"A-are you going to hurt me?" Annie asks in a dry whisper. She's terrified. Obviously. You just killed a man right in front of her, no matter that maybe he was going to kill her. She's shaking like a leaf on a tree but… there's something more about Annie that you're starting to notice. She's terrified and very, very horny. Terrified, horny, and confused. It's a potent chemical cocktail which seems to have basically left her catatonic, her mind unable to reconcile everything she's feeling right now.
"Only if you want me to," you say, smirking. Ah, that one slipped out. You couldn't help yourself. You let her go before your Id escalates things more. That poor impulse control is really going to get you into trouble one day. You wheel the mop water bucket into the bathroom and dump the pink blood-water into the toilet, watching it swirl down as you try to ignore the lingering stink of vomit. "No," you say finally. "I'm not going to hurt you, Annie."
"I threw up," she whispers.
"I know," you pat her on the shoulder. "It's alright. Go sit."
She goes and sits behind the counter again, knees together, hands in her lap, thousand yard stare, trying to process everything that's happened.
You feel… strangely guilty. That tiny, irritating sliver of humanity would never have wanted to expose Annie to this. But at the same time, you feel incredibly liberated. Another taboo burned to the fucking ground. You've got to dump the Rat's body still. You're thinking you can dump his body in the woods where you dumped that hooker, maybe ditch the car in Lasker City again, especially since you can just Speak of the Devil right back here so long as Annie remains. Convenient. It's all trivial stuff. Assuming you don't get caught.
"Annie?"
"Mh?"
"Can you get me the tape for these cameras?" you gesture to the CCTV pointed at your face.
She blinks, then shakes her head. "No." She blinks again like she's trying to wake up. "I mean, I can erase it," she says. "I…" she looks at you again. "Kyle, I'm scared." She might have stopped there but she doesn't. Annie bites her lip and looks at you. "I don't want to be scared anymore."
You know, if it's cool if you sometimes kill people, it's probably okay to fuck your old crush too. Right? This seems an appropriate time. Nothing goes better with murder than hot, illicit sex.
You smile at Annie, not holding back. You like how her lower lip quivers. You lean in close to her, looping your fingers around her neck. She tenses, gasps softly. You bring your lips to her ear and nip earlobe. "So don't be," you say, running your tongue along the curve of her ear. You feel goosebumps break out along her neck. Perfect.
You go lower, breathing on her collarbone. She turns her head to the side, offering herself to you. You kiss warm skin and then sink your teeth into neck her as she gasps and puts her arms around you.
"K-Kyle!"
She likes it.
You like it too. You reach down and unbutton her jeans, feeling a surge of something strange inside you. A sense of fulfillment, a sense of destiny. This was really something that was supposed to happen a long time ago.
Annie remains pliant, her body obeying your silent commands. She lifts her hips and allows you to pull her jeans down, revealing long, smooth legs and pink cotton panties which cling to her enticingly, revealing the outline of her plump labia. Next her shirt, the main event in your mind.
You roll her shirt up, first over her tummy and then over the deliciously full swell of her breasts. Let's be honest, your sister just can't compare. Annie is watching you apprehensively, even as she allows it. Her eyes glitter nervously as you reveal her bra. Her chest rises and falls with tense, quick breaths. You feel her heart racing, beating hard. The bra has a front clasp. You reach for it and she catches your wrists.
The two of you lock eyes. Annie doesn't speak, but you see it in her face. This is the point of no return. You've never shied away from crossing lines. The clasp comes undone with a twist of your fingers and her bra falls away. Her breasts bounce softly as they're released. Her dusky nipples stiffen in the cool air of the store. She looks like she wants to cover herself but seems to understand you wouldn't let her.
Leaning in, you cup a breast, lifting it to your mouth to swirl your tongue around her pebbled nipple.
"A-ahh. Mmh." She runs her fingers through your hair as you knead her tits, nursing, nibbling, licking. First one, then the other. "Fuck…" You could probably do this all day long. They're really damn great. But, you don't have all day.
You push Annie down onto her back on the counter and pull her panties down her legs. A neatly trimmed landing strip spurs you on, as if you needed more reason to continue. Your belt comes away and you undo your fly one handed, gripping Annie by a thigh. The angles are all wrong. The counter is too high for this. Instead you sweep everything off it. Take-a-penny, lotto ticket displays, credit card reader, all of it goes crashing to the floor as you hop onto the counter, positioning yourself over your high school crush, now naked in the way that counts.
Annie instinctively spreads her legs but you help her, gripping her under her knees and folding her, leaving her ankles above her head as you mating press her. Your cock presses against her slit, wet, hot, and ready. You don't need an invitation. You press into her, gliding smoothly.
Annie moans instantly, gritting her teeth against the sudden intrusion, but the discomfort is quickly replaced with pleasure. "O-oh god," she breathes, locking her hands behind your neck as you start to fuck her. You'd forgotten how good pussy feels. Wet, smooth, tight. Each thrust makes her gasp softly. She screws her eyes shut, brows furrowed in concentration as you pin her to the counter and fuck her deep and hard. After a few strokes, she's practically dripping off your shaft, her moans growing louder and more desperate. Her magnificent breasts bounce with each stroke, jiggling as you pound her.
Your breathing gets harder at the time your thrusts do. You're pounding her into the counter, fucking her like you're trying to make up for lost time.
Annie's eyes flicker open, gazing uncertainly up at you. They're still hazed with that exquisite mixture of fear and arousal. She's fucking a monster and she loves it.
You love it too. So much so that you're about done.
Annie feels you pulsing inside her, feels you growing impossibly harder. "Inside," she whispers. "Inside is okay."
You don't know if that's really true or not, nor do you care right now. Instead you give her your all, jackhammering your hip against her, feeling her cunt tighten around you, squeezing as she climaxes. Annie's back arches off the counter at the same time you release, shooting your load straight into her womb with a groan. Her hips buck up against you weekly as she cums, shivering beneath you, allowing you a few more weak, jerky thrusts as you fuck your cum into her.
Finally, you're spent–you and her both. You straighten up, panting, watching the way her breasts move with her breathing. You slip your half-hard cock out of her, watching a trickle of white semen run down her buttcrack. As you move back, she lays her legs flat on the table, goes limp, just breathing.
It's cathartic to finally see what you'd missed out on. You buckle your belt and pick your shirt up off the counter. Feels like a promise fulfilled. Maybe like… old times. Before everything went bad. Well… worse.
Candi is going to be pissed.