Sara's story pt.5, a short story by Ctakenowa. Date added: 2012-09-14. Times viewed: 2598.
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- Intro: lets take a turn for the worst
Tony scooped Sara into his arms, and carried her across the hall to the bathroom; she hung onto his neck as he put her down, her legs weak from the passion they had just shared. Tony looked down at her and smiled, because he was indeed genuinely happy, she completed him as he’d heard in so many sappy love story movies, the ones she always made him watch with her. He couldn’t imagine a life now without her, staring past her at his wounded knuckles “A small price to pay for the greatest gift ever given to me.” He thought to himself, all the while staring at the gorgeous girl in front of him. He kissed her softly on the nose, the one thing she loved more than anything, was being kissed on the nose, it was his show of affection, not the long drawn out sex, but the small cutesy things he did for her, without her ever seeing coming.
Sara giggled as Tony made a kissing assault on her nose and cheeks, slapping his chest playfully and laughing almost to the point of tears. He hugged her close; Sara could smell his odor, not in a bad way, but in an animalistic way that drove her wild, his mating scent as she had called it while talking to one of her girlfriends. “He gets this smell about him whenever he works out or when he’s training, or actually in the ring, or whenever he’s slamming away at me.” She’d said while laughing, her friend had been playing with herself she found out later, her friend was madly in love with Tony, but Sara had put a stop to that with a three-way that had satisfied her friend for weeks afterward. But his scent lingered in her nose; she pushed herself into him and tried to inhale as much of him as she could, to fill her lungs to the point of bursting with the very aroma of Tony. She couldn’t help herself around him when he started to sweat with concentration and exertion, whenever he was in the ring she always had to restrain herself from throwing herself at him the moment the fight was over. Tony was her champion, her hero of heroes, her strongest man.
“Let’s get cleaned up before mom and dad get home.” Tony suggested between kisses, his breath still coming in gasps as he recovered from their extended romp in the bedroom.
“I would if you’d let me.” Sara giggled into his mouth as they kissed; their mouths still and always hungry for each other. She honestly didn’t want to stop, but knew if they got busted there would be a lot of explaining to do.
They hopped into the shower together, kissing all the while, happy to be with each other, and to have found love with almost minimal effort, who would’ve thought that just 4 months ago these two would be lovers started from a forward by Sara, she started the ball rolling the day she’d went to his room. She often thought back to that day while lying next to him in bed, how would her life be different if her mom hadn’t married Tony’s dad, would they have eventually found each other, questions by the thousands swarmed through her head while he slept next to her and she stared at the ceiling. She loved sleeping next to him, not every night did they have sex, so when she felt lonely or sad she would creep down the hall into his room and slip into bed beside him. In the mornings she would wake up with his arms around her, and his hard prick prodding her in the back. “Tony should I take care of that before you take a shower?” she would ask jokingly.
“Only if you want to babydoll.” Was his response every time. He always called her some cute name like that, babydoll, princess, kitty, but babydoll was her favorite. The only name Tony liked was being called “Daddy” at first Sara was hesitant, seeing as how she didn’t have a real father anymore, just Tony’s dad, who wasn’t much of a father, but soon after came to calling Tony “Daddy” most of the time, even at school. Usually it was when she wanted something, and all she had to do was look up at him with those big brown eyes, and say “Please, Daddy.” and his heart melted and he gave in.
They’d finished showering, around eleven, and went back to the kitchen when Tony’s stomach started growling. “You’ve been putting in a lot today baby; you need something to fill you up.” Sara had called after him as he sat on the couch, and started to prepare him some food. Tony sat on the couch with freshly bandaged hands, and re-frozen ice packs to help his hands, flicking through the channels to find something to watch. Twenty minutes later they were curled up next to each other on the couch eating rice and chicken watching Sara’s favorite cartoon movie; the PG one not the erotic novel that he’d read to her. “Tony?”
“Yeah babe?” Tony said shifting to face her. “What’s up?” Sara looked so cute sitting curled up next to him, it made him feel like they were already more than lovers, like they had a real chance at being a couple that could function in society, as long as no-one found out they were step siblings.
“I love you.” Sara said looking deep into Tony’s eyes, then leaned in to kiss him, just a small peck on the cheek, the kind of kiss you’d give your husband before he left for work in the morning, the kind that shows you’d rather be with them than anyone else. All Tony could do was grin and kiss her back on the lips, the kind of kiss you’d give your wife on your anniversary after you danced to the song played at your wedding while out to eat and celebrate. They were considered only kids in the eyes of society, but to themselves they were only a few days away from getting married, or maybe from telling their parents what they were really doing.
“I love you too Sara.” Tony said after the parted lips. He lay back on the couch and pulled her on top of him, Sara’s weight on top of him, the feeling of having her there was enough to keep him satisfied. She lay with her head on his chest, listening to his breathing, listening to his heart beat in time with hers, how they were in sync in every way. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight, her back popping with the light force he applied.
“Oh Tony that feels better now, my backs been hurting for a bit.” Sara sighed with relief at Tony’s unintentional cure for her bad back. He could feel her smile on his chest as she wiggled on top of him. He didn’t need to say anything, he knew that there were no words to describe how perfect this moment was, and instead just smiled himself and lay contently with his girl on him.
They must’ve fallen asleep, the last thing Tony remembered were the cartoon characters singing and dancing, the next thing was him being woken up by Sara being pulled off of him. His eyes snapped open to screaming and yelling as Sara’s mom screamed a string of obscenities and insults at him, while his dad stumbled through the door, yelling about how Sara was such a slut. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?” Tony yelled at the top of his lungs. He looked at Sara who had tears in her eyes, and was reaching for him. “LET HER GO RIGHT NOW.” He screamed at her mother, to which she loosened her grip to let Sara scramble away and go to him.
“You fucking SLUT!” Spat her mother at her. “Have you been fucking this bastard?” she slurred while pointing an accusing finger at Tony. The room was dead silent until Tony’s father slammed into the hallway on his way to the stairs.
“Looks like the whore runs in the family here.” He muttered while falling over himself to get to the bathroom. By now Sara was sobbing into Tony’s chest, shuddering from crying so hard, her breath coming in big gasps as she struggled to control herself. Tony couldn’t believe that in just a few moments his good thing had just been ripped from him, and torn to pieces. Sara wouldn’t stop crying, his dad was passed out halfway up the stairs, and Sara’s mom was barely standing scream at him and Sara. He pushed past her mom with Sara held close to him, avoided tripping over his father and hurried to Sara’s room pulling her along behind him.
The screaming had stopped as soon as Tony slammed the door hard enough to knock several wall hangings to the floor downstairs, Sara curled into the fetal position on her bed and cried softly to herself, Tony laid next to her and put his arm around her, trying to make her feel safe. It didn’t work, she sobbed softly as her mother stumbled past their door, mumbling about good for nothing kids, before crashing into her own room. “What did we do?” Sara asked when she was finally able to stop crying.
“I’m not sure Sara, but I’ll stay right here with you until everything calms down, I won’t ever leave you.” He whispered reassuringly into her ear, while stroking her hair softly, telling her that she had done nothing wrong, that it wasn’t her fault. He kept his arm around her and an eye on the door incase Sara’s mother decided to go postal again. Tony stayed awake for most of the night, keeping watch so Sara’s mom wouldn’t be able to start badgering her again, and for the most part it was quiet, until there was a knock on the door. Sara was in a deep sleep so Tony could slip away and answer it.
“Tony it’s me.” Came the gruff voice of his father. “We need to have a talk, man to man, alright, Sara’s mom is asleep, so it’s alright.” Tony covered Sara with her blanket and returned to open the door, standing behind it was his father and two policemen, and behind them all was Sara’s mom standing with her arms folded. The policeman on the left brushed past his father and grabbed Tony, pushed him against the wall flipping him around and cuffing his wrists behind his back. The other officer went to the bed and woke Sara up.
“Miss are you alright, has this boy taken advantage of you in her?” the officer questioned while they took Tony down the stairs and out to the car. Sara was confused and not able to comprehend what was going on and was mistaken for traumatized by dramatic events, they took her to the hospital for shock and a rape kit. Tony knew this wasn’t going to end well for him, that Sara’s mom had planned this whole thing, and his dad had helped her do it, he wasn’t really sure where to look for help, but watched as Sara was taken away in an ambulance, and he was taken to jail.
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