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 Quickie - For Sale - by Redbud

   (I renamed the story...  was named "Money".  As always, forgive my
mistakes.  Subject to brief revisions.  Check for any changes on my
author's page, if curious.)

   Janine stepped pointedly out of the kitchen.  To hell with all of them,
she fumed.

   She flopped herself down in the livingroom, next to her stepbrother,
Pos, but not too close.  She pushed a pillow out of her way.  He was
watching ESPN, just like always.  He didn't even notice her.  His arms were
crossed, his legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles,
and he didn't so much as glance at her.

   "What's the matter, Jani, nobody throwin' you a bone?"

   "Fuck you, Pos," she answered flatly and glared at the TV.

   "Maybe if you wagged your tail more."

   "You know..." she glared at Pos again.  "Like you do anything at all. 
You just sit and watch TV...  whenever.  Like I actually want to go out and
talk to `human beings'.  "

   "And that makes me..."

   "Less than," she answered.

   "So...  why don't you go out and find your own kind."

   "I'm out of money."

   "Spend it accessorizing at the check out?"

   "Fuck you." Janine crossed her arms, glaring at ESPN.

   Voices drifted through the hallway from the kitchen and sometimes
laughter.  "God damn, this is boring, Pos," Janine finally blurted.

   "What can I do to save you from this purgatory?"

   "This what?"

   "How can I get you out of here."

   "Give me some money," she blurted.  "I'll pay you back."

   Pos laughed.  "You and what piggy bank?  Get a job, Janine.  Have you
ever worked for anything in your life?"

   "30 bucks," Janine leaned toward him.  "I swear to God, I'll pay you
back tomorrow."

   "30 bucks?" Pos laughed.  "Get a job."

   "What job?  Where?" Janine shot back.  "In this fucking excuse for a
town?"

   "Golly Jani," Pos answered sarcastically, glancing at the slim girl.  "I
guess you'll just have to fall back on something besides brains."

   "Pervert," she glared.  "You know...  you think I haven't noticed you
lookin' at me."

   "Yeah Jani," Pos returned, "you think there's `any' man hasn't `noticed'
the way you wag your butt around here.  I'm not giving you a nickel."

   Janine glared at her feet, glanced at the couch, then uttered an
expletive.  She stood, brushed crumbs from Potato Chips off her tight white
jeans and bent over.  Pos noticed.  She was brushing crumbs from her shins.
She stopped, saw Pos eyeing her.  She didn't stand.  She stayed the way she
was, bent over.  Their eyes locked.  They said nothing for a moment.  Blood
rushing to both their faces.

   "I'll give you 30 bucks."

   Janine stood, her back and ass still toward him.  She swivelled on her
hips.  "Fuck.  You."

   "I'll give you 60 bucks."

   Janine said nothing, her breath deepening and uneven at the same moment,
nervous.

   "It's a job," Pos said, meeting her glare.

   She still said nothing.  The sound of laughter from the kitchen made her
glance nervously toward the hallway.  "80 bucks," she finally said, half
choking on the words.

   "120," Pos shot back, openly gazing at her hips and breasts.  "Twice. 
You're good for it."

   Janine turned, facing him, her hands nervously fluttering at her hips.
"You think?

   "You're stalling," Pos was already feeling his crotch.

   "OK..." she answered, almost a whisper.  "When?"

   Pos laughed again.  "When?  Right now!  You gotta' work for it!  I'm not
a fucking credit card."

   "Now?" Janine rolled her eyes, glancing toward the hallway.  "Where?"

   Pos stood and approached the young woman.  Janine stood her ground,
nervously shifting her weight from one high heel to the other.  She gasped
when his large hand cupped her sex.  Her hips followed her hand as he
gently moved back and forth between her thighs.  He tried to kiss her but
she turned her lips away.  He hesitated, then licked her cheek.  "I've been
wantin' to do this for such a long time." He peered at the hallway then
turned his gaze to her breasts and the nipples, already poking behind her
black blouse.  "In your room," he growled.

   "What if they're lookin' for me?"

   "What the fuck?" he answered.  "Tell them to leave you alone; you're on
my cock."

   "Lock the door," she shot back.

   "Get in the room," he growled at the girl.

   She went.  He followed, staring at her hips and ass.  He closed the door
behind them, locked it.  Janine's stomach fluttered.  There was only one
reason to lock a door with a man in the room.  She could still change her
mind.

   "Get on your knees," he said.

   "Show me the money," she answered, her voice quavering with a mix of
fear and something else.

   Pos dug into his wallet and tossed the money on her mattress.  He looked
around the room.  A teddy bear was on her pillow and some of her favorite
stuffed animals were collected on the shelf above her bed.  Posters filled
the wall and her computer was humming on a small pink desk.  A mirror was
on the door out of the bedroom with pictures of herself, her friends and
boyfriends.  They were interspersed with paper flowers and comments from
her friends.  "You know," Pos began unbuckling his belt, "you're too old
for all this shit."

   "What do you know about me?"

   "Get on your knees."

   Janine hesitated, inhaled, started to speak, then glanced at the money.
He had paid for her.  Something in her body reacted to the thought - to
being bought.  She was wet.  She glared at him but slowly fell to her
knees.

   "Good girl," he released his cock.

   She didn't speak.  She felt lightheaded.

   Pos stepped forward.  Janine's lips parted.  "Good," he muttered.  He
traced the tip of his cock around her lips.  She wet them with her lips and
gazed up at him.  "I know exactly what I need to know about you," he pushed
his cock into her mouth.  "You don't have twelve year old lips anymore. 
You got the cock-sucking lips of a woman.  You got the hips and ass of a
woman." He breathed deeply as she sucked on his cock, her lips kissing and
opening around the head of his cock.  " I've wanted to see you like this
for such a long time.  This is right where you belong.  This is what your
mouth was made for."

   She glanced at the money again, then gazed up at him.

   "Lift up your shirt," he said.  "I want to see your tits when you're
sucking me."

   She lifted up her shirt and her young breasts were swollen with their
tits stiffly upward.  His cock was big, bigger than her boyfriend's, maybe
not longer but wider at the head.

   "That's it," he gasped.  "That's your proper place." He pushed her down,
by her shoulders, until his cock slipped out of her mouth and she was
sitting on her feet.  "God damn.  You almost blew me," he gasped.  "Now I'm
gonna' show you the only other position you need to know - what god and
nature made you for.  Turn around," he growled.  "Pull your jeans down."
His heart was racing.  He was masturbating his straining cock.

   "You talk to all your girlfriends like this?" she answered as she turned
around.

   "Fuck off," he answered.  "You're not my girlfriend.  I'm paying for
your ass.  I own it.  Pull your little size-zero skin-tights down.  Then
get on your hands and knees.  And don't turn around or look at me.  I'm
just interested in your ass - your ass and your pussy."

   Janine unbuckled her belt.  Her breathing was shallow and her nipples
ached.  She shimmied her hips left, then right as she pushed down her pants
down.

   "That's far enough," Pos breathed.

   Her jeans were just below her ass.  She lowered herself to the floor
onto her hands and knees.

   "Closer to the door," he said.  "Crawl, like a dog."

   She did.

   "That's the only other position you need to know," he said.  "You know
what's going to happen?"

   "Yeah..." she answered, her voice strained.

   "What?"

   "You're gonna'..."

   "Gonna' what?" he asked, kneeling behind her.

   "Fuck me," she breathed.

   "Why?"

   "Jesus Pos, just...'

   "Shut the fuck up," Pos snarled.  He traced a finger along her pussy. 
"I'm fuckin' payin' you 120 dollars so I don't have to masturbate tonight,
so I got something to cum in besides my hand.  Stick your ass up.  That's
it - like a woman that needs to be fucked, and answer my question.  Why am
I going to fuck you little step-sister?"

   "Don't...  don't call me that." She shuddered at the feeling of his
finger.

   "Answer the question..."

   "Cause you paid me," she answered.

   "How much is your tight little ass worth?" he asked.  She wanted to see
his cock again.  She wanted to look at him.  She felt his a hand on her
hip.

   "120 dollars," she answered, her voice quavering.  "Huhn!" She grunted
aloud.  He was big.  Bigger than she had expected inside her!  She hadn't
wanted to give him the satisfaction of hearing her whimper with his
penetration.  She felt the lips of her sex drawn in by the size of him,
just the head of him.  She whined, despite herself, when the flared head of
him finally sunk past her lips.  Jesus, he felt good.

   "Say it again!" he groaned.

   "120 bucks," she whined and exhaled with the fullness of his cock.

   Both his hands were on her hips now.  She felt him draw back, felt the
lips of her sex open up as if in anticipation, and then he thrust, sinking
the rest of the way into her narrow waist.  "Uhhnnn!" she groaned.  "God!"

   Then he was thrusting.  She wanted to open her legs, to somehow take the
size of him.  But she couldn't.  Her legs were kept tight by the pants
snugged around her thighs.  Fuck, he knew this would happen!  His knees
were on either side, outside of hers.  He was fucking her!  "Uh!  Uh!"

   Christ!  Someone was knocking at the door.  Pos wasn't stopping! 
"Yeah?" she answered, gutturally.

   "Jani?" It was her Dad.

   "What?" she asked.  O fuck, he was hitting her cervix!  He was watching
her in the door mirror, watching her face, her tits as they bounced under
her.

   "Are you OK?"

   "Yeah," she answered, the word almost knocked out of her.  "What? 
What...  what is it?"

   "Have you seen Pos?"

   "No!" The word came out as a grunt.

   The doorknob rattled.  Jani meant to stand up but Pos grabbed her hair
and yanked back, bending her slender back into a submissive arch, opening
her belly fully to his thrusts.  O fuck, she was going to cum!

   "Jani?" Her Dad again.  "Are you OK?"

   "Jesus Dad," she almost screamed.  "It's a woman thing, can you give me
some privacy?"

   "OK...  ok..."

   And then she came, pulsing on his cock.  Pos held her, feeling her cunt
alternately squeeze and release him, doing her woman thing to his
penetration.  Her fingers dug into the carpet.  She was staring blankly at
the ceiling as he held her head back, as she twitched.  Her vision dimmed.
O God!  She couldn't stop cumming.  Her breathing was ragged, hoarse.  And
then, at last, her spasms slowed.  He began thrusting again, hard and
faster this time.  "God, I've wanted this.  I've been dreaming of your ass
just like this, your beautiful little back all arched and copulative. 
You're too old for anything else."

   And then he came.  Her step-brother, the man who she almost despised,
was spurting his juices into her belly.  120 dollars.  O fuck, God, she was
cumming again!  The bastard.  Don't stop!  He felt so good.  She was
dripping down her thighs and into her panties - a fucked and soaked woman.
It felt so good.  Why didn't he stop squirting.  Jesus, she was
overflowing. And then, finally, he was done juicing her pussy.  He let go
of her hair and she fell forward, her ass in the air, her thighs still
tightly closed by her soaked panties and pants.  She felt Pos's cock slowly
slip out of her.  He fell backward, sitting against the bottom of the bed.
"Fuck..." he breathed.

   She turned, pulling up her panties.  She felt her pussy through them, as
if making sure it was still there.  She was catching her breath.

   "Why are you crying?" Pos asked, catching his own breath.

   Janine leaned forward and slapped him.  He didn't stop her.  She slapped
him again.  He felt his jaw than reached behind him.  "Here's a teddy
bear."

   Janine caught the bear.

   She put it down and leaned forward, over it, and kissed him, hard.  He
kissed her in return.  He put his hand at the back of her neck and didn't
let her go until both of them were breathless.

   "I've never..." Janine gasped.  "I've never cum before, having sex."

   Pos put his thumb against her bottom lip, then gently palmed her cheek.
"I shouldn't have done that."

   Janine laughed - a quick and short laugh.  "No," she moved forward,
pushing her jeans off.  She opened her legs, her knees to either side of
his legs, and kneed forward until her soaked panties were over his
hardening cock.  She pushed her panties to one side and opened her
glistening sex with two fingers.  "Again," she whispered.  "Put it in me."

   He reached for her tit.  She slapped him.

   "Pay m !" she hissed.

   "Bitch!" he felt his cheek.

   "Please," she leaned forward and licked his hand and cheek.  "Please,
pay me.  Please.  I'm for sale..."

   Pos understood.  Finally.  He understood.

   He licked her neck in return.  "I own you," he growled.

   "Only you," she answered, tweaking her nipples as she swivelled her
opening above his rigid cock.  "Just you, Pos."

   Pos dug awkwardly into his back pocket and opened his wallet.  He
stuffed three twenties into her panties.  "Don't you have to go out?" he
asked.
   "Huhn!" she impaled herself on his cock.