EroticReverie

Genevieve 

I go down to the town village , meeting up with friends of mine to do some shopping since I had nothing else to do today other than wait for Abel to come back tonight. 

My friends knew about my little thing for him, but I wasn’t about to air out my personal business to them because …he was my actual step brother now. And , I wasn’t sure if my friends would think it was hot or disgusting and because I didn’t want it be because of me that it got out that we’d fucked.  I wasn’t sure if Abel wanted anyone knowing, and wasn’t sure I wanted anyone knowing either. 

We spend hours in the little shops, and I snag a few lingerie items at the lingerie boutique and get dirty looks from the cashier that’s only a few years older than me. It’s just fucking underwear, who was she to judge me? She’s the one that worked here. Plus I was eighteen. I could buy trashy lingerie now without being deemed and underage slut. 

“Thank you very fucking much Brenda” I say after I’ve snatched my bag off the counter and my friends giggle as she gapes at me. 

I didn’t let people get away with bullshit. If she wanted to be a cunt about a girl buying panties and racy lingerie , I’d be a cunt right back. 

She’d been to the club house a few times and fro what i heard was a psycho bitch and had fucked Pauly a few years back before he got with Pamela and slashed his tires on his bike when he’d failed to return her fifty phone calls the next day. 

So it probably wasn’t my panties she was judge over. But the fact she knew I was welcome where she wasn’t , because my mother married the man who ran Slaughterhouse Skulls. Oh fucking well. That’s a her problem. Not a me problem. 

“I’ll tell Pauly you said hi!” I say as I exit the boutique and the door chimes. My friends laughing as they follow me out. 

The rumble of motorcycles comes from somewhere nearby , and I walk with my friends. Knowing the sound of the skulls bikes all too well. I watch as multiple heads lift at the rumbling of the bikes , everyone wanting to look at the “biker gang”. It was lame. The way this town envied and respected them, they were fucking criminals. But not all of the people in town respected them. And did try not the cop that had his nose in the air down the street sitting in his car parked along the street. 

Fucking Michaels. A dirty cop, a wife beater , and had it out for the skulls just like his father did.  Little did he know that I was sure that the skulls had most of the police squad in their pockets. But he didn’t fucking care. He fed off his “power” and was constantly trying to bring them down for one thing or another. 

He was twenty five and already divorced from his wife and a fucking dead beat dad to their two kids, and was a fucking creep that leered at underage girls and rumor has it was under investigation last year for diddling a young girl. But yeah, fucking cops get away that shit. They bury it. They know how to hide that shit. And maybe it’s just a rumor, but I didn’t doubt there was truth to it. Because he was a piece of shit. 

He was on the skulls radar , I knew that much from conversations I wasn’t meant to overhear between Abel and his father. But they were looking to get proof for the rumor about the little girl and I had to bite my tongue so many times. Because I could get him taken down with just the information I had on him personally. Information nobody but myself knew. That at nineteen, Will Michaels had taken the virginity of a twelve year old. I didn’t have proof, only the fucking memory of it locked away in my head. But I wasn’t ever going to tell because who wants to admit they got in a car with a nineteen year old and let them do things to them just to feel “cool”. I was young and fucking stupid and let a fucking nineteen year old tell me that I HAD to let him have sex with me if I didn’t want him telling my mother that I’d gotten into the car with a guy. It was supposed to just be a ride home from school. I’d missed the bus. He’d seen me and offered me a ride. And I went home that afternoon with blood smeared on my thighs and cum dripping into my panties. The memory makes my stomach turn. If he didn’t have kids now, regardless of whether or not he was a good father, I’d maybe tell the skulls all about it.  But I didn’t need Carl or Abel or any of the guys that had become like family over the past few years, to end up in jail over something that happened six years ago. 

I shoot a text to Abel and warn him about Michaels so they don’t come speeding down the main road or doing anything that could give the prick cause to pull them over or cause them trouble. 

My friends and I sit at the cafe. A waitress coming out to take our orders as the bikes come around the corner and down the street.  Six of the guys going down the street, looking around as they cruise down the street. My eyes going to Will’s cruiser as he looks in his rear view and sits his straighter and lifts his speaker to his mouth saying something into it and I just roll my eyes. 

“Officer Michaels is kinda hot though” I hear my friend Lydia say and my head jerks. 

“No. He’s not, and that’s disgusting. He sidles little girls” I say and she rolls her eyes. 

“Allegedly” she says and I shut my mouth and say nothing because my friends had no clue about the fact I’d not only lost my virginity violently to him but he’d helped himself to me more than once. I just suck my teeth. 

“He’s also a wife beater” my friend Mallory says and Lydia just sighs. 

“Allegedlyyy” she sing songs and I just shake my head. I wasn’t sure why I was friend with Lydia , she annoyed me more than anything. But she was a part of our friend group and I had to just deal with the fact she was a complete idiot. 

Five bikes roll past and then Abel’s pulls up along side the curb in front of the cafe. My friends fidgeting in their seat. Lydia finger combing her hair and sending a smile to Abel. Gross. 

Thankfully, besides myself apparently, Abel had little interest in girls my age. While he’d flash them smiles once in awhile just to make them swoon, I’d never seen him bother with anyone under the legal drinking age since I’ve known him. 

“Ladies” he says with a nod as he turns of his bike. My friends all blushing and Lydia giving him a flirty wave. I was gonna rip her hair out. 

He nods to me. 

“Little Ginny, cmere” he says and I roll my eyes as I normally would and push up out of my seat and walk across the sidewalk to his bike, my eyes going to the cruiser a few spots down. 

Will Michaels hated Abel the most probably. Probably because he’d screwed his wife after their divorce.  But , don’t beat your wife and she won’t divorce you and screw a biker. 

“Get on” he says and my brows pinch. 

“I’m having lunch with my friends” I say. 

“Get on the bike baby, don’t make me embarrass you” he says and I narrow my eyes at him and he just grins. 

“You want me to answer that call , or no?” He says and his eyes drift down to my waist. To my legs and back up. 

“I hate you” I huff and turn around and grab my bags and pull out a ten to cover my drink that I wansnt even going to have. 

“Where are you going?” Lydia asks and I can tell she’s fucking jealous that my step brother is about to “whisk me away” on the back of his motorcycle. 

“Family stuff” I say even though I didn’t need to give her any reason for cutting the day short with them. 

“Your drink” she says calling to me and I wave her off. She just didn’t want to see someone else living out her stupid dream of riding on the back of a skulls bike. 

I slip the small bags on my wrist as I lift my leg , still in my sundress but not giving a fuck. Because I actually did put underwear on before leaving the house. 

Abel turns and hands me the helmet and I pull it on and he smirks. 

“Hold on tight” he says. 

“Fuck off” I say as I lean into him and my legs clench around him and my arms wrap around him and hold my hands to his chest as he starts up the bike. 

I’d only ridden on his bike a few other times, and was the only female he’d ever let ride on it with him. Most of the guys didn’t give a fuck about girls riding with them. But Abel thought it meant something, didn’t like girls feeling “special” by using him as a trophy. Whatever. 

The rumble of the bikes engine vibrates the bike and I scoot even closer to him as he checks the road and then pulls out. I notice Michaels watching as he pulls off. My dress flying up in the back. Flashing my ass and panties. My head turned to watch him. And his eyes are on me. His fist curled around his steering wheel. 

The wind whips my hair and I shiver as my dress blows, showing off my thighs all the way to my hips and when we come to a red light a few blocks down , Abel drops one hand to my leg and rubs my thigh and grips it. Making my muscles between my legs clench and I’m fucking wet. 

He strokes my leg as he waits for the light to turn and then I yell when his hand leaves my leg and flicks a button and the seat beneath me starts to vibrate. 

I don’t hear him chuckle over the engine , but I feel it in his chest as I clutch his jacket and push myself against the vibration buzzing underneath me. 

I moan as the light turns green and he starts to take off again. Closing my eyes as I gasp inside the helmet as the vibration grows stronger the faster he goes. My fingers digging into his jacket as he picks up speed turning down a road. 

I bite my lip hard as I try to fight the orgasm building , my panties soaked and the hum of the buzzing beneath me vibrates my clit and I rub against it harder. Once he’d turned he pushes faster and the buzzing is so strong and I cum , grabbing at his chest. Holding on tight as my legs shake at his sides. I squeeze my eyes shut tight and let out a scream as it becomes too much and then the buzzing of the seat stops. But the engine still

Rumbles it slightly and I can feel the wetness of my panties slicking the leather seat as I curse and rub myself. Grinding against it as my legs tremble. He’s laughing. I can feel his body shaking as he speeds us down a road and pulls into the park by the small lake.

When he kills the engine. My hands fall away from his chest and he grabs them and puts them back on his chest. 

He flicks a button on the bike and the seat starts again and I tell. Jerking upward. 

He turns his head slightly and over his shoulder. Tells me sit still and cum again for him. 

I whimper and do as I’m told because fuck, I was so turned on. Dripping wet and grinding myself on his seat. 

“Mmm, rub that little pussy all over it baby” he says back to me and I clutch his jacket. Breathing heavily as I grind like a fucking slut on the back of his bike. There were people in the park. Sitting at the picnic tables. Families with kids and mothers and fathers and couples. Some probably watching as I held onto my step brother and I let his bike make my cum a second time. I tiny squeak comes from my mouth and he kills the vibrations as I pant behind him. 

“You good baby?” He teases and strokes my leg again as I whimper , my cunt pulsing with its own heartbeat as I grind my wet panties over the spot. 

“What the fuck was that ?” I ask breathlessly and he laughs. 

“Pretty sure it was an orgasm” he says and I slap his chest and he laughs. 

“It’s a piece a few of us got installed. I just have never got use mine. Till now.” He says. 

“I take it you like it” he says. 

“Don’t blame me if you find me in the garage fucking your bike instead of you” I say and he lets out a laugh and then is moving from his bike and helping me off but my legs are fucking not in working order just yet and he smirks as he wraps an arm around my lower back.

“You can fucking rub that pussy all over my bike anytime you want baby” he says and kisses the top of my head. “As long as I get to watch” 

I wasn’t sure what the fuck we were doing me and him. This was so out of line , but all I wanted to do was fuck my step brother now. God, we were going to hell.