Ripped Raw Stepbrother: Taboo Twins 2 by Breeze Carrie

Author:Breeze, Carrie [Breeze, Carrie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-10-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

“Where are we?” my eyes blinking rapid fire in the harsh sunlight. The desolate stretch of interstate, the far reaching wheat fields, the sparse farmyards - all fluttering into my perceptions like a movie reel starting up. Is this a movie I’m trapped in? I hope so. Looking around, I’m slumped in the passenger seat of Justin’s pickup truck. He’s driving and notices I’ve woken.

“Man, were you zonked out, sis. Crank down your window if you’re ho,.” he says, grinning. “Sorry about the tough guy scene back in Minneapolis. I always have to put on an act to placate mom. Have to admit, though, it was fun.”

“That was just an act? For awhile I was beginning to wonder if I was the latest in a long line of your kidnap victims?” Looking behind me at the flat bed floor behind the seats, it’s covered with straw, smells a bit gamy and there’s some suspicious looking things lying around; rope, tire iron, blocks of wood, tool chest. “You’re my brother, I hope you’re not really a vicious beast.”

“You’re adorable, Claire,” stretching his head over and pecking my cheek. “I’m a rancher. That stuff back there is normal stuff every cowboy carries around to do his work.”

“Where are we?” letting out a relaxing sigh.

“We’re somewhere around Fargo. Just crossed into North Dakota,” his voice like gravel in the dry air. He’s chewing tobacco and spitting out his open window.

“Where we going? Are you still playing the game?”

“You’ll find out soon enough…. Take off your clothes.”

“What… Now you’ve got me confused…” He glares at me dead serious. “And if I refuse?” My heart started pounding faster.

“Well, as someone once said in a movie, we won’t take no for an answer.”

“Are you insane? We? What do you mean, we?”

“Yeah, my friend and me,” reaching down under his seat he pulls out the biggest gun I’d ever seen in person in my life. All of the sudden things are way too serious and little buzzing flies start stirring inside my tummy and in my head and making my hair stand on end. He’s holding a long-nosed revolver. Its barrel gleams darkly in the dusty air.

“Sis, say hello to my good friend Mr. 44 Magnum. He likes to give bitchy girls like you a big kick. Like me, he don’t take no for an answer. Now, start gettin’ naked, stabbing its cold hard barrel into my left temple.

“Okay, okay. Just put that thing away, please,” my fingers tremble as I fumble with my fly and unzip my jeans. I’m sweating big time.

He holds the wheel at twelve o’clock with his left hand and holds his friend glued to me with the other while maintaining eighty down the interstate. Who knows when a sudden bump might upset his trigger finger? I imagine my brains splattered against the passenger window and get started pulling off my jeans. I toss them back onto the straw, pull off my tank top and do the same with it. Despite my fear of what Justin might do, I actually feel a tingle of excitement in my loins.

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