So, there were tons of different reactions to the last chapter because of the hairbrush thing. Haha, I don't blame anyone who was freaked out by it.

Also, I hope no one is expecting Jasper to be sweet and nice all the time. He's a had a terrible past, as has Bella, and that effects people in different ways. If Jasper seems hard and cruel at times, that's because he does have a dark streak that comes out at times, especially when he does things like strangle men with shoe laces. He's a very tortured and confused young man right now.

And I just wanted to say thank you to an AMAZING author, reviewer, and friend of mine, island-surfer. She has a great story y'all should check out. She helps me with ideas and such for not only this story but for others as well, like Sex Toy which is now completed.

Jasper Whitlock

My eyes were drawn to that hairbrush as if by some kind of magnetic pull. I made myself focus on the highway and the thinning traffic as we went further away from civilization. The black brush lay between the two front seats, above the automatic gear shift. The handle needed to be cleaned now, yet neither of us wanted to stop to fix it.

Bella was now completely clothed, jeans and a sweatshirt hiding away her lovely skin. The atmosphere between us was tense in the aftermath of what we had just did. Unthinkingly, I remembered the feel of her hot, moist walls tight around my cock. She was so much tighter than I had ever imagined. Oh fuck, so much tighter.

I clenched my hands on the steering wheel, shaking my head to clear it of distracting thoughts. We had yet to pass any kind of place where we could stop to get something to eat.

Bella shifted in her seat, uncomfortable.

"Perhaps you should check around and see what the old codger's got stashed around here," I suggested, glancing at her.

She said something too low for me to hear and opened the glove compartment. My eyes lingered on the smooth pale skin of her hands, the fingers long and thin.

Shit, I wanted to feel her again. I wanted to slam into her relentlessly and feel her pussy milk my cock. It had been agony to pull out of her, to withdraw from a carnal heaven. But I had hurt her. I had hurt the one person I loved. God, I would be inside her again, though. I had pulled out of her because I didn't want her to feel any pain, especially in sex. I hoped to God that the brush handle had stretched her because I didn't think that, when my dick was in her again, I could pull out. There was only so much moral and physical discipline a man had.

"Oh . . ." she breathed. "This guy was sick."

"What?" I glanced over at her. The glove box was still open and photographs were strewn over her lap. My eyes caught on one in which a teenage girl was doing something obscene with a dog. "Son of a bitch," I muttered, glancing back at the road in revulsion. "What the hell was he doing with those?"

"I don't know but it's disgusting." She pushed the photos back into the glove box so quickly that they could have been made of scalding iron. "I'll check the back."

Bella and I were heading southwest. We had our destination set at somewhere around Topeka or Oklahoma City. We had to get far away from New York and Pennsylvania, away from anyone that might recognize us. We had to change our looks somehow also, to ensure that we couldn't be identified even if we came across someone that had seen our pictures. But for now, we had to run.

"Oh my God," she breathed, horrified, her voice faint from the backseat.

"What did you find?"

"Look." She leaned forward over the middle console, holding out her hands. I glanced down, my eyes widening.

I swore, gritting my teeth.

In Bella's left hand was a revolver. It was a simple gun with the standard six chambers. The silver of the barrel gleamed in the light of the rising sun. And in her right lay what appeared to be a black handgun – a nine millimeter.

"Why do you think he had the guns?" she asked quietly, climbing into the front passenger's seat. "They were shoved under the backseat."

"More than one concealed weapon," I mused. "I don't know, Bella, why he had them. Possibly for protection."

Then Bella's stomach rumbled audibly, insistently. She blushed slightly, shifting in her seat.

I laughed. "We will stop in a few hours so we can get food and maybe you can get another change of clothes." We passed a mile-marker, now only in single digits as we neared the Virginia-North Carolina state line. "And if you like, tonight we can rent a hotel room. That way both of us can take showers and get a decent nights rest."

She turned to me. "Are you sure we should do that? Since we left not too long ago?"

"We're nearly in North Carolina, Bella," I pointed out. "That's far enough from New York that no one will recognize us." We were heading south at the moment. I wanted to avoid the Appalachian Mountains that snaked from Northern Georgia and extended up into Maine. So we would drive down to Georgia and then move West. I didn't mention that it was just as likely for someone to recognize us since our pictures had been flashed on national television. I was trying to calm not only her, but me also.

Bella and I ate the food I had gathered from the group home, the food I had stole from the cabinets and stuffed into Eric's bag. It wasn't a decent meal, only crackers and peanut butter and chopped tuna stuffed into aluminum pouches. I couldn't help being thankful for taking the small tin of mints. The tuna was awful on the breath. Bella used the endless hours of driving to search the Porsche better. She found a baseball cap and a digital camera along with other paraphernalia.

"McDonald's or Arby's?" I asked when I finally decided it was safe to pull off onto an exit. It was just after three in the afternoon and the sun was beginning to sink in the sky. We were a little North of Atlanta, Georgia, now on our way West. We passed large blue signs advertising the restaurants and lodging that could be found at the exit.

"Um." She chewed her lip, thinking. "Arby's."

As we stood in line inside the restaurant, I hoped that no one would check the license plate on the Porsche. My mind was not on the food as we ordered and I simply said the first things I saw listed on the menu. Every glance that was geared to me, seemed, at least in my mind, as if they knew – as if they were condemning me for each of my sins, no matter how seemingly insignificant. Then my mind shifted, remembering the man we had deserted on the side of the road. Had he been discovered yet? And if so, was he still breathing?

xXx

Among the choices of the hotels at the exit, Bella and I chose a hotel that was clean but not expensive. We didn't know what would happen in the future and we both agreed it was wiser to spend as little as possible of the six hundred dollars.

The hotel room had one bed, a desk, and a television with no remote.

"Do you think anyone will recognize the car?" Bella asked as she tossed her bag to the carpeted floor - the bag that now contained the 9 milimeter hand gun. I had insisted she keep it in her bag while I had the revolver in mine.

"No. They'll have no reason to check the plates and even if they do, we can simply take another." Reaching down, I pressed the button to turn on the television. The screen flickered to life, pixels of colors creating pictures on the screen.

The TV was turned to Fox News, the pretty blonde anchor speaking dramatically of a new disaster. When my hand reached out to switch the channel, I heard our names.

"The man said that he did not see his attacker but that the girl that lured him out of his car was about eighteen with long brown hair. Early this morning the man, seventy-three year old Malcolm Worth, was discovered in the forest just off of Interstate 84 by two teenagers who had went out for a walk. Paramedics were called to treat the man's injuries which mainly consisted of purple bruising around the neck from strangulation . . ."

"I didn't lure him out of the car!" Bella cried indignantly.

"Shhh," I hissed impatiently. "He's just changing the story so he doesn't look bad. What do you think his family would say if they knew he picked up a young girl late at night?"

The blonde anchor continued. ". . . Worth is receiving medical care as we speak and will be released from the hospital soon. The strangest development in the story, however, has been that Worth indentifies the girl as seventeen year old Isabella Whitlock who was missing for nearly half a week before being found in a convenience store in New York City with her brother. This identification has led the police to believe that Worth's attacker was Jasper Whitlock, her brother."

A man began to speak, her co-anchor. "Yes, Hester, but the real question here is why did such docile and tragic siblings become violent? These two escaped from the group home they were put into and apparently strangled the man until he passed out, dumped him on the side of the road, and stole his car. There has to be some driving force behind their decisions."

The blonde, Hester, began speaking again. "Regardless, a warrant has been issued for the arrest of both Isabella and Jasper Whitlock . . ."

This time there were no pictures flashed onto the screen. I felt my heart become lead, sinking down . . . down . . . down. They were searching for us, the man hadn't died like I'd hoped. He had lived to tell the police about us.

"What are we going to do?" Bella asked, her tone pure helplessness. "They're going to arrest us!"

I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm while my mind screamed that Bella and I had no way out of this. "We keep driving. As long as we keep moving they can't find us. If we have to, we'll go up to Canada."

The blonde anchor whose name I now knew as Hester Prynne, smiled before the TV switched to a commercial. "But, Jasper," she insisted. "They'll find us eventually! We can't run forever!"

"Bella, look at me." I walked to her, grasping her hands tightly in mine. Her dark eyes lifted to mine, the depths full of doubt and uncertainty. "Whatever happens to us now, I will protect you. No matter what it takes, I will not let them arrest you." I paused, interlacing our fingers. "Do you trust me?"

She hesitated, searching my eyes. "Yes, Jasper, I trust you."

"Then know that I will never let anything happen to you."

I turned and changed the channel, having heard enough of the Hester Prynne woman and her co-anchor. Bella glanced at the TV and sat heavily down the bed, her eyes widening. "What is that?" Her voice was faint and slightly filled with fascination.

"Porn," I answered. "It comes free with the room."

The silence in the hotel room was thick as we both stared the screen, only punctuated by the erotic sounds coming from the TV. On the screen were two "doctors" in white coats giving a woman what had started out as a pap smear. Now the blonde man was busy plunging his cock into her pussy as she gasped on the examination table. The other man, brunette, knelt over her, his knees on either side of her throat and pushed his dick into her mouth, bucking his hips so hard that for a moment I was worried he'd gag the woman.

"Do people really do that?" she whispered.

Turning to her, I saw her slightly parted lips and gently heaving breasts, the way her legs were pressed tightly together. Could she be aroused by such a crude display? "People do a lot worse than that, Bella," I answered. "The human race does things you would never even imagine." Her eyes met mine inquisitively and soon her face was the color of a rose. "Come here," I murmured, holding my hand out to her.

Slowly, hesitantly, she stood up from the bed. I stood three feet from the television screen – three feet from a threesome. I watched as her eyes flickered to the screen. She bit her plump bottom lip, the blood draining momentarily from it. "Jasper?" Her voice cracked and she cringed slightly at the sound.

Pulling her to me so that I stood behind her while she faced the flickering screen that was filling the hotel room with foul words and moans, I whispered in her ear. "Close your eyes." My hands rested at her waist, running over the hem of her shirt. "Are your eyes closed?"

"Yes," she answered, uncertainty in her tone.

Slipping my fingers under her shirt, I gently cupped one of her breasts, the soft material of her bra running silkily over my fingertips.

"Now tell me," I began, moving my lips up the side of her neck. "Did you find the porn erotic? Are you wet?"

My left hand moved down her stomach and inside her jeans to cup her panties. The cotton which had only been slightly wet, now flooded with liquid, hot and thick. A satisfied smirk spread over my lips. My Bella's body was a whirlwind of sensation and stimulus, a wonder box of unknown desires. "Yes," she answered breathlessly.

Her back, pressed against my chest, was taut. Slowly I drew my palm from her, using both hands to unbutton her jeans. "Yes, you find it erotic or yes, you are wet?"

She nearly choked out her next words. "Yes . . . I find it . . . erotic."

I pulled her sweatshirt quickly over her head and kissed her newly exposed shoulder. "Then open your eyes and watch it." It was difficult to gauge her reactions since I was behind her, yet I knew when she looked again at the TV from the way her body stilled and her muscles tensed.

As her eyes watched the porn on the television, I unhooked her bra and slid the fabric from her skin. I watched as her two globes dropped without the support of the bra, bouncing slightly, the nipples dark and hard. The sight hardened my cock further, making my member twitch, and I bit back a groan. Visions filled my mind of my cock rubbing against those breasts, tit fucking them.

My tongue slid down her spine, moving slowly down to the hem of her jeans as I knelt down behind her. Chill bumps spread over her skin, a shiver rippling down her spine. "Jasper," she started as my hand began pulling down her jeans while I knelt behind her. "What are you – "

"Watch the porn, Bella," I interrupted. "Watch how the man fucks her ass, how they are little better than animals up on that screen."

Her body quivered as she stared at the TV set. The sight of her trembling form made my dick clench and my balls turn blue. I wanted to teach her everything about sex, show her the multitude of ways people joined together. I wanted to be inside her so badly my whole body seemed to pull towards her. My cock rubbed against the inside of my clothing in ways that made me grit my teeth to cut off my groan. Unconsciously my hips jerked forward, rubbing the back of her knees roughly enough to where her legs bent a little before she straightened them again.

"Shit, Bella," I growled, setting my jaw. Quickly, I yanked her jeans down her legs, tossing them aside, exposing her long pale legs. She gasped in surprise, biting her bottom lip as her eyes struggled to remain on the screen. God, she was nearly dripping through her panties, the cotton stained darkly with the evidence of her desire. The sight of her like that – legs slightly apart, hands at her sides, chest heaving as her eyes followed every dirty move the once-again threesome made on television – was a fantasy that I had only dreamt of once or twice.

The screen cut to a shot of the man's cock, as long as mine but so thick that I wondered if he had hurt women with it.

"Do you see that man's dick, little sister?" My voice was low and guttural as my hands slipped up her legs slowly, the delay heightening the pleasure when I finally cupped her core. "Imagine all the woman who have licked it, fucked it, wanted it. Lean forward a little and hold the television by the sides tightly," I ordered. "You're going to need it."

She did as I said, her body slightly bent now.

Licking my lips, I pulled her panties down her legs. "Fuck how can you already be so wet?" She had an ocean of arousal between her thighs, the liquid gathered on the inside of her panties. For a moment, I wondered if she had ever seen porn before, video-taped porn at least. Without me touching her, she began to move her hips in small unconscious circles.

"Jasper . . . I want . . . you, I want you." Her voice was thick with need and a long moan left her lips as I licked up the wetness that had dripped to her thighs.

I groaned, savoring the taste of her on my tongue. "And what do you want?" I asked, gripping her hips with my hands so that I could control her pelvis. I pushed her legs farther apart and moved so that I knelt under her pussy. Bella should have grown to be a pornstar, or at least something that showed her luscious body.

"Everything," she panted.

That one word went straight to my hard cock and I took a deep breath to keep from thrusting into her at that moment. Moving my hands to her ass, kneading her, I moved my tongue over her outer folds. She moaned weakly, her knuckles tightening on the television.

"Yes! FUCK, YES!" came from the TV, the woman screaming as she lustily rode the blonde doctor.

Bella's head hung down, her eyes clenched shut and her hair falling around her face. "Ohhhhh," she moaned. Sucking her folds into my mouth, I bit the delicate skin, scraping my teeth over them. The muscles of her pussy clenched and loosened, her breasts dangling, nipples erect.

"So you want everything, do you?" The vibrations of my voice penetrated her core, sending shivers skittering across her body like the dance of insect legs. My voice was calm, yet my body was alert and yearning to fill her. I fought with my lust, pushing it viciously away so that I could focus on her. Clamping my mouth directly over her slit, I plunged my tongue into her. She gasped, her body clenching spasmodically and her arms quivering nearly violently.

"Oh, Jasper," she panted, her hips beginning to move in circles around my tongue. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," she groaned in rhythm with my mouth. I ran my tongue along her moist walls, plunging it into her again. Then, spreading her ass cheeks, I sucked hard on her pussy and slid a finger into her ass.

She cried out, arching slightly. "Oh fuck. That feels so good, Jasper." I wondered if this was her first time cursing. "Please, Jasper. Oh God, don't tease me."

Pushing my finger deeply into her ass, I increased the pace of my tongue. My mouth savagely assaulted her pussy, my teeth biting her and my tongue thrust deep inside her cunt.

Then, abruptly, I pulled away from her, letting the cool air of the hotel room replace my hot mouth. She whimpered in frustration and turned to look at me questioningly. But I couldn't bear it any longer. My balls were screaming in agony, drying to feel her. Shedding my clothing like an unneeded husk, I stepped towards the desk that sat beside the bed, pulling open the middle drawer. Sure enough, the condoms were in a tidy box in the back of the drawer. I figured a place like this would have free condoms somewhere in the room. Opening the box and lifting out a single foil square, I turned back to her. I lifted my eyes to hers.

"I hope you're loose enough, little sister, for this time I will not stop."

Her eyes widened when she realized what I meant. Her mouth parted in a soundless O. Then her eyes traveled down my body to my pulsing member and my sac below. I felt the heat of her gaze like a hand on my skin, every pore of my flesh filled with a longing so intense it blinded me to all else but the unclothed woman standing with her legs spread while porn played on the TV.

Then I stepped and positioned my cock at her entrance, our skin sticking together with sweat. I pulled the condom quickly over the head of my penis, rolling it down so that my length was completely covered.

"Put your foot on the tabletop," I said gruffly.

Shakily she obeyed. "Like this?" She had placed her bare foot on the table, beside the TV, the screen illuminating her face and breasts in a glow more unearthly than moonlight. Her new position spread her pussy lips more, making my entrance into her easier.

"Mmmmm, yes, exactly like that," I purred, licking the hollow behind her ear. My cock pressed against her ass now and I bent my legs to slide into her core.

I groaned animalistically as my member slowly sank into her, first the head, then each inch of the shaft. She gasped, now clutching wildly at the TV, her pussy impossibly tight around me. Pleasure, hot and lethal, shot through my system. I bit roughly onto her shoulder, the motion muffling the shameful sounds I was making.

This – this – was what I had waited for. For years I had dreamt of this, imagined the way our bodies would fit together. I had even fucked another girl, telling myself that it was Bella I was taking, it was Bella who I tasted on my lips. But of course, it hadn't been. How stupid I was to believe that anything could compare to Bella. She like a cake I wanted to consume again and again, to suck out all the sweet icing from her folds. I wished we had days to continue this. I wanted to explore each and every jewel of her body.

"Oh please," she begged, her voice almost a sob. "Faster, please!"

In one swift motion, I rammed my cock up into her. She staggered and fell towards the TV by accident, my member pulling out of her. She cried out and I stepped towards her. She was pressed against the TV screen now, her breasts causing slight static electric shocks to be given off. Her arms were wrapped around the TV set, her nipples pressing into a televised penis.

Then I slammed into her.

She screamed, her cunt clamping down on my dick hard.

How could I have stayed away for so long? How could I have denied her time and time again, telling myself that her innocence needed to be protected? I had been utterly and completely foolish. Now, as she panted, writhed, and screamed with me inside her, my mind seemed to turn off. My thoughts no longer governed my actions; now my body took control. There was only her skin against mine, my lips on her neck, my hands maneuvering her hips easily. It didn't matter whether or not we were blood relatives, this was what I wanted.

"Jasper," she panted, clutching desperately at the television, her breasts flattened against the screen.

My need was a brutal, commanding thing. My only thought was that I had to satisfy it. It reared up within me like the angry head of a viper, fangs bared and dripping with desire. I thrust up hard into her, impaling her deeply onto my throbbing cock, our hips smacking together. My balls swung slightly.

"Fuck," I growled. "Fucking scream for me." My eyes clenched shut as hot pleasure boiled my blood and scalded my skin.

Without warning, she turned in my arms, now facing me. My dick moved roughly inside her as she turned towards me. Her face was achingly beautiful in her ecstasy. Her eyes closed tightly, her lips parted as she moaned, the wet pink of her tongue peeking out at me. Her hair was disheveled, falling haphazardly around her face. Bella's fingers clutched at my shoulders, her body leaning heavily against mine with me deep in her.

"I'm so . . . so close," she gasped, moving her hips a little.

"Then I will make you scream as you cum," I said, my voice rough. Cupping her ass in my hands, I lifted her up, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. My lips were hot on her throat, sucking as I went quickly to the bed, setting her on the very edge. As she lay half on the bed while I stood, I set her legs on my shoulders and thrust deeply into her tight soaking pussy.

She screamed, her voice blending with that of the woman on TV. Bella arched off the bed, her hands clutching the bedspread desperately. My chest heaved and I pounded into her, our desires burning bright as a house fire. She met each of my thrusts with her hips. I felt her cunt tighten as she climaxed, the clenching of her walls drowning me in pleasure. I couldn't stop even if I had wanted to. I was close to release and I couldn't stop; I plunged again and again into her.

"Oh God, again," she cried out. "I'm so close again!" She arched, lifting her hips.

I gritted my teeth, pulling out of her. One final time, I rammed my dick into her wet canal up to the hilt, my sac slapping her skin. With a deep shuddering groan, I came, releasing into the condom.

"Oh YES!" she screamed, cumming twice in such a short time.

And still, the porn on the television continued, this time featuring a different couple. They fucked each other, barely taking time to breathe, echoing the very thing Bella and I had just done.

So Bella and Jasper finally did it! LOL. haha, hope you liked it.

If anyone has anything they'd like to see happen in this story, PLEASE tell me. Also, if you have any ideas for some of Jasper's "lessons" it would really be helpful because my imagination is running a bit dry right now.

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-Oriana