Thread: Family Ties - [Google & Solvi]

Catalina Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. She held her pencil between her slender fingers and ticked it against her desk in mild boredom. Class was nearly over, young Catalina had completed her homework, passed the test with flying colors, and was now waiting until she could finally go home. Today was one of those rare afternoons that she would have the house to herself, and she intended it to make good use of it! A whole afternoon without her half-brother.. she breathed a soft sigh in relief. After their father passed and her mother vanished, young Catalina went from being the obedient straight A student to a rebellious young teenager. Her brother pushed her relentlessly made sure she stayed on the straight and narrow, made sure she kept her GPA up, made sure he knew where she was and with who she was with. She dealt with her grief differently, lashing out to Vincent, staying up late, smoking, constantly trying to push her half-brothers buttons. She had been close to him once, when she was younger. She had looked up to him, adored him, even. But, the age gap had proven to be too much, and when she was orphaned, well.. Catalina drifted away even further. The bell rung, and the sound of scuffling feet and chairs burst out from the classroom. She moved through the crowd effortlessly, possessing a grace that was natural to her family and heritage. Her school uniform clung to her comfortably, long slender legs disappearing in a plaid skirt, followed by a simple white blouse and a blazer emblazoning her high schools logo. As she waded through the crowd, a boy ran up to her and lazily draped his arm around her shoulders. Catalina snuggled into the embrace, breathing in her newest boyfriends scent. Jonathan! she exclaimed, beaming a smile up at him, her bright, almond shaped eyes gazing up at him. Hey there babe, what are you up to this afternoon?. Catalina shook her head in response Vincents out until dinner, as always on Thursday, so I intend to take a long bath! Jonathan pulled her in close, grinning into her soft, auburn curls. Am I invited? came the leer. Catalina laughed and pushed him away playfully. Are you kidding me? If Vincent catches you, hes not going to be pleased! Jonathan made a face, halfway between annoyed and angry. Catalina gave him another playful shove. Soon hell be called away on business or whatever and then maybe we can have a sleepover. The thought alone made her blush, and Jonathan looked as if he was out to burst out into dance. She unlocked the door to their apartment, threw her bag into the corner and stretched her arms high above her as she walked straight to the kitchen. She was going to make herself a tall glass of lime lemonade, grab her book and soak in the tub for hours. Or at least until Vincent would come home, she mused as she walked to the fridge. Her eyes spotted something on the counter, and she took the small note between her fingers. Home late. Order take out. Vincent. For a moment, she could do nothing but stand still and let the information process. Then, Catalina sprinted to her bag, fished out her phone and dialed the one person who she wanted to spend the evening with. Hey baby! Guess what? It looks like my brother will be out tonight after all, do you wanna come over?. When she heard his response, a grin broke out, curling along her full lips. She was in her final year of high school, all her friends had already boasted about losing their V-card, and Catalina.. well.. Catalina was horribly inexperienced. This was going to change, tonight! She was sure of it. She was not going to graduate at 17 without having any experience. Tonight, though, tonight was going to be amazing! Jonathan would come over, they would sit on the couch, turn on a scary movie and then completely forget about it. Vincent would never approve, but the note probably meant he was not coming home until after shed fallen asleep. Giddily, Catalina started making preparations. She brushed her teeth, did her hair, made sure she looked perfect for Jonathan. She kept her school uniform on, Jonathan had once said to her that she looked sexy in it. His lips were sloppy on hers, excited like a young puppy. The mental image made Catalina laugh, breaking the kiss for a moment and resting a hand upon Jonathans chest. Her own was rising and falling rapidly, excitedly. Her blazer had been discarded somewhere, and she was sitting on the couch with her boyfriend, her legs intertwined with his, the top few buttons of her blouse having come undone. His hands were.. well.. the cause of Catalinas furious blush. Her wide green eyes gazed up at Jonathan, and she could feel him starting to get slightly agitated. Cmon babe.. He growled low under his breath, his palm brushed against her breast through the fabric of her blouse. Another low chuckle, almost a purr, came from her throat. If my brother finds out.. Jonathan scoffed Let him. I love you babe, this feels so right. Catalinas heart fluttered as she watched him, and for a moment they simply gazed into each others eyes before she nodded, slowly, smiling shyly up at him. Okay. That was all the encouragement he needed. His hand opened the mid-button of her blouse and his hand delved inside, fingers instantly curling over her right nipple and squeezing. His lips went to hers again, and suddenly she could feel Jonathans fingers twist, and young Catalina gasped in surprise and arousal. Vincent Dinner on Thursdays wasn't just out for dinner on a Thursday. Of course inner would usually be picked up at some point but it was about more then just grabbing some good Italian from one of the finer restaurants in the city. When Vincent Adessi told his kid sister that he and his business associates were out getting dinner Thursday nights they were usually supervising an shipment coming in. Sometimes guns, sometimes young ladies to work in a variety of business that were owned throughout the city, and more often then not drugs and money. Vincent and his associates were a part of one of the oldest businesses that had ever existed, since people had first started to live together in primitive towns and villages there had always been groups of people who existed to ensure that things got taken care of, that certain undesirable elements were kept out, and that those who wanted something that was a little harder to come by could get it as quickly as possible... though never for as cheap as was possible. Crime was always going to exist, it was a part of society and in many ways a product of society, but Vincent was of the opinion that if there was going to be crime it might as well be organized, let the people who had some simple standards remain on the top rather then letting some filthy animals murder their way on up the ladder before being put down themselves. The day had started out as so many of them did, he had woken up around the same time that Catalina did, saw her off to school, made sure that she had a lunch packed, and then after a cup of coffee and an good breakfast he was off to work himself. Of course most days at work weren't very difficult, he ran the high end strip club that the Family owned and also managed an Asian massage parlor just down the street for the guys who couldn't kick out enough cash to pay for one of the special private dances that were off menu. The club really just made an excellent front, plenty of cash only business made laundering money rather easy and plenty of private rooms for meetings that weren't being listened in on. The side perks were of course fantastic, the new talent usually had to 'audition' for him before they got the job and if they wanted to keep the prime shifts they had to work hard to keep them. In the past twelve years since the death of his father Vincent had not only taken his old mans position in the family trade but had also become his half sisters legal guardian. He had been the one to see her off to her first day of first grade, made sure she had new clothes every school year and was always fed and cared for... and most importantly he did his best to keep her away from the family business. He knew the rumors would reach her no matter what he did but he always made sure that his work was kept away from her life. Things had been well for quite a while but in the past few years she had started to act out, he knew that she was smoking and had more then once caught her sneaking out but he kept an eye on her as best he could... maybe he was a little bit over protective from time to time but he always told himself that it was for her own good. There was more to it then that though, he didn't know how well she remembered it but Vincent remembered rather well, her mom had up and 'left' when she was about two years old and Vincent was only fourteen... but she looked a lot like her mom. Hell once upon a time he had jacked off to the thought of his young step mother, having quite a perverse little crush on her... many of the young women he dated seemed to look like her as well. Never was it anything so obvious that it could be called a mirror image but there were usually features, the small and slim bodies, the color of the hair, perhaps even the eyes... he would only let Catalina meet them when the relationships were new though, when the young women were relatively unchanged rather then towards the end when he had ruined them, fucking them so hard and so often that they were little more then cock hungry sluts by the end of it. That night was supposed to be a large shipment arriving a little later then expected which would take longer to process and move out for distribution... but about half way through the day Vincent got word that the shipment was well ahead of schedule and after a few minutes of hectic calls being made to ensure everyone arrived on time. Then it was a few hours of work, unloading the truck, examine the merchandise, then put the items onto different trucks and into different cars to get it out to buyers. Vincent himself got a small bag of coke for his own personal use and with the days business done sooner then expected he decided to call it quits. Maybe he would get home before Catalina ordered any food for dinner and he could surprise her with dinner, see if perhaps he could do something to stem the gap between them. So on the way back home there was just a quick stop off at a pizza place that she had loved when she was younger, picking up some calzones and soda for dinner and then just the last few blocks to their apartment. The front door was unlocked though, something that disappointed Vincent because no one might be willing to break into his place but it was still a habit that he had taught his sister better then doing. This could of course quickly devolve into an argument if he wasn't careful about how he dealt with the problem but he took a deep breath to calm himself and made his way into the apartment. Catalina... dinner was canceled! He called out as he was entering and turning to lock the door behind him. I picked up some food for us on the way home so I hope you didn't order anything... It was at that point that he was moving down the hall towards the kitchen, past the small living room they had and there on the couch... his younger sister with some jackass laying on top of her with his hand in her blouse. Catalina Her heartbeat was thundering in her ears, blocking out any sound as Jonathan's rough hand pushed at her. It was more the rush of being touched than the actual touch itself that made her cheeks deepen in a crimson red color, that made her breath go faster, that made her stomach coil and oh gods it felt so good to be close to someone. His tongue was rough on hers, too much, too deep, but Catalina let him continue. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered, but then, she noticed something was wrong. She tried to break the kiss, but Jonathan wouldn't let her. Jonaah! a small gasp, a hitch in her breath, an obvious sign of her arousal. His lips were on hers again, his hand drifted down, to the edge of her skirt. Jonath, stop.. I.. Her eyes fluttered open as her boyfriend's head disappeared in her neck. Before he could bite her, her eyes focused, and found Vincent standing there. The sharp sound of distress was enough to make Jonathan stop, following by the agonizing word that dropped from her lips. Vincent?! Wh.. She pushed Jonathanoff her quickly, tried to get his hands off her, her lips red and swollen, her hair tousled. She couldn't drag her eyes away from Vincent, even as she pushed Jonathan back in his seat. She had heard the rumors, she knew her half-brother was involved in some shady business, as was their father. Catalina did not know the scope of it, obviously, but she had seen Vincent angry once.. maybe twice.. Never at her, but whenever he got a phonecall she was not supposed to overhear, a 'business' that went wrong.. she had seen the look in his eyes, the way his fists and jaw clenched. But he had no right to be angry! This was her home too, she could do whatever she wanted to. Suddenly, her fear evaporated, and her eyes narrowed slightly at her brother. Jonathan, I think you should go. The boy seemed far too uncomfortable, trying to hide the obvious bulge in his jeans, whilst Catalina tried to straighten her skirt and blouse. She wasn't aware that she was almost showing a scandalous amount of skin and flesh to her brother, no less, Her fingers hastily went to button her blouse, before she got up off the couch. Jonathan, in the meantime, held up his hands towards Catalina's half-brother. Sorry man, no disrespect. he wore the typical jock grin, not realizing he was the mouse in the tiger's cage. Catalina, however, knew. Jonathan, you have to leave. I'll show you out. But her eyes were on Vincent. She did not want to let Jonathan see her shout at her brother, but she was going to tell him that she had rights just as well as he did! Catalina gave Jonathan a push towards the hallway, needing to pass Vincent on their way, and Jonathan wrapped his arm around Catalina's waist with a hazy grin of someone who knew he was close to scoring. Vincent Vincent had a nasty temper, oh just like his business he always worked to hide it from Caitlin, to avoid letting her see his darker side, to hide the violence that was always just within a moment of being unleashed. When he had started off in the business he had needed to prove himself, his fathers status had given him a head start in setting himself off but he had still worked his way up from near the bottom. Everyone did time as a leg breaker, everyone spent time roughing up the people who wouldn't pay up what they owed or were opposing important things that needed to go through properly. More then one person had disappeared into a deep river after a visit from Vincent, a few bullets to the chest of a sharp knife in the neck doing away with a possible problem before became too much to handle. He had that same gun on him right then, a simple nine millimeter Sig that might not be as big or scary as others but had the benefit of more rounds and a great deal of reliability. He could pull it out right then, just put a few into the chest of the young idiot who was trying to hard to hide his erection, the punk who had been feeling up his sister and still, even as she was leading him to the door couldn't keep his hands off of her or that stupid smile from his face... And his sister, oh he had taken care of her and seen her in some state of undress many times over the years but never so much flesh in a very long time, an urge that he had long been trying to repress was being woken up and like a landslide or a hurricane... a inevitable force of nature that could not be denied or held back any longer... that same lust mingling with the rage that he felt as his jaw clenched and his fists tightened. As they were passing them he moved, a quick shove separating Catalina from her would be boyfriend, shoving her back towards the couch. He wanted them apart, his years of hard work, keeping his body fit, his slim frame far stronger then anyone would believe possible if they didn't see him out of the suit that he currently wore. There wasn't even a moments pause between that shove and what came next though... In an instant he was on Johnathan, a hand dipping into a pocket to slip on a pair of heavy brass knuckles and then that same fist crashing into Johnathan's back, right into that suite spot where the kidneys sat to drop the younger man to his knees. You come into my house? He hissed, his voice cold and eyes narrowed. Into my home and start feeling up my sister, grinding your cock into her thigh like a dog that needs to be neutered. A heavy over handed punch to his jaw, followed up by a kick to the ribs. You not only disrespect me but you disrespect her you little fucking cunt. His black hair, normally so carefully combed into place had started to come loose as he moved, his eyes like two chips of ice obscured by the dark strands. Kneeling down now he gripped Johnathan's hair, lifting him so he could look him in the eyes. I could kill you now. He sneered. If I wanted too then I could just make you disappear and no one would ever bat an eye... the cops in this town wouldn't even bother looking if word came down that you had pissed me off. Another blow to the face, this time aiming to break his nose, blood spurting. You live because cleaning you up would be a pain in the ass. Vincent told him as he got to his feet, another rough kick, this one between his legs. Now get the fuck out of here and if you ever even look at my sister again I will not be so merciful. Catalina The shove came sudden and unexpectedly, yelping loudly as her body fell back into the couch. it all happened so fast, her brother a blur Jonathan nothing but a ragdoll in his hands. Her tongue was caught in her throat as she watched her boyfriend crumble to the floor, making sounds no human should make. The cries in agony were enough to make her cry involuntarily, tears springing to her eyes as she heard Jonathan's ribs crack and break. Then, finally, she found her voice and felt her strength return to her weak limbs. She bolted out of her sprawled position, closed the distance between her, Vincent and the now moaning, crying, wreck of a Jonathan. She stood between her half-brother and the mess that was Jonathan, pressing her hands against Vincent's chest, looking up at him. Her face was flushed, both out of fear and in anger. What the fuck do you think you're doing! Her voice sounded less steady than the words she spoke. Her eyes, wide, frightful, betrayed how she really felt. Catalina had never seen Vincent act this way before, he hurt Jonathan, the jock of the school, as if it was nothing. Jonathan, leave. Jonathan moaned in response, squirmed, cried pitifully, and Catalina briefly wondered what she had seen in him. She pushed back the flicker of a thought, and repeated herself. Jonathan, leave, now. I'll deal with this. Jonathan finally, finally seemed to get the message, and he slowly picked himself up from the floor. With a grunt and a whimper, he hobbled to the door with a limp. The door closed behind him, Catalina watched him leave, before she turned her attention back to Vincent. Anger exploded in her chest, and she gave her brother a shove. What the hell is your problem?! You can't just go around beating my boyfriend up! How dare you?! Vincent Johnathan might have been strong, in fact when Vincent took a moment to look at him he realized that he was probably really fucking other her schools football team this season... but his strength was entirely meaningless against what he faced. Vincent was at least as strong as he was and he was used to using his strength in an entirely different way, he was used to putting his strength to the task of causing pain, breaking bones, ruining someone as completely as possible. The crack of breaking ribs from the kick did nothing at all to burn off some of the rage that Vincent felt, neither did the knowledge that his first punch would likely have the young man pissing blood. Maybe if Johnathan had tried to stay, tried to stand up to him and maybe argue that he wanted to protect his girlfriend then Vincent could have slightly respected him but he was instead just hobbling towards the door like the coward he was. Your boyfriend? He sneered as his younger sister shoved him, barely rocked back by all the anger that she was displaying, his arms hanging at his side but his brass knuckles slipped back into the pocket. With the most obvious outlet for his anger gone but the rage still burning in him his sister was playing a dangerous game. Still he attempted to calm himself, forcing the anger back, reigning it in so that it could be controlled, this however only left a void that was quickly filled with the lust that had struck him when he had seen her in the state of undress the Johnathan had gotten her into, the exposed flesh had affected him and only now that he was working to avoid seeing red was it really starting to be evident to him. As his gaze fell across Catalina he couldn't help but undress her with his mind, removing the clothing, even what he hadn't been able to see was soon rushing through his mind, ideas, cravings, and urges so long suppressed wouldn't be ignored anymore. That little asshole just wanted to fuck you so he could add another little mark to his head board. He half growled at her, stepping closer to her, the distance between them negligible now, he was practically pressing himself against her and he could even feel just the slightest hint of her breasts brushing against his chest. Are you so desperate for a screw that you are just going to settle for the first guy who smiles at you and calls you pretty? He asked, sneering at her, the anger still there and so close to the surface but the lust was more important. Reaching out, as quickly as when he had attacked Johnathan, he grabbed her blouse and quickly ripped it open, buttons flying across the room where they clattered against the walls. Is this how you want someone to treat you Catalina? He asked as he gazed down at her now uncovered flesh with even more hunger then before. You just need someone to bend you over and fuck your cunt?