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I wrenched my hand from his arm and hit out at him with my keys, my swing wild and panicky. My fist landed in his face with a satisfying crunching sound, but he turned and knocked me on my ass. I saw the men from the corner store coming closer.
“Can we get a turn after?” one of them drawled.
The stringy-haired man drew back his fist and I put my hands over my head to protect myself, but the blow never came.
I looked up to see Torin there, his fist knocking the other man back so hard that he stumbled against the opposite wall. Then Torin struck out with his heavy work boots, kicking the man in the face so he crumpled to the ground and began to make a low keening noise of pain.
He eyed the men from the corner store, but they were already backing away at the sight of my brother.
“Come,” he said, taking my elbow and steering me toward the car. I made no resistance, darting my eyes back and forth, but nobody approached us. Torin walked me to the passenger side and lifted me into the truck. Then he took my keys and walked around to the other side.
I breathed a sigh of relief as he spun the truck around and we headed away.
“Laoise, I told you not to come here,” Torin said, his eyes like chipped stone. “I told you it was too dangerous.”
I couldn’t stop looking at his arms, the corded muscles flexing as his hand moved from the steering wheel to the stick shift. Even though I could smell a bite of fall in the air, today he was only wearing a T-shirt and I could see the broad width of those shoulders and the effortless strength of those arms. I remembered how he had held me up, fucked me against the wall, and I forced my eyes away.
So I didn’t realize what was about to happen until it was too late.
He suddenly pulled off on an industrial side street and parked the truck.
“What are we doing here?” I asked, and when I heard my brother unclick his seatbelt it dawned on me.
My fingers fumbled for my own, and then the door to the truck, but I was too slow. Torin grabbed me by the front of my shirt and dragged me into the backseat with him. I kicked and slapped at him the whole way back, but my brother was nothing if not efficient.
When we got to the back, he put one knee on the seat and braced his other leg on the floor. Then he flipped me over his knee, sending me face-first into the seat with my ass in the air.
“Laoise Reilly, you could have gotten hurt. You need a little reminder not to do that again.”
“God, Torin!” I gasped in rage. “Don’t even think about it!”
He only put one hand firmly on my back, grinding my head into the seat and my cunt into his thigh.
“Oh yes, baby girl,” he growled. “I am going to thrash this ass. Don’t let me catch you doing this again.”
With his other hand, he yanked down my leggings.
I opened my mouth to protest again, but I felt the first spanking land on my ass. It stung like hell.
“Ouch, damn!” I squealed, wiggling my legs and trying to grab the door handle to get out.
There wasn’t that much space in the backseat, but there was apparently enough room for Torin to get plenty of wind-up, because I heard the whistle of air and his next blow felt like I’d been shot in the ass.
My wiggling began to get wilder as I rocked my hips, trying to escape the blows.
“Nice try, sister,” he said. “You’re going to be bent over my knee until I’m good and done with you.”
My fury gave way to dismay as his hand landed hard blows tirelessly on my ass.
“Lele, your ass looks amazing when you wiggle it like that, but I don’t plan to stop until you can’t sit down for a week.”
“Let me go, you psycho!” I wailed, pressing my cunt into his thigh, trying to get some wiggle room to escape.
But I only heard his low chuckle. “Behave for your psycho brother, then. Because this is going to happen every time you put yourself in danger.”
My wiggling and grinding weren’t doing anything to help me escape from Torin, but it was grinding my cunt into the hard muscles of his thighs, and I realized it was making me uncomfortably wet and heated.
“Oh, this is a nice red ass, Lele,” my asshole brother said appreciatively, pausing for a moment to admire his work.
