I sat on the hot cement picking at my feet. Tearing the dead flakes of skin off. I watched my brothers girlfriend sun batheing in the sun. My wet hair weighed down my head, even though it was short. Keely looked up at me smiling. I raised my hand giving off a weak wave. "Where's Taylor?" she asked.

I shrugged, "Not for sure."

"Oh." She laid back down on her beach towel. I looked up at our sliding doors spying on Taylor and Zac arguing with one another.

"I think I found him." I pointed out. She proped up on her elbows.

"Taylor!" Her small voice tried to hollar. He looked out the window holding out his index finger. "Ug! I don't feel like waiting any long! Will you help me put my sun screen on."

"Sure." Now, Keely was pretty cute. Her bronze hair shining in the sun, her green eye's glowing like cats eyes. She had a blemish or two, but who cares. Everyone gets em. Getting up burning my toes I rushed to her. Taking her lotion from her slender fingers. She flopped down on her stomach. I squeezed a small amount in my palm. Rubbing my hands together, I gently rubbed the lotion on her back, gettin another glob placing is on the back of her pear shaped legs, rubbing softly on her inner thigh. Knowing well that Taylor could look out any minute. Keely let a small gasp escape her mouth. Eding closer to her moist opening.

"Isaac, what are you doing?" She questioned hungerly.

Leaning close to her ear, "I'm putting the lotion on you." Her swim suit was completly dry, except for where her sopping hole produced her honey. My shakey fingers trailed down her back, along her butt. I pushed her bottoms aside slipping my finger in her, taking juices from her and spearding it around her throbbing clit. Her hips thrust into the ground. I looked up noticing Taylor wasn't in the kitchen anymore.

"Taylor's gone." I whispered. She turned her head around towards me.

"Touch me more," She begged. She flipped on her back spreading her legs. Letting me push her bottoms aside again, lowering my face down to her mound. Sucking on her lips. I spread her lips with my tounge flicking her inlarged clit. Her pelivis thrusting into my face. "Isaac." She moaned. "I want you in me." She cried.

"Soon." I cooed. Kissing her clit one last time. I smiled at her.

"Please.... Now.. Baby..." Her voice was full of lust. She ripped her bottoms off spreading her legs as far as they would go. Her honey sipping from her hole. I started to rub at the bludge in my trunks. Her fingers seeped down to her clit, rubbing hard. Once in a while dipping her fingers in her.

I shoved my trunks off, removing her hand from her. I grabbed her legs thrusting them on my shoulders, roughly entering her. I didn't move once in her. Her nails dug into my arms. Her PC muscles squeezing hard on my hard cock. "AAAAA" I cried. Giving her hard thrust.

"Fuck, Isaac!!!" She screamed. "Yes, baby!! HARDER HARDER!!!!" Her cries filled my ears. Our hips banged against one another, as I granted command. My balls were tighting, as I felt the pulsing at the tip of my dick. Her oragasim came before mine, her insides going balistic, squeezing on my cock making my hot creamy sex spill into her in for long streams. I gave her little thrust, as I let the rest of my load fill her. I slipped out of her, pulling my trunks up, she found her bottoms sliding them on. She smiled at me, I looked down at her feeling sorry for I had to do next. I looked up to the kitchen, seeing Taylor standing looking angry. Fire glazed in his eyes, they were darted on Keely.

"Whats wrong?" I didn't have the heart to tell her, I only pointed to Taylor. She looked back seeing him, I saw the fear rise up in her.

His only words to her were, "You're caught up." She looked at me with sorrow and anger. Then back at Taylor. She let the tears roll down her cheek. I walked away from her, to meet my brother now on the porch.

"Told you she's no good." I said patting his back.

"Yeah, I knew I should've believed you. Thanks for helping me out."

"Anytime." I said as we turned our backs to her walking in the house. Only looking back to watch her leave Taylor's life for good.

Panting

Gasping

pleading

wanting it all

but the fear of being caught makes you

want it more

he stands in a cornor

you lay with lust

He peeks

you speak of country matters

His blood at your side

Your mind on his blood

He comes out of nowhere

You look at him just as the deed is done

He speaks words

You only gasp

His blood simply looks at you with pitty

He speaks to like you belong in a nunary

His blood comes out and says, "you're caught up"

guilt fills you

he simply runs away with a conscience of being blind

you leave with only a mind of 'he'll get over it' ordeal

you find a new victim

and to add on to it his blood...... ----> © Seasons Change