WARNING: This chapter contains heavy content much like chapter two. Another chapter that is necessary for the storyline and the character's arc. Also, full disclosure: There is some language in this chapter that I do not personally agree with, but its what the character's dialogue called for, so keep that in mind! Love you guys and I will be trying to get the next chapter out ASAP! Enjoy.
Chapter Four: Behind the Curtain
Two pairs of shoes stepped along the pavement. One pair of gray Saucony Bullet Sneakers with white accents and the other pair of burgundy Vans SK8-Hi Slim Zip Sneakers with orange inside lining. The shoes stopped suddenly as the camera pans up to see that it's Lucas and Max. The two were still holding hands from the arcade. "Thanks for...Walking me home, I guess..." Max chuckled awkwardly pushing her hair behind her ear. "Yeah...Uh, you're welcome..." Lucas replied just as awkwardly. The two stood in silence for a moment. "I guess I'll see ya tomorrow." She said stepping towards her house. "Wait." Lucas grabbed her hand again. Max stopped. She looked down at their hands and up to Lucas giggling. "What?" She asked. Lucas paused. "I don't want things to be weird between us." He explained. Max looked down before stepping closer to him. She leaned forward softly kissing him on the cheek. Little did the two of them know, Max's older step-brother Billy stood in the window watching them. "They won't." Max said smiling. "Okay." Lucas said backing up.
"I'll see you tomorrow!" He yelled out as he jogged down the street. "You too!" She called after him before chuckling to herself. She heard her front door swing open as she shot around. She saw Billy standing in the doorway smoking a cigarette. "Oh, hey, Billy." She said walking up the steps of her porch and past him. He looked down the street to see Lucas stop and look back. The two met eyes before Billy smirked and shut the door. Lucas had a weird feeling, but decided it wasn't the best thing to go back there. He kept walking home wondering why he had such a bad feeling. Max walked through the smoke-filled living room as the boom box blasted heavy metal through the house. She walked into her room setting her board and bag down. Billy slowly walked over to the boom box turning off the music leaving a sudden silence in the single floor-home. Max's eyes shot up noticing the abrupt lack of sound. She stood up and went out of her room to see what had happened. She was met with Billy standing in the middle of the den. He wasn't doing anything. Just standing...and smoking. "Billy, are you okay?" She asked.
He slowly turned to look at her. She looked in his eyes. She couldn't quite tell what emotion they were displaying. Just...blankness. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaled leaving yet another cloud of nicotine in the room. "Who was that you were with?" He asked monotonously. Max paused. "Lucas...Why?" She asked wondering why he cared. "Lucas Sinclair?" He continued. "Yeah...WHY?" She emphasized the repeated question. "Lucas Sinclair..." He muttered walking over to a dresser in the den. "The boy I told you not to HANG AROUND ANYMORE?!" He yelled putting his knee through the wooden dresser shattering the drawers to chips. Max jumped backing against her doorframe. "I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME AND MY FRIENDS ALONE!" Max yelled back stepping towards him. "Yeah, well...I've done that long enough." He chuckled taking another huff of his cigarette. "It's sickening." He told her calmly. "Sickening? Why because he's a boy?" She asked. "BECAUSE HE'S A NIGGER!" Billy screamed uncontrollably towering above her. Max stood in shock.
She gawked her head and scoffed surprised by his audacity. "You did not just say that." She muttered. "Yes I did." Billy replied softly and quickly. "YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!" Max got in his face. Billy didn't move a muscle. "What are you gonna do?" He asked calmly. Max backed up and panted. "I'm gonna tell your father." She said sternly. Suddenly, Billy jumped forward gripping her by the throat and slamming her against the wall behind her. Max choked and flailed trying to get him off of her. "You won't say a word to him you little SHIT!" He said getting in her face and tightening his grasp around her neck. She gasped and struggled under his grip. "Do you understand me?" He growled demonically. Max started to tear up as she struggled to breath. She faintly nodded her head as Billy let go throwing her to the floor. She desperately clawed at the wooden floorboards beneath her gasping for air and coughing violently. Billy turned around and walked over to the middle of the den again. "Now, get up and suck my dick." He demanded in a low tone.
"What?" Max held her neck standing up as tears streamed down her face. "You heard me." He looked at her menacingly taking another huff of his cigarette. "No. No, please. Not again." She begged him. Just then, Billy stormed over to her and forcefully grabbed her wrist dragging her over to his bench press. He threw her on her knees at the foot of the bench and laid under the bar. "Pull my shit down and suck it." He ordered. "Billy, don't do this. Please." She pleaded. "You wanna end up on the floor again?" He asked lifting his head up. Max paused. She just cried and slowly shook her head. "Please..." She mouthed. "You did this, Max." Billy said laying back down and gripping the bar above his head. He grunted lifting the bar up. The bar held a hundred pounds on either side. He inhaled deeply bringing the bar to his chest. "Now, Max!" He called out before grunting even louder pushing the bar all the way up. Sweat beaded down his toned arms. Max looked down reluctantly reaching for the hem of his blue short shorts with white trim. She slowly pulled them down his thighs and down his shins to his ankles.
She then slowly pulled the hem of his boxer briefs down to the same level leaving his sweaty heft of an appendage waiting for her. "I don't wanna do this again." She sobbed. "Aaaargh!" Billy grunted pushing the weight up a fifth time. Billy sighed. "Tick tock, Max." He said gripping the bar again shifting his sweaty shoulders on the bench. "I know you don't want anything to happen to your friend. This is how you do it." He explained before grunting loudly and lifting the bar again. Max rolled her teary eyes and took hold of his penis. The sweat made it stick to his pelvis as she peeled it upward. Max's face turned to disgust. Billy grunted continuously throwing the weight up and down with force. Max reluctantly began to stroke the soft seven inch member as she felt it gaining circulation in her grasp. Heavy metal still booming through the small home. She stroked it intently for about two minutes until it was at its full length. It stood tall from his horizontal body as Max let go. "Ya know..." Billy said slamming the bar back onto the arms of the bench. "I know where that ape lives." He threatened panting.
"Stop calling him that!" Max raised her voice in a desperate tone. "Then get to suckin' or you're gonna have a lot more to worry about than just my dick in your mouth." He demanded reaching for the bar again. Max quickly grabbed his towering appendage wanting to get it over with. She wrapped her lips around the head using her tongue to hastily coat his sweaty cock with saliva. Billy chuckled heftily. "Oh, Max. Where'd you learn how to suck dick like that?" He joked. "Shut up." She said annoyed before continuing. "Seems to me like you've had a bit of practice since the last time we did this...Who're you fuckin? Is it that spook? Don't tell me you've turned on us." He taunted staring up at the ceiling. "I said to stop calling him names." She said. "Oh, sweetheart. You are in no position to make any demands. You got that?" He asked looking down at her. She rolled her eyes and proceeded to bob her head up and down on his spit-covered dick. She gagged repeatedly. "Holy shit. Girls my age don't even do it this good." He remarked obnoxiously. He quickly shot up from the bench and sat up straight.
Max's eyes followed him up as he looked down upon her. She ignored him and continued to swirl her tongue around his shaft and gag on his phallus. "Ooh..." Billy groaned pushing her fiery hair behind her ear using both hands. "Yeah, get in there." He growled holding the back of her head and softly thrusting up. Max gagged again slobbering all over his massive cock. "Shit, Max. Eat too much and you might choke." He grunted. Her drool dripped down his shaft to his balls. Max came up for air gasping. "Can I please stop now?" She asked. "Ya know, you are such a cunt. Always trying to leave somebody in a bad mood. That's your problem you know." He explained. "Oh, yeah right. I have problems." She said sarcastically. "Hey!" Billy grabbed her throat and smacked her face. "I am sick...of your bitchy attitude all the time." He explained. Max held her cheek in pain. "You're gonna learn." Billy said standing up. "Wha-?" Max started before being yanked to her feet by her wrist. "What are you doing?" She asked trying to resist.
"Teaching you a lesson." Billy replied tossing her onto the couch beside the bench press. "No. No! I did what you said now let me go!" She kicked at him. "Argh!" She grunted as her shoe punted his face. Billy stumbled back as Max froze realizing what she'd done. Billy snapped his eyes on her. "You're dead." He growled coming closer. He pinned her down as she kicked and screaming trying to get him off of her. "You're gonna learn the hard way...not to talk back, Max. Wether you like it or not. You WILL respect me." He explained putting her on all fours on the couch and kneeling behind her. He began pulling her shorts down as she stopped squirming resting on her elbows. "Don't you have your high school girls to do this with?" She complained. Billy chuckled. "Oh, Max...None of which are as tight as your little pussy." He said before roughly pulling her shorts and panties down revealing her nude bottom before him. Her pale, peachy cheeks were exposed as he gawked at her fine lower figure.
"You gotta little caboose on you, Sis. S'kinda drivin' me crazy." He said holding her hips and positioning himself. Max grunted trying to resist but to no avail. "Get ready for me." He groaned placing the head of his dick at her entrance from behind. Suddenly, He thrusted forward with might, instantly burying all ten inches of his erection within the sixteen year old girl's pussy as she froze. Her jaw dropped and her spine hitched as she let out a screeching moan that only turned him on more. "Fuuuuck..." He groaned letting his length sit inside of her for a moment. "Shiiiit..." He slowly moved it around stretching her walls. Max's knuckles turned white as her hands gripped the couch with all of her strength. Billy thrusted clapping her ass sending her forward slowly. She let out small moans still recovering from the initial penetration. "I-It's too much." Max struggles to choke the words out. "Oh, Max. It's never too much." Billy continued thrusting. Max reached back tapping his hand which was firmly placed on her hip. She tapped his hand repeatedly wanting him to let her go.
She clearly had never experienced this much pain before. "Come on, Max. You're gettin' all of me. Enjoy it while it lasts." Billy flexed his bicep thrusting a bit faster. Max gave up just holding herself up on her forearms and letting her forehead press down on the cushion. Billy went to town on her pushing forward the bottom of her shirt revealing her smooth back. He banged into her cheeks sending clapping sounds through the house. "Oh, shit. I'm almost there." Billy groaned fastening his pace. "Ooooh fuuuuck..!" He moaned pulling out and busting his hot load on her ass. He stood up pushing her to the side as she flipped over. She laid motionless on the sofa as Billy put his shorts back on. "Don't push it with this Sinclair kid. I'm watching you." He pointed to her before walking away. Max stared at the ceiling for a while before finally beginning to sob silently.