Back in the Wild Pt. 02

Be aware: This is a work of taboo fantasy and the characters are fictional and are 18 years or older. Please leave a comment if you will. Your opinion is valuable for me to keep going. Also, this is a story edited by Kenji Sato.

Chapter: 1

Meeting Lilith

The journey from Madera to Fresno by car lasted no longer than twenty five minutes after Ivy and I left the motel in the morning with my Chevy Impala, my "Black Betty". Widely known as the largest city in the center of California, Fresno was one of the many places I'd never been to before. Recognized as "the Raisin Capital of the World", the region was as wide as the eye could see like most great cities in America. And like most cities, it wasn't traffic-free.

"BEEP, BEEP, BEEEEEP!" sounded the loud honk of the impatient prick driving a Prius behind us, as we were all stuck in a gridlock.

"I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD!" Ivy yelled, pissed off as hell, hanging out of the window on her side of the front seat, cursing and pointing her finger at the guy behind his windshield. "IF YOU HONK ONE MORE FUCKING TIME, I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKING BALLS OFF AND SHOVE 'EM DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROAT!"

"For fuck sake, V!" I exclaimed, exasperated enough as it was, as I reached out with my right hand and grabbed my big sister by the hem of her tight jeans to pull her ass back inside. "Calm the fuck down, it's not worth it."

"The hell it ain't!" she bluntly retorted, fuming like a smoke grenade while struggling against my attempt to keep her inside the car. "We've been stuck here for FIVE FUCKING HOURS! The waiting is fucking killing me!"

"Beating that guy won't get us out of here any faster. Just fucking chill already, we ain't in that much of a hurry."

"That doesn't mean I have to like it!" my sister groaned in reply, before she finally settled down, pouting while staying put with her bare, tattooed arms crossed.

"You know what, sometimes, I wonder if I should've been the older sibling instead of you," I patronized, mainly to distract her from her tantrum.

"Give me a break. I still remember the times I had to change your diapers."

"Funny, I still remember the time Dad bailed you out of jail after you shoplifted a bunch of Hannah Montana stuff at Walmart."

"You still remember that shit?" Ivy replied, no longer thinking about the traffic. "You were what, ten?"

"Eleven, and you were sixteen. Mom and Dad were so pissed, I could hear them yelling at you from my room."

"Yeah, Dad grounded me big time, took away my phone, blocked my bank account and made me do all the chores for three months. Ah, the good old days."

"And yet that didn't stop you from getting into more trouble," I added, as I pressed my foot on the gas to advance, only to stop behind the car in front of us still.

"And I ended up in prison, I know," Ivy admitted, while sounding bittersweet, judging by her tone that quickly turned cheerful. "But we're back together now, that's all that matters. You, me... we'll take on the world and show the finger to anyone who would stand in our way, right?"

"They won't see us coming," I said, smiling at my big sister, who came in closer to cuddle with her head lying on my shoulder.

Snuggled up against me, she grasped my free hand in hers and enjoyed this moment of us alone and free, holding each other's hand in our warm palms. She looked quite nice with a white tank-top, tight enough to define the contours of her buxom breasts, and with her jeans in which her knees were exposed.

The first thing we had done after breakfast was to go shopping in a clothes shop where I bought her all the garments and underwear that she wanted as long as they could fit in the large duffel bag that she chose. That was before we made our next stop at a salon where she wanted to have her hair done by a professional. As a result, not only did her ginger red hair smell good, her hairstyle tied into a thick French braid behind her head suited her perfectly, looking like Angelina Jolie in "Tomb Raider" back in 2001. My guess was she wanted to look her best to pay her special friend, Lilith, a visit where she worked.

We didn't talk much about her during the whole trip to Fresno. Even though my sister and lover slept with another person and started a relationship with her former inmate without telling me after all this time, I forgave her. After all, it's not like she was my property or anything like that. We didn't exactly become a couple after a one night-stand before she was sentenced to prison for ten years. So there was no reason for me to be angry at Ivy, since she gave me free rein to be with anyone I wanted, to begin with.

Yet, in spite of that, I stayed single until the day of her release. Knowing her better than anyone, I could sense that she wanted to talk about what she had revealed to me the previous night. I could tell that the words were on the tip of her tongue, but her lips remained sealed by hesitation. I knew she needed time to debate with her thoughts so that she might figure out what to say to me on the subject. So I waited for as long as she needed.

"Colt, can I ask you something?" my big sis finally asked, while still using my shoulder as a pillow.

"Sure," I simply replied, while having a good idea where the conversation was going.

"Why aren't you mad at me? I feel like you should be mad at me... about me and Lilith."

"Me, mad, nah. After what you've been through, I don't get to be mad at you."

"But why? You stayed single all this time... hell, you didn't even bang with any girl for over a decade. For a long time, I thought you would just yell at me and... you know... leave me, if I told you the truth."

"I would never abandon you," I retorted, as I squeezed her fingers tighter in my hand to emphasis my unconditional love. "You're my sister and I love you. And if it gets down to it, I would die for you in a heartbeat. Because you're all I got. You took care of me, now it's my turn."

"Fuck, Colt, now you've done it," Ivy replied with emotion, as she immediately raised her head up to look at me with misty eyes.

Thus, before I could react, she took my face between her hands and leaned in to kiss me hard on my mouth. Given that no one ahead was moving at all, I kept my foot on the brakes, as I locked my arms around my big sis, holding her tightly. My heart felt as if it was set on fire by gasoline by the time we were languidly pecking on each other's lips more times than I could count, until we started exchanging our saliva in a full-blown make-out session.

During my deployments in the Middle East, I had often dreamed of us together with my car, Betty, riding off into the sunset. Thus, as we were here, reunited and kissing, like Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams in "The Notebook", I couldn't be more fulfilled.

Next thing I knew, we were softly moaning into each other's mouths with our tongues brawling and slithering, our eyes closed. For a while, Ivy kept on holding my head, as we stayed molded to each other until she decided to pull away, breaking off the kiss.

"What are you doing?" I asked, smiling the moment she reached down and proceeded to unzip my pants.

"What does it look like?" Ivy replied, and giggled while busily unbuckling my belt. "I'm bored and I'm in the mood to suck dick. Plus, you've been so sweet that you deserve a treat."

Thus, as she said so, my big sis pulled down my pants followed by my underwear and freed my cock that sprung out semi-erect from my groin.

"Hey there, missed me?" she inquired, talking to my dick like an old friend before she grabbed the bottom of my shaft with her right hand and started jerking me off.

"Ahh, man!" I muttered, stimulated by the pleasure tingling in my freed balls, right before I noticed that the car ahead of us just moved forward. "Shit!"

By the time I stepped on the gas, only to hit the brakes after two meters away, my cock was already fully hard for Ivy to lean over and lick from the root to tip. My eyes widened as her delicate tongue made me shiver with anticipation. And with the head of my dick pointed up at her, she didn't waste any time to take it into her mouth and have her lips sealed around my rod to suck and slobber over it without further ado.

I couldn't help but shudder with my eyes closed, as I laid my hand on the nape of my sister's neck, while she was blowing me with a passion. Her mouth felt as wonderful as the day before, sliding my boner in and out slowly before she popped my meat out of her lips and ran her tongue up and down my shaft. And with each kiss Ivy delivered on my pole of swollen flesh, I could feel the love she was putting behind each sweet peck. She wasn't as voracious or aggressive as the first time she had blown me the other day just an hour after I picked her up from prison. This time, my big sis was taking her time, procuring as much pleasure as she could give me. It was as if she wanted to show me how much she adored me, just as much as I adored her.

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Almost an hour later, after Ivy happily gobbled up my load upon busting my nut in her mouth, we were finally freed from the traffic as soon as I left the highway. Thus, we made a quick stop at Chick-fil-A to fill our bellies before driving to the motel that suited us best, the "University Inn". The two pools were nice, and the room that was available to us was fine with a king-size bed, a flat-screen TV and a stand-up shower in the bathroom.

As it turned out, my big sister's friend, Lilith, worked at a strip club named, "The Gentleman's Haven". And so for tonight, Ivy decided to change clothes in the main room, as I was lying down on the bed after hours on the highway. Yet, despite my fatigue, I couldn't resist watching my big sister shed her clothes off, revealing her athletic body gifted with all the assets of a PAWG with her panties stretched out by her ample ass.

By the time she finished dressing herself up with her new garments, she looked drop-dead gorgeous clad in a tight-fitting tank-top cut short below her chest, exposing the skin of her toned midriff packed with noticeable abs. As for down below, she was wearing black leather pants that seemed so tight that they might as well have been molded to her shapely legs and stocky thighs, all the way up to the enticing curves of her wide, prominent hips. Next, the jacket she put on her shoulders was made of tough leather in shades of black and brown, adorned with decorative studs of silver along with crimson red patterns from the hem to the collar all open for her protruding breasts to remain free from the confinement of a zipper.

"So, how do I look?" Ivy asked, posing in front of me with her hands on her hips, looking foxy as hell.

"Like a hot babe," I answered, from the edge of the bed before I got back up on my feet to approach her. "Turn around."

And as I said so, my big sister turned her back to me, showing off the emblem of an angry tiger sewn on the back of her jacket. The one thing that really caught my attention, though, was down below her naked waist where her leather pants were so tight on her big butt that they might as well have been a second skin all over her round cheeks.

"You look perfect," I finally said, as a compliment right before I spanked her booty hard enough, for the slap to loudly echo inside the room.

"Good," Ivy replied, displaying her satisfaction with my answer by pivoting back towards me, only to cup my face between her hands and lay a soft kiss on my lips. "Let's go then."

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Though it was a bit early to go to the strip club at seven PM, we departed from the motel nonetheless, and made it to our destination in less than fifteen minutes. The place looked quite nice with the orange light of the sunset shining over the building situated in a luxurious neighborhood. The name of the establishment was written in blinking pink neon lights, along with two depicted women shaking their booties, back to back. The parking lot was half empty, so it was easy to find a spot for Betty.

"Here we are," I said after pulling the key out of the ignition, silencing the grumbling engine. "You wanna go inside now, or do you wanna wait here a little?"

"Let's wait a little," Ivy answered, looking both eager and nervous at the same time, with her eyes drawn to the port of entry, guarded by a tall bouncer with big, tattooed arms and a barrel chest. "Lily is supposed to start her shift in a few more minutes."

"Lily, huh?" I uttered, as I turned towards my sister-of-a-lover. "Is she calling you V, too?"

"Only you or close friends can call me that," she answered, with a warm smile that suited her beautiful face, no matter how much her features were weathered and hardened after years of imprisonment. "So yeah, she can definitely call me V, like you do."

Upon saying so, something seemed to have come into her mind, something that made her stop smiling. I couldn't help but frown, as my big sis suddenly looked even more nervous, judging how she was avoiding my gaze. I knew that look. The last time I saw her like this was the night she confessed her love and desire for me, the night we surrendered our virginity to each other.

"What's wrong?" I asked, a little worried.

"It's nothing bad," Ivy said, a little too quickly for me not to be concerned about what was troubling her. "It's just that... there's something I haven't told you yet."

"What is it? I already told you that I'm not mad at you. You've been away a long time and you were alone in that jungle where you had to be strong twenty-four hours a day. What happened before doesn't matter now. We are here together, free to do whatever we want, and go wherever we want. You're my only sister, the only family I got. And nothing you did will make me think less of you."

"For fuck sake, baby bro!" she quietly exclaimed, while finally looking at me with teary eyes. "You're gonna make me cry. I love you so much!"

Carried away with joy, Ivy pounced from the bench seat to straddle me, and sit her big, sweet ass on my lap. In a blink of an eye, she circled her arms around my neck and squeezed me hard enough to almost choke me. And as I hugged her back with my face snuggled next to hers, I started to reminisce of her time in prison.

If there was one thing that we had in common, it was that life had been difficult on us both for those past ten years. I was deployed thrice in the Middle East, on the other side of the world, to fight and serve in two wars. And she was convicted for such a long time for marijuana possession, back when it used to be illegal, and for punching a police officer.

Though my time in the Marine Corps was far from easy, I wasn't alone. I had my brothers in arms and Hugo, my best friend. Ivy, on the other hand, had no one besides Lilith for the time she was her inmate. She had no one else to rely on, no one else to truly trust, and no one else to lower her guard with. She was alone in a place where she always had to be tough and vigilant. She couldn't allow herself to be vulnerable. She had to be hard and strong, in order to do whatever it took to survive without showing any weakness or softness to the eyes of those who wished her harm in a place full of dangerous female convicts.

But right then in this touching moment, she must know by then that she didn't need to maintain the barrier she had built around herself. At long last, my big sis didn't need to be the meanest and toughest bitch of the block that she portrayed herself to be. And at long last, she could cut herself loose from who she had to be and allow herself to be soft, sweet and vulnerable in my arms.

"I told her everything," she suddenly murmured to my ear, in a way that made me shiver a little.

"What?" I asked, totally unsure what she was talking about.

In my perplexed state, Ivy pulled away until only her forearms remained around my neck, to look me in the eyes to say what she had to say.

"Lilith, I told her everything... about us."

"You what?!" I almost shouted, in disbelief, looking at her as if she had just lost her mind. "You gotta be kidding me. When?"

"In our prison cell, doofus," she answered, chuckling with a barely contained smile as if it wasn't that much of a big deal. "We were practically sisters, telling each other everything, even our deepest secrets."

"Even the one about having sex with your brother? What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't. We spent five years together in the same cell. I kept her safe every day and we talked all the time. She knows me, and I know her. I just knew I could trust her."

"Fuck, V!" I sighed, a bit exasperated at how reckless my sister could be, especially with that loose mouth of hers. "You should've known better than anyone to never trust anybody in a goddamn prison."

"I knew that!" Ivy indignantly replied, looking as irritated as way back when we used to argue as children. "You think I'm stupid?"

"Who are you kidding? You've always been a dumbass."

"Fuck you! You're the dumbass, dumbass!"

And with that, she pulled back her right arm and was about to give me a fist bump on my forehead. That was before my left hand caught her by the wrist in a vise grip. Not so surprised, Ivy chuckled as we played a little game of tug of war with her own arm until I let go. No longer making such a fuss about what started the argument, I grinned and then merely shook my head before I asked more calmly:

"How did she react? What did she say?"

"Well, at first, she didn't really believe me. So I gave her the look that I meant everything I said to her. The face she made was so adorable and funny; I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. Long story short, she was pretty speechless before she started asking questions about us, why we banged and how good it felt. I was relieved as hell the moment she told me that she understood and that she wouldn't say a word to anyone. She even admitted that sex between siblings is kinda hot."

"So what you're saying is that we're okay, she won't tell on us, or anything?" I asked, still a little unconvinced.

"Colt, don't you trust me?" Ivy asked, after grasping my face between her hands so that my eyes wouldn't escape her gaze.

"With my life," I replied without blinking, and without a doubt in mind.

"Then trust me when I'm telling you that we are safe with Lilith. She's a good girl and a sweetheart. You'll see, you'll like her soon enough."

I couldn't find the words to argue with that, so my lips were sealed as I reflected for a minute. Though I was not completely at ease that Ivy had told our secret to someone I didn't know yet; it was comforting to know how confident her faith in that girl was. I was not even sure if I would like her or not, but I was willing to give Lilith the benefit of a doubt if she truly was who my big sis said she was. If she really trusted her that much, then I might as well, too.

"Okay," I conceded with a grin, looking straight into her blue eyes. "I'll follow your lead."

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear," she exclaimed, and hugged me again so tightly, I thought she was gonna break my neck this time. "I love you, baby bro!"

And thus before I could react, my sister, the love of my life, pulled herself back only for a brief second before she cupped my cheeks in her hands, leaned down and kissed me. Her luscious lips felt soft and warm, once they lovingly connected with mine. The next smooches we exchanged were just as gentle as the first. And each slow peck she landed became more fervent and aggressive the wetter our mouths were, until her tongue pushed through my lips to dart further past my teeth. My own tongue had a mind of its own, responding in kind, as we French kissed with a heated passion that was burning up fast.

For a lasting while, our kissing session continued in depth with our lips glued to one another and our tongues dueling wildly between our mouths, like two slippery eels in a bucket. My hands were all over her by then, fumbling the muscular lower back of my big sis and kneading two handfuls of booty cheeks clad in her sexy leather pants. We couldn't care less if anyone could see us making out as time flew by indefinitely. I could stay like this for hours on end, listening to the wet smacks of our lips and feeling the delectable rush of kissing Ivy without restraint. That was, until we eventually stopped the moment the parking area started to get more crowded with cars, as dusk was reaching its twilight.

As it was time to go into the club, Ivy was the first to get out of the car before I stepped out, dressed in my saddle-brown Salvador leather jacket over my white crew-neck T-shirt. She didn't waste any time to grab and hold my left arm as soon as we started walking towards the flashy establishment, which was already receiving a fair amount of men looking for a good time. Upon entering after a quick interaction with the brutish bouncer, the place was brought to life with sexy hip-hop music and colorful lighting in blue and purple throughout the hall that seemed spacious enough to welcome over fifty people.

Like anyone who first enters a gentleman's club, the first thing that I laid my eyes on was the beautiful stripper dancing on stage wearing a skimpy one-piece attached by thin strings on her slender frame. Thus, while the blonde-haired beauty was capturing everyone's attention, twirling, spinning and shaking her curves around the shiny pole, we made our way to the nearest booth available a few meters away from the bar. It didn't take long for us to decide to take off our jackets, judging how warm it was inside the club before a cute waitress came to take our order, which was a jug of beer served with two glasses.

"Nice place," I said, glancing around and noticing all the young women working this evening. "So, which one of these girls is Lilith? Do you see her?"

"No, not yet," Ivy responded, after probing the area, looking right and left to no avail. "She should be here by now. Guess we'll wait and--"

"Oh my, oh my, Misty you're like a dream come true!" exclaimed the DJ from his microphone, sounding lively and charming, as the blonde stripper gracefully sashayed away from the pole with a smile. "Up next, please welcome the delectable, the glamorous, Lily Moon! Playing Freek'N You."

And thus, as the rhythm-and-blues music began, the next girl addressed as "Lily Moon" appeared out of the flashy fringe curtains to display herself in the spotlight. I had to give it to her; she was exceptionally gorgeous in every sense of the word. If there was one thing that was average about her, it would be her height of five feet plus. Anything else was just beyond "easy on the eyes", with her dark brown and lustrous hair that came down to just about her collarbone, and with her flawless fair skin on her feminine body blessed with the figure of a model.

Just the way this beautiful stripper was strutting on stage, with her shapely legs, curvy hips and her flat midriff, I was captivated by her sultry movements executed with such hot confidence. As if that wasn't good enough, her generous breasts were perfectly shaped, looking full and round within the lacy black bra that was straining to contain her precious orbs and maintain her awesome cleavage. Not to mention her heart-shaped ass with eye-catching cheeks just big enough to conceal the string of her matching lace thong, as she began to twirl around the pole. Her face was also "knockout" material, featuring a cute little nose, super-kissable lips and an adorable jawline.

Her performance made her even more sensuous as an exotic dancer, as the spotlights were roaming and pulsing all over her. With her right hand holding the pole, she swung all the way around it, moving gracefully with her right leg slightly bent while keeping her outside foot as straight as a bar.

Thereafter, she beautifully hooked her leg around the pole and arched her body backwards, showing how sexy and flexible she was with her well-defined midriff outstretched, and with her perky cleavage hefted upside down within her skimpy bra. Even as I took a sip of my beer, my eyes were still on Lily Moon, the moment she straightened herself back up, making her hair flog around the contours of her grinning face before she turned towards our direction.

"That's her," Ivy suddenly said, without a shroud of a doubt in her voice, her gaze on target with the exotic dancer who quickly began to transition to more complicated moves. "That's my girl, Lilith."

"Really?" I couldn't help but ask; eyes wide open. "That's Lilith?"

"In the flesh," my big sis confidently answered, as she couldn't hide the fact that she was enjoying the show just as much as I was.

Thus, as I glanced back at Lily Moon, whose real name was Lilith, she pulled herself up on the pole and started climbing with her legs wrapped around it. Using the strength of her arms and her abdominal muscles, she climbed up higher until she reached the top. She was looking even sexier by the second, the moment she started to pull off neat tricks such as hanging upside-down while waving her fit body, or rotating around the pole. Lilith made it seem like it was perfectly natural for her to move the way she did in circles, as if she was floating.

Then, after sliding down like a fireman, while twirling until her high heels hit the floor on stage, she sensually started to dance with her charming face turned towards where Ivy and I were sitting. She was then moving like shifting water, waving her hair on her undulating head, gyrating her flaring hips and making provocative steps that were highlighting her curves. Her round ass looked even more enticing the moment she pivoted to have her hands back on the pole in order to slowly shake and flash her alluring, naked buns left and right. And with her legs evenly spread, she bent down lower and lower until the bottom half of her sweet mounds were but a few inches above the floor.

Then upon rising back up, Lilith spun around and grasped the pole behind her head before she sooner started to rock her hips left and right repeatedly, as if to hypnotize the crowd with her beautifully narrow waist, moving like a cobra coaxed by a snake charmer. Only then, did she turn heels again and gripped the pole like a baseball bat to start swinging around it all over again.

The moderate momentum she created did well enough for her to spring up on the pole. And at the same time, she pulled herself up higher with her hands only to spin almost as fast as a spinning top. At this point, it wasn't just the beauty of her hot body that was captivating; it was the obvious fact that she was a terrific pole dancer with all the agility and flexibility of a born gymnast.

For the rest of the song, Lilith put her acrobatic skills on display, making moves such as the Superman prep; the butterfly handstand; the tabletop; the cross-knee layback; and the fan kick. It was so spectacular to watch, as Ivy cheered for her former cellmate by whistling with her fingers between her lips. It was only after performing the scissor sit that Lily Moon made her finishing move by spinning down the pole one final time until the song ended.

"And there you have it, gentlemen," the DJ concluded, as Lilith bent down to collect the money that was thrown on stage. "Give this fine lady a round of applause."

And thus as the guys near the stage started cheering louder and clapping their hands, Lilith cat-walked her way from the public eye with two handfuls of dollars before another girl stepped in next to take her place.

"Holy shit, it's so good to see her again!" Ivy exclaimed, genuinely glad. "So, what do you think of Lilith, pretty hot, huh?"

"She's beautiful, that's for sure," I said, with a smile after finishing my glass of beer. "She has nice moves, too."

"Yeah, she does. Back in prison, she told me that she had taken dance lessons way back when she used to be in high school. Sometimes, she wouldn't shut up about how she loves using her body as art, how there is a flow to it, and how powerful and strong it makes her feel. Getting out of that dump of a prison did her good, I can tell you that."

"Well, now she's here. So, what now? You wanna go see her?"

"Not yet, I wanna surprise her first."

"Okay, what's the plan?"

Fifteen minutes later, after Ivy divulged her plan to me; she left our booth and went to the best corner of the bar to hide in plain sight. The idea was simple: I was supposed to be the bait to lure Lilith, have a little chat and keep her distracted so that my big sis could easily sneak up on her friend and give her the surprise of her life, since she didn't know that her former cellmate would come to visit her this night.

Though I didn't mind playing along, I'd never been much of a ladies' man, so I was kind of nervous due to the fact I had to find something to say that would not make me seem like a weirdo. Good thing I had my beer to help me relax, as I kept my eyes peeled for when she would show up.

Thankfully, it didn't take long before I had Lilith on visual at two o'clock, where she appeared as foxy and beautiful as when I first saw her on stage. And as it turned out, she was walking towards my direction. I was about to decide how I was going to get her attention, when suddenly, her gaze spotted me sitting in my booth, alone and available.

I didn't know if it was either by chance or coincidence, but what was certain, was that Lilith was right then strolling her way around the clientele with a compelling smile that was meant solely for me of all people. Honestly, it was hard to deny how stunning she was the closer she approached me, with such a confident smile on her virtually angelic face. Her charming composure was enough to make me gulp a little, just before she spoke to me with a dulcet voice coupled with a fluent accent that sounded like Russian to me.

"Hello there, handsome! You seem lonely. Fancy for some company?"

"I-I guess I might be. You're Lily Moon, right?"

"That's what they call me here," she replied, sounding rather wholesomely jovial as she invited herself in my booth and sat close to me. "And what should I call you, big guy?"

"I'm Colt," I answered, after repositioning myself on my seat to give up a little space for Lilith to sit more comfortably. "You were pretty amazing on stage earlier. Your dance moves, I mean."

"Why thank you! Most guys just compliment me about my looks. It's a nice change of pace. Where are you from?"

"Nowhere in particular. I just came back for good from my last deployment."

"Oh, you're a soldier, then?"

"Marine, actually. I was discharged six weeks ago."

"You don't say," Lilith replied, seeming genuinely interested, looking at me with gleaming eyes which I believed were grey despite the dime lighting. "Well, how about I take you in for a lap dance? First song is on the house. Take it as a "Welcome home" gesture. What do you say?"

Frankly, I was a little astonished at how quickly her charm had grown on me, with her seductive smile gifted with pulpous lips along with that alluring glare of hers fixed upon mine with such disarming confidence. And as if that wasn't enough to sway me, her cleavage was plainly exposed as soon as she turned on her seat in order to fully face me and offer the best view of her global assets.

Her breasts looked even perkier than I thought, held up within her bra, and perfectly shaped. They were like magnets for my pupils as I couldn't resist peeking at them before I could raise my gaze back on her pretty face, and concentrate on how to respond to her tempting offer.

"Thank you, I'm flattered, really. But I'm here with someone. I don't wanna make her wonder where I went, if you catch my drift."

"That's sweet of you," Lilith said, unfazed and still smiling. "Is she your friend or girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend sounds about right," Ivy spoke up, surprising the exotic dancer from behind with her tattooed arms crossed, resting over the leathery cushions of our booth.

Too amused, watching Lilith's startled expression, I simply stayed quiet as I was about to see how their reunion would play out. The shock on her face was obvious as she looked up at Ivy, as if she couldn't believe her own eyes.

"What's the matter, Little Bunny, cat caught your tongue?" my sister rhetorically asked, while still gazing down at her with a wide, toothy smirk.

"V-V... Ivy?!" Lilith stuttered, her sexy lady demeanor completely shattered.

"Bingo!"

"Oh my God... oh my God, Ivy!" she exclaimed, crying out in joy before she practically burst off where she sat to scurry her way around the booth.

Knowing that they used to be lovers as cellmates, I thought that seeing the both of them reunited would bother me in some way. After all, Ivy and I had only spent two nights together. In Lilith's case, she and big sis had months, if not year's worth of spending time together and getting laid. That was reason enough for me to feel a pinch of jealousy in my heart.

However, when I saw them collide only to hug each other like two long-lost friends, I couldn't suppress the smile that cracked on my face as I stood up as well, to watch them chortle and shed some tears as far as I could tell. Standing a foot taller than Lilith, Ivy had her strong arms wrapped around the dancer's back, while she held Ivy tightly by the neck, standing on the tip of her toes in her high heels.

"You came!" Lilith uttered, looking so happy that she might explode, with her face snuggled against my sister's right cheek. "You actually came! Why didn't you call me?"

"Surprise!" she simply replied, as vividly as if to say "happy birthday" to sooner squeeze her tighter into an affectionate bear hug. "I missed you too, Little Bunny. I see you just met my baby bro."

"Wait! This guy is your brother?!"

Upon saying so, totally baffled, Lilith moved backwards from my sister's embrace just so she could have another look at me; this time, with a rather ecstatic expression on her face, the second she fully realized who I really was.

"Oh my God, you're V's brother, Colt!" she blurted out, getting even more excited as she let go of Ivy only to walk back inside the booth and give me the same cuddly treatment after pecking one light kiss on both of my cheeks. "What a wonderful surprise. Ivy told me so much about you. It's so good to finally meet you."

"Feeling is mutual," I replied, feeling more at ease than earlier, just by the exquisite smell of her hair under my nose, as I closed my arms around her slim frame that felt so light and fragile within my grasp. "I heard quite a few things about you, too."

A moment later, after we fully got acquainted, we all sat back down in our booth and ordered a glass of Bloody Mary for Lilith who chose to sit between me and Ivy. As the girls started chatting, I could tell she had cut the act as Lily Moon to simply be herself. So far, she seemed even more amiable, given how easy she was to talk to, with her eyes sparkling with life and her heart-pleasing smile that hadn't left her face yet.

"I gotta say, you look great," Ivy complimented her former cellmate, after giving a good look at her flattering assets from her milky thighs to her naked shoulders. "And in good shape, too. You've been working out?"

"I usually stick to fitness at the gym, and yoga at home," Lilith happily responded, while rotating her drink in the glass she was lightly holding in her hand. "You're not so bad yourself, hun. You seem every bit as pretty and tough as the last time I saw you. Makeup looks good on you, by the way. Your brother is taking good care of you, I reckon."

"You can say that again. He's been spoiling me in more ways than one since the first minute I got out. Ain't that right, baby bro?"

"Sure," I replied, before taking another sip of beer, mostly to hide my embarrassment knowing what Ivy was implying with that impish grin of hers.

"Well, aren't you the sweetest!" Lilith praised, displaying her appreciation through her glistening eyes that were convincing me to let my guard down with each glance. "V is very lucky to have a brother like you."

"It's the least I can do. We're siblings, and like the manual says, siblings protect each other."

"But we're not exactly by the book, aren't we?" Ivy added, looking at me as if we were two partners in crime.

I knew then where she wanted to lead the conversation with Lilith. As much as I wished to straighten things out, given that she knew our secret, I couldn't express my disapproval more clearly, glaring at my sister as if she was about to drop a grenade in the middle of a goddamn crowd.

"Oh yeah, that's right, you two are... oh," Lilith asserted, before she seemed to have caught on to what Ivy meant by the way the wrinkles took form on her forehead above her arched eyebrows, as she glanced at the both of us, in turn.

For a moment there, we stayed silent as the touchy subject was settling in. Besides the fact that sex between brothers and sisters was something that should absolutely be kept under wraps, there were eyes and ears everywhere around us. One eavesdropper could be trouble enough as it was. That was before Lilith came up with an idea.

"Come with me," she simply said, as if she had just read my mind before downing her Bloody Mary in a few sips.

Without asking any questions, Ivy and I shared a quick glance and nodded in agreement before we decided to get up and leave behind what was left of our beer to closely follow Lilith, with our jackets in hand. It was only after we walked our way across the club that I could guess where we were heading, as we were about to access a corridor where the private rooms were situated.

"They're with me," Lilith kindly told the bouncer watching over the entrance.

"Two birds, huh?" the big man observed, after giving me and Ivy a brief look before he unclasped his paws and stepped aside with a courteous smile. "You play nice back there."

"We will," Ivy replied with a wink, before she passed through behind her friend, with me following suit.

"In here," she called us in, after opening a door that wasn't already occupied.

The room in which we entered was large enough to contain a cherry red U-shaped couch installed against the walls, illuminated with neon lights shaped like the full lips of a woman, which they slowly switched from color to color, such as violet, blue, pink and red. With the music, playing at a slower tempo from the speaker set on the ceiling, it was easy to start relaxing the moment Lilith closed the door and twisted the lock behind her before she turned around towards us.

"There, now we can talk," she sighed out of relief, then advanced further inside the private room, and sat on one side of the couch. "Sit, get comfortable."

Chapter: 2

Heart to Heart

As we were nicely invited, Ivy and I sat in the middle of the couch, side by side, with her to my left, while Lilith was nearby to our right, with her legs crossed and her hands resting on her knee. Though we were all cozy and isolated from any potential eavesdropper, the very idea of talking about my most intimate secret was more unnerving than I had expected. Thankfully, it was Lilith who took the initiative to speak, even while sounding a little timid.

"So... I guess this is the part where we talk about what I know... about you two."

"Among other things," Ivy added, before laying her hand over the back of my palm to which I responded by closing my fingers between hers. "I already told him all about you and what went down between us. No secrets here."

"I... I see. I guess I should've expected this."

That said, we all went silent, only to lend our ears to the pop music that started playing. The tension was palpable, that much I could tell. Lilith knew that me and my sister had committed incest, and I knew how close the two of them really were after they had banged and made love inside the cell they had shared. Thus, here we were, face to face, in a room where no one would interrupt our little discussion.

Judging what I could read on her face, Lilith didn't seem to be capable of any malice or deceit by the way she was avoiding my gaze, as if guilt had taken root within her, while blushing out of apparent embarrassment. Something was eating her up inside, I would have bet fifty bucks on that.

"All right, let's not beat around the bush," I began speaking plainly, with the most reassuring tone I could utter with this mouth of mine that was used to barking orders and instructions to men in the line of duty. "You know about my relationship with my sister... and I know of your relationship with her."

"Yeah, quite the love triangle we got here," Ivy said, grinning, as I glanced at her with an arched eyebrow before she prodded me with her shoulder that collided with mine.

"To be honest, I'm... kind of at a loss for words," Lilith admitted, while nervously pulling a strand of hair behind her right ear. "For the record, I don't think you two are freaks or anything like that. Did you... I mean... are you lovers again?"

"You mean if we had sex since I got out," Ivy guessed, finishing her sentence as she squeezed her grip on my hand. "Yeah, we did. We have a lot to catch up on, you know?"

"I understand," Lilith nodded, with what appeared to be a sad smile before she addressed me with an apologetic look in her eyes. "So just to be clear, I never meant to stand between you two. Even though I won't forget what I had with Ivy, I'm sorry I got in the way. We just... connected, if that makes any sense."

"I get it," I replied, as they were the first words in line that I could express upon hearing the sincerity of her apology. "I know this couldn't have been easy, locked up in a place where you can't really trust anybody. I get it, how alone my sister was. She needed someone, and I couldn't be there when she needed me. In her words, you were the one who kept her sane. The V I knew is still there inside, and now I see that it's mostly thanks to you. So no, there's nothing to forgive. Besides, we weren't exactly a couple before she went inside. It was practically a one night-stand our first time together. No harm, no foul."

"Except for the fact that Romeo, here, decided that he would rather stay single and keep his johnson in his pants for a decade, than hook up with someone else like I told him more than once," Ivy pointed out, feigning annoyance before her affectionate smile made a comeback on her pretty face, slightly snuggled against the bulk of my shoulder. "Although, I guess it's a good thing now since I have him all to myself. It's just one more reason for me to love him more."

"Hold on a minute!" Lilith halted, sitting up straighter with greater interest displayed in her eyes fixed on me. "You're telling me that you spent ten years waiting for Ivy to get out without seeing anyone else? That's so sweet. How did you manage that?"

"Masturbate," Ivy answered, as if she had to say it on my behalf with an impish grin that made me wanna scrub it off her teasing face.

"How about you shut-the-fuck-up!" I rebuked her, while clenching my teeth and tightening my grip to squeeze her fingers just hard enough to make her pull her hand out of my punishing grasp.

"Ow, ow, ow, all right, all right, sheesh!" she laughed, and wiggled her digits free, only to wobble her wrist in order to shake off the ache in her joints.

"Heheh!" Lilith giggled sweetly, her hand covering her lips before she removed it to display an irreproachable smile. "You two are adorable together, unusual and strange, but adorable. Seriously though, how did you cope in staying single all this time? It must have been lonely."

"It was... kind of," I truthfully admitted, somehow appeased by the compassion written over the gorgeous visage of this stripper who I had just met. "I guess I'm just an old-school romantic. Can I be honest with you?"

"Of course, I'm a good listener. And for the record, confidentiality is the number-one policy here. Either way, I keep private stuff for myself, if you're willing to share."

Upon hearing Lilith saying that without a shroud of a doubt, I felt compelled to trust her. Nonetheless, I glanced back at Ivy, who sooner reassured me with a nod, as well as with that smile of hers that never failed to set me at ease. So I sighed in compliance, and looked back towards her friend.

"To tell you the truth, losing my virginity to V was the best time of my life. Even though it was just one night, the memory had stayed stuck in my head to this day. I probably should've listened to her and found someone else to spend my life with, but I didn't. Because I knew that the only reason why she wanted this was because she wanted me to move on and find my own happiness, ain't that right, big sis?"

"That was the idea," Ivy validated, as she laid her hand on my lap, flashing a warm smile and an adoring glare that always seemed to brighten my mood, even at my lowest. "If I hadn't been sent to prison, things would have been different. I was willing to let you go for your sake, but you were just too stubborn to do the same. Back then, every time you visited me, I wanted to smack some sense into you, now... I just wanna hold you tight, kiss your stupid, handsome face and never let go again."

Deeply touched, my left arm moved on its own to wrap itself around my big sister's shoulders and hold her tightly against my side before kissing her forehead. That was the Ivy I always knew and loved.

"Now I really feel terrible," Lilith confessed, looking all down all of a sudden, with her eyes lowered towards her hands gripped over her joined knees.

"Huh, why are you saying that?" V asked, sounding concerned how sad her former cellmate seemed.

"Because I... I guess I feel guilty for taking advantage of you back in prison. I see you two together and it's obvious you are meant for each other. And now I see myself as the person who took you for granted while your soulmate was gone. Bottom line, I'm just... I'm just..."

"Lily, stop!" my sister intervened, moving right away from my side to go sit beside the poor girl, apparently on the verge of crying. "You shouldn't feel that way, because you're not that person at all. Why do you think I came here at all in the first place? Why do you think I kept on taking your calls after you got out? It's because I deeply care for you. Though I'm back with my baby bro, you'll always be special to me, never forget that, Little Bunny."

And just like that, as I watched closely, the veil of sadness that had settled on Lilith's beautiful face diminished, leaving nothing behind but a tear pouring out of each of her eyes, all while staring at Ivy who was staring back. By the way things were looking, I thought for a second that they were about to kiss.

That was until Lilith lunged at my sister, and glued her chin on the nape of her neck to hug her hard. By the time Ivy responded in kind, with her arms tightly wrapped around her back, it wasn't hard to miss the sides of their perky breasts all mashed up between their chests just below their armpits.

Thus, as Ivy managed to cheer up Lilith enough to make her wipe out her tears the moment they broke off their heartwarming hug, we chatted, talking more about our past lives and about how things were at the present. Mentioning my Chevy Impala sure did make an impression on our stripper friend. Even more so after I said that I would take Ivy with me on a road trip starting by heading south of California.

My big sis also brought up a bucket list of things she wanted to do after her release. In short, she wanted what anyone with a shitty past wanted, a fresh start, a new beginning. That was something Lilith could relate to, coming back to her hometown to get back on her feet since she got out of prison over five years ago. And just when Ivy asked about her profession of choice, she changed the subject real quick with an unexpected question.

"Can I see you kiss?"

"You want what?!" Ivy chuckled while almost as surprised as I was by the bold request.

"A kiss, I just wanna see you in action with my own eyes. I mean, after everything you told me about the nature of your relationship with Colt, I couldn't help but wonder what it would look like to watch two siblings kissing each other, like lovers."

Being quite-a-bit speechless by the absurdity of what I just heard, I was clueless of what to do or even say. As far as I was concerned, kissing my sister in front of someone who knew our secret was the last thing that would have crossed my mind. I couldn't help but glance at Ivy, curious of how she would respond.

"All right," she said casually, just like that, shrugging her shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal. "I guess it's only fair after all the juicy details I told ya."

"Hold on a minute," I objected, with my hands raised as if to stop a truck from running me over.

"C'mon, baby bro, don't get shy on me," she replied, with a playful tone in her voice, peering at me with that seductive glance of hers that made my groin pleasantly tingle the closer she moved her butt over the couch to sit back near me. "Just pretend it's just the two of us."

"But..."

"Shhh, shut up and kiss me already!" she shushed me, with a finger laid on my lips.

Despite my initial protest, I couldn't resist my torrid sister by the way her eyes sparkled, reflecting the neon lights, all while leaning her face to mine. Her hands were on the crook of my stout shoulders the second her parted lips made full contact with mine. Therefore, my body reacted on its own, as I grasped my beloved sister by the waist and embraced her tighter in my arms as soon as I felt the tip of her tongue caressing my lips. Without another thought, I closed my eyes, forgetting that Lilith was there, watching us kissing with a passion that ignited in an instant.

Feeling her sizeable boobs pressed against the muscular bulges of my chest set me off all the more just when Ivy took the lead, making out with me deeply as if thirsty for the saliva in my mouth. Following my heart, I was all too happy to challenge her tongue into sumo wrestling between our lips, which parted only for a second, before we glued our mouths together as one, over and over again. And the longer we kissed, the harder Ivy was ardently devouring my mouth and nibbling at my lips hungrily all while keeping my face cupped between her hands. And just when I started to remember that we were being watched by Lilith, Ivy severed the kiss with an audible smack, upon pulling her face back, smiling while making goo-goo eyes at me with such warmth, as I smiled right back at her.

"Wow!" Lilith spoke up, disrupting the spell between me and my big sis. "That... was hot."

"You think so?" Ivy asked, a bit surprised at best, as to how her friend and former lover reacted so positively with a fascination gleaming in her eyes, looking alive with wonder. "You don't think it's weird or gross, or shit like that?"

"Not at all, I think you two are beautiful together. Though it is kinda weird, given that you're siblings and all, there's no denying that the bond between you two is real. You make a good match... a terrific, one I might add."

"Seriously?" I said, a little unsure, even if she truly meant it.

"Love is love, no matter with whom or how it happens," she stated, as a matter of fact, with a carefree smile that irresistibly compelled me to like her more as an authentic person rather than a mere stripper. "And I gotta say that you guys were like Antonio Banderas and Catherine Zeta Jones in "The Mask of Zorro" the way you kissed."

"Wow, that movie takes me back!" my sister said, reminiscing, as I was, of the time when we used to watch movies from the late-nineties every Saturday night.

Time flew by as we continued to talk about one subject to the next, until Lilith determined that we should take our leave before arousing any suspicion that she wasn't actually working while on the clock. For her troubles, I gave her eighty dollars which was worth four rounds of lap dancing plus the hefty tip that I offered with the honest kindness of my heart. And just when we were about to sit back at our booth that was kept vacant for us, I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. In a single glance after the small screen flashed up, my eyebrows rose up in pleasant surprise upon recognizing the indicated identity of the caller.

"Who is it?" Ivy asked, as she sat down, joined by Lilith.

"A friend," I briefly answered, the moment I grabbed my jacket to put it on. "I'll be back."

Therefore, as I left using Arnold Schwarzenegger's most famous catchphrase, I made my way exiting the strip club by the front door to then finally answer my phone as soon as I made it outside under the night's sky, walking towards an isolated corner.

"Hey, Adri?"

"Hey, Colt!" Adriana responded gaily, her Spanish accent mild and sweet, matching her colorful voice which sounded like a lively melody to my ears. "How are you, Lobo Loco?"

"I'm still good, you?" I replied, grinning at the mention of my old nickname back in the Corps.

"Oh, you know this and that. Been busy at the shop with two appointments today. One of the customers wanted a cat's ass tattooed around his belly button so that it would look like a butthole."

"A what, really?!"

"Hehe, no silly, I'm shitting with you."

"Could've fooled me," I chuckled, finding her sense of humor refreshing, as always.

"Can we talk on camera? I wanna see your cara, bonito."

"Sure, hold on."

Thus, after putting my phone on camera mode with a single touch of my forefinger, Adriana's face appeared on screen with my image displayed in the digital window on the top right corner. I had met my fair share of Latinas before, but Adriana was a superb and ravishing specimen that could be compared to Salma Hayek. Her eyes were as brown as coffee beans freshly harvested on a sunny day below her fine eyebrows. Her features were also defined with a little nose, pulpy lips, and long, curly black hair. Not to mention her gorgeous, olive skin tone that made her round cheeks look silky soft, highlighted by the lighting that appeared to be coming from a kitchen where she was sitting near a white stove.

"Damn, it's so dark. Where are you, at a bar?" Adriana asked, for she could only see me by the pink glow of the neon lights fixed on the brick wall to my right.

"Gimme a sec," I uttered before setting on the flash to then put my rugged face on display, smiling back at her. "There, happy?"

"Mucho happy, cariño. So, are you with your hermana? Is she free from that prison?"

"Yeah, she's with me. I picked her up as soon as she got out yesterday."

"How is she, she okay?"

"Ivy is doing pretty good. We're at a nightclub right now and she's still inside, dancing and having fun."

"That's fantástico!" Adriana said with a toothy smile, believing the convenient lie that I cooked up just so she might not think less of me if she knew that I was at a strip club. "After all the times we talked about this all those years, you must both be overjoyed!"

"You have no idea; it was a heck of a long time coming."

"Then when will you introduce us? I've been dying to meet her."

"When the time is right, I promise I'll do just that."

"I don't work a lot, so feel free to call me any time you want, baby."

"I will," I assured her, right before my conscience became ridden with guilt again. "After ghosting you for so long, it's the least I can do. And I swear I'll make up for it."

"Make sure you do," she responded, looking more serious this time, although without letting her smile fade away. "You were like a brother to Hugo. And to me, you're still family. It will take a lot more than that for me to kick you out of my happy thoughts completely."

"Thanks, Adri, this means a lot. Did you visit him lately, your brother, I mean?"

"Sí, I brought him flowers to his grave just last week. Dios, I miss him, that mula testaruda."

"I know," I sympathized, knowing her pain all too well. "He was my best friend, my brother. If I could, I would've traded my life for his."

"I know, querido," Adriana acknowledged, with a heartfelt look in her flamboyant eyes as if she was staring at my very soul. "You're very sweet, but please, don't keep saying things like that. Hugo gave his life for you. So don't you dare disregard yours. You have much to live for. And if that's not good enough, think of your sister. She needs you."

"I know, I know, you're right. I--"

"Hey yo!" someone shouted loud enough to stir my guard up, and make me turn my gaze towards the source of the disturbance.

At first glance, it was just a guy with his group of friends, four in total. Then, as soon as I noticed how they were heading towards me, I knew then that trouble was heading my way.

"Adri, I gotta go," I said with haste, the closer these guys were approaching. "We'll talk later, okay?"

"Wait, I know that look," she replied, with a concerned look on her sweet face. "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing. I'll call you soon, I promise."

"Okay, if you say so. Bye, querido! Take care."

"You too," I said with a forced smile, before I ended the call.

"Hey yo, cracka, nice phone you got there," the guy spoke again, presenting himself as an Afro-American wearing a flashy cap on his trimmed head, a white hoodie, loose pants and a pair of running shoes that must have been expensive besides the golden rings and chains he had on his neck. "What type is it?"

"Samsung," I simply answered, right after I stuffed it into the pocket of my jacket for safe keeping.

"Samsung, huh? Well shiiit, I could use one of those right now. How about you give me yours, white boy?"

"You seem like you can afford one, like those Jordans you're wearing."

"Yeah well, I'm always up for free shit. So how about you gimme dat phone and there won't be any problems. You feel me?"

And as if his point needed further emphasizing, the smug punk rolled up the baggy hem of his hoodie, showcasing the pistol holstered in the waistband of his pants. By the looks of it, I could already tell that it was a metal-framed Beretta M9, one of the most reliable handguns money can buy. At this moment, I knew I had to be smart about this.

"Do you know how to use that?" I asked, sounding like a shooting range instructor.

"Care to find out, mothafucka?" one of the thugs said impatiently, while also flashing his gun nested in his pants. "Give us the mothafuckin' phone before we pop yo ass."

"You're sure about that?" I argued, as unafraid as I was unimpressed with my hands casually in my pockets. "Did you ever come across somebody, once in a while, who you shouldn't fuck with?"

"Pfff," the guy in front of me puffed, dismissing the rhetorical question that I meant as a warning, as he glanced back at his friends, mocking me. "Do y'all believe dis fuckin' clown?"

Then and there, I knew that peace wasn't going to be an option. The tension was on the rise, and I had to act first before they did. Thus, I was ready before the cocky thug made a step towards me with his right hand grabbing his gun concealed beneath his white hoodie. Ultimately, I took action the second he drew out his weapon to point it right at me while aiming sideways "gangster style". I bet he barely had the chance to blink when my hands sprung out of my pockets and seized both the gun and the wrist of its owner before I bent his hand at ninety degrees in an instant. By the time I stripped the thug of his sidearm; I turned it against him with my finger on the trigger, and grabbed him by the collar with my free hand as soon as I had the barrel pointed right between the eyes, point blank.

"What the fuck!?" the Black dude cried out, his eyeballs wide open in shock.

"Don't fucking move!" I snarled at his face, glaring at him menacingly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!" the four thugs exclaimed, before they collectively pulled out their respective handguns, startled now that their friend became my hostage.

"Let him go, mothafucka!" shouted one of them, trying to take aim at me as well as his three buddies without much success. "Get around and shoot dis cracka!"

"Make one more step and I'll blow his head clean off!" I barked, right before I cocked the hammer of the pistol and locked my gaze back at the guy I was holding with a firm grip. "Don't test me."

"D-do as he says, dawg!" he stammered, his cocky attitude in shambles with his fearful eyes frantically glimpsing at me and my trigger finger back and forth.

Though I was aware how this might not have been the smartest idea and how fast things had escalated, I couldn't help but wonder for a second what he could see in my dark eyes coupled with razor-sharp pupils. Could he actually see what I was capable of? Could he even fathom the blood that I had spilled for the sake of duty, and the deaths that I had witnessed firsthand? Could he only imagine how easy it would be for me to end his life right then and there, adding five pounds of pressure on the trigger?

"All right, everybody freeze!" shouted a man, who seemed to be coming from behind the four thugs, all together stunned as they spun around to see three bouncers of the strip club, each armed with a handgun. "Put your guns down and raise your hands in the air!"

Quite frankly relieved, I glanced over the shoulder of my frightened hostage to see and recognize the big guy who was guarding the main entrance. Judging how efficient he was holding his firearm with both hands, it showed that he knew how to use it. The same could be said of his two colleagues, ready to pull the trigger if they had to.

"Are you fucking punks deaf?" he shouted in a demanding tone that instilled the kind of authority that dared the thugs to fuck around and find out what would happen if they didn't comply. "GUNS ON THE GROUND, NOW!"

"Okay, okay!" one of the delinquents finally complied, before he carefully put his gun down at his feet. "Just chill, okay."

Thus, his buddies did the same, with their hands in the air, to then kick their pistols towards the bouncers as they were instructed to do so. Only then were they allowed to run off with all their weapons confiscated. That was when I released the hammer of the sidearm I was holding and let my guy go by tossing him away. The fear and powerlessness that were on his face quickly shifted into anger and begrudging frustration while he was backing away, staring at me as if he wanted to make me pay for humiliating him in front of his friends. I couldn't care less as he got out of my sight.

"Nice going, kid!" the big bouncer congratulated me with a grin, upon approaching me after holstering his gun. "A little reckless, but nice."

"They didn't give me much of an option," I said respectfully as I handed over the weapon I still had in my possession, handle first.

"Yeah, I know, I saw everything. I gotta say, you handled yourself pretty good. You're a cop, or something?"

"I'm just a Marine, 1st Division. I served twelve years in Iraq and Afghanistan."

"You don't say."

And from there on, we started chatting while standing back at the door where the big bouncer could continue his job with the music still booming inside the club. His name was Clayton Jones, but everyone could call him Clay. He had been in the security guard business for fourteen years, trained and taught how to handle assholes and to deal with messy situations such as earlier. He was a rather down-to-earth-kind-of guy, who asked a few small questions about my deployments as most people do. He was particularly interested in my skill set as a Marine specialized in hand-to-hand combat. Given that I owed him for helping me out with those thugs, I was more than inclined to indulge him.

Way back, even before I enlisted for the Marine Corps, the one thing that rivaled my fascination for firearms was close-quarter combat, like in the action movies I use to watch with Ivy. My adoptive father, who was also in the Marines, played a huge role in my pursuit to learn how to fight by teaching me everything he knew about boxing and wrestling with a bit of karate, judo and even aikido. And that was before he taught me Krav Maga.

Years later, after serving as an infantryman for four years, and five as a recon specialist, I was introduced to jujitsu, taekwondo and Muay Thai. Though I am no Bruce Lee, or a Master Pai Mei from "Kill Bill", the moves and skills that I developed all this time were more than enough for me to go toe to toe against any man. I had endured pain, honed my body, nourished myself, faced challenges with the unconscious formation of the fists, the instinctive placement of the feet, the natural breathing rhythm, and with eyes that knew exactly what to look for. Each discipline and technique that was passed on to me had its own use for punching, striking, kicking, catching, grappling and slamming an opponent.

"Well damn, that's quite the arsenal you got up your sleeves!" Clay said as a compliment, as soon after I humbly satisfied his curiosity. "You ever fought in a fight club before?"

"Can't say I have," I frankly answered. "I was involved in a few street fights, but I never fought in a club."

"In that case, maybe this is your lucky day. There's this place where fights are organized for guys who want to throw hands, either for sport or to win some good money. Interested?"

"Is it legal?"

"As legal as a candy store. What happens in the house stays in the house, as they say. I actually have a fight going on tomorrow night at ten. If you wanna come, I can give you the address, no strings attached."

"Sure, why not?" I reckoned with a grin, as the man sooner pulled out a card and a pen to write it down. "I would need details, though, if you don't mind."

"Of course, just go in the alleyway in front of the convenience store and keep on walking until you see a door with a "keep out" sign to your right. Give it four knocks and tell the doorman the password."

"All right, and what is the password?"

"Punisher," Clay replied with a smile, before he handed me over his card with the designated address. "Tell him I invited you, that'll settle his paranoid ass down. You can bring that girl you came here with, if she wants to."

"Somehow, I doubt she would refuse the offer," I said, upon taking the card to stuff it in my jacket. "It's been nice meeting you, Clay."

"Likewise, buddy. And thanks again for your service."

That said, I went back inside the strip club after exchanging a firm handshake with the big man, only to be astonished as soon as I could bear witness what was going on, with the Magic Mike music, "Poney" playing through. My eyes were as wide as if someone splashed me in the face with cold water, gawking at Ivy dancing on stage, twirling around the silver pole without a care in the world. Though she still had all her clothes on, she didn't looked any less provocative and enticing to watch with her leather pants clinging all over her shapely legs, and with her tight-fitting tank-top containing the neat curves of her perky breasts.

Still a bit in awe, I was slowly walking straight towards her, while she was showing everybody her moves, such as gyrating her flaring hips, and shaking her distinguished booty. She was also wagging her head so vigorously that her thick braid was like a cracking whip, or a cobra snapping its fangs left and right. Judging by the cheers and the whistles that were running rampant among the crowd, no one was about to stop her any time soon.

"Ah, there you are!" said someone, close to my right ear. I instantly recognized Lilith by the sound of her voice with her hand laid on my shoulder. "You took a while to come back. Ivy was starting to get worried."

"Y-yeah, sorry about that," I briefly stammered, distracted as I was, before glancing at her smiling face. "What's going on here?"

"Well, we chatted for a bit, then she drank a little too much, one thing led to another and then there she is."

"I can see that. And how long was that?"

"Just about three minutes ago. Seems to me like she needed to cut loose, you know?"

"I guess," I replied, with a sheepish smile on my face, before my attention was brought back on stage where Ivy kept on swaying her body to the music and enjoying the beats that were stimulating her to move and dance with abandon.

All awkwardness aside, it was actually nice to watch my sauced big sis having her fun and blowing off steam. And to everyone's entertainment, she bent down with her hands on the pole and started twerking her ass like it was nobody's business.

"Oh boy," I breathed out, with the palm of my hand covering my face to hide the embarrassment that took over me the second she got down on her knees, while still repeatedly thrusting her hips up and down.

And that was before she raised her big butt, on all fours, to wobble those luscious cheeks to the point that I wanted to come near and give her a good old-fashioned spanking for her naughtiness. Then when the song was about to end, she finished it by jumping up the pole and twirl around with just enough momentum to make it to two turns before her feet hit the floor.

The crowd of men, who had cheered for Ivy, whistled with double the enthusiasm while some were encouraging her to show them more. That was when I decided to step in before my drunk-ass sister would go further out of control like she usually did when under the influence of alcohol.

"V... V!" I shouted her nickname out loud, to be heard while walking my way towards the stage, where she was waving her hands and flexing her arms as if she just won a fitness competition. "IVY!"

"BABY BRO!" she exclaimed joyously, right before she dropped down on her knees before me to get close enough at eye-level with me. "Where the fuck were you? Nein, fuck that. Did you see me just now? Ya liked what you saw?"

"Yeah, I saw. You were great," I shouted over the loud crowd, naturally smiling all the while noticing how clumsy her body language was and how dazed her face looked with heavy eyelids over her dilated pupils. "Hey listen, I think we're done here for tonight."

"Ahh, do we have to?" my big sis whined, and then comically pouted like a little brat.

"We might as well, you're pretty drunk, and I'm getting tired already."

"Oh, all right... fine. But you gotta do something for me first."

"What?"

"Catch me!"

And just as she said so, Ivy jumped right up on her feet and clumsily turned around. I was still confused at the moment when she straightened up her legs crossed her arms and then deliberately let herself fall over the edge of the stage without any warning. The fear kicked in just as hard as my reflexes that drove me to step sideways and raise my hands in order to catch my sister, who had decided to play trust fall to everyone's surprise.

"Ooofff!" I puffed, as I caught her in my arms as if someone threw me a sack of potatoes at the very last second before I managed to steady myself and regain my footing.

"Hehehehe!" Ivy giggled, like a princess caught by her prince. "Nice catch, baby bro!"

"You're a handful, you know that?" I replied, before reasserting my hold around her back and underneath the hollow of her bent legs.

"Wait, wait!" Lilith intervened, just when I turned around to take my leave with my girl. "Ivy, your coat!"

"Oh, yyyeahh, my cock... I mean my coat... hic," my sister hiccupped, taking back her jacket handed to her by her friend. "You're so sweet, Lily. We'll talk soon, okay?"

"I hope so."

And thus, without wasting one more second, Lilith leaned forward to land a peck on Ivy's cheek, pretty much near the corner of her lips to my observation before she then lifted her angelic face up towards me with a disarming smile.

"Thank you for coming, I hope I'll see you again, too," she said to me, right before she uplifted herself on her toes, pursued her lips and laid a kiss with the gentleness of a feather on my right cheek.

"Same here," I replied with a smile of my own, convinced that I must have been blushing.

Chapter: 3

Free time

If there is one thing that I've learned through my years of service, it is that a dreamless sleep is bliss. Nightmares and insomnia are a lot common for the veterans who had seen things that they would rather forget. Though I had some challenging sleep cycles in the past, I was among the lucky ones who could benefit from sleeping for at least six hours during deployment, and eight at best when I was back home in the country.

Thus as I woke up fully rested, I quickly felt fingers wrapped around my already hard cock. My eyes opened up all the quicker towards the ceiling of the motel the second I felt the warm, wet sensation of a mouth engulfing my phallus. A groan escaped through my throat before I managed to lift my head high enough to see Ivy's head bobbing up and down slowly under the covers where she was taking most of my shaft in her mouth while rubbing my fat glans with her tongue.

I couldn't help but sigh and shiver, laid on my back with a stuffed pillow under my head. The sound of my big sis sucking my rod of hot flesh was simply as sexy as the actual morning blowjob she was giving me with a devotion that was sending tingles in my balls. The awesome feeling was flowing throughout my whole body up to my brain before she took my cock out of her mouth and slowly dragged her tongue up my shaft until she could peck my puffy mushroom with kisses. That was when I removed the covers to see her uncovered face smiling up at me with her lips sensually sealed around the head of my manhood.

"Good morning, baby bro!" Ivy said after popping her mouth from my Johnson. "Slept well?"

"Like a rock," I answered as I snuck my hand to her forehead to brush aside the red hair that was veiling her charming face. "For all I know, I must be dreaming right now."

"Nope," she retorted with a naughty grin that was saying a lot about what she had in mind. "This is for real."

As she said so, my big sister was already upon me moving on all-fours to straddle me. Her shapely, toned and tanned body was gloriously naked, sitting on top of me over my lap after letting the bed sheet fall behind her and bunch up around her flared hips. No more words needed to be said as I reached up, sliding my hands up towards the fit muscles of her midriff. Her velvet skin felt irresistible beneath my fingertips caressing her beautiful six-pack that was flexing at my touch. Her breasts were next to be adored by my palms with my digits digging into her bountiful globs.

"Mmmhh!" Ivy hummed, delighted to have my thumbs gently rub her nipples in circles.

Without further ado, she snatched up the condom that she already had with her, ripped the package open and rolled the whole thing down until the base ring was at the root of my shaft wrapped in the ultra thin layer of transparent latex. My sister's flushed slit between her thick thighs was exposed before my very eyes as she reached down to grab my fully erect cock and guide it to her drooling loins. She winced as she brought the tip to her vulva, stroking it between her soaked labia that was caressing my sensitive glans. And then, as soon as I was suitably coated with her juices, she moved forward, pressing the head of my cock against her twitching opening until she took me inside, using her undulating walls of wet satin to envelop my meat.

"Fffuck yeah!" she moaned, her lashes fluttering as she lowered herself further down onto my shaft.

By then, she took me all the way to the hilt, settling all her weight upon my hips pressed over the mattress. My teeth were bared as she wriggled her hips a little to make herself more comfortable all while stirring her insides with my tool. Despite her size, broader than the average woman, she was still pretty tight. I could actually feel every twitch and every wave of her inner muscles rolling up and down my shaft, as if it was held by a clenched fist softened with slippery flesh. It was feverishly hot in there, like I was melting inside her as if my phallus was made of chocolate. The boundaries between our bodies were blurring as the shared sensations were pleasantly rocking us both. It was nice to remain that way for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of being joined as one. My hands were by then at work, running up her thighs with my fingers sliding over the sweet layer of fat that concealed the thickness of her firm muscles under her smooth skin.

That was when Ivy leaned over with her hands against the headboard behind the top of my head, giving me a great view of her breasts wobbling as she began to rock her hips back and forth, keeping my cock deep inside her. The lazy motion was already sending currents of tingling pleasure up my spine. My sister of a lover wetted her lips with her tongue and closed her eyes as though lost in a trance, her breathing growing heavier. She was just so sexy and hot the way she towered over me with the toned core of her midriff flexing in a back and forth motion. The desire to give as much pleasure as I was taking took its toll on me the moment I rested my hands on her love-handles and pulled myself into her, following her pace.

"You know what?" Ivy asked while staring down at me with a hunger in her eyes. "I wish we could just lose the condoms and do it raw... just to have you fill up my pussy."

"Oh, shit!" I gasped right after my big sis slammed herself down on me unceremoniously hard, forcing my cock even deeper inside her.

To my exceeding enjoyment, the clap of her butt slapping against my upper thighs filled the room at the punishing pace of her rutting on my sweating body. It was as if she was trying to bruise my pelvis the way she was going with her tits jiggling and her long red mane flapping up and down.

"Tell me when you're close," Ivy muttered out loud over the impacts of her thrusting, making every soft part of her body quiver, like a mound of jello being tapped with a spoon.

And as time went by, the mattress continued to absorb the relentless pounding of her strong, wide hips and thick bubble butt that were hammering me for all she was worth. Thus, she kept on driving my pole deep and hard into her sopping, searing tunnel of love with my tender glans gliding throughout her slippery insides. Her burning hot flesh had the texture of silk soaked in warm maple syrup, smooth and delicate despite how tight she was. It was like my cock was being plunged into a Chinese finger trap, sucking me in on and on every time she withdrew with her vagina clinging on to me as if her life depended on it.

It was only a matter of time before she decided to do me even harder by rising up on her stocky thighs and letting gravity aid her heavy descent on my phallus. The hard impacts of her ass bouncing on my lap was a blast to hear as the loud, slapping sounds were filling the room again along with her labored breathing and blissful moans of pleasure.

"Oh shit... oh fuck!" I exclaimed, panting as I started to feel an orgasm building up inside me. "V... V, I'm... gonna cum!"

Though I tried to warn her, Ivy seemed to be deaf all of a sudden, lost in her fugue as she rode and fucked me ruthlessly as though trying to scratch some maddening itch. That was when her powerful pelvic floor muscles clamped down on my blood pumped dick in earnest at the lewd noises of our coupling.

"Ahh, ohh yeah... yeah... fuck yeah!" Ivy panted, seemingly closer to the edge than I was, right before she put both her hands on my chest and dug her nails into my pecs. "OH FUCK, COLT, I'M CUMMING!!"

And as she cried out loud in orgasmic thrill, her inner muscles clenched hard around my swollen shaft in wracking waves. That familiar tension throughout her body was so palpable, I could literally feel it with my hands still holding her love-handles just before she abruptly stopped moving, sitting on top of me. Her satin walls felt amazing, trying to milk my boner with her butt grounded on my lap. Meanwhile, Ivy was drifting in a state of exquisite relief with her eyes closed, biting down on her lips out of excess. Though, I love watching her like this, I couldn't help but feel like there was only one problem, I didn't cum yet.

And thus eager to collect my due given how close I was to ejaculate, the sexual hound in me took over, urging me to take what's mine. My hands had a will of their own as they reached higher from Ivy's hips until my wrists made it past her armpits for my fingers to grasp her shoulder blades. She yelped as soon as I yanked her down in my arms, her breasts tenderly pressed against my chest beneath her.

"Heheheheheyyy, what the fuck you're doing, baby bro?" she chuckled, taken off guard while welcoming my initiative by darting her own hands behind my neck all while panting after the rough ride she gave me.

Not a word came out of my mouth when my hands instinctively slid their way down on her ass, gripping her lush cheeks as I spread my legs and dug my feet into the bed sheets. It was all the leverage I needed to start pistoning my dick in and out of my sister's glorious pussy to finish what she started. We were both moaning and gasping in lustful passion as I was the one fucking her like a famished beast, thrashing below her mercilessly. I could actually feel her magnificent ass ripple under my hands with each push of my cock inside her, making my fingers sink into the fleshy mounds of her butt that I love so much. The wet sound of pussy and cock thrusting together hard and loud sounded like rock metal from heaven as our bodies clapped with overwhelming vehemence.

And as I kept on bucking and thrusting my cock up my sister's insides, I was coming nearer and nearer to my breaking point. I was gonna cum harder than the last time we fucked not two days ago.

"Ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck, yesyesyesyes! Ivy huskily grunted, her forehead weld on top of mine with strands of her hair drenched from the top of her head. "Keep going baby... I'm almost... I'm gonna..."

"AARGHHH!!!" I roared, gritting my teeth hard at the same time that my fingers pressed harder in the softness of her butt the second every muscle of my body contracted all at once.

And just when the head of my phallus started to feel as warm as if dipped in hot water, my sister's body lurched forward with her back arched all while staying clung to me as if I was a life buoy, stranded in the middle of the sea.

"JESUS FUCK!!!" she cried out, as her whole torso shuddered and convulsed.

Spacing out in oblivion, the condom was filling up with my seed that could have made a cream pie out of her drenched vagina. Come to think of it, the very idea of emptying my balls right inside my dear old sister seemed so enticing at this very moment. Meanwhile, we were not even moving a muscle as we were catching our breath, savoring each other's warmth in total abandon. We were both bathing in the afterglow of our mutual climax as I was shooting the last of my load while she was still milking me in vain until her orgasm subsided in shivering bliss.

"Holy shit!" Ivy sighed, whispering at my ear with her chin now resting on the crook of my shoulder and her cheek cuddled up next to mine. "That was so fucking hhhot!"

Lost in the ecstasy after a thorough fucking session, I couldn't formulate a single phrase. Instead, I pulled her naked body into a tighter hug, savoring the smoothness of her back damp with sweat. I was all too delighted to explore the ripped muscles around her spine with my hands. The sound of my fingers rubbing all over her soft and warm skin felt so good to hear with my palms gliding up over her shoulder blades and back down to her waist. I wanted this to last forever as she embraced me back harder as if to keep my softening boner secured deep inside her pussy.

Before long, Ivy uplifted her face above me and grasped my face between her hands in order to lay her parted lips upon mine for us to kiss deeply. We were both holding each other even closer, our tongues dancing and probing around with our mouths joined in a soothing chorus of passionate moaning and affectionate purring. We kissed some more, taking our time to explore and savor one another until eventually, our lips parted the moment Ivy pulled back only to beam at me lovingly with a full, gratified smile.

"I was serious, you know," she said as soon as she rested her head below my chin.

"About what?" I asked, still a little dozy, staring up dreamingly at the ceiling.

"About us ditching the condoms for birth control pills, just so you can fire your load all over my insides. I wanna know what it really feels like."

"Rawdog, huh?"

"Bark bark!" she woofed with a frolicsome grin on her face right after she lifted her head up to look at me in the eyes and land a peck on my lips.

"That's funny; I was thinking the same thing. How about we go to the pharmacy right after breakfast?"

"Sounds good to me," Ivy replied, very pleased as she sighed contentedly, rubbing her loins over my groin and making my semi-erect manhood gently stir inside her super hot, tender cunt.

"You wanna go now?"

"Nah, let's stay like this a little longer."

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Shortly after we dressed up in no hurry and left the motel, we went to the diner just across the street where we ordered pancakes with sausages drenched in delicious maple syrup, and a small plate full of buttered toasts along with coffee. It was after we filled our bellies that I drove us to the nearest pharmacy to get these birth control pills my big sis wanted. It turns out that buying them was as easy as buying tampons at the counter. I wasn't surprised one bit when Ivy took her first pill and swallowed it in one sip of water. All that was left to do was to wait for the pill to take effect in a week, which was a bummer given how eager she was to have me cum inside her eager pussy.

After our little purchase, there wasn't much else we had in mind to do. Lilith must be sleeping at this hour so we couldn't go see her just yet, and we hadn't exactly planned where we would go in a city that was still unknown to us. That was until it hit me. The underground fighting club Clay mentioned to me last night during our talk outside the strip club. When the subject came up, I was intrigued given that I never had been in a place where men can fight either for money or sport. Now that we have nothing better to do, I was pretty tempted to give the place a visit. Thus, my mind was made up while my big sis was busy using Google Maps on my phone, searching for a place where we might have fun to pass the time.

So I told her all about it and showed her the card with the address written on it. And as soon as I asked her if she wanted to come along, she was pretty thrilled with the idea. Back in the day when we used to watch WWF wrestling matches on TV, Ivy always had a blast watching people getting slammed on tables, smashed by folding chairs or being on the receiving end of a good old fashion ass-whooping. So of course she wanted to go see some guys fighting each other for real.

Chapter: 4

The Iron Warrior

The designated address of the place wasn't exactly easy to find, especially at night. But after a thorough search around a few blocks, I managed to find a decent place to park Betty before we made it to the alley in a few minutes, where we were supposed to go.

"Sooo, this is the place?" Ivy asked after giving one good look at the dark alleyway ridden with dumpsters and graffiti on the walls provided with a few wall pack lights across the passageway.

"One way to find out," I answered, ready for anything with my M1911 pistol holstered at my rear and my pocket knife in my jacket. "Buuut, if you're too scared to tag along, you can wait in the car."

"Fuck no, let's go!"

Upon hearing her feisty reply that cracked a smirk on my face, we proceeded onward, walking past the alley with our hands embedded in our pockets. Following Clay's instructions to the letter, we kept on walking until I saw the door with a 'keep out' sign to the right.

"Looks like this is it," I said, looking at my big sis. "You ready?"

"Let's fucking go!" she answered, with a confident grin which said a lot about how fearless she was.

Without further ado, I gave four hard knocks on the door exposed under a dim light from above, and waited until an eye slot opened, revealing a stern pair of eyes glaring at me, then at Ivy.

"Who the fuck are you?" the nameless doorman demanded, not beating around the bush.

"I'm Colt, and this is Ivy," I said, straight to the point, completely used to talk to ill-mannered assholes. "Clayton Jones told me about this place."

"Clay, huh?" he replied, a little less crude than earlier, while still sizing us up. "What's the password then?"

"Punisher."

After a few seconds, the doorman opened up the door for us to get in. The rest went as smoothly as butter, even though the entrance fee was a hundred bucks per person, and that I had to surrender both my gun and my knife before getting checked by a metal detector. It was only then that we could head inside by walking down some stairs which led us underground where the action was. The loud music of heavy metal down below was booming louder with each step we made, right along with the noise of people waiting for us.

I was almost taken aback at the sight of the impressive crowd assembled around a fenced octagon, where two men were standing on their corner of the mat under the spotlights. The place was completely built of concrete, while settled up with all the fancy furniture and the flashy equipment for the establishment to look like an actual club, where people would gather to drink, have a good time and enjoy the show in the ring. By the time Ivy and I managed to make our way through the crowd, in order to get as close as possible to watch the fight, the loud music was killed right before the referee standing in the middle of the mat declared the beginning of the match.

The two combatants were obviously both heavyweights, their bare upper bodies packed with broad muscles, while their fists were wrapped in gauze bandages held in place with tape on the wrists. It took me a minute or two, but after giving a good look at one of them, I quickly recognized Clay all fired up for the fight. The tall bouncer seemed far more burly and intimidating shirtless, showcasing his arms as thick as my thighs, and his large, hairy chest that seemed like an immovable bulwark of meat. Not to mention his big, bald head that looked as hard as stone unlike his thick, black beard damp with sweat. His opponent was almost just as massive and tall, supporting an equally large and jacked frame.

I was all too captivated thus far, watching these two gorillas moving in circles and exchanging punches, fighting like two Kaiju monsters. The way they fought was pretty distinguished. Clay moved and performed like an experienced boxer, while his adversary was more of a brawler than anything. For a moment, they danced back and forth around the ring, throwing jabs, parrying and dodging before throwing back a counter.

"You see that guy? I said out loud to be heard in the commotion, directing Ivy's attention towards the big man holding his own. "That's Clay, the bouncer at the club."

"Ah yeah, that guy!" she responded, recognizing him despite how sauced she had been last night. "He's pretty good."

I couldn't agree more. This was a good fight, watching their flying fists, seeking the most effective angle, and their feet hammering the mat left and right in order to gain the best leverage and land a solid hit. The exchange continued as such, until the brawler decided to charge at Clay, delivering a flurry of fresh blows intended to break through his defense. His relentlessness soon paid off the moment he swung a wild hook, catching Clay near the temple. It was enough to jerk his head back, throwing him off balance. Things were not looking good when his opponent pressed on into the opening he created only to have his fist blocked at the last second by Clay's right forearm.

Pushed into a corner, his guard was way up to shield himself against the beatdown. He was completely stuck; harassed by the barrage of blows that sought to hit him everywhere from head to waist, using jabs and hooks. For a moment there, I got a little worried. Clay was taking all the hits his adversary was throwing at him, and he was doing so without even trying to hit back. The more he resisted, the more aggressive the relentless assault became.

"What is he doing?" Ivy asked, looking confused as to why the big bouncer wasn't fighting back. "He's gonna get his ass beat at this rate."

"He's waiting," I said, as I suddenly noticed what was really going on in the ring.

"Waiting for what?"

"Watch and learn."

And just then, a moment after Clay had taken a few more dozen hits while still standing on his feet, his adversary was still throwing hands, until his pace started to slow down. The next thing I knew, the exertion was finally taking its toll on the guy as his moves became sloppier with every thrust of his fists. I knew, then and there, that this was the moment Clay was waiting for. And just as I predicted, he ducked down, avoiding a desperate hook and immediately seized his chance to counter attack with a clean body-shot that heavily connected, delivering a mean-ass liver punch.

I've been punched to the liver before, and it hurts like hell for just about thirty seconds to a whole minute. So, as soon as the brawler staggered in breath-taking pain, the fight was definitely over. Clay made sure of it, by adding an uppercut to the chin that sent him flat on the mat hard.

"OOOOOHH!" the crowd shouted out loud, before it was confirmed by the referee that the guy had been utterly knocked out.

"Damn, that was quick!" Ivy commented, genuinely impressed by the knockout, as Clay left the ring in high praise.

"Follow me," I said, before I went walking through the crowd, dragging my sister along by the hand, as I intended to go say hi to the man who invited me in this club from the get go. "Clay! Hey, Clay!"

With all the noise going on, I had to shout his name a few more times to catch his attention, as he drank down the water bottle that was handed to him. It was only after he swallowed a good sip that he noticed me approaching, with a toothy grin on his bearded face weathered by the early fight.

"Colt, you came!" he exclaimed, truly glad the moment I stood before him with my big sis alongside me. "I see you brought your girl, too. I'm Clay."

"Ivy," she answered cordially, before reaching out for a handshake all without mentioning that we were actually siblings. "Fancy meeting you here."

"It's as good a place as any," the bouncer replied, upon shaking her hand in return. "How about you two wait for me at the bar, while I clean up and get changed. I'll be right back."

And so, we did as he asked, ordered a beer for us both and waited for a short while quenching our thirst until Clay finally showed up, freshly out of a shower, dressed in a black shirt and Jeans. On his tab, he ordered us one small glass each of Tequila for us to drink down to our health. It was after he was served with his own cold bottle of beer that he told us everything we wanted to know about the fighting club known as, 'the Den'.

As an underground fighting club, the place was only reserved to the privileged, and to those willing to fight either for the dough or for the fun of it, or both. The ironclad rule was pretty simple 'what happens in the Den, stays in the Den'. Discretion and seclusion were the two key factors that kept the club under wraps from any unwanted attention from the authorities.

In short, fights were organized once or twice a week for spectators to bet their cash on whoever they think would win and to enjoy the show. The rules in cage fighting were pretty much the same as the early days of the UFC. There was no weight or time limit, and just about any technique was allowed, excluding biting, eye gouging, or groin striking. The one thing that made people think twice before entering the cage was the fact that the club takes no responsibility for any injuries that could occur.

"Nothing like the good old school," Clay said, before taking another sip of his second beer. "People come here to see what a real fight looks like. The fights you see on TV are fun and all, but in places like this, it's the real deal. We get to fight with all we got, nothing held back until one of the two is knocked out or taps out."

"Sounds fun, where do I sign up?" Ivy uttered, seemingly more interested than I may or may not be comfortable with the idea of watching her fighting other guys.

"Anyone who wants to put their metal to the test has to pay a hundred bucks up front to participate. There's no refund should you want to back down."

And just when he was about to continue, loud rock-metal music blasted from the speakers again before it was announced that the next fight was about to begin. To my surprise, the two combatants were both women each wearing a form-fitting top and a pair of sports shorts.

Ivy couldn't have been more engrossed than she already was, watching these two fit girls remarkably well built for a fight, as they entered the cage. For a pair of female fighters, the fight was brutal almost as soon as the bell rang. It was only a matter of time before blood started to spill on the mat.

"Holy shit, look at them go!" my big sis exclaimed, over the cacophony of the crowd that was cheering for the two cage fighters. "Now I definitely wanna give this shit a try. How about you, baby?"

"Maybe," I replied, not quite as sure as she was, but quite curious enough.

Thus, I only had to ask before Clay went to have a talk with the bartender who happened to be the one who managed the fights. A couple of minutes later, he came back with a broad smile before he told us that there was one fight I could participate in. One of the fighters wasn't going to be there for the next match. Luckily, Clay convinced the guy that I could be more than a fitting replacement should I accept. Plus, I didn't have to pay a single penny since the sum was already paid for.

It took a few more words of encouragement from Ivy for me to finally make up my mind and leave my jacket to her for safekeeping, before I followed Clay to the locker room. Unlike in the UFC, I wasn't obligated to be shirtless or wear shorts. Thus, I kept my pants and grey tank-top on and left my boots and socks in a locker. The only thing left for me to do was to sit and wait, while pondering on what I had gotten myself into.

It'd been a while since I last fought mano a mano. I was used to sparring with my fellow Marines, brothers trained and battle hardened to fight, subdue, or kill with their bare hands. So there was probably little for me to worry about who I would be fighting if I kept my wits about me. Yet in spite of that, I couldn't stop my left leg from shaking along with my heel, frantically tapping on the floor. Back in the Corps, during my first deployment in Iraq, I always used to have the shakes before a mission. I thought it was fear at first. Maybe it was. But after everything was checked out by the medic, the doc told me that it wasn't exactly fear, but something closer to excitement or longing. In his words, 'The horse locked in the starting gate isn't afraid; he's just ready to run'.

That was the undeniable feeling I had while twiddling my thumbs. There were other times, however, when it felt like I was a caged animal, walking in circles, waiting for the next meal. In moments like this when relieved from duty, I usually listened to music on my phone, or watch videos on YouTube to think about something else and still my mind. At the moment, there was one thing I liked to listen to, a video published by "Warrior Tier" to which I was subscribed to. The title was: IRON WITHIN, IRON WITHOUT.

So I pulled out my phone, texted the name and selected the video before I put on my wireless earplugs and pressed play at 1:50. The deep voice of Warrior Tier instantly took effect on calming my nerves, speaking in a high, gothic tone, which was the common tongue used in the Warhammer 40,000 universe.

"I will not live much longer. I have many names. The first I was given was Andus Maggen. I have been given more: Monster, Butcher, Breaker. My time is limited; I refuse to be part of a heresy of unjust death. The cataclysm of iron was the end point of the Grand Heresy for me. I feel the rust setting in. Before I return to the ground, and before Father Time needs me back to my component parts, let me tell you of a few truths. One truth is this: war is the natural state of all life. From the first moment the first cellular organism consumed its neighbor, war was inevitable.

"In the holy crucible of combat, we are broken. In the holy crucible of combat, we are remade. We are forged anew by flames that have burned since our species could even walk. From the very beginning, ready to wage war. Stick, stones, rocks, bows, javelins, lances... on horseback, on the backs of great beasts. With the bullet and blade, we wrote the tale of time with the only ink of any value, blood. And what is contained within blood? ... Iron.

"There is iron within us, and when we cut our foes, their iron is without. Iron within, iron without. Within us is the iron needed to be a warrior. Without the iron, we are prey, chattel and corpses. 'We' are the Iron Warriors; 'I' am an Iron Warrior. Ours is a legacy of savagery. Our name was earned in the conflagration of the early wars of Unification. We bled for an emperor and an empire that regarded our blood with less than contempt. We were but soldiers, bodies to clog our enemies' defenses with. Our bodies were but the stones of ramparts. Ramparts that our supposed brothers could use to climb to glory, and forget we were there at all.

"Our father raised his head from the quagmire and declared, "Enough! Enough pointless blood! Enough wasted iron!" No more would the fourth be ignored. We would take what was ours. Our fallen brothers would no longer be churned to fertilized ground that was ours by right. How many worlds did we conquer only to never own? I do not know, but for each world that should have been ours, we burned another that was stolen by our brothers. How can regal, royal Ultramarines possibly understand the pain... the horror of loss?

"Do you truly believe that there is a legion more deserving of the rights of conquest than the Fourth? After the False Emperor united mankind beneath his banner, he promised glory to the sons of Olympia, he promised a recognition that never came. We were not to him but chaff, fodder for his foes, foes to be fought in a war of arrogance. The Unification, the butchery, the death; all of it was nothing but worship to that man. That's the actual Imperial Truth. All who serve the king of all corpses, all who fight in humanity's wars, are meat being sacrificed on the altar of a false king. Perhaps worst is that Horus, Erebus and Lorgar led my iron brothers down an equally false path. The freedom promised to the Iron Prince was just another jest. Again, we were ill-regarded pawns... in a war of vanity, in a war of depravity, in a war of poison.

"Perhaps, we expected too much; perhaps, even asking for a slight nod of recognition for our sacrifices was too arrogant. But statues are raised to honor those who died in combat that can never compare to our battles. Horus knew this and used us like plasteel figures on a game board. We were lied to, misled and spent.

"Fulgrim, that poisonous fool, went so far as to use Perturabo, stealing his very essence so that he may transcend. The perfumed whores of Fulgrim call their father a prince, 'a prince'... disgusting. A crown and a snake's tail do not make a prince. His ascension was a joke. He went from something true, a warrior, a leader and became a degenerate. His "gifts" are but chains painted and glamoured so that the slave cannot feel their pull.

"Tell me, how quickly do you think the writhing sentience, known as Slaanesh, would yank the chain if Fulgrim decided to be his own self. How powerful are gifts if they can be taken away. They are dust. Fulgrim didn't learn what he should have from his time with Perturabo. He didn't learn that there are no gifts, there is only iron. Iron within, iron without.

"So many of my former brothers are now lost, the Luna Wolves, the Warhounds, the Thousand Sons, the Death Guard. Lost to promises from malignant beings they believe are gods. It has been worshipped by humanity from the moment our first ancestor throttled the life from his rival. There is only one god, its name is Iron.

"Every warrior who has heard the thunder of the guns or seen the breaking of the sky is an Iron Warrior at heart. Every person who has raised a blade, every single human who has spilled blood was an Iron Warrior. And every one of us has been lied to, used, broken, bled, and forgotten. Consider the cemetery worlds with their billions of soldiers standing in rank, standing in formation, in service even in death, the blood-soaked skeleton princes of Angron's flayer legions, the venomous, slinking snakes of Alpharius' particular 'armies'. None of them have paid the price; none can fathom the iron we have spent during millennia of war. They sit in gilded halls, palaces of bone and steel. They do not care for the foot soldiers who died so that they can stare at their own reflections.

"I know, how can someone like me, a traitor, a butcher, possibly hold any moral high ground? I do not deny my crimes. I embrace the truth that I have lived. And I know the face of each soldier I killed. I know the face of Kurt Tenno, the Salamander I was forced to kill. I will remember his face. I know how the tide churns and turns black with enough blood because I have seen it. But I respect my foes. I regard them for what they have earned. They were iron, they lived by the iron. They fought with the iron in their hearts. Just as I have, just as my brothers once did.

"If iron is strength, then rust is a cancer. And I see the cancer that had consumed my dear Fourth. I see how Horus has poisoned us, how we were deceived. And I know that every foot soldier of any war is always forgotten. I accept that I went too far; I am a traitor. But, I am only a traitor to the Emperor. I am a loyalist to my fellow soldiers. I am a traitor to the eyes of the new Fourth Legion. I am a loyalist to the memory of what we once were, and I spit in the faces of the supposed Gods of Chaos.

"There is only one god, and it has countless, loyal followers. My god has lived since the dawn of time itself. My god is within, my god is without. Iron within, iron without. I am the Fourth Legion."

The video ended with epic music as chills ran under my skin. Even my eyes were filled with emotional tears that I wiped off my face. It wasn't the first time I listened to this video, and yet, it never failed to lift my spirit, drain my worries, and to let off steam from my inner struggles and pent-up frustrations. I had been a fan of Warhammer 40K since I was twelve, painting models and learning everything that there was to know about the lore of the grim, dark future. That was what brought me to seek out YouTube channels focused on this fantastic sci-fi universe that was my own escape from reality.

I guess I was a sucker for valiant last stands against overwhelming odds, bonds forged between characters in difficult circumstances, cool monologues, and stories of hope and perseverance. Stories about people finding purpose when everything had gone wrong could help real people to find their own purpose when everything went wrong for them. 40K helped me a bunch of times to do that for me, and I will always be grateful for that. It was also because I could especially relate to the Iron Warrior faction, which almost perfectly reflected the Marine Corps and my years of service.

Somehow, their story and how things turned out for these fictional characters were quite similar to the stories of men in the military, and those who I served with. Me, Hugo and the rest of our brothers, we were the United States Marines, the best of the best. We were trained to adapt, improvise and overcome all obstacles. It was our job and duty to fight and keep fighting until victory was assured, no matter how outdated our equipment was, and no matter how our efforts and sacrifices would not be as recognized or valued as much as they should be back home.

Back when World War II ended, all those who fought in that war, and came back to the country dead or alive, were branded and glorified as heroes and liberators. Monuments and statues were raised in their honor for the next generations to remember them and follow their example. That was what the guys in the Vietnam War had expected or anticipated. That was what many young men had thought before they enlisted to travel the world and do what they signed up to do.

The end of that fantasy was as abrupt as falling head first in a pile of mud. Nowadays since the 1970s, we were being protested against, spat on, insulted and being called killers, murderers, and all other kinds of vile crap. And as if that wasn't enough, despite the fact that we were in charge of millions of dollars of various equipment and hardware, a lot of us eventually ended up broke or couldn't even hold a simple job in a grocery store or picking up trash because we were deemed too dangerous.

Even though I was not doing so badly with my hefty pension and all, it always pissed me off how badly retired Marines and soldiers were being treated. Husbands being cheated on by their unfaithful wives; fathers losing their homes and kids; false accusations due to PTSD, and the shitty prejudices. The injustice and unfairness of it all, always made my blood boil in my veins. At this instant, the anger inside me grew, hot and heavy. Right then and there, I wanted to punch something or someone... hard.

"Colt, you're up!" Clay shouted, the moment he barged in the locker room, as my wish to fight just got granted. "You're ready, kid?"

"Yeah," I answered, imitating John Wick with a grin before I stored my phone and earplugs in the locker, and walked my way out, to face the music while cracking my knuckles.

And the music was booming all right, just a second before I came out to have my name called out by the announcer. Given that I was the new guy on the playground, I wasn't surprised when the crowd around me started booing me and uttering some random insults, while I followed Clay, leading the way to the cage.

It was only after I stepped inside the ring that I had my first glimpse at my opponent, who was staring right back at me. There was nothing much in particular about his frame or features. He had short, dark hair with a short beard, and had the average physique of a middleweight fighter; all shirtless, with a flashy pair of shorts at his waist. By the way he was sizing me up with a noticeable, cocky smirk on his face, the guy was obviously very confident in his abilities, probably too confident, in my opinion. That could be an advantage I could definitely exploit with the right timing.

While I still could, I turned my gaze to my right, towards the bar where I last saw Ivy. But she was nowhere to be found there. My heart was just about to pinch with worry right before I noticed someone in the front row of the crowd, waving at me, specifically. And that someone was none other than my dear old big sis, to my relief.

"COLT, OVER HERE!" she yelled, trying to be heard over the music, while cheering for me with unchained enthusiasm. "KICK HIS ASS, BABY BRO!"

"Are you ready?" the referee asked me, to which I nodded affirmatively before he asked the same question to my opponent, whose name was Barbosa. "LET'S FUCKING GO!"

At the go-ahead, the guy in front of me went straight towards me, pacing forward with his raised fists, clad in MMA gloves. That didn't bother me in the slightest, as I met him head-on with my bare fists up. We were face to face in no time in the middle of the ring, under the spotlights, with only a single step of space between us. He tried to circle me around to feel me out and establish his rhythm.

I didn't give him the chance to outmaneuver me, the moment I side-stepped towards the direction he was heading to. As I kept on cutting him off with my unparalleled footwork and by anticipating his every move, it was only a matter of seconds before Barbosa finally decided to throw the first punch.

My reaction was instant, as Barbosa's jab missed my face by an inch after one swift move of my head to my right. The next strike came faster, but not fast enough to catch me off guard. I could see the irritation in his eyes turning into frustration. Winning fights as efficiently as possible is all about strategy, deception, and maintaining control. Baiting my opponent to hit me, only for me to dodge every single attack he threw at me, didn't take long to annoy the hell out of him. I could say the same for the people outside the ring, who were then screaming and taking out their frustrations on me for not fighting back.

It didn't matter, though. There was no time to think about that. I had to keep moving, to stay up close and personal into his flow and momentum. Barbosa had to give himself more into anger before I could make my move.

Anger leads to rashness and clumsiness. It diminishes skill and technique. It sucks away finesse, dilutes focus, and it forces errors and over reach until it stills precision and discipline. For any fighter, anger and the loss of control that comes with it is a self-inflicted wound. And that was exactly the advantage I was striving for.

By then, the guy was all hot and bothered; trying to land at least one hit on me. The opportunity presented itself on its own the moment I blocked a left jab with my forearm and ducked down to avoid the second one that was destined to bash my face. No hesitation was made on my part when my 'haymaker' came about in the form of a left hook that instantly connected with Barbosa's jaw.

The impact through my fist felt just right after putting all my repressed aggression behind that decisive punch. I knew then and there that the fight was over by the way the guy's head snapped around, only for him to land on his belly, flat on the mat. It was enough to shut up the whole crowd that gasped by the sudden knockout that happened so fast. The referee confirmed it in a second with a quick inspection of Barbosa after he was rolled on his back, completely motionless, as if he had been put into a deep sleep.

"IT'S OVER!" the man declared, forming an 'X' with his arms before he bounced back on his feet and approached me to quickly grab my arm and raise it up high for everyone to see. "HERE'S THE WINNER, COLT GALAGAN!"

That said, the men and women outside the cage recovered soon enough from their stupor to burst into cheers that transcended from the boos and curses they were uttering a few minutes ago. Though their praises weren't as loud or grandiose as in the NHL when a goal was scored, it felt good, nonetheless, to be regarded as a winner for a change. But when I saw Ivy waving her hand above her head at me, while bouncing on her feet and shouting full heartedly, the glory felt even better as I valued her opinion and praise above anyone else's.

"Holy shit, Colt!" she cried out loud, before she jumped in my arms with her free arm around my neck after I walked out of the cage to meet her with a big smile. "You knocked that guy the fuck out. I never saw it coming."

"Neither did Barbosa," Clay added, with a hard smack on my shoulder. "I expected you to be good, but damn, that was something."

"Thanks," I replied, after turning towards him with my big sis at my side with my left arm across her shoulders. "Gotta say, it was pretty fun."

"Well, in that case, how about we do this again next week? I can arrange this no problem."

"Hell yeah!" Ivy exclaimed, all hyped up. "Count me in, too. I wanna kick some ass."

"If you think you got what it takes, sure, that can be arranged, too."

Thus, after Clay and I agreed to finally exchange our phone numbers, the big man went to have a talk with the barman while my big sis and I were making our way to the locker room to recover my stuff. But as I was about to reach the door handle, Ivy spontaneously grabbed me from behind and forcefully turned me around in order to pin me against a wall. Her strength took me by surprise, but what really made me arch my eyebrows was the way her blue eyes were set ablaze with burning hot lust fixated to mine. My foxy sister was by then, toe to toe before me, smiling her seductive smile, while sliding her fingers slowly down my arms. She looked so beautiful and banging hot with her enticing lips and her drop-dead gorgeous rack in her form-fitting top that was in touch with my chest.

"Guess what?" my naughty sister whispered, before pushing her breasts upwards, exposing more juicy flesh of her cleavage out of her V-neckline. "I'm so fucking horny right now. Watching you knock that guy out in one blow... turns me on."

And before I could say anything coherent, she reached down with one hand between my legs and groped my genitals through my jeans. Though I was aware how considerably inappropriate it was for her to do this in public, where anyone could see us, I couldn't help but indulge my big sis in her horny state.

"Well, well; hard as a rock already. Tell you what, why don't we take one last drink with Clay, get out of here, and find ourselves a nice place to fuck. How does that sound, pretty boy?"

The answer to that question came to its conclusion twenty minutes later after we actually had done everything she said when we ended up back in the car in which I drove us across the street until I found us a nice and quiet parking lot at the furthest corner where no lights would betray our presence. A few more minutes later (give or take), Betty was rocking left and right repeatedly on her suspension, all while her closed windows were already all wet and misty from the inside.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh... ugh... oh fuck... oh fffuck yeah, fuck me hard!" Ivy groaned in torrid ecstasy, lying on her back, naked beneath me as we were rutting in the missionary position on the backseat bench.

Just as naked as she was, I powered down, slamming into her and filling her cunt with my cock. My lover-of-a-sister kept her back arched, as she thrust her hips up, with one hand on my lower back and the other on my ass, which moved up and down in quick succession between her thick thighs. If I hadn't broken a sweat earlier during the fight, things were definitely heating up then given how hot it was getting inside the car.

"Oh shit... ugh... oh God... fuck me, fuck me dead!" my big sis shrieked and cried out, writhing in the close confines of the car.

Though it wasn't as spacious as an SUV, it was roomy enough for the both of us to lie comfortably on the cushions, with Ivy's right leg and knee drawn up against the backrest while her left leg was hanging past the headrest of the front seat. Her head was barely grazing the door as I drove my dick in and out of her sucking cunt at a clapping rhythm. And as I kept on smashing, the car rocked under us, with the suspension that was slightly squeaking and moaning in protest.

We were sweating like pigs as I raised myself forward over Ivy, so that I could easily sneak my left arm under the nape of her neck and grasp the lower door handle with my right hand to gain the maximum leverage I needed to plow her sopping-wet vagina even faster. The effect was immediate, as she gasped and shuddered, her body arching as much as possible with her arms wrapped around my torso to dig her nails in my back. Her passionate shrieks filled the car, bringing the music to my ears that spurred me on with a vengeance.

"Fucking shit, V!" I growled, breathing hard and heavily, as the pounding continued without mercy. "Gonna cum so hard... you're so fucking hot!"

"Yes... yes, baby bro! Fuck me like you fucking mean it! Fuck me... fuck me... make me cum good!"

And as she demanded so, her hands were, by then clawing at my back even harder. It was as if I was mating with an alley cat in heat. Though I felt the pain, her pussy felt too good around my shaft for me to pay any mind. In fact, the sharp stabs seemed to rather add to the excitement, encouraging me to shove my pole deeper and deeper inside my wailing sister. Betty was rocking so much by then that it was as if we were being swept away in a flood. I could feel Ivy's beautiful breasts bouncing almost just as much, jiggling against my chest after every thrust. And before I fully realized it, her pussy clamped around my dick, tugging at my shaft as if to demand tribute for the intense pleasure I was being given.

"Yes... yes, baby!" Ivy panted and gasped at an excessive rate, as if she was a living, ticking time bomb that was about to explode at any second. "Almost... almost... don't stop! DON'T FUCKING STOP!!"

Close to the edge of orgasmic bliss myself, I rammed and hammered away, dripping with sweat while enjoying the touch of her skin, hot like molten steel. My heart was pounding harder inside my chest, as my hips seemed to be following its lead by slamming my pelvis against my sister's loins, no matter how tired I was, panting with effort. That was when my dear old sister locked her legs around me and finally burst sky-high into a toe-curling climax.

"OH, BABY BRO... OH SHIT, I FUCKING LOVE YOU... AAAGHH!!!"

Too carried away to utter a word, with my cock tightly trapped inside her tense pussy, I focused every bit of effort on banging her, as if I actually wanted to knock her up. I was panting harder, covered in sweat while rolling my hips up and down with my forearm propped under her neck, soaked and cushioned against the leather seat. I was about to cum harder than I anticipated, so I pushed my feet against the door behind me for some extra leverage and managed a final dash for the finish line. She was gasping and panting in quick succession, while still enjoying my swollen manhood thrusting into her. It was only after I gritted my teeth with double the pressure that my nut finally busted, like a hose watering a garden of flowers.

"Fucking A!" I loudly groaned, between my still clenched teeth, as every muscle in my body became rigid all at once before my nervous system felt as if fire-crackers were pleasantly popping throughout my spine.

I felt like a million bucks, emptying my balls through my dick that felt warmer with every jet of cum that was filling up the condom I had on. Having sooner blacked out from the intensity of our passionate union, we eventually woke up minutes later, to find ourselves lewdly coupled together in the same position as when we had climaxed. Still on her back, Ivy untangled her legs from around my hips to have her feet lying wherever they could be most comfortable. As for myself, I remained sprawled on top of her, resting in between her splayed-open thighs, with my deflating cock still partially ensconced in her snug vagina

The air inside Betty hung heavily in a humid combination of musky pheromones mingled with the heady aroma of sex hanging in the air, as we both slowly came down from the clouds of our latest orgasmic high.

"Goddamn... that was wild," my big sis happily sighed, while tracing the solid contours of my dorsal muscles with her fingers followed by her palms. "You really gave it to me there."

Moments later, her big butt was seated on my lap, as I was sitting upright, reclined against the backrest all while we were sensuously making out. Neither of us spoke, lost in the blissfulness of our passionate exchange of kisses. We were barely taking the time to fully catch our breath as we rotated our faces to one angle, back to the previous, leaving no parts of our tongues untouched between our cuddly lips and nibbling teeth. I absolutely loved having my sister's nude body glued to me, to feel the softness of her rack mashed up against my chest, the firmness of her abdomen intimately brushing mine, her strong and shapely legs straddling my lap, the curves of her wide hips under my possessive hands, and to have her ripped arms hugging me by the neck.

"If you fight as good as you fuck, then we'll be rich in no time," she whispered, with our lips severed upon pulling back just enough for our noses to remain near.

"Oh really?" I said, grinning as I drew back a thick lock of hair behind her left ear with wholesome adoration.

"You bet your great ass. With me in the picture, we'll get double the dough if we keep winning. You'll see."

"You're still serious about that? This won't be like in prison. Guys who fight in the cage are no pushovers."

"Maybe, but don't you forget, little brother, I used to fight for my life in that prison," Ivy argued, with a determined look in her eyes that I always loved about her. "I can take care of myself, and I don't mind fighting dirty if I have to. It's do-or-die. Besides, I have you to train me."

"Me, train you!?" I repeated, just to be sure I heard her right.

"Yeah, I mean, I know how to throw a punch and beat the living shit out of somebody, but Pops taught you everything he knew about whoopin' ass. Plus, you're a Marine; you gotta know a bunch of stuff that could give me an edge."

"I guess I could teach you a thing or two, but--"

"Great, so we're doing this?" she quickly sputtered, suddenly sounding more like her old self when we were teenagers, all excited and eager to try something new.

It reminded me of the time when she dragged me into a party where we had our first beer together, or when she convinced me to tag along with her and a few friends at a huge AC/DC concert at the Power Trip festival that was held in Indio, California. I rarely could say no to her. Even here, I was persuaded to let her have her way for old times' sake.

"Are you sure about that?" I finally said, giving my big sis a fair warning. "Because if I train you, it's gonna be my way or the highway. You'll do as I say when I say it. You'll eat what I bring to the table for your diet, and when I say jump, you better say how high, you copy?"

"Yes, sir!" she answered, while addressing me as if I was her superior officer, sitting up straight and saluting with her right hand sharply raised to her forehead, only to chuckle in the end. "You sound so sexy when you're pushy."

And thus as if to seal the deal, her lips kissed mine, as I naturally responded in kind. In a matter of seconds, our mouths were welded back together as passionately as before, tongues stabbing and intertwining. Over five minutes later, Betty was, this time, rocking up and down with extra force as the shock absorbers were bouncing at the tempo of Ivy's ass pounding my lap and crotch to have my erect cock balls deep into her glistening pussy, over and over again with zeal. And while she was busy grunting and bouncing away, holding the front seat for leverage just so she could keep riding me in reverse-cowgirl style, using her strong thigh muscles to rise and sink back down on my plantain of a dick, I simply remained were I was on the back seat, lying back and enjoying the show.

My eyes were shamelessly locked onto her big, round, juicy and shapely peach-of-an-ass. And thanks to the dim lights, not so far away from where I parked the car, I could also admire the beauty of her muscular back, and of her awesome angel-of-death tattoo down to the smallest detail. My needy hands couldn't help themselves at this point, touching her soft skin, rubbing her torso and groping her booty. Just how I knew she liked it.

"Holy shit, Colt! You're so motherfuckin' deep!" Ivy exerted, moaning out of explosive pleasure with my cock spearing her tight channel. "Ohhh... ugh... ugh... ahh fuck!"

Meanwhile, as she began to quicken the pace, my hands went solely on her jiggling ass cheeks for my fingers to sink into the smooth flesh of her love-handles. She was breathing rapidly by then, inhaling and exhaling each time she landed on my lap, fucking herself senseless over my cock.

I reveled in the feeling of her pussy squeezing and pulling at my shaft, while her swollen labia were dragging along every time she pulled away from me. It was too much. I just had to do it. And so without any heads-up, I caught her right buttock, slapping it good and proper. It had the instant effect of pushing a high-pitched yelp out of her before she giggled with a heartwarming look in her eyes that were peering at me over the curve of her shoulder.

Sometimes, for most people, life can only be as good as they make it. I don't know where exactly we were going from there on, or what we would make of ourselves. But wherever our path might lead us, we might as well make damn sure to live it to the fullest.

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To be continued.