Brutal stories available on Amazon.com.
The Sisterhood, Books 1-3
The Sisterhood of Caroline Springs (this includes conclusion of the series on this blog)
My Best Friend's Dad (rewritten)
The Blade That Freezes
At sundown, Anita summoned the twins to the living room. She had arranged three yoga mats in a triangle, the lamps dimmed to a stagey haze.
Kevin stood in the center, heart banging against his ribs. Despite his contractor's build—broad shoulders tapering to a still-firm waist—he looked diminished, vulnerable. His gray sweats hung low on his hips, the worn fabric outlining the unmistakable weight between his legs. The threadbare t-shirt clung to patches of sweat forming under his arms. He caught Becky whispering to Michelle, their eyes fixed on the front of his pants, Michelle covering her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Remember, aim for the big ones," Becky murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. "Dad's packing some serious equipment to damage." Kevin's face burned, but the familiar stirring below betrayed him, the outline in his sweats growing more pronounced with each passing second.
The twins stalked him, slow and deliberate. Becky circled left, Michelle right, eyes locked on his every twitch.
Anita stood at the edge, stopwatch in hand. "Go," she said.
Michelle's palm cracked against his temple with unexpected force. His vision blurred momentarily as he flinched backward, giving Becky the opening to drive her heel into his shin. Pain shot up his leg. He staggered, trying to regain balance, but Michelle was already behind him, arm snaking around his neck, her full weight dragging him down.
He felt Becky's knee slam into his buttock, then again, finding the sensitive nerve cluster at the base of his spine. His back arched involuntarily. He bucked, managing to toss Michelle off, but the momentary victory was short-lived. Both girls converged on him from opposite sides, fingers clawing at his arms, feet stomping on his insteps.
A sharp elbow caught him in the solar plexus. He doubled over, gasping. Michelle's knee connected with his kidney. Becky's fist found the tender spot between his shoulder blades.
He tried to resist, but Anita's voice echoed in his mind: Let them win.
His arms went slack. The twins, sensing weakness, doubled their efforts. Michelle leapt onto his back, thighs clamping around his ribs like a vise. Becky seized his right arm, wrenching it behind him at an impossible angle, the shoulder joint screaming in protest.
His knees buckled. The floor rose to meet him with a dull thud that rattled his teeth. Becky maintained her grip on his twisted arm while repositioning herself, knees digging into his shoulder blades.
"Break him," Anita whispered, the words meant only for Kevin.
Michelle's fingers wrapped around his jaw, forcing his mouth open until he tasted the salt of her palm. Simultaneously, Becky increased the torque on his arm. Something popped—not dislocated, but close. He whined, a sound more animal than human.
Becky released his arm only to grab his ankles. She scooted forward, sitting high on his chest, her weight making each breath a struggle. With surprising strength, she spread his legs wide, exposing the unmistakable outline in his sweats.
"Look at this," Becky said, disgust mingling with fascination in her voice.
Michelle's foot came down on his right testicle with calculated precision. Even through the fabric, the pain was explosive, radiating upward into his abdomen. Before he could recover, her heel found his left testicle, grinding down with deliberate pressure.
"Gross!" Michelle shouted, feeling the hardness beneath her foot. "He's getting off on this! He's huge and... oh my god, he's leaking through his pants!"
A dark spot had indeed formed at the apex of the tent in his sweats, growing larger with each second.
Michelle stomped each testicle again, harder this time, her face contorted in revulsion. "What kind of freak gets harder when you crush his balls?"
Finally, Becky slid off his chest, planting her bare foot directly over his sternum. She flexed her toes, deliberately dragging them upward until they brushed across his face, her smallest toe catching on his lower lip.
Michelle collapsed beside him, laughing breathlessly. Her feet landed inches from his nose, the scent of her skin overwhelming his senses. Becky shifted position, pressing her toes against his cheek, while Michelle's foot covered his mouth and nose.
A strange warmth spread through his groin as his lungs fought for air beneath their smothering feet. His hips bucked once, twice, then tensed as a wave of shameful release washed over him, the wet spot on his sweats expanding dramatically.
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