Jeff turned from his locker as Phil sidled up next to him.
"It's ten O'clock. Do you know where your sister is?" he grinned.
"Ha, ha," Jeff replied, unamused.
"Do you know where she was last night then?" Jeff frowned.
"She was at Karen's till nine or so, then came home."
"Well, not according to Connors. He was telling Dejesus how he pumped her pussy last night." Jeff's face flattened.
"No offence man."
"Sure."
"He said he doped her with Quaaludes and him and a couple of other guys fucked her silly, and reamed out her asshole too."
"Where is he now?"
"As a matter of fact, he's out back having a discussion with Donnie."
Jeff grinned fiercely.
He was going over some plays for next weeks game against Kennedy High, when there was a furious pounding at his bedroom door.
"Jeff! You fucker!" He sat back in his chair and stared upward at the ceiling, then shrugged impatiently and went to answer the door.
Paige was standing furiously in the doorway, glaring up at him in rage.
"What do you want?" he sighed.
"You fucking know what I want you cocksucker!"
"You want me to wash your mouth out with soap right?"
"You beat up Dave!"
"Says who?"
"I know it was you!"
"Is that what he says?"
"He can't talk! You broke his jaw!"
"Probably a customer."
"He is not a drug dealer!"
"Not what I heard."
"You are a sick, nasty, bullying bastard!" He grabbed her by the arm and pushed her against the door, glaring down at her.
"You know he said him and a couple of other guys fucked you last night?" She faltered slightly, flushing.
"He… wouldn't say that."
"He's a prick. Of course he'd say that. Were you with him yesterday night when you were supposed to be at Karen's?"
"None of your business!"
"He said him and them fucked you in the asshole."
"You… you are disgusting!"
"Then he didn't do that huh?" She turned away in an angry huff, jerking her arm free.
"Of course if you were taking his little pills, you wouldn't know what happened anyway, would you?' She turned and stared fiercely at him.
"And what if I did fuck him?" she hissed. "So what? Maybe I like fucking him! Maybe I like fucking a lot of guys!"
"Three at a time? I'd like to watch that."
"I bet you would! You pervert!" She stomped forward and pointed her finger at him.
"I can do whatever I want!" He gazed at the finger, inches from his face, and wondered wether to bite it.
Instead he grabbed it, then turned her around and swatted her twice on the behind. She yelped in pain and shock, jumping forward as he let go of her finger.
"You're not going to be the school roundheels while I'm around," he glared.
"Fuck you!" she screamed, refusing to rub her buttocks, which still burned with pain. He took a sudden step forward and she bolted for her room, slamming it behind her.
"Spoiled bitch," he called after her.
Part Four
Allyson had been out all day. When she returned around five o'clock, he hurried down to see her. He'd left early for practice, and hadn't seen her since yesterday night when they'd fucked. He was worried now about how she was reacting.
She was wearing a heavy sweater over jeans. Her back was to him as she unpacked some things and put them away in the cupboards. He walked up beside her and leaned against the counter a foot away.
She turned and glanced at him briefly before returning to her unpacking.
"Hi." he said.
"Hi."
"Get everything done?" She nodded.
"How you feeling?"
"Fine."
"That's good." She unpacked some more things in silence, not looking at him. Her skin was flushed.
"How you feel about last night?" he asked. She faltered, then continued putting things away.
"Forget it." she said, quietly.
"No way I can do that, not ever."
"Well, try."
"Don't want to." She stopped, and turned to him, her face set.
"Jeff." she stopped, considering her words. "What happened yesterday was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened. It was my fault and it won't happen again, ever." she glared at him.
"Why?"
"Why?' He nodded.
"Why?"
"You know why," she hissed.
"Nope, I don't. I liked it. You liked it. I know you came a bunch of times." Her skin reddened further.
"That's not the point," she said, despairingly.
"Look, you know why incest is supposed to be bad? It's bad because you get two headed babies and stuff. Well, all that was before the pill. We don't have to worry about that?" He frowned suddenly.
"You are on the pill, aren't you?"
"That's none of your business," she said, in exasperation.
"Is too. Anyway, I liked fucking you, and I want to do it again, a lot."
"Well you can't," she groaned. "God. If anyone ever found out… What would Paige think?"
"Who cares what that spoiled little brat thinks?"
"I do for one," she frowned.
"She won't find out anyway."
"Look, we are not going to do that again, and…"
His hand slid behind her neck, pulling her face to him, and his mouth fastened tightly against hers. Her lips opened in surprise as his engulfed them, and his tongue slid forward, moving into her mouth. His other hand slid down onto her chest, squeezing her breast as she struggled weakly against him.
She pushed franticly on his chest, and tried to pull her head away. She could feel her juices starting to rise, feel her pussy instantly begin to lubricate and ignite as his hand moved over her breast.
She was backed against he counter with nowhere to escape as his hungry mouth slid against hers and his hand slid down between her legs. He cupped her crotch tightly, and a searing blaze of heat shot up her spine.
Finally, she twisted away, shoving him back, and staggering backwards.
"J… Jeff," she gasped.
"I know. That was dumb. Paige is upstairs after all. I'll wait," he grinned. He turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving her shivering slightly. Her legs unconsciously opened and closed, squeezing her pussy, and she caught her hand just as she was reaching for her groin.
When he got back to his room, his eyes opened in stunned amazement. Bits of white paper were scattered all over the floor from wall to wall. He leaned down and picked some up. One had a piece of a curved arrow on it. He glanced up quickly to his desk, and saw the playbook missing.
"Fucking bitch," he hissed, furiously.
He stormed out of his room and down the hall to Paige's door. It was locked. He grinned nastily. The lock was one of those bedroom locks meant for privacy, not keeping out burglars or anything. It had a little hole in the middle of the doorknob and required only a stiff piece of wire to unlock.
He grabbed a coathanger from the closet and straightened the end, then moved back to her door. He pushed the end of the coathanger into the little hole and felt the knob turn under his hand.
He shoved the door open. Paige was standing by her bed, clad only in a tiny pair of string bikini panties and matching half bra. She whirled around and yelped in surprise as he stomped into the room.
"You think that was funny, you little slut?" She rushed towards the closet, but he grabbed her arm, twirling her around and dragging her to a chair.
He sat down and pulled the struggling her across his lap. "You want to act like a spoiled little bitch and I'll treat you like one," he yelled. His hand slapped down on her upturned buttocks, making a loud CRACK. Paige cried out in pain, her body thrashing franticly.
He easily pinned her two small hands together and brought his hand down on her ass again, and again, and again, and again.
Paige squalled and shrieked and cursed as his hand repeatedly came down on her quickly reddening buttocks. Her tiny bikini panties were no protection at all as his big hand continued to assault her tender ass cheeks.