“I felt something crunch,” Leslie said. “Could’ve been his jaw. Could’ve been my foot. I don’t regret it.”

“Good,” Jess said. “You shouldn’t.”

When the bleeding slowed, I applied the ointment and wrapped the gauze around her foot, looping it twice before securing it.

“You’re good,” I said. “Just don’t go doing any more vigilante justice barefoot.”

“Next time I’m using steel-toes,” she muttered, but there was a faint smile behind it.

For a few minutes, we were just... girls again. Friends. Sisters.

No blood. No screaming. No trauma.

Just a quiet bathroom, a banged-up foot, and the shared relief that we were all still breathing.

Leslie’s POV

My mind’s still racing.

Amy’s alive, barely, and that bastard’s tied to a tree. I should feel relief, but all I feel is rage. Pure, white-hot rage. And I need to do something with it before it eats me.

I pull Jason aside.

“Get the duct tape and something to blindfold him. From the garage. Once he can’t see, I’ll take it from there.”

He nods, no hesitation.

I head for the pile. The one we never cleaned up. Sex toys, ropes, things that had Billy moaning like a porn star earlier.

I grab the large butt plug — the one we used on him — and the tiny metal cock cage. They’re still sticky. The rag they were wrapped in is worse. I tear off the filthiest strip, soaked with cum and shit, and carry it like a weapon.

Jason walks past, grabs the other half. He doesn’t speak. He knows what this is.

Outside, Anthony squirms against the ropes, like he even has a shot. He doesn’t. Jason wraps the rag around his eyes and tapes it down tight. He won’t be seeing shit for the rest of the night.

I step into view no that he can't see me.

I wrap the shit cloth around the dirty plug waiting for him to talk back.

“You fucked up,” I say calmly. “You came to the wrong house, motherfucker. You have no idea the perversions I’m capable of... and I have the whole fucking weekend.”

I turn to Jason, hold out the cock cage. “You do the honors. I don’t want to give him the pleasure of my touch.”

Jason takes it. His expression is pure steel.

Anthony’s dick is barely even hard. Pathetic. It’s too big for the cage on its tightest setting, but he manages to force it in. The swelling from Billy’s kick helps. He flinches, whimpers, from the pain.

Good.

Anthony starts to talk again, and I don’t give him a second chance. I ram the rag and plug into his mouth and Jason tapes it over. A perfect seal.

We’re a great team.

I remove a edge of tape from his mouth.

I crouch just close enough to aim, legs wide, and let my stream go. I piss directly into his gagged mouth, down his face, chest, cock. The stream splashes on the cage, pooling in his lap.

Jason steps up beside me and finishes off his own stream, right into Anthony’s tangled hair.

I grab my brother's cock and aim it into his mouth also... Jason a little startled by my forwardness adjust allowing me better control.

Ears, nostrils, hair... everywhere. I shake it a few times and then swing it slapping him in the face with Jason's cock as i evilly laugh. fixing the duct tape forcing him to swallow what when in his mouth...

Anthony mumbles, twisting, his body jerking against the ropes.

“From now on,” I say clearly, “you’re our fucking urinal. You want to take from people? Then you’re gonna get it back. Every. Single. Time.”

We walk back inside.

Billy’s sitting with Amy, arms wrapped around her. He doesn’t ask, doesn’t flinch when I pass. He just holds her like she might disappear.

He looks up at Jason. “Can Amy stay in our room tonight? I’m not letting her out of my sight.”

Jason nods. “It’s yours, Billy. Take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Before he even finishes, Jessica blurts, “NO!”

Everyone looks at her. She flushes, then lowers her voice.

“I mean... you’ll sleep with Tasha and me.” Jess adds.

I roll my eyes. I’m too tired for the romance crap right now.

“Jasmine,” I call, “I think Tim can sleep in our room tonight. That cool with you?”

Jazzy answers fast. “As long as he showers first.”

Amy, still shaky, says quietly, “We never made it to the bathroom.”

I wave it off. “No worries. Jasmine and I can handle it. Come on, Tim.”

He hesitates. Glances at the front door like he’s considering bolting.

“I think I’m just gonna go…” Tim says.

Jason and Billy both crack up.

Jason says, “Dude, you’re about to make a decision that’ll haunt you for the rest of your life. You have two beautiful, naked women offering to shower and clean you. Are you fucking insane?”

Jason glances toward Amy. “How hard did Anthony hit him?”

Amy blinks, still pale. “He hit his head when he fell, too... could’ve knocked a screw loose.”

Tasha chimes in. “I’m taking his keys. Settled. He might have a concussion. No one else gets hurt tonight.”

I nod. “Jasmine, take him upstairs. Grab the clippers. Shave all that nasty hair off his cock and balls. It stinks. He’s not coming in our room with pubes like that.”

Tim’s eyes widen.

Jason steps in, arms crossed. “Nope. Do it downstairs. I don''t want his hair in our bathroom. You all have the big shower. No one’s down there, it’s yours for the night.”

I grin. “You’re right. And we get the big bed. Perfect.”

Then I raise my voice for the whole room.

“Oh, and one more thing, if anyone has to piss... do it on Anthony. I already told him. He’s the community urinal now.”

Amy perks up, her voice clearer. “Thank you, Leslie.”

I nod once.

“Anytime.”

Amy’s POV

“Billy... shall we?”

He hops up like he’s been waiting for the cue, reaching for me. I try to wave him off.

“I can walk.”

“Not tonight,” he says, scooping me into his arms.

He carries me outside toward the tree. I know what I’m about to see, and I need it. I need the closure.

It’s bad.

Anthony is a wreck. Covered in piss. The rags barely clinging to him are from Billy’s anal orgy earlier. I can see the shit stains from when that turd dropped out after Tasha dragon-fucked him. I had no idea. Doesn’t matter. I don’t feel sorry for him.

Billy sets me down, steadying me.

I bend at the waist, legs wide, and let loose. A full, heavy stream explodes from me, spraying Anthony’s face, his nose, his mouth. I shift my hips to coat his hair, making sure it drips down over him for a long, long time.

Billy lets his stream go right after mine. Direct hit — ears, face, hair. He even leans in, aiming at the little metal cage locked around Anthony’s shriveled cock. A perfect shot.

I’m about to laugh, but something slips. Not what I wanted. I fart.

Billy loses it.

“Oh shit!” he laughs, nearly doubled over. “His nose crinkled and everything, like he smelled a rotting corpse.”

I giggle, too. I feel lighter. Cleaner. Like some of the poison got out of me just now.

Billy hoists me back up, this time slinging me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

I laugh for real. That full-belly kind that shakes your ribs.

He slaps my bare ass on the way back in.

“Good night, everyone,” I shout with a grin as we pass through the living room, my legs swinging behind him.

Once upstairs, he sets me down gently, then scoops me back up and lays me out across Jason’s bed.

He just... stares.

His eyes move across my body, slowly, reverently. I start to feel exposed, suddenly aware of every curve, every imperfection.

I don’t have Leslie’s abs. Or Tasha’s tight frame. I’m softer. I know it.

But he doesn’t look away.

“Please don’t cover yourself,” he says, voice low. “I’ve waited my whole life to see you like this... to really see you. Today’s been insane, and yeah, I was distracted. Leslie. Jasmine. Too much to drink. But I didn’t know you felt this way about me.”

I open my mouth, but the words come out on instinct.

“We’re the other half of each other.”

“Exactly,” he whispers. “I don’t feel whole unless I’m with you. It has to be a twin thing.”

I open my arms. He climbs into them without hesitation, resting his head on my breast as I run my fingers through his hair. Just us. Just quiet.

His fingers start drifting with light, teasing trails across my stomach and thighs. Goosebumps bloom all over me. My nipples harden reacting to his touch

I stop him.

“I just shaved,” I murmur. “You’re gonna tickle my hair back.”

He grins against my skin, fingers still moving. I’m getting turned on despite myself.

I want him.

But... is tonight the right night?

“Hey, Bubba... how long have you wanted to do this?” I ask.

He looks up, eyes locked on mine. “As long as I can remember. Even before you had those monsters,” he says, nuzzling into my breast. His tongue flicks my nipple before kissing it softly.

Jesus Christ.

He’s not making this easy.

I feel his cock against my thigh, rock hard, warm, throbbing. I turn to face him, pressing into him. Our eyes meet. We don’t need words.

I know he won’t make a move. Not after what happened. Not unless I ask.

Part of me wants to wake up with his cock deep inside me. Skip the thinking. Just... feel. I don’t have to think about it...just fuck!

I roll away from him, curling into a spoon. He slides behind me instinctively, wrapping around me, protective and solid. I feel his cock nestled in the crack of my ass, twitching with need.

His arm curls under my chest, cupping one of my tits, his hand resting on the other. His lips find my neck, warm and slow, teasing that sensitive spot that always gets me wet.

I moan, breath catching.

“Billy... I’m going to love you forever. I want you so bad right now. I wish you’d just take me.”

His voice is deep and close behind my ear.

“I promise to always love and cherish you. Until my last breath.”

My cunt’s a full-blown Chattahoochee right now... hotter than a hoochie coochie. And the way he’s holding back is only making me want him more.

I giggle, suddenly.

He pauses. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m just wondering where you’d draw the line for me. Like, what could I ask that you’d actually say no to?”

He doesn’t even blink. “There isn’t anything.”

“Okay,” I say sweetly. “Tell Leslie to fuck off and leave us alone tomorrow.”

His entire body goes still.

He turns white as a ghost.

“I mean... I do wanna live out the rest of my life with you,” he says slowly, “not die at an early age.”

We both burst out laughing.

Yeah, neither of us would cross Leslie. I love her, but damn. I almost want her to walk in and tell Billy to fuck me, just so we’d have an excuse.

I shift my hips slightly, grinding my ass against his cock.

The hand on my breast starts to circle, fingertips tracing my achy nipple.

His breath catches against my neck.

My will power fades as I shift and feel the head of his cock at my entrance.

End of Chapter 9

Hope yall enjoyed the continuation. I have Ch10 mostly written.