Plow (Brighten Sister’s Duet #1)

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“
F
uck
, Troy! Give it to me! Right there-ahh!”

I’m transfixed. A perverted voyeur watching him give her exactly what she’s asking for.

“Harder Troy! Yes! God yes!” she screams lifting her head from the scandalous position she’s in.

If watching Troy fuck another girl isn’t bad enough, there’s not one but two girls in the picture. While he plows into the brunette, she’s eating a redhead’s pussy. Her body is lying flat against the sheets as he rams into her from behind. She lifts her ass in the air to give him deeper penetration, and he grunts out his satisfaction at the move.

I shouldn’t be watching. In fact, I should be storming in there and beating someone’s ass because Troy, the guy fucking this brunette to the point of orgasm, is
my
boyfriend, and he has her bent over the same bed we slept in last night…not that he fucked me last night or anytime in the last few weeks actually. Now I know why. I really should be throwing something at them, making them stop. But I don’t. I can’t. My feet are glued to the floor. The universe is playing some sick game.

The girl lifts her torso off the bed coming to rest on her elbows as she licks the other girl with abandon, her tits bouncing with each thrust. Troy pulls out of the brunette leaving her whimpering for more. He looks over her shoulder at the redhead.

“Switch.” The brunette looks back at him and smiles her approval.

Redhead does as she’s told. She switches places with the brunette and drops to her knees to begin a light assault on her clit. The licking, sucking and sweeping of her tongue has the brunette’s body convulsing. Her erotic mewls have my nipples hardening.

“You like the way her pussy tastes don’t you?”

Redhead moans into brunette’s folds.

“That’s right. Suck her fucking clit. Make her come all over your tongue.”

I jolt back to the here and now, gasping loudly at the scene before me. How did I get so carried away watching something that should have me strangling Troy.

Troy’s head whips to the doorway at that moment. When he sees that it’s me, he pulls out of her quickly, grabbing for his discarded jeans.

“Oh my God, Court. It-it’s not what it looks like. I can explain,” Troy stutters lamely. He scrambles around searching for his shirt. I pick it up and throw it at him.

“Troy, who is this?” the brunette finally asks. It’s clear she’s completely clueless which only serves to get my blood boiling.

“I need to go.” My hands are now shaking from the adrenaline.

“Courtney, please. Let’s talk this out.”
The idiot is delusional.

I turn on my heels and run out the door and into the hallway of the apartment building. Once I reach the lobby, I stop. There’s no commotion behind me, no begging, no groveling.

Troy didn’t come after me.

I shatter at the thought. All traces of embarrassment and anger give way to a flood of rejection, and the tears start to flow.

I make my way quickly to my 5 series BMW. Sitting behind the wheel of the car, I sob. The only person who can talk me off the cliff is my youngest sister Tiffany, so I pick up my phone and dial her.

“What’s up, skank?” Tiff asks through the phone.

“He-he…cheated on m-m-me with a fucking brunette,” I say through my whimpers, “and a fucking redhead. At the same fucking time!”

“What? Okay, where is he? I’ll break his legs and cut off his dick. I swear it. Okay, maybe I won’t, but I know people.” She says it so seriously that I burst into a fit of hysteric giggles. Only Tiff can make me laugh at a time like this.

“There’s my girl. You sound pretty deranged, but at least I hear something other than tears. Okay, so what the hell happened? I thought you were moving in together?”

“I was considering it, but thank God I didn’t. That would have been such a fucking mess.” I sniffle.

“Listen, Ney, he was a total douche canoe. I’m sorry to say it, but I’m glad it’s over. I hated him.”

“That information would’ve been great about a year ago, T.”

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t worth an argument with you. I knew you’d see him for what he was soon enough. You are a smart girl, Courtney Brighten.”

I am. I didn’t get into Stanford with a 2350 SAT score by being a nitwit. My dumbest moment was the day I decided to settle for the likes of Troy Murray.

After graduation, I’d taken a position in upstate New York as the Governor’s scheduling director with the hope that it would lead into the director of communications position. Troy is the Chief of Staff, so our relationship has always been on the down low because office relationships, especially at this level, are highly frowned upon.

“Thanks, Tiffy. I do feel a little better.” I sniffle once more.

“I’m going to let you go. I need to get out of here. It’s starting to snow again pretty hard.”

“Be careful. And Ney? Fuck him,” she belts out causing me to chuckle.

“Love ya, twat.”

“Love you, skank.”

I
pull
onto the two-way road heading out of the city. Albany is my new nemesis, and I need to escape to the safety of my small town. The Village of Cold Spring has always been my oasis, and I can’t wait to be home.

My phone rings and I look at the screen to see Troy’s smug face staring back at me. I should let it ring. I should just cut my losses and ignore him. But I don’t.
I’m a glutton for punishment.

“What?” I snap.

“Courtney. I just wanted to call and say I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Sorry for what, Troy? Lying? Cheating? Being a total asshat? Huh? Which one?”

“Listen, I didn’t call to fight. I just called to say this is for the best. We were drifting apart, and our relationship was causing issues at the office.”
Un-fucking-real.

“You fucking called to make sure I got the memo that we are done? Are you fucking kidding me? I’m pretty sure the moment I saw
them
bent over your bed we were done.” The nerve of this fucking prick.

“Either way, I just wanted to let you know I’ll box up anything you have over here. Can I get my watch? I left it at your place a few weeks ago.”

Are.

You.

Fucking.

Kidding.

Me?

I hit end and throw my phone onto the seat beside me. The nerve. The utter nerve of this giant dick weed. I practice breathing to calm myself down. When I’ve reined in my temper and feel relaxed again, I start to replay the scene over and over in my head. I should be crying my eyes out, but I’m not. I’m angry, but yet I’m soaking wet and horny as hell. Why the hell did watching them fuck make me so hot?
Because you need to get laid, that’s why.
It’s been weeks since Troy’s touched me. I’m a live wire ready to explode from the built up frustration.

I need to come.
It’s the only thing that will calm my fragile nerves. I place my hands down my leggings and into my wet panties. Rubbing my clit firmly, the pressure starts to build…

A tall, dark, and utterly fuckable man is standing in front of me. He’s fisting his cock in his hand. A small bead of moisture is present on the tip of his thick length, and I lick my lips with anticipation of tasting his cum.

“Suck my cock, Courtney.”

I lean forward, getting ready to wrap my lips around his dick…

A horn has me jerking back into reality. I realize a truck is heading right at me, so I swerve to the right to avoid a head-on collision and slide right off the road. I put the car into reverse and hit the pedal only to find that my tires won’t even budge. I’m 100% stuck out here in the middle of a snowstorm.

This whole night has been one epic piece of shit.

It’s cold and getting dark, which only adds to my hysteria. My gas tank is nearing empty because I was too damn lazy to stop and get gas earlier. I pick up my phone to call AAA, but the fucking thing is dead. DEAD. No phone and no charger to charge it. I bang my palms on the steering wheel in frustration.
I’m going to fucking freeze out here.

I’m panicking and definitely crying again. I concentrate on calming myself enough to think of my next move when I see headlights behind me.

A snowplow.

M
y head is pounding
, and I’m ready for bed. My damn phone rang all day, and now it’s a fucking blizzard out, so I know my phone will be ringing all night for a backup plow.
I’m not answering.
That’s the beauty of owning my own business. I set my own schedule. Better yet, I have a crew to pick up my slack. I’ll call in my guys. No problem.

The phone rings three times before Tom, my lead, picks up the phone. “Yeah?” he pants.

“What the hell, Delco? You working out?” Silence.

“I-uh… Yeah, I’m on the treadmill,” he stutters out.

Bullshit.
He picked up the phone in the middle of fucking. “Tell Bridgette I said hi.”

The thought of Bridgette has my cock growing. She’s a pretty blonde with big tits and lips I’d beg to have wrapped around my dick. I had a chance once, but I fucked it up for a fling with a freaky redhead, so Delco swooped in and took Bridgette off the market. My cock has forever hated me for losing that opportunity.

“You call me for a reason, boss man?” he says, pulling me back to my reason for calling.

“Yeah, I need you to call Sal, Randy, and Joe. The roads are slick out there, and cars are banked everywhere.”

“Okay, I’m on it.” He hangs up.

The thought of Bridgette has me shamelessly cupping my junk. I haven’t had the urge to jerk one off in forever. I haven’t needed to. Pussy is not hard to come by. I pick up my phone and search for Megan’s number. She’ll ride my dick all night if I ask her.

* * *

M
y wipers are
on full blast, and the visibility is shit. As the snow continues to pound on my truck, I notice a car pulled off to the side of the road.
Not my problem.
Let the driver call someone else. I need to release this pent up sexual aggression on a very willing Megan. As I make my way past the car, I make the mistake of looking out my review mirror. The car’s hazards turn on.
Fuck.
I can’t ignore someone stuck out here in the cold.

Turning my steering wheel abruptly, I bust a U-turn and head back. One day, when I’m standing at the pearly gates, this better make a difference. God knows I need a few extra points. Too many adolescent incidents and a hand full of one-night stands, have my tallies toward the fiery pits stacking up. Yeah, I need God to see I’m not a total loss.

I pull up right in front and stop my truck. I shake my head as I get out to survey the damage. There’s no way I’m going to be able to get this out. It’s going to need a tow truck, and even then I’m not sure it will help. The front of the car is encased in snow, and the weather doesn’t appear to be changing any time soon.

Walking toward the car, I swipe my hand over the outside of the driver side window and knock. As the snow falls away from the glass, I start to see who sits behind the wheel. A woman.
No wonder.
Her head is down on top of the steering wheel. She’s crying.
Fan-fucking-tastic.

This night just keeps getting better.

I grab my phone from my pocket and call the trustee in charge of the township roads.

“Don Long.”

What an unfortunate name.
The way he slurs his first and last name together sounds like ‘dong long'. I have to fight back the chuckle. I may be thirty-three, but I am clearly an adolescent.

“Hey, Don. Brian Decker here.”

“Brian, am I ever glad to hear from you. We need your guys out here, buddy. It’s a nightmare.”

“I’ve got them reporting in the next forty-five minutes. You should have some support out there shortly. Listen, I’m over here on the county line, and there’s a car deep in the embankment. I’m not going to be able to get it out with my truck. She’s in too deep, she’s going to need a plow and a tow. Can you send someone this way?”

“We’re pretty backed up. Can it wait until tomorrow?”

“There’s a lady in there.”

“I’ll see what I can manage, but you’re on the opposite end of town from any of my guys right now. It’ll be at least thirty minutes.”
Fuck.

“Okay, I’ll keep an eye out for someone. Thanks, Don.”

Thirty minutes to kill with a crying girl.

I’m going to need more than one beer to deal with this.