Chapter One
Banging Barbie - X
My family and I had spent two months in Italy through the Christmas and New Year’s holiday. It was cool. I spent a shit ton of time with the cutest little brunette on the planet. Bella, my niece.
“Uncle Xavier would you play Barbie’s with me?”
“No.”
The bottom lip pops out, the eyes widen, and she digs deep inside, trying to muster up tears.
“By no, I mean not right now Little Bell. I was thinking you and I could go outside for a walk.”
Yeah she could get me to do anything, including playing Barbie’s. She loved them damn things. Her father, my brother Jase, thought it was hysterical that I was playing Barbie’s. He would stand behind her so she couldn’t see him and point at me and laugh.
When she skipped off to grab some new outfits for the fashion show we would be putting on, I told the fucker if he didn’t shut up I was gonna show her what Barbie and Ken do when she’s asleep. I made plastic Ken bend Barbie over the plastic bed and bang her in her plastic ass.
He laughed and said, “You wouldn’t dare.”
Then his pregnant wife, Carly, walks in the room and catches me making plastic Barbie toss plastic Ken’s plastic salad and she gets all pissed off and storms out of the room, catching Bella as she’s skipping back in with a handful of pink gowns.
My brother Cyrus was always looking at his fiancée, Tara, like he’s holding his breath because it hurts too much to breathe when she isn’t perched on his lap. And Tara looks at him like the fucking sun revolves around him. She smiles all the damn time.
Zandor and his girl couldn’t stay with us because he just couldn’t keep his hands off of her and she knows it too. Bekah plays him so well. I thought he was a big pussy, until the day I stopped over to the place they were rebuilding together.
Momma’s childhood house on a small vineyard. Hadn’t been lived in for at least twenty years. It was brick from ceiling to floor. The bones were great and all but with very few windows in much of the house it looked like a damn dungeon.
I stopped by to see if they wanted to go out. Walked right in, because that’s what family does. I found Bekah in leather, blind folded, gagged, and tied to the dining room wall.
My first instinct was to save her from whatever twisted bastard it was that had done that to her. I was pretty sure my brother was dead somewhere on the property so I stepped back against the wall in the hallway trying to come up with a plan to save Bekah, kill the fuck who did this to her, and then look for Zandor’s body.
Then I saw Zandor walk in the room shirtless, carrying a bowl of strawberries.
“You’ve been a good little kitten…” He began.
“What the fuck is going on here?” I yelled.
It didn’t even make him flinch. He laughed and stood in front of her shielding her from my eyes.
“Should’ve called first X.”
I left pissed and went back to the rented vacation house. It was ten o’clock at night when I walked into the dark and looked around. I walked down the hall towards my room and heard soft purrs as I walked past Jase’s room and stopped for a second.
“You’re not gonna hurt the baby Jase. Stop being ridiculous and just fuck me like you use to. Please.”
I kept walking. I passed Cyrus’s room and the same shit was going on.
“Yes, oh yes Cyrus, oh God I love you!”
I had enough of this shit. I walked into my room and flopped down on the bed and right onto something sharp.
“Fuck!” I rolled over and saw the cause of my pain. Plastic Barbie.
It’s never a good day when naked Barbie was looking good. Even worse when you ran your thumb over her plastic tits and got hard. Worse yet, when you set her on the nightstand, take off your pants and started jerking off.
I wrapped my hand around my cock, hard. I was pissed and I pumped it while I looked at Barbie’s tits, thought of Bekah all tied up, replayed Carly’s begging voice in my head, and Tara’s moans. I pulled the ring at the end of my cock to add more feeling to the painful pumping that I was doing. I was gonna come fast, it had been weeks. Fucking weeks, I thought as I pumped my hard cock faster and faster.