Do You Think Theyll Stop Here

"Do you think they’ll stop here?"

By dangermouse1314.

"What?" he roared. He looked across the room at her.

"Calm down Kyle." She replied indignantly.

"I will not calm down! And what’s more Susan, I will not be told to calm down in my own house!"

She rocked back in the sofa, his outburst obviously startling her.

He paced the floor in front of the gas fire, his brows deep in a combination of anger and worry. Susan, his sister-in-law, had been living with them for three months, and the first time his wife is out of town, something like this happens. The last thing his wife Corryn had asked him to do, was ‘keep an eye on my baby sister’.

"You come here at four in the morning and tell me that you got arrested for possession?"

"Well not quite arrested."

He stopped pacing and gave her a stern look. She shared most of her good looks with her sister Corryn, but her long dark hair was wavier, more curly. When they were together, it was obvious they were sisters; show stoppers, both of them.

"Ok then Susan, ‘not quite arrested’, but you were still taken in for questioning. What’s your sister going to say when she gets back?"

"What can she say? It’s not as though she doesn’t smoke a little pot herself, is it?"

He crossed the room to her.

"Corryn has never been in trouble for it though!"

"You mean she’s just never been caught. Come on Kyle, it was just bad luck!" She folded her arms, across her loose yellow blouse, crushing her pert breasts. Usually he noticed these things, tonight he was too mad to care. "Come on Kyle. We were in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Which wrong place were you at?"

"The Club." He knew the ‘Club’ well, even drank there sometimes and the live bands were the best, but it was not the ideal place for a young girl to hang out.

"But that’s for over twenty-one’s; you’re just nineteen!"

"Oh yeah, and you never drank underage did you?"

Susan’s high handed manner was beginning to piss him off. It was, after all, four in the fucking morning.

"Who else was there with you?"

"I was drinking with Tony."

"And who or what is Tony?"

"He’s one of the managers there. What is this? ‘Twenty Questions’? Why do I have to explain myself to you? You’re only my big sister’s husband!"

His hand whipped out and his finger shook in front of her nose.

"I also happen to be the person who pays for the roof above your head at the moment!"

Slowly a smile swept across her face. From a sitting position, she twisted her body and slipped down the sofa till she lay flat on it, her head resting on one sofa arm, her feet perched on the other.

She was a teasing minx, Kyle had known that before Corryn had arranged her stay with them. Susan believed that her body was her passport to the stars, and some said that she wasn’t afraid to use it either.

Kyle ignored her and began his pacing again.

"So what happened?"

He watched her smile at his apparent disregard for her figure. He had seen it alright. He just had too much on his mind right now.

"At the Club?"

"No! I’m not interested about the Club; it got raided, you got caught in possession."

He turned to face her again, his hands behind his back, warming at the fire. Although the house was centrally heated, the thermostat was automatically lower at night, it was quite chilly. "I’m interested in what happened at the police station. How come they let you go?"

"Well," she said, her hands now clasped behind her head. "It’s a long story…."

"I don’t have fucking time for a long story Susan! I’m working in the morning!" He looked at his watch. "Four hours from now! Just cut to the chase…. Just give me the details."

She looked slightly disappointed, but carried on quickly.

"The thing is…."

"Yes?"

"They’ve dropped the charge for possession, and in return, I phone them every once in a while if anything happens at the Club that looks illegal."

Kyle almost exploded.

"You’ve become a police informer?" Disbelief clouded his face.

"Come on Kyle, what choice did I have? It was either that or go to jail!"

"They can’t put you in jail for a little ‘blow’. It’s just your first offence, they’d let you off with a caution or some suspended sentence."

"No Kyle, you don’t understand." For the first time in the evening Susan looked contrite. She bit her lip nervously.

"What don’t I understand?"

"In Seattle, I got arrested for supplying marijuana."

"What?"

"I’m already on a suspended sentence. This time they’d put me away, I can’t take that."

So that was why she’d suddenly appeared on their doorstep three months ago! Kyle wondered if Corryn knew anything about this earlier offence.

"You can’t do it Susan."

"Can’t do what?" she asked, a surprised look on her face.

"You can’t grass on the Club. They’d kill you if they found out."

"Oh come on Kyle, don’t go over the top here."

In one fluid movement, he advanced on her, dropping down to sit by her waist. His side squashed her body into the back of the sofa. Her hands had instinctively swung round to shield her face.

"Have you any idea what kind of people own the Club? Have you?"

"It’s a club Kyle!" she squealed, as he grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the arm of the sofa behind her head.

"Have you any idea?" he repeated, roaring at her, almost point blank. "Do you really have any understanding of who owns the Club?"

Susan was frightened now. She cowered from his tirade, but made no reply.

"I’ll fucking tell you then. Will I?"

He let her wrists go, but still leant over her.

"They’re crooks Susan." His voice much quieter now, but the timbre gave import to his words. "The worst kind. If they find out you’re a police grass, you’ll be a sorry, sorry girl. If you’re still alive of course."

He watched her swallow.

"But Tony…." She started.

"Tony’s a fucking killer! Ok, he was never caught, but that just makes him more dangerous. Why do you think he was given the job as manager over there? He’s as hard as shit, and breaks fingers for fun!"

He leant back slightly, giving her room to breath.

"Girl, do you know what they’d do to you if they could hear us now?"

"I’d just tell them they’re wrong. That I’m not a police informant!"

"Oh yeah, and they’d just say… "cool Susan, sorry we got you wrong, here’s a drink on the house?". Do you think they’d stop there?"

He flicked his fingers at her face, dodging her flailing hands, catching her cheeks every time.

"Admit it, you’re a grass!" he asked, still slapping her lightly.

"Stop it Kyle! I’m harder than you think!"

"Oh, now she’s hard!" he said to the room. "Now she can take whatever they throw at her!"

His repeated flicks began to annoy her, and she stabbed his chest with her fist in retaliation.

"Admit it! You’re a grass!"

"Fuck you!" she retorted. She was getting a few punches home now. Swiftly he grabbed her wrists again, then transferred them both to one hand. With only a slight struggle, he managed to pin her wrists behind her head again. His slaps to her cheeks continued, despite the thrashing about of her head.

"Come on. Admit it. You’re a grass to the pigs!"

"Fuck you Kyle! I’ll never admit it!"

She was wriggling beside him now, and for the first time in the evening, he noticed her breasts, moving behind her blouse. He paused, his thoughts suddenly not on what he was doing.

"See!" she snapped. "I’d never admit it. They couldn’t make me!"

With a twist of her body, she brought her knee crashing into his side. The sudden pain shocked him for a second, then when the next blow came, her knee thumping harder, he was brought back to his senses.

Keeping his grip on her wrists, he raised his body off the sofa slightly, then sat firmly down on top of her thighs; effectively pinning her down. Her struggles increased at his apparent victory. She squirmed under him like a snake.

"They couldn’t make you eh?"

He slapped her harder.

"I’ll fucking make you!"

"Never!"

He slapped her again, more force this time, then gripped her face.

"You fucking work for the cops, don’t you?" he snarled at her.

"No way asshole!"

He seized her necklace; some cheap string of gaudy beads she enjoyed wearing, then twisted his hand in it. Irate beyond words, Kyle hoped that it would break, and she would give in.

"Admit it bitch! You work for the fucking Feds, don’t you?"

He pulled tighter on the necklace, waiting for it to break. Her neck came off the arm of the sofa, the beads digging into the flesh of her neck.

"Fuck you!" she said, in a voice hoarse and forced. Her defiant snarl made him pull all the more.

"Come on. Break!" he shouted, watching her face go red.

"Never!" she screamed. "You’ll never break me!"

Kyle had shouted ‘break’ at the necklace, but Susan had misinterpreted him.

"Break you bitch!"

But the string of beads held, so he pulled tighter. The more he pulled, the tighter it became around her neck, choking her.

"Never!" she croaked.

For a few seconds he looked down at her face, contorted in pain, then Kyle’s resolve broke. He could not strangle his sister-in-law to prove a point. With a sigh of frustration, he released the necklace and wiped his hand over his brow. With the sudden realisation of where the argument had been heading, he looked at the marks of the individual beads imprinted across Susan’s neck, like a hangman’s noose.

"I fucking told you that you couldn’t break me!" she snarled at him.

With a forward flick of her head she spat at him. Like a rabbit caught in headlights, Kyle slowly brought his fingers across his face, lifting her sputum, examining it.

"Now get the fuck off me!" she snapped. "If I want to get off this rap by squealing to the cops, I will Kyle!"

She spat again.

This time she had gone too far.

"Listen you stupid tart! Do you think they’ll stop there?" he roared at her. She made to spit at him again, but he clamped his hand firmly over her mouth.

"Do you think they’ll fucking stop there?"

She moved her head forward against the weight of his hand, then caught two of his fingers in her teeth.

"Aargh, you fucking bitch!" he yelled, twisting his fingers free. "I’ll fucking show you!"

She was still screaming ‘never, never’ as he got to his feet and reached down to grab her ankles.

"I’ll fucking show you!"

With a speed and dexterity which surprised even Kyle himself, he lifted and twisted her by the ankles, swinging her neatly onto her front. He then dragged her along the sofa and over the arm.

"No!" she cried, her voice partly smothered by the sofa itself.

When her backside was over the sofa’s arm, he let her legs go, and moved his body forward, effectively trapping her against the side of the sofa.

With sweeps of each hand, he quickly spanked her like a man hammering a tom-tom drum.

"Fuck off Kyle!" Susan shouted, her head twisted to one side. "You’ll never break me!"

"Do you think they’ll stop there?" he shouted back.

As he spanked her, he looked down at her nice ass, wedged in front of him, the rest of Susan’s body squirming on the sofa. For the first time in the struggle, his mind turned to sex. He was standing behind a very attractive, young woman, spanking her, and he had a motherfucker of an erection in his trousers. He hadn’t been this hard in years.

By this time Susan was mouthing all kinds of obscenities at him, but to no avail. She was pinned under him, and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.

"Do you think they’ll stop there?" Kyle shouted through her diatribe.

He looked at her ass, noticed how the dragging of her body over the sofa had made her skirt ride up underneath her.

Keeping the pressure on her ass, with both hands, he carefully lifted her skirt and folded it over her back. He stared, mesmerized at her flawless skin of her rounded ass.

A pale blue thong divided her ass in two. He hadn’t envisaged a thong.

As she twisted her head around to see what he was doing, a look of disbelief passed over her.

"Kyle! Kyle!" she shouted, her voice not hiding the element of panic. "What the fuck do you think you’re doing?"

She reached behind herself to grab the skirt and restore her modesty. His reaction was instinctive; it took only a second to snatch at her wrists and imprison them again, this time, held by one hand, pushed up her back.

"Ouch, Stop it Kyle! You’re hurting me!" she scolded.

Whack! His free hand swept across her thigh, then one more on her ass. He watched, hypnotized by the fact that her ass was inches from his hard-on.

"Do you think they’ll stop there?" he said, his voice low and mechanical. He ran his finger from the small of her back, over her panties to where they disappeared between their bodies. "They’ll break you Susan."

He suddenly hit her again, first on the upper thigh, then on both cheeks of her ass.

"You fucking freak!" she screamed. "I’ll get you for this! I’ll tell Corryn!"

But Kyle wasn’t listening.

"You’re a stool pigeon Susan, you went to the cops!" His voice had regained its volume and force, but still had a monotonal quality.

"I never went to any cops you bastard! Now let me fucking go!"

"Do you think they’ll stop there?"

"What?" She snarled at him. "I’m not afraid of you, you bastard!"

"You fucking should be."

He grabbed the elasticated band of her thong, and in one smooth motion, dragged it off her butt to her knees, then stepped on them with one foot to push the tiny piece of material to the floor.

Kyle slipped his free hand between her thighs and pressed his fingers against her pussy. "Do you think they’ll stop here?"

"What the fuck……..?"

Susan’s words were cut off when Kyle pressed his fingers harder at the entrance to her cunt.

"I said, Susan." He pressed harder, two of his fingers had worked their way past her lips and were now beginning to feel the warm wetness inside her. "Do you think they’ll stop here?"

"Kyle!" she snapped. "You’ve gone too fucking far, but we can call a halt to this right now!" She was panicking, but Kyle was too far gone to realise.

As his fingers worked their way inside her, she gasped involuntarily.

"We can stop this right now Kyle, and I’ll never say a word of it to anyone." Her bottom lip was trembling as he began to move two fingers inside her. "I’ll not even tell Corryn, it’ll be our secret."

Kyle watched as his fingers disappeared inside her, watched as his hand working on her pussy automatically opened her ass to his gaze.

"Do you think they’ll stop here?" Kyle said. He pushed his two fingers deeper inside her, running them round in circles round the walls of her cunt.

Disbelief covered her face as she watched him violate her.

Then he took his fingers out of her, and began to open his belt.

"NO!" she screamed. "Kyle don’t do this to me!"

"You asked for it, you wouldn’t break!" His voice had gone almost mechanical, his eyes were unfocused. The only emotion he felt was rage, and by God, she was going to get it. She had spat at him, she had punched and bit him, and he was only trying to get her to talk. She had started the game, and now he was going to finish it.

"Break? Are you fucking nuts?" she screamed. "What the fuck do you mean; ‘I wouldn’t break?’" She shook her head against the sofa. "This is not really happening to me."

Kyle had his penis in his hand now, and was pointing it directly at her wet opening. "Oh this is happening sweetheart." He said, pressing his hips forward.

"Do you think they’ll stop here?" he said as he inserted the head of his cock between her lips. "Do you think they’ll stop here?"

With a slow constant motion, he slid his cock deep into her.

She squealed, trying to bite the covering of the sofa. Kyle could see her teeth trying to grip. Then as he moved back and forth, she closed her eyes tightly. His cock was ploughing deep inside her, and her cunt was as wet as any he’d ever had.

With deliberate strokes, he pressed down on the arm of the sofa, screwing her onto the hard surface. He watched in awe as the deep pink insides of her cunt gripped him so tightly that they actually came slightly outside as he pulled out of her. He realized that he no longer needed to grip her arms; she was going nowhere now, and she had stopped struggling. They slid to her side, then disappeared under her body. Kyle tensed against her pushing herself off the sofa, but the move never came. He leant to one side as her fucked her to see what she was doing.

The bitch was actually squeezing her breasts! She was enjoying this!

Kyle was confused. He was fucking his sister-in-law, and she was getting off on it!

Within seconds he had determined his next step. He had to up the punishment.

"Do you think they’ll stop here?" he said as he fucked her, emphasising each word with a downward stroke.

"What?" she replied, her eyes were clouded. Kyle had seen that same look in her sister’s eyes; Susan was getting close to coming. She had pulled her t-shirt up to her neck and was now pulling hard at her nipples.

He repeated the phrase, his strokes bring her nearer to orgasm.

With a timed thrust, he pushed his thumb into her cunt beside his cock, then rubbed it over her puckered asshole.

"Do you think they’ll stop here?" he whispered over her back.

"No Kyle! Not there!" she said, but there was no firmness to her words. Her hands were still

With a firm stroke he pushed his thumb inside her and she screamed.

"Oh fuck I’m coming, I’m coming!" she roared, muffling her voice in the sofa.

He felt her cunt muscles clench on his cock, almost sending him over the edge. But he wasn’t coming just yet.

He kept fucking her until she calmed down, then withdrew his cock from her now saturated cunt and stood on tip-toe.

She moaned under him as he changed position.

With a move that was fluent and smooth, he slipped his thumb out of her ass and before her sphincter closed, he pressed his cock inside.

"Argh!" she cried, and stuffed three fingers into her mouth, sucking wildly.

He moved his weight over her and pressed down hard. "Man" he thought, "she was tight." With a satisfied grin, he began to fuck his sister-in-law’s ass.

He reached under her and felt her breast, blindly found her nipple, and squeezed it.

This was heaven!

"Susan!" he said, and she open her eyes slightly. "I’m fucking your ass, and you’re fucking loving it! Aren’t you?"

She nodded her head, and kept sucking on her fingers.

He slipped his other hand under her, grabbing her other nipple.

With renewed vigor, he forced himself deep into her rectum, taking perverse pleasure as she flinched at every downward stroke.

It took only a few moments before he felt his balls tighten and he sank onto her ass for the last time. He tensed his body as his seed pumped deep into her bowels.

"Ah, I can feel it." Susan said. Her words were muffled and hoarse.

"Do you think they’ll stop there?" he said, smiling.

Susan looked back at him, her eyes were still focussed somewhere else.

"Probably" she said.