This is the stand alone sequel to my story "Not Kyle". There is only a single sex scene in this story, expanding on what happened to the POV character of Not Kyle, Sarah, after she passed out.
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Brandon to the rescue!
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Kyle was a good friend of mine, but not any more. Ever since he got my sister pregnant, he'd been an asshole to her. I didn't notice for her first pregnancy, but all the signs were there.
She started to wear heavy clothing to hide obscene graffiti he put on her body. Then I heard him telling her she would suffer hours of punishment. I even overheard him telling her she wasn't allowed to get painkillers for birthing and that she was going to be repeatedly bred!
He was a monster, and had my sister. I had to do something. That's why I had her bound and gagged in the trunk of my car. She refused to come with me, I had to do it this way. It was for her own good. She told me some bullshit about it being her decision, but he had to be blackmailing her.
Blackmailing her... Of course! He found out about me and Sarah... He knew she raped me...
I pulled over and walked back to the trunk.
"Hurry Kyle! He's stopped. I'm afraid!" I heard Sarah say from inside the trunk.
I opened the trunk. She had her phone out and was talking to Kyle. I grabbed her phone and smashed it against the car. It went dark.
I glared at her. "Why are you talking to him? He is abusing you!"
Suddenly a car pulled up. The car door opened.
"Kyle, help!" Sarah shouted.
I slammed the hood shut. Kyle was approaching me, his arms raised but palms towards the ground.
"You asshole! You hurt my sister!" I screamed
"I never hurt your sister" Kyle replied.
"You blackmailed her into getting your name tattooed on her!" I shouted. I backed away along the car, towards the driver's seat
"She could have refused and walked away." Kyle said, still slowly advancing.
"You lie! You found out she cheated on you and you hurt her! You took advantage of her good nature and abused her." I said, almost to my door.
"I never took advantage of her." Kyle replied.
"You asshole! You were upset with her so had her beautiful skin marked with your foul name!" I said. With that I was at the driver door. I jumped in my car and took off.
My sister once had very beautiful skin. I fantasized about her as I drove. It was almost two years ago. She was super drunk at her birthday party. Kyle was spending time with his mother, so he wasn't there. It wasn't like his mother was dead. Cancer was not a death sentence. She lasted long enough to see Kyle's first child, so he had every opportunity to be there for my sister on her birthday. There was no excuse.
She was so depressed he wasn't there that she got hammered. She called me for a ride home later that evening. I brought her home, but she was so out of it I had to carry her in. She then reached after my junk. She was quite good looking, and I always fantasized about it. I let her grab me with only a token resistance. I remembered that night.
She stripped me nude, threw her panties off to the side, then mounted me. It was clear she was confusing me for Kyle. I warned her I wasn't, but she was too drunk. I let her slide her hot pussy over my cock. She was so aroused it left moisture on me. She kissed me passionately as she took me inside her. It was a fantasy come true. I absorbed the feeling of her absorbing me, feeling her willingly sliding on me. I grabbed her by the hips and helped her slide up and down on my shaft. Her pussy was so slick. I could see her pretty well in the moonlight. Her perky breasts bounced in her shirt with the motion of my thrusts. She had a silly glass bauble that dangled between them, which I had rocking. I held my eyes closed as I focused on the wonderful feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock. She was so tight. I must have been bigger than Kyle. I felt myself getting close, then I was there. I pulled her down on me, hilting as I unloaded into her hot wet body. She collapsed on top of me and passed out. I pushed her off me and went to my room, worried about what I did.
Sitting there brooding about it got me hard again, so I went back to her room. She was lying there unconscious. I looked at her on the bed. She was so hot. I wouldn't get another chance to taste this forbidden fruit. I had to experience her again. I pushed her skirt up. My cum was leaking out of her. It was so erotic. Her labia were still slightly parted. I suspected it was from earlier arousal, but she might have just naturally sat a little open. My heart beat strongly in my chest. I pushed her knees apart and knelt between her legs. I grabbed her hips and dragged her across the bed. I lined up and slid back into her cunt. She was just as tight as before. She felt like she belonged on my cock. My current girlfriend Emily was good, but Sarah was amazing. I thrust in deep, repeatedly pressing against the back wall of her vagina. I wondered for a moment if her boyfriend would feel changes my dick made to her pussy. I hoped so. I was close again, so once again I thrust deep and unloaded. Her pussy gobbled up every drop. I pulled out. A few sticky ropes trailed out of her, drawn out by my cock. They landed across her public hair. I smiled at the sight. She looked utterly defiled. Such delicious forbidden fruit.
Her body was so good. Then she gave herself completely over to the asshole Kyle. Letting him put a baby in her, and tattooing her body. I looked in my rearview mirror. Kyle was there. I accelerated to 90. I saw Kyle's car fading in the distance.
I drove for five minutes before a cop car came up behind me, singing it's banshee wail. I pulled over to the side, the marked car pulled in front of me. The cop hopped out, pointing his gun at me.
"Get out of the car now!" He said.
Another cop car came from out of nowhere and pulled behind me. Blocking me in. He also jumped out pointing his gun at me. And another was coming down the road.
I heard my sister shout from inside the trunk.
"Help! Help! I'm in here!" She screamed, thumping around inside.
I sighed and got out, my hands raised in the air.
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Kyle's Chase
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I pulled up to my house. I was looking forward to seeing my beautiful girlfriend Sarah. I had been thinking about her all day at work. The way her distended womb was gently stretching her stomach drove me wild. This was her second pregnancy. The first wasn't mine. I claimed the baby girl as mine, and was raising her as such, but she was really the consequence of my girlfriend cheating on me with her brother. I couldn't let that shameful secret get out, so Sarah could never admit to infidelity. She could never take responsibility for her actions. So I went a little crazy. I asked she give herself fully over to me in payment for the infidelity. And she did. She let me mark her as mine. I wrote her crimes on her body and her devotion to me, and she kept them concealed and safe. She showed me she took them seriously, and in doing so, I adopted her growing child as mine. To be fair, I had made her keep it. She had such delicate emotions, I couldn't face seeing her heart break from the other choice. She cried for weeks when a tiny kitten she had never seen before died. I knew she couldn't face killing her own baby, incestuous or not. I lie a bit, I don't know if I could face her if she did. I had a secret fetish, I liked seeing women grow babies. Regardless, she kept the baby, my oldest daughter. And as a further show of devotion to me, she birthed it without painkillers. She felt it coming out. She was going to feel them all. And she was going to get pregnant over and over again. Part of her devotion to me, but also something that seemed to get her off. My markings were now permanent. She had tattoos all over her body declaring her my property. But on her back and stomach were special messages, messages of being bred. I sometimes secretly watched her masturbate while tracing the words I had written across her belly. The ones declaring her my baby factory. Written in big block letters, so they were as legible regardless of how gravid her state. I couldn't wait to kiss her along her stretched signage.
But there was something wrong. Something terribly wrong. The door was wide open and my daughter's cries were coming out of the house. It all felt off. I rushed into the house. I found my daughter in her bassinet. I picked her up and comforted her as I searched the house for Sarah. I couldn't find her. I grabbed my cellphone to call her. It rang as it reached my hand. It was Sarah. I answered it.
"Kyle, Brandon has kidnapped me. Iness is home alone." Sarah said in a panic.
"I'm here. Iness is safe. Are you okay?" I asked.
She took an audible breath. "I'm as fine as I can be. Brandon tied me up and threw me in the trunk of a car."
I took a deep breath. I had no clue why he would do such a thing, but it didn't matter. Sarah was in trouble. I started walking out to my car with Iness.
"Okay, listen closely. I need you to open your map program and find out where you are and where you are heading. Then I need you to call the police and tell them where you are." I said.
"I can't." She said.
"Why not?" I asked.
"I'm still tied up. It was hard to even call you." She said.
I sighed.
"Okay. I will call you back soon." I said.
I hung up and called the police as i buckled Iness into her car seat. I told them everything I could, and then started driving. I conference called Sarah, and let the police dispatchers talk to her while I drove. There were only a few major roads he could be on.
Sarah was hysterical, but I did my best to calm her down so the police could get useful information as I drove down the road. Then she said something chilling.
"Hurry Kyle! He's stopped. I'm afraid!" She said.
