Betrayal: Abby's Guilt (The Betrayal Series) (4 page)

Abby’s moaning intensified Brianna’s desire for the petite brunette. Brianna removed her palm from Abby’s cheek and placed both hands on the small of Abby’s back. With undeniable lust coursing through her, she pulled Abby towards her, enjoying the feel of Abby’s breasts smashed against hers. Brianna sucked and tasted Abby’s plump, little lips as if her life depended on it. She was surprised by just how much she was enjoying having Abby’s pretty, little mouth inside hers. Her original intent with that stunt was to teach her brother a lesson and humiliate him a bit. But a few seconds into the kiss, she had forgotten he was even there.

Abby’s reaction shocked Brianna the most. She had expected Abby to push or even slap her as soon as she slid her tongue inside her mouth, but Abby didn’t do any of those things. Brianna couldn’t help but grin against Abby’s mouth as she remembered all the straight girls she had gotten to switch teams over the years. She wondered if she was going to have to add adorable Abby to that list.

Abby felt overwhelmed, confused and completely turned on by that kiss. She felt shocks of electricity pulsating between her thighs with every swipe of Brianna’s tongue against her own, and it terrified her. Her mind was so fuzzy, she had even forgotten that there was a room full of people watching them. She couldn’t even hear Kyle who had been muttering something under his breath the whole time.

“Stop it. That’s enough,” Kyle repeated over and over.

Kyle too was paralyzed with shock over what he was witnessing. As deviant as Brianna was, Kyle never expected her to go that far. He wanted to get up and push Brianna off his sweet, trusting Abby, but he couldn’t move. He was consumed with rage towards Brianna. But the anger he felt towards his evil sister was nothing compared to the contempt he was feeling for himself. While his lips were asking Brianna to stop, the raging erection building under his jeans wanted her to keep going. He was getting turned on by his own sister sticking her tongue down his girlfriend’s throat, and that made him sick with shame.

“Goddamn it, Brianna. I said enough, you fucking freak,” Kyle finally snapped, lunging at Brianna and pushing her off Abby. With savage fury burning behind his eyes, Kyle grabbed Brianna by the throat, pinning her against the couch but without tightening his grip. Everyone in the room just stared at the scene, too stunned to do anything about it.

“Kyle, don’t!” Abby shrieked, reaching for Kyle’s hand and trying to remove it from Brianna’s throat. She pleaded with her eyes for Kyle to let Brianna go. She had never seen him so angry. She was afraid he was really going to strangle his sister if no one intervened.

Meanwhile, Brianna stared up at Kyle, her face twisting with fear. A soft sob escaped her trembling lips as terror clouded her normally sparkly blue eyes. Tears were beginning to pool in her eyes. She had never seen her brother that angry. She was genuinely afraid for her life. She had gone too far in her quest to get back at him, and it backfired big time.

Ryan sprung to his feet and walked over to the other couch. “Come on, dude. What are you doing?” Ryan muttered as he stepped behind Kyle and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Let her go, man,” Ryan pleaded with Kyle and tried to pull his best friend away from Brianna.

Seeing the tears in Brianna’s eyes and the terror in Abby’s made Kyle regain his senses and realize he too had gone too far. He slowly removed his hand from Brianna’s throat and jerked his body away from Ryan’s grip. While Brianna coughed and gasped for air, Kyle glanced around the room and saw everyone was staring at him with their eyes bugging out and with their mouths hanging open. In Kyle’s mind, Brianna was supposed to be the freak, but that night it was him the one being looked at as a freak, a monster, by everyone else in the room.  The realization that he was no better than Brianna surprised and hurt Kyle. He needed to get out of that apartment and away from all those people as soon as possible.

“Get your things, Abby. We’re going home,” Kyle barked at Abby who grabbed her bag off the couch and sprung to her feet in a flash. Kyle shot one final glance at a still shaken-up Brianna before grabbing Abby’s wrist and dragging her towards the door. Everyone’s eyes followed them as they disappeared out the door within a second.

That night, Abby and Kyle walked ten blocks to their apartment in complete silence. They did not talk to each other for the rest of the night and just went to bed. Neither one of them got much sleep that night. The next morning, they both pretended nothing had happened, and for the next few days, the name Brianna was not uttered by either one of them.

Chapter III

A few days later, Kyle was woken up in the middle of the night by the sounds of whimpers and soft moans coming from Abby’s side of the bed. Kyle’s first thought was that Abby was sick and in pain. He sat up on the bed and reached over Abby to turn on the lamp on her side of the bed. Kyle was mesmerized by what he saw when the faint white light illuminated Abby’s face and petite body. He found Abby lying on her back with one arm draped over the pillow and the other resting gently over her stomach. Her shapely legs were apart and slightly bent at the knees. She was thrusting her hips up in the air as a chorus of moans and whimpers escaped from her slightly parted lips. She kept turning her head from one side to the other, but her eyes were closed. Kyle’s lips curled into a lustful grin when he realized she was asleep.

Feral desire scorched through Kyle’s veins as he watched Abby’s small breasts rise and fall with every thrust and her hard nipples poke through her thin pajama tank top. Kyle’s gaze dropped to the space between Abby’s thighs, and his breath caught when he saw her pajama shorts were visibly damped from her arousal. Kyle ran his tongue over his lower lip and wondered what she was dreaming about. He had never seen Abby that aroused and had never wanted her more. Even though he was still mad at her for going along with Brianna’s shenanigans at Ryan’s party a few days earlier, he was burning with desire for her that night.

Kyle could not believe how hard he was getting from the sight of his girlfriend lost in a very naughty and very wet dream. He wanted Abby, and he was going to have her, asleep or not. For a second, Kyle thought about waking Abby up but quickly decided against it. He didn’t want to interrupt what seemed like a very steamy, very enjoyable dream. Besides, making love to Abby while she slept was something Kyle had occasionally fantasized about but never had the guts to try. Seeing Abby’s body writhing with uncontrollable lust gave Kyle the courage he needed. So he went for it.

Very quietly, Kyle knelt over her, curled his index fingers inside the waistband of her pajama shorts and panties, and carefully pulled both the shorts and the panties off her. Abby continued to moan and writhe but did not wake up. After tossing the shorts and the underwear on the floor, Kyle lowered his face between Abby’s thighs. He inhaled sharply, reveling in the sweet scent emanating from Abby’s sex, before burying his face in her very wet pussy. He twirled his tongue between her folds while his hungry lips sucked and savored the juices of her arousal. When Kyle’s lips found her swollen clit, Abby began to writhe faster against Kyle’s face but still wouldn’t wake up. Abby’s moans, and her increasingly frantic thrusts against his face, drove Kyle wilder with desire. He continued to tease her engorged nub, closing his lips around it and alternating between tugging it and drawing circles around it with his tongue.

Up to this point, Kyle had been successful at controlling his urges so as to not wake Abby up. But the louder Abby moaned, the more turned on Kyle got. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He curled his arms around Abby’s thighs, dragging her towards him and burying his face deeper in her sex. He then began to devour her with unrestrained, savage hunger, no longer caring whether she woke up or not. That’s when Abby’s frantic moans and whimpers came to an end.

“Oh my God, Kyle! What the hell are you doing?” Abby shrieked, grabbing the top of Kyle’s head and trying to push him off her.

Kyle slid his tongue out of Abby’s folds and crawled over her until his face was hovering over hers. “You tell me,” Kyle purred, giving a still panting Abby a wicked grin. His lips and chin were glistening from her arousal. “You woke me up you were moaning so loudly. That must have been one dirty, naughty dream you were having, baby. You were going crazy.”

Abby stared blankly at her boyfriend, still trying to process what had just happened. Finding Kyle pleasing her while she slept was very disturbing for her, yet he was acting as if it was not a big deal. But the thing that disturbed Abby the most was the person blowing her mind in the dream she had been having. It was none other than Kyle’s gorgeous but insane sister, Brianna. She was dreaming about Brianna touching her, kissing her, and doing the exact thing Kyle was doing to her when she woke up.

“I hope it was me who was rocking your world in that dream you were having,” Kyle said with a grin that quickly disappeared. “It was me you were dreaming about, right Abby?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, the question laced with a bit of suspicion.

Abby stared into Kyle’s eyes, pursed her lips, and nodded slowly. She hated lying to him, but how could she tell him that she was having a wet dream about his own sister? And it was not just that one dream. Ever since the party, all Abby could think about was that kiss she shared with Brianna. Every time she remembered the feel of Brianna’s soft lips pressed against hers and the taste of her tongue writhing inside her mouth, single shock waves of pleasure pulsated between her folds. She had been having a hard time concentrating at school and at work because she couldn’t get Brianna and that kiss out of her mind.

“Well, you don’t have to dream anymore, baby. I’m here to make all of your dreams and fantasies come true,” Kyle growled, rolling off Abby so he could get out of his boxers. After slipping out of his underwear and tossing it away, Kyle rolled his naked body until it was hovering over Abby’s once again. With his long, thick cock twitching and bobbing against Abby’s stomach, Kyle settled between Abby’s thighs.  His eyes bored into hers as he wrapped his hand around his hard cock and pressed its dripping tip against Abby’s opening. A guttural groan fell from his lips when the warmth and wetness of Abby’s folds met the tip of his raging erection.

Before Abby could tell Kyle that she was not in the mood for it, Kyle rammed his cock deep inside her. Abby cried out, not with pleasure but with pain. Kyle kept slamming into her with hurried, clumsy, mechanical strokes. Each brute thrust jolted Abby upward and made her bang her head against the wooden headboard. Abby grimaced with pain, but she didn’t complain. She didn’t make a single sound. Kyle never realized how much he was hurting her because he had his face buried on her neck. “Make some noise for me, baby,” Kyle grunted as he continued to ram into Abby. “Moan for me like you were moaning when you were asleep. Say my name, sweetheart. Tell me how much you love my cock inside you.”

Abby could only stare at the ceiling as her boyfriend hammered into her over and over. Up until that night, she had loved making love to Kyle. Kyle had always been a gentle and very skilled lover. But that night, and for the first time since they had been together, she felt nothing, absolutely nothing, and it scared her. She did not have the heart to tell him he was not rocking her world the way he thought he was. Instead of telling him the truth, Abby began to do and say all the things he wanted her to do and say. Her body was on that bed that night, but her mind and soul weren’t. They were someplace else. She kept seeing Brianna’s face, her beautiful blue eyes, her rosy lips, the swell of her breasts pushing out of her dress, those breasts pressing against hers as Brianna moaned into her mouth. She was so enthralled by the memories of the captivating blonde that she didn’t even notice when Kyle climaxed inside her. She watched Kyle pull out of her and collapse on the pillow next to her. She could hear him panting and sweating but wouldn’t dare look at his face. She remembered how Kyle would wrap his arms around her and nuzzle her neck every time they made love and how much she loved that. That night, he just kissed her forehead, rolled on his stomach, and went straight to sleep.

With his seed spilling from between her thighs, Abby rolled to her side and stared into space. Tears began to roll down her cheeks while she wondered why her world didn’t make sense anymore.

Chapter IV

The next morning, Abby got up really early and went to a small bookstore nearby her apartment. For the last two years, she had worked there as a part-time assistant manager. It was a Saturday, and Abby had promised her boss she’d work a full eight-hour shift that day. She did not even wake Kyle up to say goodbye to him before leaving the apartment. She was still freaked out and a little traumatized about Kyle and the dream. She was hoping work could get her mind off the previous night’s disturbing lovemaking with Kyle and her obsession with Brianna.

Around noon that day, Abby was busy in the backroom of the bookstore doing inventory. She was seated at a table with her back to the doorway when the red curtain that separated the backroom from the rest of the store drew open. Jeremy, her boss, stuck his head in.

“Hey, Abby, there’s someone here looking for you,” Jeremy announced.

“I’ll be out in a second,” Abby hollered without taking her eyes off the paperwork in front of her.

A few minutes later, Abby stepped out of the backroom and made her way towards the front of the store. As she walked between two book shelves to get to the register, she saw Jeremy leaning over the counter and staring hungrily at something or someone. When she arrived at the counter, she followed Jeremy’s eyes, and her gaze landed on the lycra-covered bubble butt of a young woman who had her back towards her and Jeremy. The woman was reading book titles off the book shelf in front of her and had not noticed Abby was behind her.

“Brianna?” Abby asked, cocking her head to the side.

Brianna turned around, and her face lit up.