Page 3 of Claimed and Shamed

Chapter Two

Hudson

How the fuck did we get here?

I watch Stevie close the door behind her as she leaves my room and even after a year, I can’t believe where we are. Sawyer and my friendship is easy. He sees me for the person I am and not for the family I have. He has never cared that my family has money and his not so. But my relationship with Stevie is so much more complex than that.

She and I have hated each other since we were kids. We were both mean to each other and she often made snide comments, which just came off as her being a spoiled little brat. In fact, I often thought that she was the one who seemed as if she came from a wealthy family, because that was how all the girls in my parents’ circle seemed to act. I hated it so much. I hung out with Sawyer to get away from that lifestyle and she reminded just me of it all over again. I couldn’t understand how she could have developed such an attitude with the same parents as Sawyer had. The siblings had turned out so different from each other.

I was also jealous of Stevie and Sawyer’s family and their upbringing. I always had been. Their parents were so steadfastly loving and supportive of everything they did or wanted to do. My parents were and are the total opposite. I don’t think I ever heard the word “love” in my childhood, neither being used between my parents or said to me. Home is cold. My mother is a senator and my father is a lawyer for politicians. Their parents were the same, so it’s all rules, connections, and money. If something has nothing to do with those three things, then there is no place for it in my parents’ lives and they expect me to be the same way. They’ve never approved of anything I’ve done in my life, and I’m sure the only reason they allowed me to become friends with Sawyer was because our personalities complimented each other, and they saw he could be useful to them. Sawyer is a down-to-earth guy with big aspirations, and I am the rich bad boy that Sawyer has to keep out of trouble.

Even going to Michigan State with Sawyer isn’t good enough for them and their ridiculously high expectations. They would rather I had made good enough grades to get into an Ivy League college like Harvard. Frankly, I would jump off a bridge before I would let myself be forced to go to school with their crowd. Besides, there was no way I was going to a different college to Sawyer. We are best friends for life. Wherever he goes, I go and I know he would do the same for me. It’s been that way all our lives.

However, with Stevie? I thought our relationship would always be the way it has been, from the beginning. It wasn’t until high school that I felt something shift. We were still bickering and fighting, of course, but somehow she just wasn’t so annoying anymore. Sure, she was rebellious and feisty, but back then I didn’t have to worry about that side of her personality so much. Still, I heard a lot about it from Sawyer.

As for all the things I hated about her looks? She grew out of them. Her height started to suit her, she was all leg, which I loved, and her dark brunette hair grew down to her waist. Her icy-blue eyes were like staring into a clear sky on a bright sunny day and the more I stared at them, the more I never wanted to stop. I constantly scolded myself for looking at her too long, even if she didn’t notice, and thankfully she hardly noticed.

Once she started playing volleyball, I got to watch her curves fill out and that had to be my second favorite thing about her (her legs being the first). Her ass was out of this world; firm and – before I had ever touched it – I dreamed about the recoil I’d see rippling off it after a nice hard smack. With all the exercise of playing sports, her waist grew smaller and her breasts filled out, both from muscle growth and puberty. Before I knew it, and as much as I hated to admit it, the little annoying minx had become a stunner, and it had happened right before my very eyes.

I remember trying to tell Sawyer that I had a crush on Stevie, after we first got to Michigan State. This was before Stevie got a scholarship to join us.

***

“Stevie just sent me a video of one of her serves from her game on Friday! She’s such an amazing player; she’s going to go so far,” Sawyer said, showing me his phone. I looked over his shoulder. I remember thinking Stevie looked as amazing as ever and, while he was commenting on her sportsmanship, I couldn’t take my eyes off her physique. I watched the muscles tense on her lean body as she administered a perfect serve. I could feel my mouth drying and I cleared it.

“Do you miss her?” I asked, wondering if I should tell him.

“Every day, honestly. I know brothers are supposed to think their sisters are annoying and stuff, but you know – Stevie and I have always had a great relationship. It’s hard being away from her and not getting to see her every day.”

I let Sawyer vent a little and then we sat in silence. I decided to take a chance.

“You know…I kind of miss her too…in a weirdly annoying kind of way.”

“Bro, what?! You must have hit your head or something, because there’s no way you just said you missed my sister. Not after you guys have hated each other’s guts your whole lives,” Sawyer laughed. He slapped my shoulder in complete disbelief. I’d figured he would have this reaction. Well, wouldn’t anyone?

“No, man. I mean it. Maybe I liked the bickering a little bit. You sure as hell don’t fight with me.” I laughed with him and punched him back.

“Yeah, right! You’ve got to be kidding me!”

I wasn’t kidding. But I couldn’t just tell him outright that I couldn’t stop thinking about his little sister on her knees, holding my cock inside her mouth and begging me to fuck her.

***

The first year away from Stevie was fun initially, new college, new girls. Sawyer and I got really wild, with parties every weekend, and drinking and fucking all types of girl. In fact, we had even shared some girls as well. Sawyer knew the type of shit I was into, because he had seen it firsthand.

***

“Come on you bitch, take these dicks!” I was pounding into this hot blonde chick with huge tits and a beautiful, slim, tight stomach. She was lying on her back, her head hanging off the side of the bed with Sawyer’s cock buried deep in her throat. I could see the imprint on her neck as he face fucked her.

“Hey man, cool it on the language.” Sawyer is always the nice guy, but I didn’t give a fuck.

“No it’s okay, I kind of like it…” I had completely forgotten her name, but she was smirking at me and clearly she didn’t care either.

“See? This bitch loves it.” I kept ramming my dick into her, causing her legs to start trembling. I could see that Sawyer was close, too, because his body was stiffening.

“Take it all.”

I grunted as I exploded in her. I felt all my cum fill her insides and I watched Sawyer throw his head back as he squirted his down her throat. She sounded as if she was choking a bit, but I watched her swallow every drop, as I felt her walls tighten around my cock, milking me dry.