22. Mayson
Mayson
R ealistically, I know it’s Colin that’s currently chasing me with that hot as shit skull mask on his face.
But my brain can’t seem to register that I’m not in any real danger.
Though, knowing that it’s Colin may be even more dangerous than if it was some deranged psycho.
Because the deranged psycho is actually my stepbrother.
I may be able to outrun him, though. I’m pretty fast, and I’m smaller than him.
I could probably find some stump to hide in or something if I get far enough ahead.
I’m not wearing the best outfit for this, I thought the white dress with fake blood all over me would be something different.
I thought I was creative being a murder victim, but I feel like it’ll make me an easier target than I already am by the man chasing me.
I kick off my shoes because they’re only going to slow me down, and I take off. I do my best to ignore the dirt and sticks stabbing into my feet as I run, focusing purely on getting away. The cold air whips at my face as I quickly make decisions on where to turn and weave.
His thunderous footfalls are behind me, and I can feel how close he is, which is way closer than I want him to be. I try to pick up the speed, but my lack of shoes is hurting me more than I expected it to. I do my best to black out the pain of my feet and continue to run.
Despite my effort, I can feel him gaining on me and I know he has the advantage of living here longer and of course the actual shoes on his feet. I turn quickly, hoping it throws him off, but all it does is make me lose my balance and then I’m flying face first into the dirt with a scream.
I try to scramble to my feet and get away, but his weight is on my back, pushing me down. I try to fight to get him off me, but it’s useless with how he maneuvers my body with ease like he’s done every single time we’ve been together.
“That was cute, baby deer, I really thought you might actually make me work for this tight little body this time.” He doesn’t even sound out of breath and I want to knee him in the balls for it.
“There’s still time,” I say weakly. At the same time he’s pushing up my dress revealing my bare ass.
Yes, I could have bought more underwear today when I bought this dress. Yes, I could have bought more almost any time since this has started, but for some reason I haven’t. And I’m not about to delve into the psychology of why I haven’t.
“I can’t wait until the day I fuck this too.” Colin groans, slapping his palm onto my skin sharply.
The thought has my fight returning as I try to buck him off because I’ve seen his dick. I’ve felt it once and I know how massive it is. And I know that thing is not fitting in my ass without me ending up splitting completely in half.
“Don’t worry, Mace, that’s not happening tonight. But I am taking this pretty little pussy again.” While that should have me fighting, it doesn’t because I’ve been desperate to feel him again ever since that first time.
I expected him to give in and fuck me a lot sooner than right now, but instead he’s chosen to tease the shit out of me. Now here we are, and I have no fight in me when it comes to him fucking me again.
“Oh you want that, don’t you?” he taunts.
I swivel my ass around, desperately wanting some sort of friction even though I’m currently face down in the dirt while my stepbrother pins me down, and is currently pushing his pants down. I hear the rustling behind me, and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted this more.
His hands find my hips and pull me to my knees so fast I have to catch myself with my palms in the dirt and leaves on the forest floor. I dig my fingers in, trying to hold onto something as I feel him teasing the head of his cock along my seam.
“You’re so wet for me. Do you like being chased or is it the mask?”
“Neither,” I breathe, trying to push back against him.
“So this is just because of me then?”
No, it’s because you and the mask and I never realized being chased was so sexual. And also I may be completely fucked in the head.
He grabs my biceps, pulling my arms behind me, holding my forearms folded on top of each other in one of his large hands, and uses it as leverage to pull me onto his dick with one hard thrust.
I cry out at the stretch, wanting so badly to hold onto something, but he’s holding my arms hostage as my knees already ache from the ground.
Colin groans loudly as he stays fully seated inside me and I gasp for breath as I adjust to his size. I swear he feels bigger this time.
“You feel even better than I remember,” he moans, pulling back an inch before pushing back in completely once again .
I want to agree, but that would admit too much to him.
He uses his hold on my arms to pull me back against him over and over, slowly at first then starts to speed up as my moans get louder. I feel used in the absolute best way, like I’m just a toy for his pleasure as he fucks me into him, my ass slapping against his thighs with each powerful thrust.
“You don’t think you’re a good girl, but you look like one right now. Fuck, you should see how good your cunt looks stretched around my cock like this.”
I hate that I want to see it. I hate that I want to see his masked face while he fucks me into oblivion. I hate that I feel the orgasm so close I can practically taste it. I hate that despite everything, I want him and he knows it.
“You’re going to come for me like this, and then we’re going back home and I’m going to fuck you for the rest of the night. I want you so full of my cum it’s dripping out of you during your game tomorrow,” he says like a threat.
“Colin,” I moan, not sure if I’m complaining, or wanting more.
“I know.” His fingers dig into my skin so hard I’ll probably end up with bruises on my arms.
My knees are going to be bruised for sure, and I hardly notice the tears streaming down my face as my release gets closer and closer. I’m gasping, moving back against him, unable to fight any of this. It’s pointless anyway.
“You’ve got this,” he encourages, and for some reason the subtle praise and encouragement is what tips me over.
I’m crying out. The only thing holding me up is Colin’s grip on my arms as he continues to fuck me, harder and faster until he finds his own release. I feel him swell inside me followed by the feeling of being filled once again.
“So fucking good,” he groans, the sound muffled by his mask.
He lifts me up as he stands, and I don’t even fight his hold as he carries me back toward the house. I can’t even think about how I must look, and what people will think when they see us like this. But at the same time I really don’t care.
He fucked all the fucks out of me, I guess.
I’m sure my teammates are going to have questions, and they’ll be ones I don’t have answers to, but I don’t care.
Part of my brain also worries about someone taking a picture of whatever state I’m in and posting it, but then I remember who the man carrying me is. And he would never let that shit get out. He might be crazy and evil in a lot of ways, but he would kill anyone that tried that.
For some reason, that thought has me nuzzling my face against his chest, burying my nose in his hoodie. He always smells so good, but right now that woodsy cologne is mixed with the real woods and sex and it leaves me wanting him once again.
I hardly notice when we’re back inside with how quickly we go up to his room.
The sounds from the party are muffled as soon as the door closes behind us, and I don’t know what I expect to happen from here, but I can’t deny that whatever it is, I want it to.
We’ve moved past denial and while I’ll never stop fighting him, I can also enjoy how he makes me feel. Which is too damn good.