kat :: lrh (discontinued - read edited version!!)

one

School was school, it dragged on my whole day, Michael Clifford's occasional comments on how sexy he thought I was and how bad he wanted me. Sadly for him, I was saving myself for the only one I wanted, who was Luke.

"You know, baby," Michael continued creepily following me to the buses, "I could make you feel real good, not like anyone else. I'm skilled with this mouth." He smiles deviously.

"No, no thanks." I chuckle, turning on my heel.

"Gimme a chance, baby girl. I'll treat you right." He groans, seeming as his world came crashing down, considering that he was now moping.

"I'll tell you what," I begin, his smile growing and his head popping up, "You're cute, Michael. I'll come home with you for this one day. That's it if you fuck up. If not, this ass belongs to someone who just so happens to not be you."

His eyes light up as he shows me the way to his house, which was luckily not far considering that Michael can talk so much just to avoid a silence.

When we arrived to his house I slammed my lips onto his, kicking off my black Converse and wrapping my legs around his waist.

He set me on his kitchen countertop, his lips finding their way to my neck, which he kissed roughly, sucking on the skin and leaving a trail of purple marks.

I moaned and he grunted in satisfaction his pants obviously growing much tighter.

I hopped down and smiled at him, gathering my backpack and shoes.

He looked at me funnily, like I just did something wrong.

"Sorry, I'm saving myself." I smiled, "For someone else." I opened the door and waved at him, closing it behind me and finding my way to the sidewalk, getting home easily.

-

I laid in my bed with my computer open and a video on the screen, my fingers inching in and out of myself.

I moaned quietly, my legs beginning to shake as I imagined Luke thrusting in and out of me slowly and teasingly. I bit onto the skin of my arm, leaving a large purple mark.

"Shit." I grunted, speeding my fingers up and closing my computer, my own thoughts being enough to take me over as me orgasm hit, my fingers becoming wet as I pumped them.

I pulled them out, wiping the access onto a towel and placing it in my hamper, attempting to catch my breath as I put my pink lace thong on, along with some very short pajama shorts.

I walked out of my bedroom and to my living room, Luke sitting with his arm around my sister.

"Eh em." I grunt rudely, and they both turn around.

Luke hisses at the sight of my shorts and Karen judgmentally eyes me.

"Yes?" Karen says, her eyes squinted.

"I was wondering if I could join you, but Jesus, of course you're being a bitch and-"

"Of course you can join us." Luke smiles, patting the seat next to him. "We're all friends here."

Friends.

"Is that a hickey?" Karen points to my neck and I nod. "Who would-"

"Michael Clifford." I smile and, move my hair over it. Luke frowns and looks toward the TV, making me smile widely.

He can have me if  he wants me. I thought, he can mark every part of my body. He can leave bruises on my lower stomach and spank me so hard that-

"That kid is trash. I know his step-brother, Calum. Don't fuck with Michael." Luke looks at me and Karen gasps.

"Watch your language!" She scolds him as if he is a child instead of a grown ass man.

"I'm sorry, darling." Luke kisses her lips and I gag mentally, my stomach and head screaming at me that she should be me.

At least she refuses to have sex with him.

Hopefully.

From what I've heard.

He turns back to me, "But you shouldn't do anything with him. He's bad news."

"Why are you telling this? Why do you care about my well being? You have perfect little Karen over there to worry about." I snap.

"Woah, woah." Luke begins, "I'm just trying to help." He backs away and I stand up.

I walk to my room and slam my door, sliding down against it.

Damn it hurts when your sister steals all you want.

Damn, I could make him feel good and make him moan my name, scream my name even.

I could make suck him off so good better than anyone ever would.

I'd do anything he'd ask. He could tie me up and pound so hard into me if he wanted to. He could-

"Hey, can I come in?" Luke's voice takes over my thoughts and I nod, realizing that he can't hear me.

I stand up and open the door, letting him walk in and close the door behind him.

I sit on my bed and he stays by the door.

"Why'd you snap at me?" He asks and I shrug. "I know I'm older than you and you don't exactly want to take my advice, but I'm just trying to help."

I open my laptop and shrug again, closing out the open porn websites and then closing the laptop.

"Well you obviously couldn't care less about me or what I have to say so I'll go." He opens the door and I lunge to my feet and slam the door.

"Stay. I like talking to you, I just really don't like living with my sister. She sets me off. I'm human and I have feelings, she judges me so much and so do my parents and they won't leave me alone. I don't know how to deal with them and how they are without snapping. I'm sorry." I mumble quickly to him.

He just nods and walks to my bed and sits.

"So," He says, "If they're always making you feel like shit, just come to my house." He smiles at me, "I'm not like that trust me."

"Thanks." I smile.

He bites his lip and looks at me, a pool growing in my panties.

My god, this man will be the death of me.

Hi. Is this good so far??

Ily

-Kay