I know it's been well over a year since the last chapter. I can only apologise for that.
Hopefully, this will end the series properly for you all. It's been a journey, has it not?
t.
---
I stared at the pathetic figure in front of me as he spat blood onto the ground.
"Mike, please..." He begged.
"See, it isn't funny when you're the one bleeding, is it?"
"Mike, haven't you done enough to me?" My sister screamed at me.
I looked at her in her white dress.
"You're right. Have a nice evening."
With that, I span on the spot, took Becca's hand and walked into the night.
---
Two days previously:
I awoke to the smell of coffee brewing. There's something about a cup of coffee in the morning which should be integrated into the constitution. It's impossible to function otherwise.
I rolled out of Becca's king sized bed and padded into the kitchen, wearing only my boxers. She was humming softly whilst looking at something on her laptop.
"Morning honey!" She positively beamed.
"Morning." I muttered, pouring myself a cup of coffee and taking a sip. It was scalding hot and black, just the way I like it.
"How are you feeling?" She grinned. "Hope I didn't wear you out too much last night."
"Not nearly enough." I winked at her as she leaned back in her chair, pushing her ample chest out.
She caught me looking and asked "See something you like?"
I just laughed.
It dawned on me then just what I'd been missing by sequestering myself away up in Forks. I'd missed the chance to have a woman in my bed; I'd missed the chance to have all the little laughs, touches, kisses. I'd missed the chance to have a life outside of work. I'd missed the chance to love and be loved.
Being on your own stops you from being hurt, but it doesn't stop you from hurting.
---
I have to admit that I was torn. One part of me just wanted to find a love nest with Becca and forget everything else.
The other part of me wanted to slap my sister and beat Bob half to death.
I had some serious thinking to do.
---
Becca and I spent the next two days making up for lost time. I quickly figured out that she was an absolute demon in bed, and loved to be fucked in every hole she had.
I was feeling no pain from helping her out with that one.
---
I hadn't seen my sister in days, and I'd turned my cell off. I didn't need to hear the shit she wanted to spout. I knew that she'd be moaning about this or that, her wedding dress wasn't right, her husband was being useless yada yada yada. No thanks. I just stuck well out of the way.
Eventually the morning of the wedding dawned. I had on my best suit and shoes, and I was taking Becca as my guest.
She walked out of the bedroom wearing the best dress I've ever seen. It hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her perfect C-cup breasts and gorgeous flowing hips. I got hard the instant I looked at her. She flashed her beautiful green eyes at me and then took one look at my hard cock.
In that instance she was on me.
"Fuck it, we've got an hour." She moaned breathlessly, undoing my belt buckle.
I quickly responded in kind, reaching up her dress and pulling her black lace panties down.
She spun around and engulfed my rock hard cock in between her lips and gripped it, sliding her hand slowly up and down my shaft. With her other hand she was playing with her clit, her hand a blur. I could hear her whimpering softly and knew she was getting close as I felt the pressure building up in my balls. She suddenly let go of my cock and spun around, bending over the sofa.
