Devil’s Desire

1. Chapter One

Chapter One

I hurried out of the front door, slamming it behind me, the sound of my fathers voice was slightly muffled though I could still hear him yelling. The neighbors would too. It was after midnight, we would be lucky if someone didnt call the cops again. I almost tripped over my laces as I ran down the porch steps, pulling my keys from my jeans pocket. It was a good job I got in late and fell asleep in my clothes.

The asshole tried to block my bike in by parking the car across the drive, with the bumper right up against the side of it. I grabbed the handlebars, kicked up the stand then quickly wheeled it around the side of his car. I wasnt scared, I was pissed. I hated being chased out of my house again, but I couldnt be around when he was like this. Locking myself in my room wasnt an option.

I didnt want to hurt him, which he would force me to do no matter how hard I tried to avoid it. He was sloppy and mean when he was drunk and kept coming at me until he fell and hurt himself or I had to put him down. I fucking hated hitting my father to get him to leave me alone.

The front door opened as I started the motorcycle.

Dont you walk out on me, you little shit!

The engine roared, drowning out his voice. I glanced at him as I pulled my feet up and throttled the handle. He was red faced, his shirt askew and he only wore one shoe. He almost fell on his ass as he stumbled down the steps, but I spun onto the street, driving as fast as I could. The bike skidded across the blacktop, rain was drizzling, I had to be more careful, especially as I didnt have my helmet.

Once I got a few blocks away, I slowed down. Id kicked the keys to his car under the coffee table before I left. He wouldnt find them till he was sober. Hed driven back from the bar drunk and was lucky he hadnt caused an accident.

I was fucking tired of this shit. I pushed my dark blonde hair back behind my ears and checked my pockets for my phone. When hed woken me up, smashing up the living room like the fucking asshole he was, I had to leave, guess it was instinct to make sure I had my phone and keys.

I pulled over near the elementary school. The streets were quiet, it wasnt a busy neighborhood, but it was early hours of the morning. Normal people would be in their beds, in their nice homes with their nice families. They didnt have to deal with an abusive, alcoholic asshole like I did. He was always remorseful the day after, but it happened so often I didnt believe the shit he spewed.

I hated my life was such a clich. Mom died when I was nine, dad lost his job and started drinking, he kept losing jobs and took his shit out on me. When I was old enough to fight back, it got easier but that came with a whole host of other problems.

I took out my phone and text my best friend to let him know I was coming over. When I pulled up to his house ten minutes later, I parked my bike next to the blue Honda and two motorcycles on the drive and walked up the path. Warren had unlocked the door and turned on the porch light for me. It was warm inside and smelled like brownies. His place was nicer than mine with expensive furniture, a huge TV over the fireplace and state of the art sound system linked all through the house, including the back yard. There werent many family photos on the walls, but it was cozy.

I kicked off my boots and headed upstairs to Warrens room. I knocked once then went inside. Warren lay on his bed, he was shirtless, wearing only sweatpants watching the Japanese anime porn he loved so much. He gave a chin lift greeting. He wouldnt question me. This wasnt the first time it had happened, and it wouldnt be the last.

His room was a decent size, with a double bed, nightstands, and a matching dresser. There was a flat screen TV, and he had a couple of consoles and a Mac PC too. I dropped onto the beanbag chair by the window, and he sat up and wordlessly tossed me a PS4 controller. This was why he was my best friend, I could come here with no judgement. Warren always had my back. Hed asked once if I wanted him to help with dad, but I told him to drop it. It was enough I could come here, no matter what time, or what happened whenever there was trouble.

After the first few times, Warrens dad eyed me the following mornings, but didnt question me. People were afraid of Warrens dad, hed take care of it if I asked, but the drunken prick was still my father. King Curtis was dangerous, he could and would do damage if I gave him the word. My dad didnt know how lucky he was.

We played Call of Duty for a half hour, Warren talked about a girl hed been spending time with. Shed given him a blow job, which he was supremely pleased about, then he yawned so hard his jaw cracked. He went to the bathroom he shared with his sister to brush his teeth and use the toilet. I went in after he finished and stripped off my damp t-shirt and jeans and dropped them on the floor. While I brushed my teeth, I glanced about the room.

Evidence that Warren shared this room with a girl was everywhere. The Jack and Jill style layout was fun when we were younger, their bedrooms connected via the two doors on either side of the bathroom.

We used to play games or sneak into each others rooms in the middle of the night if we had a sleepover. Fairly sure their dad knew but he just let us have our fun. King was here, but he wasnt a hands-on dad. Their mom left when they were toddlers, they didnt remember her, but he did all right in raising them. Not like my dad who completely fell apart when mom died. It pissed me off he felt so little for me. The rage had steadily grown the older I got, putting the sadness in the back seat. It was still there, like a dull ache that never went away. Mom would hate what he had become and how he was treating me. I didnt want to go there. Thinking of her would make this situation ten times worse and from experience, the best thing to do was move on. Dad would.

They had their own sections of the bathroom counter, Waverleys side was organized in little white plastic boxes. All her lotions and make-up and stuff for her hair in their place. Warren dumped stuff after using it. A razor with cut beard hair still attached to the blades, the rolled-up toothpaste with the cap missing. It pissed her off, but they had come to a truce about the room a long time ago. If he left it the way he found it, meaning clean, with the toilet seat down, the toilet roll stocked, and no clothes left on the floor, she tolerated his messy side of the counter. I could smell her perfume, Dolce and Gabbana Light Blue. It was subtle and floral, but it was a scent that was synonymous with Waverley.

Once finished, I tossed the toothbrush into the cup holder then turned to pick up my clothes, just as the door to the left opened. Waverley stood there in tiny sleep shorts and a camisole top, her hair a mess and her face crinkled with sleep.

Warren why are you awake at this- she stopped short when she saw me. Her eyes widened in shock, then concern filled her gaze. There was only one reason I would be here this late. Her eyes lowered and she gasped at me standing in her bathroom in just my underpants.

I took the opportunity to run my eyes over her too. I didnt often see her like this. Well, Id never seen her like this. Wave was Warrens twin. They had the same dark hair, eyes, and olive colored skin. Wed grown up together but more recently, Id started noticing things about Waverley I hadnt really seen before. Like her long, lean legs, her narrow waist and toned stomach and breasts that had grown to a size that was more than a handful, in the last couple of years. Her face had taken on the leaner, sculpted look of a woman too. Shed grown up without me realizing.

Our eyes met and we seemed to realize at the same time wed been checking each other out. Her face flushed and she put a hand on her shoulder, shielding my view of her very delectable tits. I cleared my throat and willed my eyes to stay on her face.

Sorry, I didnt mean to wake you up.

Its okay, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Are you alright?

Sure. Just, I shrugged self-consciously. You know.

Her eyes roamed my face, looking for injuries. She wouldnt find any. He hadnt landed any blows tonight. Like her brother, she didnt probe any further. They knew I didnt like to talk about what went on at home and she wouldnt do anything to embarrass me.

Jesus Waverley, Warren opened the door on his side and stared at his sister. Put some fucking clothes on.

Its the middle of the night, I was sleeping, she snapped but stepped back and pushed the door over, so she was no longer in view, which was unfortunate.

Yeah, well, go back to bed, he sighed.

Sorry Wave, I repeated.

She gave me a soft smile then scowled at her brother before closing the door. I threw my t-shirt into the hamper but kept hold of my jeans, mostly because they needed to dry out for tomorrow, but more disconcertingly, I needed them to hide the situation in my underwear. I headed back to Warrens bedroom. He watched closely for a moment as I passed him, but I kept my face neutral, like I hadnt just been getting an eyeful of his sisters incredibly hot body. Hed got out the camp bed, which was more comfortable than it sounded, with a pillow and duvet for me. I dropped onto it and covered myself then threw my jeans over the beanbag as Warren got into his bed. He flipped off the TV and the lamp on his nightstand.

You good?

I glanced over at the bed. It was too dark to see him, but he would be looking to where I was lying. I sighed heavily. Wasnt so bad tonight. I just couldnt deal.

After a moment of silence, he said, Youre making breakfast tomorrow, fucker. I heard the grin in his voice.

Whatever asshole.

Night.

Yeah, night.

It didnt take long for him to drop off, his breath evening out within ten minutes. My eyes grew accustomed to the dark as I stared at the ceiling. Despite how late it was, and how fucked I already felt, sleep wouldnt come.

Id known the twins since we were five years old. We met when we started kindergarten. Id been fascinated by the fact that they were twins, because they were a boy and a girl and didnt look the same. Once I realized how cool and fun they were, it hadnt bothered me Waverley was a girl. She didnt act like the other girls in school. I guess growing up with a brother she was so close to, it became normal for her to emulate him and his behaviors. They did everything together and were fiercely protective of each other.

She never wore dresses, always covered in dirt from climbing trees, riding her bike, or playing at the park with us. She didnt like it when other girls tried to play with us and the thought of owning dolls had her fake gagging. We taught her how to fight when a couple of kids started picking on her when we were around eight. Dont get me wrong, wed hit those little shits when the teacher wasnt looking, but Waverley wasnt one to sit back and let others take care of her, she wanted to be able to do it herself.

When we were ten, a new kid moved into the house next door. He was a foster kid and older than us. We used to play out front of the Curtis house after school, Warren wanted to be in the NBA, so his dad got him a basketball hoop installed over the garage door. Sometimes wed play or just hang out talking and listening to music. This new kid would watch us from his own porch, wearing headphones and avoiding everyone, he never approached us. He was always alone, and school was out for summer when he arrived, so he hadnt met anyone yet. We werent sure if he was shy, boring, or simply weird.

Then one day, Waverley bounced the basketball into his front garden. I wanted to get it for her, but she ran off before I could. The boy came off his porch and handed the ball to Wave because it had landed by his feet. Im sure she did it on purpose because she was always talking about the kid, but Warren didnt like strangers, so hed told her not to talk to him.

I watched as the boy spoke to her, ready to run over and punch his nose if he said or did anything to upset or hurt her. Then she laughed, really laughed, threw her head back and clutched her sides. They continued talking and Warren and I exchanged a look.

Whats so funny? Warren called out to them.

Waverley linked his arm and dragged him from his yard. He was reluctant but she was towing him along like a dog on a leash, so he had no choice. For a girl, Waverley was deceptively strong.

This is Connor, hes twelve, hes from Detroit and he hates it here, even though the Rochesters are nice people, and they have a dog, she pouted because her dad wouldnt let her have a pet. But he just told me the funniest joke, she plonked herself down and made him sit beside her on the porch steps. Warren and I walked over, cautious. Tell them the joke, she said, taking a bag of Swedish Fish from her pocket and offering them around.

Connor told us the joke and we laughed, even though I could tell Warren was trying to be tough and not like him. He had serious trust issues where strangers were concerned, something his dad had drummed into all of us. But Connor was a kid, and after a while it became clear he was no danger. It didnt take long for him to get comfortable with us. We spent the rest of the afternoon together, playing and telling jokes. Connor was hilarious, loyal, and as protective of Wave as the rest of us. So, he became part of our friend group, one that was rock solid to this day.

The only real change in the dynamic was Waverley. Shed started playing with girls in middle school and got herself a best friend. They disappeared into her room together where they laughed and listened to music. We teased her regularly about what they got up to when they shut us out. She still spent time together with us when Joanna wasnt over. Now, we were seventeen, she was no longer that adventurous child with dirty knees and scuffed sneakers. She didnt put on airs, she wasnt vain, and dressed casually, when the girls around her were dressing to impress the boys, covering their faces in makeup, but she was changing.

My mind flashed back to her in those pajamas, the sliver of stomach showing where the hem didnt quite reach the top of her shorts. And the outline of her tits against the silky fabric and legs that went on for miles. Even with her hair all messy and pillow creases on her face, she looked fucking hot.

Objectively speaking, I could see she was attractive, gorgeous even but until recently it wasnt something actively in my head. Id been with a few girls. I wasnt the type of guy who wanted to get a girlfriend, I didnt need that drama. I hooked up with a few girls at parties and had even casually dated one girl for a couple of months, but that didnt last, she got clingy and annoying and always wanted to be around. She didnt like Waverley either and that was a deal breaker. No one asked me not to hang out with one of my best friends and got away with it.

I hadnt gone all the way yet, though Id done my fair share of rounding the other bases. My hormonal brain was suddenly starting to take note of the hot girl who was close enough that we often sat cuddled together on the sofa, watching movies, without a second thought.

Shit. I ran a hand over my face. The last thing I need to start thinking about Wave is that she is hot. Shes one of my best friends, shes my actual best friends sister. I had enough on my plate with everything going on with my dad and school and the club. I didnt need to have any thoughts about Waverley Curtis. I shifted uncomfortably on the camp bed as my dick had other ideas. Jesus Christ, this boner wasnt going away.

I wasnt about to jerk off while Warren was sleeping in the same room as me, but I was painfully hard. The more I tried to stop it, the more I thought about her. If I could go to the bathroom, I could No, shed hear me, or Id wake Warren. I tucked my hands under the back of my head to keep them out of the danger zone, willing my dick to go down. I couldnt sleep like this. She was lying a few feet away from me, only a couple of doors between us, in that little sexy as fuck outfit.

Warren snorted and rolled over in his sleep, making me feel guilty. I could never act on any of it. Warren would castrate me. Hed already warned the male population at school if they touched his sister, hed kill them.

And they took note, because Warren was the son of one of the scariest men in town. King Curtis was the President of the Devils Chaos Motorcycle Club, a one percenter outlaw MC who had been based in Sussex, New Jersey for almost sixty years. He had the local police in his pocket, he ran all the criminal activity in the county and everyone in town knew who he was and about the MC. Despite all that, King didnt allow any shit to affect the town. He protected it and even the people who bitched and moaned about them, tolerated the club.

The kids in school knew to listen to whatever Warren said. They listened to me too. We werent members of the club yet, but we rode motorcycles, wore leather jackets, and had that general dont fuck with us attitude, that either had people hating us for what we were a part of, or wanting to be around us. Wed deemed Waverley off limits a while ago. It was taking my dick an awful long time to remember the warning was for me too.

Then I thought about why I was here, what I had run from, and my dick deflated like a popped balloon. The next time I was alone in my own bed, the image of her tonight would have me reaching for my dick. So long as I didnt act on it, it wasnt hurting anyone.

I eventually fell asleep, the lull of Warrens steady breathing and the feeling of comfort and safety I found being in this house allowing me to relax enough to drift off.