Chapter 85: Chapter 84

I sat in back of the car with Mackenzie and George. There was an icy silence as we drove down the road. After Mackenzie had appeared to the rescue all too late, our bowling date had been cut short. She had grabbed my arm and then pulled me back to the front of the building, where the waiting Abigail who looked anxious and worried was. Mackenzie had dragged me to her car.

“Get in.”

Her voice sounded angry, and I found myself getting into her car and sitting down before I even thought about resisting. I was kind of angry too. George had been with her. That meant that between the two of us, she had gone to him first. I had wanted my answer, and in the end, I got it. This immediately put me in a bad mood.

“Hey…” Abigail approached the other woman.

“You’ll have to get yourself home,” Mackenzie growled.

Abigail stopped, looking slightly awkward. She was far too scared of Mackenzie to act too aggressive or domineering in front of her, but she only had a vague understanding of what happened and couldn’t help but shoot me a worried look. I mouthed to reassure her and told her I’d be okay. She finally gave a nod and turned away. I let out a breath and leaned back in the car with my eyes closed.

A few moments later, Mackenzie took the driver’s side and George took the passenger side and we were driving home. The first stop was George’s place. We pulled up into a rather nice-looking home. It was better than where we lived. I kept my mouth shut and my head down. George turned to Mackenzie with an awkward expression on his face.

“Thank you. You really did save me.” George responded with a breathy voice.

Mackenzie nodded, but she didn’t look in George’s direction. After a moment, he bit his lip. He looked back at me, but his expression wasn’t mean or scornful. It was just a generally worried look. He turned away and got out of the car. Once the door shut, Mackenzie waited for George to go inside.

“Get in the passenger side.”

I opened my mouth and then closed it again. I got out of the back and got in the front. I didn’t do it because that’s what she wanted. I did it because I wanted to do it. Once I closed the door and got my seatbelt on, she pulled out of the parking lot. If I thought she had wanted me in the front so that we can speak, I was mistaken. She didn’t say anything. The silence continued for a few minutes, and I found myself wishing she had just turned the radio on. However, then my anger started to resurface and I realized that I had to say something.

“Mackenzie-”

“I saw the messages on your phone.” She spoke up as soon as I tried to talk to her.

“My phone…”

She pulled it from her pocket and tossed it at me. “I don’t know how you got Dawn to help you with such a ridiculous plan.”

So, she knew that I had set things up. She must have gotten the phone from Abigail and peeked inside. No wonder Abigail looked so guilty. Where was my privacy in all of this? I scowled at Mackenzie, but she seemed to ignore my look as she continued to stare right ahead. I lifted my phone and looked at it briefly before shoving it in my pocket and turning away. As I looked out the window, I noticed that we weren’t going in the direction of the house.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Out.” She responded stiffly. “Mom’s not expecting us back for a while yet.”

For some reason, there was a slight edge to her words that made me nervous. I continued to look out the window as we traveled to an area near the highway. It was at that point we pulled into a place that I was familiar with. It was a motel, but not just any motel, it was the one I had an anonymous encounter with a stranger once. There was no way that she knew, did she? This was the closest motel to my house, so it was probably nothing. As soon as I started to calm down, it hit me. Why was she taking me to a motel?

“Stay here.” She got out of the car and went into the office area.

I waited in silence, shifting between excited and worried. I couldn’t believe that my sister was getting a motel. Was she looking for sex? It wasn’t like I wasn’t interested. I just didn’t know what she was thinking. First, we went out on this strange double date, then she ended up protecting her date over me, and suddenly we’re at a motel? I had slept with several of my sisters already, but this felt different. Sneaking around in public or trying to keep quiet while others were sleeping in the room next to us was completely different from having a room all to ourselves. I didn’t know how to react.

She came out about five minutes later, a set of keys in hand. She came to the door and only opened it for a brief moment.

“Come on.”

I tried to ask her what her intentions were, but she was already leaving the car and me without another word. I got out and locked the car before running after her. After all, I didn’t even know what room she was in. Therefore, I followed her until she stopped in front of a room and unlocked it.

“Mackenzie, what is-”

I tried to ask again, but she opened the door and stepped in, all while ignoring me. I frowned, feeling like everything was off about this. However, she was my sister, so it wasn’t like I was afraid of anything. I walked into the room. Mackenzie was at the dresser where she placed the keys down. I made sure the door was locked, and then took a few steps forward.

“What do you want?” I asked quickly, afraid she’d interrupt me again.

She looked up at me. Her expression was still angry, and there was something else. It felt a bit dark and dangerous. The silence seemed to drift between the two of us for a moment, and then she suddenly stepped forward. She grabbed me and shoved me back. My legs hit the bed and I fell back. However, Mackenzie wasn’t done. She shoved me onto the bed, shoving my arms above my head. This wasn’t the first time she had done something like this. It was a position she seemed to like.

Her lips found mine and she started kissing me. As she did so, her hands started grabbing at my shirt. She started forcefully yanking it off. I tried to help her, but her movements seemed somewhat frantic. She ripped off my shirt. My arm caught, but she forced it off anyway. I heard a tearing sound, but she ignored it as she threw it away. I looked up at her innocently, but this seemed to make her angrier.

She glared down at me, and then lowered her head again. This time, she started to kiss me. She was sucking my neck hard though. It would leave hicky’s, not that I minded. She kept kissing, moving her lips every few moments, and using a lot of tongue. It felt good, but there was still something off. Her movements were aggressive and unfocused. She reached my nipples, and then suddenly I felt her teeth bite one.

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“O-owwww…” I ignored her when she hurt my arm ripping off my shirt, but this was intentional.

Rather than stopping, she pulled up, pulling my nipple up with her teeth painfully. I gritted my teeth, but I didn’t say anything. For a second, our eyes met. She let go of my nipple and then started grappling with my pants. She ripped open the belt, but she was doing it so roughly that she ended up pushing her fist against my balls. They immediately felt like they had been struck.

“Be careful.” I snapped.

“Shut up.” She responded, pulling my dick out.

“Excuse me?” I blinked as she started to jack off my dick so roughly that it didn’t feel very pleasurable at all.

“Just shut the fuck up!” She hissed. “Satisfy my pussy, you little dick tease.”

My eyes widened. This was not the normal Mackenzie. I found myself confused. Furthermore, my cock was starting to lose erection, which seemed to annoy her even more.

“You’re hurting me.”

“Why would I care?” She shot back. “You’re just a fuck toy.”

“Mackenzie…”

“I said, shut your slut mouth.” She snapped, not even looking at me as she tried to use both hands on my dick.

I grabbed her wrists and tried to pull her off.  She let out a growl and one of her hands lashed out as she slapped me. She hit me across the cheek with a resounding clap. I stopped, stunned by her action. She was also staring wide-eyed as if stunned she had done it as well. The anger and frustration I had been feeling prior came bowling back to the surface. Why did she have to treat me this way? Why did I have to take it?

I raised my hand and slapped her across the face even harder. She let out a cry and then lunged at me with her hands like she wanted to choke me.

“Why do you have to be such a slut? Why do you fuck any girl you want?” She roared as I tried to defend myself.

For a second, I thought she was going to kill me. However, her hands ended up at my nipples, which she suddenly twisted. I felt just as much anger and frustration at her.

“Why did you have to date some other guy?” I shot back.

My knee went up and slammed her between the legs. Her eyes went wide, but I headbutted her before she could retaliate. She fell back to my side, and then I leaped on top of her.

“Noah, you’re just a stupid dick, you don’t understand anything!” She glared at me defiantly.

“And you’re a vicious cunt!” I shot back, trying to grab her nipples which she managed to block.

The pair of us ended up fighting hand to hand while breathing hard and glaring at each other.

“You will just stick it in anyone!” She snapped. “I hate my little brother who is just a whore!”

“I only give it to the people I want to care about me!” I yelled back, my eyes stinging as liquid dripped from them. “Why don’t you care about me? Why does no one care about me?”

She suddenly stopped defending herself, and my hands were free to attack her nipples, which I immediately gave a purple nurple. However, she barely seemed to notice, looking up at me with an intense look.

“What are you saying?”

“You went to George before me!” I shouted angrily. “You went out with some random guy, and then you decided he was more important to save than me.”

“Is that what you think?” She asked.

I finally let go of her nipples and looked down at her. I knew my look was sullen, tears were falling down my cheeks, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“I know I’m selfish,” I responded after taking a stuttering breath. “I know that I want everything. However, if you weren’t interested in me anymore, there was an easier way to do it than to just start dating some other guy. I get it, I’m not important to you anymore. I can live with that, but you should have just told me.”

Mackenzie’s expression turned strange, and then she lifted her hand and touched my cheek. “Is that what this is all about? You silly brother, I love you more than anything. You’re the only boy for me.”

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