The Complete Quake Series Boxset - Jacob Chance Page 0,4

she moves into the spacious kitchen. When she grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and leaves the room, I scramble to type in the commands allowing me access to follow her movements throughout the house. I find her climbing the stairs and watch her ass temptingly sway while she walks down the long hallway to her bedroom. I press the necessary keys, bringing the video inside her room up on my screen and settle back in my leather office chair to watch.

Setting the drink down on the nightstand, she toes off her sneakers. When her hands move to the button on her pants I sit up, leaning forward in hopeful anticipation of where this might go. When her zipper lowers, I hear it in my head. She wiggles her hips while pushing her tight jeans down and my cock jumps in appreciation. She steps out of her pants and leaves them on the floor, her long, pale legs carrying her across the room.

Oh Jesus.

She’s wearing a thong. Her ass is so fucking perfect I want to slide my dick back and forth between her cheeks and then thrust it inside her hot, wet cunt. Fuck. I’ve got to know what it feels like to be inside her. To be squeezed by her pussy when she orgasms. To mark her with my come.

I push down the waistband of my sweatpants and boxers, freeing my hard-as-iron dick. When my fist closes around it I imagine Janny’s hand gripping me tightly. Starting off slowly, I take my time, moving up and down the length of my cock, but the sight of her delectable ass jiggling while she moves around her room is too much for me to take. I stroke harder and faster; my fingers squeeze my dick while I fantasize it’s the walls of her pussy clamping down on me. My harsh breaths echo through the quiet of my office before turning into her name when I come. I clean myself up with some tissues and lean my head back in the chair. Shame seeps in, but I push it back because watching her is the only thing keeping me going right now.

I agreed to meet my little sister, Kenna, at Quake, a popular bar in Boston. I can see every exhale of my breath in the crisp February night air as I walk toward the large, brick building that houses the bar. This isn’t a place I would normally come to, it’s not really my style. I’m more of a dirty and dark type, kind of like my sexual preferences.

I don’t want to get ahead of myself, we haven’t even met, but I can’t help wondering if Janny shares similar tastes with me. Does she like a firm hand? Does she want someone to take charge and make her feel more pleasure than she’s ever experienced? I long to see her on hands and knees, as she arches her back, purring contentedly. The thought of my hand connecting with her ass has my cock springing to life. The force from my slap would ripple over her skin like the aftershocks of an earthquake. Christ, I need to stop these thoughts before someone notices my hard on.

Walking into Quake, my eyes instinctively scan the room. It’s not just a habit, it’s more like muscle memory. I’m clocking every suspicious person and logging every exit, in case the need for a quick escape arises. During my search, I locate my sister. I’m proud of her, after all these years she’s finally listening to all my repeated instructions. Knowing I’d make her move if she didn’t, she’s chosen to sit at a table in the back corner, less than twenty feet from the rear door. If trouble jumps off, she can cover the distance in just under five seconds. The rest of the civilians will all stampede toward the front at the first sign of trouble. They’ll bottleneck at the door, making it impossible for any more than a baker’s dozen to get out unscathed.

I notice the brightness of Kenna’s smile as I approach the table. Her best friend Liz, who I happen to find annoying as fuck, is with her. I know by the end of the night she’ll be hanging on me, trying to start something that’s never going to happen - not in this lifetime anyway.

“Kenny,” I say, using the nickname I’ve been calling her since we were little kids, as I lean over and kiss her on her