Gang Up: A Bikerland Novel (17 page)

“Do it,” he grunted. “Fuck, Abigail. I want you. I love you.”

I want you. I love you.

These words reverberated hard against her head, pushing away all other thoughts. Her body acted on impulse, adjusting her angle and sliding her pussy down so that slowly, surely she was impaled by her stepbrother's cock.

Finally, he entered her again. Abigail, her lust beyond all comprehension or control, came immediately. Her body couldn’t handle the sudden, new, forbidden entrance—the entrance she thought she might never have again. Pleasure riveted her body to his, their joining complete, her cunt squeezing hard as she gyrated her hips up and down. Milking him. Needing him to fill her as soon as possible.

Her mouth came down on top of his and she moaned into his neck, kissing and loving. The throes of orgasm still upon her, and another feeling like it was on the way. His cock pressed so hard against her g-spot; so perfect and true in her tight canal.

Strong hands wrapped around her hair and took her solidly into his grip, whipping her head this way and that. Owning her. They slid in the mud in the ground, neither of them caring how dirty it was. It was all so very dirty, so taboo. Fucking his sister. Riding her brother’s massive cock in the dirt.

The orgasm he gave her loosened her tongue completely. All the filth she could imagine began to spill out from her mouth.

“Put a baby in me, Case, please?” At that, he gripped her even tighter, shoving her down on his cock.

“Oh fuck, please? Then I can be your wife, please? They couldn’t keep us apart then. They couldn’t. They
couldn’t
. It would be so right, so fucking right, I want your babies, oh god...I want twins, triplets, I don’t care, I just
need
your fucking seed inside me, please?”

“Fuck yeah,” Case nodded, thrusting upward wildly. Abandoned in the moment. “My seed in your tight little cunt. Full of my babies. Pregnant just for me. That’s what you want?”

They shifted on the mud, the ground, wrestling this way and that. Abigail would be on top, then pushed down underneath his mass, and then pushed on top again, breathing hard. His hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to restrict her breath.

“Yes,
yes!
Please!” she moaned. “More than anything. I need it. I need it
so
, so bad, please. Do it. Fuck me full of your cum. Fuck me full of it.”

She continued to milk his cock with her glistening tight cunt. Grabbing and pulling expertly, made for his shaft, his length, no extra room or wasted space. All just for him. The look in his eyes told her he would be hitting his climax soon. There was no mistaking that look. Her own felt dangerously close.

Cum with him. Cum with your love.

It would be so perfect, she knew. It would be so, so—

With a series of shuddering, lust-heavy grunts, Case exploded upward inside of her. His hot load sprayed her inside, filling her up from the bottom. As he did, Abigail's own orgasm shook her and she bit her brother's thick, manly shoulder to keep from crying out in pure ecstasy. Their bodies pulsed for several moments, Case emptying into her and Abigail filled by him.

When the waves of bliss left her, she collapsed on her man. Her brother. Her Case. She felt complete again—good again—since this entire fiasco had begun.

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T
here was a secret way back into the Compound. Most of the Family didn’t even know about it. As far as Robin knew, Titus had only ever told it to Sandra, Case, and Abigail—and Abigail had of course told Robin about it. Once upon a time, they didn’t have any secrets from each other.

The path was not especially favorable. It was located in the sewers that led out of Temple, dug to exit from the town more than a mile away into a stream in the hills that led to a river much, much farther away down south. To get back inside of the Compound using the sewer,  one had to walk above the sewage itself—and even through some.

Robin went at night. There was no guaranteeing that Troy’s men would not be on the walls. If they saw her, she suspected that Troy had given them orders all to shoot her on the spot. She had knowledge that could damn him, after all, and he knew that Case would believe what she had to say. And besides that, Case himself probably had ordered her dead. She had left the Family—and after their “permanent” indoctrination.

Through filth and yards and yards of grossness, she finally made it up through a tunnel and out inside the walls of the Compound again. She was on the wall opposite where the long garage had been hit and burned from Troy's sabotage. She looked at the wreckage and shook her head—more he would have to answer for.

Nobody knew the insides of the Compound better than Robin. She had grown up there. And so, it was an easy thing to traverse from one end to the other without being seen by the guard patrols. She had done it plenty of times as a child.

Soon, she was inside of Abigail’s small room in the reformatted hotel where so many of the Family lived. Her thought was to wash up—get the stink of sewer off her—and then find Abigail in the bunker, where she would doubtless be, and reveal Troy’s plan. Nobody wanted to believe someone who smelled like shit; this was a fact much, much older than Robin was or ever would be.

Abigail’s room was small, unadorned. A huge contrast to Robin’s own room. There was little else in it outside of the shower, the bed, and a lone chair against one wall.

Some minutes later, after a nice warm shower, Robin stepped out and saw Abigail was there—knife in hand. She looked sexy as hell in her tight leather pants, her cleavage-baring torn t-shirt.

“It’s a shame you came all this way just to take a shower and get stabbed,” she snapped. “They don’t have water in Brall’s camp?”

Robin's beautiful body was glistening wet. Despite her words, she could see Abigail’s eyes lusting after her form.

She would use her body. That’s what Abigail would do.

“You don’t want to hurt me, Abby.” Robin bit her lip. “You want to fuck me.”

Abigail laughed a bit at that. “I’m fucking Case now. Like I should be. Brother and sister joined just right. I don’t need a woman.”

That was surprising news. But, not unwelcome. That would make Case and Abigail very happy—which ultimately was one of the many things Robin wanted.

“It’s not the same, and you know it.” Robin stepped forward. “There are certain ways that a woman can please another woman that a man just can’t compete with.”

She let her towel drop to the floor. Abigail’s eyes grew wide. Nipples erect, belly tucked in, standing up on her tippy toes, Robin made herself as erotic a spectacle as possible.

“I know we’ve said some harsh things.” Robin’s hands slipped around Abigail’s knife. It came gently and then clattered to the floor. “But I forgive you. And I want you to forgive me. And then I want us to work together. Very, very closely.”

Abigail drew in to her friend slow, hands gingerly sliding around the naked, hot flesh she touched.

“I don’t...I don’t know if I should trust you. You could be working with Brall.”

Robin nodded. “I am. But I’m working with you, too. We can all work together. Can’t we? Wouldn’t that be nice?” She leaned in to Abigail’s ear. “I can be Brall’s special good fuckpet, and you can be your brother’s little cockwhore slut, and in the meantime, we can please each other stupid while they’re away. Or just if they want us to, if they want to jack off to watching us making out and eat each other’s pussies. Why
not,
Abby? Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

A low, deep, needy moan emanated from Abigail’s mouth. She nodded slowly—but then shook her head.

“No...Robin, I...I don't know that...”

“Please, Abby? I want it from you. I really do. You woke something up in me.” She kissed Abigail's neck gently, and then moved up, facing no resistance. “I want us to explore one another.”

Abigail moaned—and, giving in totally—nodded urgently now.

After that, it was purely academic. They kissed hot and heavy, finally expressing the true attraction they had held for another for so long. Robin stripped off Abigail's tight clothes—the leather pants, the ripped shirt—getting rid of all barriers to her hot young flesh.

In moments they were in the bed. Their legs intertwining, warm tongues sliding against one another. Every moment so pure and virgin. Even for all their shared experience in the last several days, neither of them had ever been with a woman before.

They arranged themselves in the bed, wrapping each other’s legs around the other’s head. Robin loved Abigail's legs, so long and smooth. She had always thought they were beautiful.

Slowly, they began to lick one another's pussies. It took them a little bit of time at first—searching gently with their tongues until finally landing on the right spot.

“Don't tell me I'm alone in this,” Robin giggled. “You haven't ever had a girl lick you, have you?”

Abigail shook her head. “You're the first.”

Her breath was heated against Robin's clit, and Robin took pleasure in knowing her own breath must have then felt good on Abigail's. She had always been so interested, so invested in Abigail licking her. Now it was happening. Easily, slowly, Robin began to lick Abigail just as Abigail licked her.

The first several minutes were just an easy, hot warming up process. They each knew each other so well—they knew how they would want to be licked instinctively. Robin moved in small circles, and Abigail moved up and down, steady and sure. For what seemed like ages, they build up the steady, needy levels of arousal until their thoughts were too full of lust to do anything but think of cumming. Their spare limbs thrashed on the bed, whipping out every so often as they cried aloud from the overwhelming pleasure.

Simultaneously, again reading each other's minds, they unloaded with all the ability of their mouths, darting their tongues in rapid fashion against each other's clits. Each and every bit of pressure served only to make the hot sensations even hotter, their sweaty, wet bodies seething with lust.

Robin did not know for sure if Abigail needed to cum—her intense moans and constant clutching against her ass cheeks certainly would indicate that she did—but she did know for certain that she herself did.

“So good,” Robin moaned, licking furiously. “Don't stop, baby. Please don't stop!”

“Don't
you
stop!” Abigail cried in return. “I'm gonna cum so hard...so hard!”

The harsh, hard fucking of a man was brilliant. Wonderful. But so too was the gentle administration of a beautiful woman. Robin's tongue lashing fiercely, owning the clit she pleasured so intimately. Their barrage of licks and kisses continued, both girls moaning and aching as they worked one another's tiny pearls. Robin was already floating in bliss—this was so good, so perfect. Never in her wildest, naughtiest dreams had she ever thought it might be so very good. Abigail was like the perfect lover, generous in giving and eager in receiving. Their hips thrust forward into one another's mouths, and thunder struck them—they came, and hard, together.

For several, several minutes, they dozed with one another, enjoying the soft feel of each other’s arms. Spooning beautifully, their sexy bodies a delight for the other. Fingers ran up and down nipples and still-juicing cunts. Tongues tasting at the skin of this forbidden desire, so newly explored.

But eventually, Robin had to break the pleasant silence of their mutual adoration.

“Troy killed Titus,” she said.

“I know.”

It was Robin's turn to be surprised. “You know?”

“Sandra figured it out and told Case. We’re just waiting now.”

“Did you know he blew up the grain tower, too? And the garage?”

“No,” said Abigail. “But it doesn't surprise me. He was always a bastard. Case will take care of him good.”

Robin nodded. “If he would work together with Brall...they could solve it easily. The combined numbers might even encourage Troy’s men to surrender.”

“I don’t know,” Abigail shook her head. “Case is too stubborn.”

“So is Brall.”

Robin thought about this for a moment. Sometimes, when two glaciers met, the best thing for it was a long, brilliant storm to blow them out of each other’s way. That, or some massive amount of sunlight, melting their stolid wills down until they were one.

“Are we?” Robin asked distantly.

“Are we what?”

Robin coughed. She hadn't realized she had actually spoken.

“Too stubborn. To solve what’s happened.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so. I think...” Robin shrugged. “I think I forgive you. Sure. Yeah. Why not?”

“Because men died because of what I did. Because I ensnared your man in a trap to fuck me.”

“Did you fuck him well?”

Abigail snorted. “Of course I did.”

“Then what do I care?”

“I just thought you would, is all.”

“Maybe I would have used to.” Robin snuggled harder into Abigail's arms. “But it’s all...different now. He’s not my property. If anything, I’m his. If he wants to fuck you, let him. Do you mind that I fucked Case?”

Abigail thought about that for a moment. “I think all I really care about is that I keep getting stuffed full of his cock whenever he wants me.”

“You see?” said Robin. “So, maybe we can use that somehow.”

“How?”

Robin smiled. She had a plan.

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B
y the next morning, the terms of the war were set. No more sneak attacks. No more slow consumption of this side or the other. They would meet in the open, outside of town, and have it out. Case's plan on paper, the one he discussed with Troy all night, was to wipe Brall out completely—and the bigger plan was to solve this whole conflict once and for all.

Troy leapt on the idea, of course. He loved the notion of a melee.

They were gathered outside the walls now. Rows and rows of thundering loud bikes, revving and roaring in their war cries. Men armed with every kind of weapon—hatchets, planks, spikes, knives, chains, shotguns, and spears. Both sides clamored for battle, the Family sporting more than the Cauldron by perhaps half again their number.