The Broken by Ker Dukey

been
checking into us and curious as to why Danny never mentioned a
sister. There’s a rap on the door, drawing me from muddled mind. I
realise I’m fully dressed, and just standing in the room. I open
the door to see a worried Sammy.
    “Everything
okay, Twink? You’ve been in here a while.”
    I shuffle out
of the room not looking either of them in the eye.
    “So, thanks for
the deep freeze, but I need to get back.”
    I fake a smile
and head towards the door. “You’re welcome here anytime, River, and
I’m sorry if I overstepped. In future, I will simply ask you
anything I wish to know about you.”
    Sammy shifts
and pushes me from the room.

 
     
     

     
    W hat a fucking creep that guy was. He was eyeing River
with me standing right there. Pretending like he doesn’t know I’m
more than just her neighbour. You are just her neighbour, my
mind mocks me. I have to break into a light jog to keep up with
River.
    “Where’s the
fire?”
    Her small frame
turns to me a with a weak-ass smile on her lips. I’m pissed that
she’s so upset Danny held something from her. She’s been letting me
inside her body and now she’s pissed over her fucking boyfriend
keeping shit from her. I fucking hate that she feels things for
him, when it should be me. It should have been me.
    “Nowhere, I
just wanted to get out of there.”
    I shake my head
and jump in front of her retreating form. “What’s wrong Twink?
Upset that lover boy didn’t share that he had a sister? Maybe
you’re not as loved up as you think?”
    Her face pales
and she scowls at me and pushes my chest. “You have no idea what I
think, and don’t call him my lover, Sammy.”
    I laugh. “I’m
sorry, I guess you’re right. He’s not lover boy, is he? I guess
that’s my title. Or am I just the neighbour?”
    She narrows her
eyes. “Why are you being an ass? You know you’re more than just a
neighbour. You’re a friend.”
    I step into her
space so we’re nose to nose. “A friend?” I ask, my voice
hoarse.
    “Yeah, a
friend.”
    I watch her
chest rise and fall as her breathing picks up. Her eyes are half
hooded. I reach for her, lifting her from the ground. Her legs
instinctively wind around my waist and I back her up against the
tree we hid behind earlier. I reach under her dress, gripping her
damp panties and giving them a hard tug; they come away in my hand.
She gasps and grips her thighs tighter. I stuff her panties in my
pocket and tug the buttons open on my jeans.
    “Just a
friendly neighbour, Twink?” I breathe into her ear, before sucking
her lobe into my mouth and biting down.
    “A close
friendly neighbour,” she moans.
    I pull back to
watch her as I line my dick up to her slick, wet pussy and ram
forward, impaling her onto me.
    “Yeah, we are
pretty fucking close,” I growl as her tight pussy sheathes me. I
retreat, and then plough forward again, her back slamming against
the tree.
    She moans in
pleasure. “A good, close, friendly neighbour.”
    I continue
filling her over and over again.
    “A great,
close, friendly neighbour,” she calls out, and I take my thumb to
her clit and add pressure there. My mouth devours the flesh on her
neck.
    “Oh, God, the
best fucking friendly neighbour!” she cries, as her pussy floods,
coating my dick in her come.
    It was a hard,
fast fuck, but I think I made my point that we’re a lot more than
just neighbours. She fucking owns me. She’s always owned me.

 
     
     

     
    I say goodnight to Sammy as we pull up at our houses,
and rush from the car straight to my house. I hear Sammy calling
me, but I don’t answer. I lock the front door behind me. Blaydon is
asleep on the couch; Maria curled up next to him. I run to my room
and grab my phone from the bedside table. Danny has been trying to
call. My stomach drops with nerves as I hit redial to call him
back.
    “River, where
have you been? I’ve been calling you for hours!”
    “I’m sorry, I
got caught up in dancing and I didn’t hear my