Page 2 of Blaze

I grunt with pleasure as her walls already begin to flutter around me, and I let go of her hair, reach around her, yank her babydoll outfit down and pinch her nipple hard. She detonates as her pussy squeezes my cock and her ass squeezes my fingers, making me groan.

Fuck yes…

Feeling my balls tighten, my orgasm impending, I quickly pull out of her, remove both condoms and squeeze my dick as I grunt, “Get your ass here, Halsy,” and the slut rushes over to me, gets on her knees before taking my dick into her mouth, deep throating me and I come just as Elenor turns and slams her lips against mine, shoving her tongue into my mouth and I groan.

I put one hand on Halsy’s head, keeping her on my dick so she knows to keep sucking until I’m hard again, while I pinch and pull at Elenor's nipple before I move my hand between us and thrust two fingers into her wet cunt.

Elenor tries to ride my fingers, and I thrust them even harder as my cock hardens in her sister's mouth. I get ready for a hot, dirty night of sex with the two sisters before I have to confront my reality with the club, my blood brother and a deadbeat who doesn’t deserve sons.

Blair – Aged Sixteen

I frown with concentration as I work out the bills for Ms. Hallows, my foster mom, so I don’t mess it up. I don’t want her to get in trouble before I look over her tax information to see if she’s paying the right amount. By my calculation, she’s been over eight thousand bucks short a month. That makes me wince as I begin to add it from when the payments changed due to her income with her clothes shop. My frown deepens, the number getting too large for her to pay.

“This can’t be right,” I mutter.

She owes ninety-six thousand dollars to the IRS, holy crap…

I don’t think she even has that, she’d have to take out another mortgage on her home. She could send me back to the care home, and that thought makes me want to be sick because honestly, Ms. Hallows has been amazing to me these past two years when the other two foster homes didn’t want me, when my own sister abandoned me.

I swallow hard. Seven years ago, I was staying with Poppy for a few days while our parents went on a second honeymoon of sorts to celebrate their fortieth wedding anniversary. I was all for it, even if my sister wasn’t and thinks I’m a menace because my parents deserved to celebrate. I mean, it isn’t their fault Dad’s vasectomy failed, it isn’t Dad’s fault that him and Mama had me later on in life while my sister was already fifteen and hated that the attention got divided.

Mom was told she couldn’t have more kids, so Dad got the snip, but my parents loved me, they treated me like their life. I knew how lucky I was to have them even if they were in their fifties and I tried to never take them for granted. I got home late from school after helping Alexiana, a girl in my school, with math, expecting to walk into our townhouse to find my mom making dinner. Instead, I found my sister crying with a lawyer explaining that our parents were dead and we were left with nothing.

Instead of holding me, a nine-year-old, who has just lost her parents, she told me that she couldn’t keep me with her. She couldn’t watch a disobedient child, that she was still in her youth, and that everything was gone, the house, the cars, they were all gone and she couldn’t afford me. Apparently our parents were selfish, choosing second honeymoons over their daughters…

She ensured I knew I was unwanted, and I have barely heard from her since she refused to take me in, not even a birthday card. Heck, I didn’t even know she got engaged until I saw it in the papers.

Some congressman’s son or something or other that Mom and Dad didn’t approve of…

It hurt, it really did, but then, why was I surprised?

She never wanted me.

I sigh as I sit back in my chair and eye Ms. Hallows' money issues.

A year and a half ago, with my help, she opened her clothing store, and at first, she barely turned over. But lately, business has picked up, and instead of calling her accountant, she left the books as they were…

I shake my head, suddenly hating that I'm good with numbers, too good if my homeschool teachers ask. I already have my high school diploma, and I’m currently studying at the community college for my nursing degree and a degree in accounting.

Becoming a nurse is the dream, it’s what my mom was, and I want to follow in her footsteps, to keep her memory alive. I also love numbers, which is why I'm double majoring despite only being sixteen, nearly seventeen and hopefully when I’m eighteen, I can find a job for both roles. One day, buy my own little house for just me, no one else, well, maybe a cat or a dog, but otherwise only me.

I don’t want to rely on anyone, I don’t want to lose anyone else. That’s why I fought to be homeschooled, so I couldn’t make permanent friends.

My parents are dead, my sister is non-existent, and I’ve already been in three foster homes, Ms. Hallows being the longest. The others didn’t like that I knew they were stealing from the government, using the money on gambling debts instead of feeding me and I was too young to realize I needed to keep my mouth shut.

Everyone leaves me, and seeing these numbers, I know Ms. Hallows will, too.

When I hit eighteen, I’ll always be alone.

“Hey, sweetie,” I hear Ms. Hallows call and I wince as she comes up behind me and kisses my head before freezing, seeing the numbers, and she mutters, “Crap, I knew I should have answered my accountant's calls last week,” before she sighs, “This explains the threats from your sister.”

Wait, what?

I look at her wide-eyed, her light blonde hair up in a messy bun, making her look younger than she is.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, horrified, at the mention of my sister, and the woman who has taken me in gives me a sad smile.

“She came to the shop today, and she said, which I confirmed, that child protective services are giving her full custody of you. If I contest, she’ll report me, and this explains why she believes she has a leg to stand on,” she says softly, and I flinch at the thought of being with my sister.