Chapter 14
Mikey wanted another dose of Faith a few days later. He called me, told me he was going to be alone for a few hours, and had money, so I made another drive over with Faith.
This time I let him fuck her before asking for the money. That was, generally, a policy I do not recommend, but it worked out for the best this time.
He had her ride on top of him this time, cowgirl style, letting her do most of the work while he took in the view. I, meanwhile, got a view of her little ass bumping up and down.
He lasted longer this time, maybe five minutes, and swore up a storm in his moans and grunts, which was funny compared to the last time when he seemed deadly serious and focused. After he came, I told Faith to get off and clean him up, which meant licking off the combination of cum and her own juices that were left on his cock.
"Okay," I said, after she was done. "I guess you owe me $100."
Mikey put on a guilty look. "Listen, I was only able to get $45."
"What? You told me you had it all." I was not impressed.
"I thought I'd have more, but it just didn't work out. Besides, $100 is way too much."
Now I was outright angry. "Too much? First you try to cheat me, and then you insult Faith. That's not cool man."
He put up his hands defensively. "That's not what I meant, it's just... she enjoyed it. I know she wanted it." He looked at her. "Didn't you Faith? You wanted it, right?" he pleaded with her. Fuck, he was practically begging for her to agree.
I didn't let her answer. "It doesn't matter if she wanted it or not. Come here, Faith." She hopped off the couch and to my side. I put my hand to her cunt, trying to ignore that Mikey's cum was inside. "This pussy belongs to me. It does what I say. I was doing you a favor by offering to share it. Fuck, I even threw in a blowjob for free, because you're family. You try to screw me, and you'll never be screwing this, again." I dipped a finger in.
I felt Faith squeeze around my finger reassuringly. Then she said, "He's right, Mikey. I wouldn't do you if Mark told me not to. I don't think I'd do you at all if he didn't tell me to. Pay up." Good girl.
"I didn't say I wouldn't pay," Mikey backpedalled. "I just can't pay right now. Give me a week or two. Mom won't give me any more money until my next allowance."
"You have till tomorrow," I said. I was pissed at him. "And never again are you getting credit. You want me to tell Faith to fuck you, you pay up front."
"I need a little more than that. Give me a till the weekend, I can't do it in a day!"
"Tough. Sell something. You've got enough nice shit, somebody will pay you for some of it. And until you pay, I'm taking your laptop as... what do they call it... collateral. Go get it. Faith, get dressed."
"Come on, man," Mikey said. "Not my laptop. I use that all the time. I'll get the money for you by tomorrow. You don't have to be such a prick about it."
He was in very real danger of severely ruining our friendly familial relationship for all time. I might have banned Faith from fucking him at all, just for the insult. However, he got extremely lucky. We all looked above us at the same time at an unexpected sound. Above us we could hear the rhythmic thumping of somebody running upstairs. The door opened, and Mikey's sister Lara came bounding down the stairs.
We'd only had a few seconds warning, so although Faith was able to get panties on, and Mikey had one leg in his pants, there was no mistaking that we were pretty well naked. "What the fuck is going on?" she asked.
"I thought you were out!" Mikey said with an accusatory tone. "You left with Todd!"
"No, Erin cancelled. I just took a nap. Then I saw Mark's car in the driveway."
"We were just..." Mikey started. I don't know what line he was going to use. It probably would have been dumb.
Lara interrupted him. "I know what you were doing. I heard it all through the vent."
"What vent?" Mikey asked.
"The one in my closet. If you bend down and everything else's quiet, you can hear almost everything going on in the basement. I thought you guys would be jacking off to porn again." She looked to me. "Is it true?"
"That we were jacking off to porn?"
"No. That you're pimping out your sister."
"No," I said. It was my turn to be defensive. "It's not like that."
"We weren't doing anything," Mikey said.
"Right. I heard you guys fucking." She mimicked his voice, and his words. "`Oh, Faith, this is amazing, you're so fucking tight.' I don't care if you fuck her, I know you've wanted that for years. Is the other stuff true?"
I didn't know what to say. Faith answered for me. "Mark's my master. I do what he says."
"Does he have something on you? Like blackmail?"
"We made a bet. I lost."
She didn't need to explain any more than that. Lara, too, know how our bets worked, and didn't seem surprised that it had gotten to this level. She looked back to me, deadly serious. "So how much if I wanted her to eat me out
Hey everyone!
If you've made it this far — thank you. Whether you're here for the drama, the spice, the heartbreak, or the pure chaotic energy… you're the reason I keep pushing these wild stories out.
But real talk — writing, editing, and staying consistent takes time, energy, and resources. If you enjoy what I create and want to support my work, I've got two places where you can directly help fuel the madness:
💥 Patreon – patreon.com/Forbidden_lust
Join the inner circle. Get early access to chapters, exclusive NSFW content, behind-the-scenes previews, and even sneak peeks into what madness is coming next. Every tier unlocks more chaos — and more pleasure. 😈
☕ Ko-fi – ko-fi.com/forbidden_lust
Want to drop a one-time thank you? Buy me a coffee, or five — no strings attached. It's a great way to show support without monthly commitment, and every little bit helps me move one step closer to my goal: upgrading my setup with a proper laptop so I can write faster and better.
Whether you're here to support, stalk, scream at plot twists, or just enjoy the ride — I appreciate you. Deeply.
Let's keep the chaos coming. Let's make things spicier, darker, and more unforgettable.
— Forbidden_Lust 🖤
(Your favorite chaos-fueled storyteller)