Screwing Mia|✓

4.

Again the house was free of mothers. Leaving the two home alone and Mia didn't leave the room.

Wise choice but futile efforts.

Dustin made lunch consisting of a chicken sandwich sided with fruit and fruit juice.
He knocked on her door and the response he got amused him.

"Open the door Mia" he taunted earning the same answer.

"No, go away"

He laced the juice down and took the let from off the top door frame and opened the door himself.

"Your really difficult" he muttered placing the food on her table. She avoided every bit of eye contact going over to the window and he followed her. Snaking his hands infront of her and pulling the window closed.

"Can you not" she shivered.

"I'm tired of asking you to explain yourself. Besides you don't seem to show any resistance"

"I am now and I said leave" her tone hardened a bit as she pushed him away. Dustin was beyond amazed.

"Why sudden change" he chuckled seeing how far he could push her little rage.

She walked away only to be grabbed back and placed to have a seat and be trapped by him.

"Mmm you didn't get so upset when I ate you out last time. When you came in my face and didn't stopped trembling. You seem pretty fine then" his tone was dark as he looked her dead in the eye. She looked away. Dustin held beneath her chin and kissed her hungrily, deepening the kiss then reaching under removing her shirt.

He licked her breasts, sucking on them hard and squeezing the other while she moaned. He trailed her hard into her shorts and he always loved how wet she was for him. Curling his fingers inside she moaned loudly arching into him feeling way too vulnerable as hew arched her reactions. She came moments later. Panting and squirming under him.

"You've got what you wanted. Now go. Dustin" she gulped only to be silenced by a kiss from him as he found her shirt and slipped it back on her body and leaving her.

Taking another cold shower to put him at rest.

Awoken from bed by an unusual noise, Dustin slid hid to where his mattress ended and held his gun firmly then turned pointing it directly where his ears lead him only to meet eyes matching his.

"Elliot" he spoke but nothing but a harsh deep rasp came from throat.

"You were always a light sleeper. I'm surprised you didn't hear the floor board first" his brother hummed taking a seat.

"Sleep deprived" again he rasped

"Yea sure and father sent a message"

Dustin groaned internally. Sitting upright putting his gun back.

"Nurture and protect he says. And don't get too attached" Elliot hummed playing with the rubix cube from shelf.

"And that means?" He asked annoyed.

"The girl"

"How'd you"

"But it seems you've already gotten busy with her" his brother chuckled.

"Again how'd you"

"Just a little bird. Keep her safe. If she dies it on your head" and with that Elliot left as silent as he came in.

Leaving Dustin there stumped, wondering how much did that little bird see.