Things went quiet for a little while after the fight between Ferah and Katie, but inside his mind, the night could not have been a bigger disaster. Ferah did not regret what she did and was quite proud of herself. Katie had been far out of line with putting her hands on him. She had conceded to let the girl keep taking shots at her all she wanted and dig her grave further when the opportunity presented itself, but she hated to see what being with this girl for so long must have done to her brother's already fragile mind. Any attempt to talk to him over the next couple of days was unsuccessful. He didn't respond or react to much. She feared how much lower he could go.
As for Cooper himself, he knew he was in deep shit.
He had let things go well past too far at dinner that night. He wanted to step in sooner but flat out lacked the courage to just stand firm in the middle and insist they learn to get along. It felt like he failed them both by not getting involved until the last minute, and now he was caught between a rock and a hard place.
Cooper had seen it in Katie's eyes that she was serious about him having to choose, but how could he? How could he pick between his little sister and his girlfriend? Why did this have to be so complicated?
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Things came to a head about ten days after the slap and punch that pretty much ruined any chance of the three of them coexisting with each other. He and his sister were fine. He was sure to show his appreciation and she promised to keep it between them. He took pride in her standing up for him but he knew if he said the wrong thing and Katie found out it could further damage his relationship. It was already on thin ice before his sister came into the picture.
As for Kate, she seemed to find a new way to get under Cooper's skin by openly flirting with guys in nearby departments, treating the job like an episode of The Bachelorette while he just hung his head low as he walked past her in and out of the building. She had been on this new path for days with no sign of slowing down. He even heard another temp say on her way out of the lavatory that she had been on a date with a new property developer after eating lunch with him two days in a row.
That Friday, the two ended up taking the same elevator down to the parking garage after work. Realizing they were alone together he wracked his brain trying to come up with something to say to her, while she just casually scrolled through her phone pretending to be oblivious to the other person in the elevator with her.
The truth was, she had been just as eager to talk to him.
She did miss him and grew tired of the rumors spreading around about her. It was true that she was flirting with some of the other guys, but it had all been for show. She wanted to make him mad, but it wasn't working as intended. She let out a long sigh, "You don't have to look like death, you know. You've been moping around the office for like a week now. People are starting to talk. The few people that know we're dating think I broke your heart or something. Why haven't you set them straight?"
"Figured you would. They're mainly talking about you."
"What is that supposed to mean? You have something you wanna say to me, Cooper?" Katie said, raising her voice as the elevator approached the bottom floor. Cooper flinched when she turned her head to look at him. In his mind, he was preparing himself for what may come next.
The night in front of Ferah had not been the first time.
It all started not long after their second anniversary. The two had been debating something and Katie had been in a funk throughout the day. Simply not in the mood for being told she was mistaking one thing for another, she punched him on the shoulder as hard as she could to get him to stop talking. Cooper just sat stunned but didn't say anything about it. He wasn't exactly frail (at least not physically) so she thought nothing of it.
It became a pattern every time the two would argue something for more than a few minutes. He seemed immune to her verbal digs at this point so there was no harm in adding another tool to her arsenal to keep her boyfriend in check. Normally nothing more than a punch to the shoulder and the occasional smack would keep Cooper from getting carried away, and over time he slowly stopped disagreeing with her as much so her plan to 'toughen him up' was working.
Until Ferah, that is.
It annoyed her to no end to see how much better he and his sister appeared to be getting along when she wasn't around. It was why Katie wanted her gone. Cooper was perfect, and she felt she could tell a homewrecker when she saw one.
"I didn't say anything. I'm sorry about what happened that night. I let things get carried away. I should have done something sooner," Cooper said to her, the words almost tasting like poison coming off of his tongue. Deep inside, he knew things were not ideal with her but he was never able to just say what he thought about all that was going on. He feared there would never come a day when he would ever be able to fully express himself. He didn't want to be controlled. He didn't want to be manipulated.
Cooper just wanted to be happy. Katie knew how to do that.
Katie let out another long sigh, "Come here, Cooper." She bent him down to her level and kissed him as passionately as she could. He felt her tongue invade his mouth, looking for his. Once she found it, she rubbed along the top of it with the tip of her tongue until he moaned in her mouth. She smiled, as always, and let him go just as the elevator reached the garage. "See that's all we needed, Cooper. I love you and you love me. Nobody else matters." she said, taking his hand and leading him out of the elevator and towards the cars.
Katie led him fast towards the nearest car she could find that was open. Settling on her friends' station wagon, she unlocked the door and threw Cooper down along the back seats. He just looked up at her as she inched her way closer to him until their faces were just barely apart. She grabbed the bottom of his chin and brought his head to her eye level. "You're mine, Cooper. I need you so much, baby. I don't wanna fight anymore. It's time we made up, don't you think?" Katie said as she reclaimed her boyfriend's mouth.
She started to take off her top, and Cooper became somewhat concerned things would get carried away if he didn't do something. "W..wait, Katie. We can't. Not here." he said, trying to word it so she didn't get mad. She just looked down at him with her shirt half-unbuttoned, panting heavily as she was beyond in the mood for some good old-fashioned makeup sex.
"I don't care. We're doing this here because I want you. Right now. Got any problems with that?" Katie said in her stern voice that Cooper knew meant trouble if he didn't fall in line.
"N..no," Cooper said, once again being overruled. He was used to it by now, but it just never felt good when it happened. She smiled down at him and brought herself in for another kiss. "See, you like this. I know you do. Don't fight me, Cooper. I've been thinking about this all day. Seeing you walk back and forth in that sexy pink shirt you put on today. I know you wore that just for me. It made me so wet under the desk. Nobody else has your style, baby. You wanted to get fucked here. I know what you want." she said, kissing him while she unbuttoned his shirt. He gave up. He always did.
Once his shirt was off, she went for his pants next. She unzipped his jeans and pulled out her boyfriend's half-hard dick and started jerking him off. Her generous C-cup breasts were just swinging in front of his face. She noticed him staring and stopped so she could take off the bra hiding her puppies from him.
"Jesus Cooper, the strap is in the front. You could've taken it off yourself, ya know. I swear, sometimes it's like I have to do everything." Once her tits were out and about she brought his head up to her chest and pushed one of her nipples in his mouth. Cooper opened his mouth and started sucking on it.
"Oh, fuck yes, Cooper. There you go. They've been waiting all week for you." Katie said, loving the gentle yet firm way he suckled on her. It reminded her of a child. The idea of breastfeeding his baby made her pussy nearly convulse by itself. She knew she wouldn't last long and reached down between her legs, tugging her panties to the side underneath her extremely short skirt.
She lined her boyfriend's thick member at her entrance and pushed herself down in full force. Her pussy seemed to convulse the second he was inside her. It felt warm, tight, and pulled on his dick every time she moved.
The back door remained open as she rode him in the back of the car. She turned his face away from her and bit the side of his neck. Probably much harder than she intended, but he was a guy so he'd be fine. She bounced up and down on his dick, swearing through closed eyes at how amazing their bodies always felt together.
The only sound coming from that side of the parking garage was the rhythmic slapping of their hips as they collided with each other. Before long, he could feel her reaching her climax on top of him. She sat upright and forcefully squeezed her breasts together.
"Fuck yes, baby. Keep going. Right there. I'm right there. You are so fucking perfect, I swear. I don't wanna fight anymore. It's stupid, anyway. You're already mine. This relentless hog is mine. Your eyes are mine. Everything is mine. Now make my womb yours, Cooper. Fill me up with everything you've been holding in these past few days. Yes. FUCK YESSS!!!" she screamed as her orgasm hit her at full throttle. She hadn't cum this hard since they started fighting.
"If it's a boy, I want Theo. Lyn sounds good for a little girl." she thought to herself as she rode out the last wave of her peak. Kate collapsed on top of him, kissing his neck in the area that was now beginning to bleed from her little love mark. Her boyfriend lay completely still under her, his dick still wedged inside her convulsing pussy. It was leaving a small wet spot on the ground beneath her as Cooper's eyes lay heavy and still, the will to cry reaching its lowest in some time.
Didn't even feel worth it.
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Cooper arrived home about an hour later than he normally did. Katie had insisted on making up for the lost time in the parking lot and used him to get off one more time for good measure before she would agree to leave. At least three different coworkers of his had either seen or heard the car shaking and put two and two together in their heads. Guess they were still a thing after all.
His mind, upon him walking in hadn't had anything to do with his girlfriend, though. Instead, he keyed in on what was going on on the couch.
Ferah was fast asleep, wearing nothing but a small pair of cute basketball shorts she bought a few days prior, paired with a white tank top that was so paper-thin he could swear it was see-through. From the angle she was laying at, he couldn't tell if she was wearing any panties or not. "One day, I need to talk to her about this. She can't just leave that thing out like this!" he said to himself as he cautiously sat down next to her, tapping her on her exposed thigh.
His sister stretched forward and let out a loud yawn before smiling upon realizing who woke her up. "Hey there, bro." she started before taking note of his face. "Cooper, are you okay?"
His eyes were bloodshot. He had a rather large patch on his neck that was being covered with about four different band-aids. To make matters worse, he just seemed...almost dead to her. Like a walking corpse. Fear couldn't even describe the feeling she had in her gut for him.
Cooper put his hands up and smiled at her, "It's nothing, sis. I'm perfectly fine, honest." Ferah wasn't having it.
"Someone that has to say it that much isn't fine, Cooper. If anyone knows what that's like, you're looking at her," she said. He looked into her eyes and saw the genuine concern in them. She wasn't just worried about him. She was afraid for him. That wasn't why she came all this way.
