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“Do it,” I whispered to him.

“Are you
sure?
We can still go
back…”

“No we can’t,” I protested. “Not ever.”

“After we do this…”

“Just put it fucking inside me,” I commanded.

“What was that?” Sawyer tilted his head. The cocky smirk was here again,
and he was determined to make me say it – the way
he
wanted me to.

After a sigh, I smiled at him widely.

“Sawyer…I need your thick cock inside me.
Please.
”

“What kind of man would I be,” he began, pushing his bulbous head into
my chasm, “if I turned down a request like
that
from such a beautiful woman?”

My eyes went wide, a heavy groan on my lips. He was
huge
. I knew he was – I’d only just had him in my mouth
– but I was still woefully unprepared for the intensity of his huge cock
filling me.

Sawyer didn’t try to force it. Going slowly, gently at first, he inched
himself into my tight chasm. If he hadn’t lubricated me up with his tongue, it would
have been a complete no-go from the start.

Soon, he had pushed several inches into me. It was enough for him to
slide his chest down to mine, and his lips found my neck once more. My hands
grasped onto his ass as he gave me a crippling, lip-quivering thrust.

“God…fucking…
shit
,” I blurted
out as he began to rock his hips against mine. My fingernails dug into his hips
as he built up steam, gradually increasing the speed and severity of our
fucking.

My head rolled to the side, giving him better access to my throat. He
nuzzled his face against the side of my head instead, his hot, shuddering
breath rolling over my ear. He pulled the lobe between his teeth again,
flicking it with his tongue, and I felt the blood rushing to my face.

Sawyer had completely hilted himself inside me now. His hips were
rolling into mine, having coerced my body to accept all of him within my slick
folds. As he picked the speed up, I could feel each jaw-dropping thrust stretch
my wet chasm. The pain mixed into the pleasure, but the latter built up faster.
Soon, the stinging was eclipsed completely by the sheer carnal fervor, and I
held him tighter. My hands were on his hips again; my fingernails digging into
his cheeks. Holding onto his ass, I coerced him to pound my pussy harder and
harder.

It was everything I could have wanted and more.

My back arched. Another crushing climax was stirring, deep inside
– and it wanted release.
Needed
it.

“Don’t stop, Sawyer,” I murmured into his ear as he fucked me. “Please
don’t stop...”

He grunted an answer, powerfully thrusting deep into my body. The
ascending wave was on the rise again; it was ready to bring me to a tremendous
new height.

Sawyer’s body began to tense up as he held my head in his hands,
clutching it against his shoulder. Our rhythm had risen to an incredible speed,
and my hands gripping his hips continuously urged him to go
faster, harder.

“Fuck…shit…Sawyer!” I exclaimed in tight gasps.

The wave crashed, shattering me to pieces.

It wasn’t just one orgasm this time. I rode out a series of them, easily
four or five, as they surged against my battered pussy. I writhed in pleasure
beneath him, feeling his thrusts lose their uniformity. He was on the edge of
climaxing, too. My inner muscles clenched around his cock, eager to milk him
dry.

His body went rigid as well, and he groaned into my neck. As the last
orgasm struck me down, I felt a burst of his seed inside me, filling my womb
with his passion. His limbs, his core, everything was totally stiff – and
we finally collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and lust, kissing each other
deeply and passionately in the dimming light of the setting sun.

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Chapter 22 – Sawyer

Pennsylvania, Five Years Ago

Of course it was storming as I climbed out of the taxi, pulling my
hoodie up over my head as I stepped towards the payphone. I didn’t blame the
weather, because it was just too poetic. I mean, why not take the opportunity
to be a complete cliché – soaking everything in sight during what I had
to do?

Quickly pulling myself under the lackluster covering, I rummaged in my
pocket for a moment. With a handful of jiggling change, I jammed some quarters
into the coin slot.

It was time.

I hesitated, my fingers hovering along the edge of the phone.
Am I really going to go through with this?
It’s now or never. I can still turn back…

My chest was heavy as I punched in my father’s cell phone number. Panic
seized in my lungs as I lifted the wet phone from the catch, all too conscious
of my own breathing. The entire world froze as the receiver slid into place
against my ear, already in the middle of the second, maybe third ring. It rang
a few more times, and I felt my stomach knotting up.

Would he even pick up?
I wasn’t
honestly sure.

CLICK
.
“Hello?” The voice was
unmistakably that of my father. He sounded weary, but not necessarily rushed.
Good.

“Is this Chet Samuels?” I asked, naively attempting to disguise myself
with a transparently deep but recognizable voice. Unfortunately, speaking
loudly enough for him to hear me pretty much ruined any chance of that.

“Who is –
Sawyer?
Is
that
you?
”

CLICK. I slammed the phone back onto the catch. Fear flooded my veins,
filling my lungs. I breathed uncertainty; I exhaled regret. But it was too late
now – I couldn’t do this to my father without an explanation.

Hesitantly, I jammed my hand into my pocket, swirling around the change
for a few more quarters.
Shit.
I was
one short.

I walked back and tapped on the window. The taxi driver begrudgingly
rolled the window down, cursing at the immediate exposure to the borderline
monsoon.

“I’m gettin’ soaked here, kid! Whaddaya want?” He shouted over the
deafening rain.

“I need a quarter.”

“What?”

I repeated, shouting it over the rain. “I need a quarter!”

“A
quarter?
Look, pal, I’m a
taxi driver! Not a goddamn bank!”

“I have to make a phone call! Listen, I’ll tip you! I just need a
freaking quarter! It’s important!”

“Fine! Fuck! Just gimme a minute here!”

He hastily zipped the window back up, and I stood with my back to the
pouring rain. I was already soaked to the bone, standing against the
overwhelming lash of nature – as if it, too, disagreed with what I had
come here to do.

Just give it up
, it seemed
to tell me.

Wouldn’t it easier to warm up
by that fireplace?

It only made me angrier, but that’s exactly what I needed, and I knew
it. No more hesitation. No more doubt.

What I needed was stone-cold conviction.

“Here! Just hurry up! I’m not gettin’ paid for you calling your little
girlfriend up!” The driver shouted, handing me a quarter through the window.

I brushed his comment aside and splashed back to the payphone. Emptying
my quarters into the slot, I lifted the receiver and dialed the number again.

This time, Dad picked up on the second ring.

“Hello? Sawyer? Is that you?”

“It’s me, Dad,” I shouted over the rain. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes! Why are you shouting?”

“It’s storming!”

There was a slight pause, and then a chuckle into the phone, followed by
something inaudible.

“What?” I yelled out.

“I
said,
‘So it is!’ I didn’t
even notice!” He shouted back.

“Where are you?” I asked loudly.

“I’m here at home!”

“Is anyone else around?”

“No!”

“Mom, Saffron, where are they?”

“They’re out by themselves at some gallery! Buying art! You know how the
two of them are about their art! This storm really came out of nowhere, didn’t
it?”

Good,
I thought to
myself. I didn’t want either of them around while I called. This was something
that just had to be between him and me – even if he was inevitably going
to tell Ellen about it when they were alone.

That was a compromise I could live with.

“Son, where are you? I’ll pick you up right now!”

I thought about it for a moment. This was my one chance to turn back, to
cast off this entire stupid thing. But I was too committed now.

“That’s not why I called!” I told him loudly. “I just wanted to let you
know that I’m okay!”

“Good! Now come back home! Your mother and I are worried sick!”

In the back of my head, I recognized that he didn’t mention Saffron at
all, but I knew what he was like. What
both
my parents were like. She could be worried sick about me, and he wouldn’t
have thought to say it. Maybe he hadn’t even noticed.

But I doubted that was the case. I knew she hated the way that I acted
towards her. She had every right to hate me.

“I can’t!” I told him, plugging in my other ear with my finger as the
rain thrashed about. Even under this covering, with all the buildings around,
there was still enough force for the weather to antagonize me as I made this
phone call.

“Why not? Son, you don’t have to leave home to be a man! I just want you
to be safe!”

“I know, Dad! But it’s more than that!”

“What?” He sounded confused.

“You read the note, right?”

“Yes! Every word! I read it over and over!”

“There’s something I didn’t say in the note, something private!”

“What? Really? Why didn’t you write it in?”

“It’s something just for you! You can’t tell my stepsister! You can’t
tell anyone… Promise me!” The rain was as harsh as ever, and I was struggling
to hear him.

“Son, I promise! You can tell me anything! I promise she won’t find
out!”

I hesitated, took a deep breath, and made my confession.

“I love her, Dad! I love Saffron, with everything that I am! I’ve loved
her since the day I met her! It’s too much for me to handle! I’m weak, I’m
stupid, and I just can’t…I can’t…” my words trailed off, and I fought back
wetness on my face that didn’t come from the rain.

“Son! It’s okay! We can sort this out! I just want you back home! It’s
just a phase! People go through this sometimes! If you just come back – ”

“No, Dad! You’re not listening!”

“Tell me where you are! We can figure this out!”

“Dad! You
never
fucking
listened to me!”

The line went quiet. I fought back the urge to ask if he was still
there.

“ That’s…that’s not true!” He finally replied.

“Dad, you didn’t even
tell me
she existed! Not until after the marriage! The entire time you and Ellen were
dating, you were barely there for me! And that’s okay! You were so busy with
your work, with your relationship; you just didn’t have time for me! I don’t
blame you! I’ve
never
blamed you!”

“I…no, you can’t think that!”

“Think about it, Dad! You were always tied up! Always too busy for me!
Even before they entered our lives, I barely saw you for years! I had to grow
up by myself! And now I have to do it again, but this time…this time I have to
be away from everyone!”

“Son…!” He was audibly beside himself. Something croaked into his voice.
It sounded like a dawning realization, descending into regret.

“It’s okay!
I’ve never blamed you!
But I have to do this now! My sister…I’ve been in love with her for years!
And I can’t deal with it anymore!
That’s
why
I’m really leaving! I have to get her out of my head! I have to forget! She
means the entire fucking world to me, and I can’t bear being around her anymore
because all I want to do is love her! And I can’t…”

He said something, but I couldn’t hear him over the rain.

“What?”

“I said, ‘I understand,’” he spoke louder. “I wish there was something I
could have done for you. I wish I’d known…that I’d paid more attention to
you…I’ve been a terrible father!” He was shouting over the rain again now, his
voice breaking. “I’ve let you down!”

“No!” I rebutted him. He was in danger of losing the point, and I didn’t
have much more time to make sure he really understood. “You raised me right! You
gave me everything I needed! But I need you to understand…and you know now why
I couldn’t write that in the note! She saw it, right?”

“Yes,” my father confirmed loudly. He sounded like a broken man now.
“She read the note.”

“You see? I wanted to tell you! I wanted to tell
her!
But I’m not strong enough to handle this…so I have to go away!
I have to learn to be stronger! But while I’m gone, I’ll become
better!
You’ll see!”

“Son…you don’t have to prove anything to me! You know I love you!”

“I know, Dad! I love you too! But I need this!”

“Is it…is it really that bad?” He asked loudly.

“Dad, when you look at Ellen – when you look at
Mom
– what do you feel?”

“I feel…” he paused, collecting his thoughts. He paused for a long time,
and the silence was all he really had to say. “She means the world to me!”

“That’s how Saffron makes me feel!” I shouted. “I can’t bear the thought
of being apart from her! When she smiles, nothing else matters! She’s all I
could ever want!” I could feel myself breaking down, but I held myself
together. “I have to go away – I have to learn to live without her. She’s
my stepsister! I
can’t
love her. I
can never have her!”

To his credit, my father was finally listening.

 
“How long are you going to
be gone?” He asked loudly.

“I don’t know. It might be a few years.”

“Where are you going?”

“Far away. Across the country. I don’t know yet…”

By now, I’d already settled on New Orleans…but I knew that if I told
him, he’d never stop looking for me there, even if I moved on. I made a promise
to myself –
That’s the last time I
lie to my father.
He had reacted with confusion but not anger, even after I
made him understand that I was in love with my stepsibling. Instead of disgust,
or fury, or any of those emotions…he didn’t claim to completely get it, but he
supported me now. The very least that I could do to repay him is never lie to
him again.

“Be safe, Sawyer! You know how to reach me if you
ever
need anything! I’m just a phone call away – there’s no
shame in it! I’ll never judge you for anything!”

“I believe you.” I shouted over the torrential rain. “I have to go now.
But Dad…I love you.”

The receiver hit the line, and I stood by the payphone and let every
last ounce of emotion inside me take their toll. Reduced almost to tears at
what I had done – how grateful I was that he hadn’t turned his back on me
– I let the rain do its worst.