Chapter 14: Dealing with Lizzie

Fiona looked at her brother - for once he looked rattled and that wasn't like him at all. In all the time she had known him he had been so self-assured and confident, not cocky, arrogant or big-headed but definitely confident. It shook her to see him like this and she knew she had to do whatever she could to help resolve the situation.

"She won't let it drop, Gavin. At worst she thinks she's in love with you and at best she has a serious infatuation," she said.

"You're not helping, Fi. What am I going to do?" Gavin asked.

"Well I'm pretty sure you're not going to kill her. Trying to ignore her will only make things worse, I know, because you tried that with me for years. I think the only thing left to try is to befriend her so that she doesn't share your secret with anybody else," suggested Fiona.

There was one other possibility that she had thought of, but she wasn't going to share that with her brother at this stage.

"What exactly do you mean by 'befriend her'?" Gavin asked, his senses prickling.

"Well, she's not going to be satisfied with some kind of half-hearted relationship, I know that much. How far you'll need to take it is difficult to say though, you might need to take it all the way," Fiona cautioned.

"No! How can you just sit there and say that? How can you calmly suggest I have a sexual relationship with someone else?" Gavin demanded.

"I'm not suggesting for minute that I'm happy about the idea! When you think about the alternative - you being in prison for a very long time - it seems like the least worst option!" Fiona snapped.

Gavin shook his head in disbelief.

"Anyway, why are you complaining? She's cute, most boys would be happy to have someone like her throwing themselves at them!" Fiona added.

"Fi, I love you not anybody else, I love you!" he snapped in reply.

Gavin resisted for two more days, days that he didn't go to any classes to ensure he didn't have to face Lizzie if she came looking for him.

He did meet with the representatives of the marketing companies, but his attention wasn't really focussed. Fortunately he had insisted Fiona meet with them too - she was after all the artistic one in the family. It was largely her who chose the best pitch and agreed what would be produced by way of a promotional booklet for St Mungo's Heights. She was able to discuss options quite knowledgeably and felt that the final product would serve its purpose well.

Eventually the constant stress of waiting for the hammer to fall, of jumping every time he imagined the police were at the door, wore him down. Gavin knew he had to do something. Even his Sensei had noticed how distracted and out of sorts he was at the dojo - the one place he always felt centred.

As to what it was that he was going to do, he couldn't think of any ideas and he wasn't even considering what Fiona had come up with. He knew he wouldn't be proud of himself for basically stringing Lizzie along, but he needed to come up with something, his continued liberty depended on it.

DI MacIntosh was sitting at the back of Glasgow's High Court. In the dock were two of the O'Reilly gang, on trial for one of the tit-for-tat shootings that had erupted some weeks before. Drew often took the time to see judgement passed on cases he was familiar with.

"One day soon I'll have the vigilante up there in the dock, one day soon, I fucking promise myself that!"

Fraser had noticed that Cullen was taking it much easier on him. He believed the gang boss had admitted to himself that Fraser had been right all along. The leak of details about the vigilante had done nothing to help them find him, but instead had led to copycat attacks.

Fraser managed to get away again and drove to his spot. Three hours later there was still no sign of what he came here to see - but it was sometimes like that and he wasn't worried. He'd still had the hours to himself to think through his position inside the Cullen clan once more. Increasingly, he didn't like the conclusions he was coming to.

Fiona had tried to be around the apartment as much as possible over the past few days, worried about her darling brother and determined to be there for him as he had been there for her when she needed him most. She tried to relieve his stress the only way she knew how - by enticing him into making love to her.

Tonight she planned to get a little inventive, a little bit more adventurous. Tonight she thought she might make use of one of the whirlpool baths as part of her mission to help Gavin relax, with a little bit of herself thrown in too of course.

She had brought a range of oils and salts with her from home and Gavin was going to get the full treatment. Fiona didn't say anything about her plans when she arrived at the apartment and simply let Gavin offload for a while.

"Fi, I can't go on like this, I'm climbing the bloody walls. I've decided I need to tackle things head on," said Gavin.

Fiona knew that he would eventually realise this, so she wasn't surprised.

"It's a bit of a no-brainer, bro. I've already told you what you'll need to do, you just need to get your head round it," Fiona replied.

"I said I've decided I need to tackle it, Fi, not that I was going to run with your crazy idea. I'm afraid you're stuck with me sis!"

Fiona just smiled to herself, she thought she knew better. Gavin caught the smirk and started to get quite annoyed at the way Fiona was apparently driving him towards Lizzie. He was still young, inexperienced and didn't have the first idea of how women's minds worked. Twenty years later he would tell himself the same thing.

Gavin watched Fiona get up and head towards the bedroom. When she didn't indicate he should join her, he decided to try and rustle up something for her to eat. Moments later he heard the taps running and guessed she had decided to make use of the whirlpool bath while she was here.

Five minutes or so later Fiona re-appeared and took his hand, pulling him towards the back of the apartment and the en suite.

"You need to relax more, bro. I've drawn you a nice bath and I'm going to wash your back for you."

When they entered the bathroom, Gavin took in the various smells and the tea-lights burning around the bath. The whirlpool was running at its lowest setting and he had to admit it looked inviting. Fiona began to slowly unbutton his shirt and then unsnapped his jeans, letting them drop to the floor. Gavin stepped out of them and felt Fi's hands pulling down his boxers.

Once she had him naked, Fiona led him over to the bath and urged him to get in. The temperature was just right for Gavin and he sighed with pleasure as he sank into the water.

"What are the smells?" he asked.

"The burner has got Lavender oil in it and the bath salts match," Fiona answered, "Lavender is supposed to be good for relaxing. Just don't turn the whirlpool up to high or the salts will foam up too much."

Gavin closed his eyes and let his body soak up the heat from the water. He felt movement as Fiona slid onto the ledge of the bath behind him. Fingers started to massage his neck and shoulder muscles, easing the tension he hadn't even realised was there. He groaned his appreciation.

"Oh, that's good, Fi, it feels great."

"You're so tight, bro. You're going to have to realise that having a relationship with Lizzie is the only way to sort this out. The sooner you do and act on it the better, you can't continue to stress out like this."

"Mmmmmm, oh, press a little harder there, yes right there, ahhhh. You know, I wish you'd stop going on about Lizzie, Fi. It wouldn't be very nice to strike up a relationship with her just to buy her silence. That seems, oh I don't know, kind of shallow, you know?"

Gavin felt Fiona's legs slip into the bath behind him and he turned to look at her. Somehow the little minx had managed to shed her own clothes and she was now perched on the edge of the bath, facing him in all her glory.

"Mmmm, why would I even think about another woman when I've got all this to look forward to? You are so beautiful, sis. You know I love you."

Fiona was pleased, she knew she would never tire of hearing him say those words. Women are single-minded creatures however; they're also deceptively tough and are willing to endure a lot to keep the man of their choice safe. Fiona was convinced that sharing Gavin was the only way she could keep him out of jail and if that's what it took, she was more than willing to make that sacrifice.

"This isn't about love, bro. This is about liberty and whether we'll be able to share moments like these into the future. A fat lot of good you're going to be to me if you're banged up in Barlinnie Prison! Just be nice to the girl, she might not even want to go too far," Fiona said.

Gavin's annoyance re-surfaced. She just wouldn't leave it alone and it was getting under his skin.

"Are you really sure you want me to do this to Lizzie?"

As he asked the question he began to kiss and trail his tongue along the inside of her left thigh.

"Are you sure, sis?"

His tongue and lips teased their way down the inside of her right thigh. Gavin heard Fiona's breath catch in her throat and her legs spread just a little more in invitation.

"What about here, sis? Are you okay with the idea of my tongue licking Lizzie's little pussy instead of yours, licking her like this?"

Gavin was in no mood to prolong the gentle treatment. Fiona's persistence about Lizzie rankled and he was trying to teach her a lesson now. His tongue plunged into her steaming sex and he lashed upwards, not sparing her clit.

"Aaahhhhhhhh, uuggghhhhhh!" Fiona gasped.

"Would it be okay for me to play with her clit, sis?"

Gavin didn't wait for an answer, he took Fiona's hard little nub between his teeth and nipped it quite hard several times.

"Oh god, aaaaiiieeeee, aaaaiiieeeee!"

Gavin could feel the amount of lubrication Fiona was producing, as it flooded his nose and mouth. She was always responsive, but this felt more than normal, there was far more of her musky juice than he could ever remember. He lashed his tongue across her pleasure bud again and again, holding her thighs down as she bucked under his assault.

"Yes, bro, yeesssss, eat me, lick me, lick meeeeee!"

Gavin thought she was enjoying it too much. His intention was to teach her a lesson, not get her off. He pulled back from her slit abruptly and rose onto his knees.

"Is this what you want, is it sis, is this what you want? Do you want me to stick my hard cock into Lizzie instead of you? That's what you're asking me to do isn't it? You're asking me to fuck Lizzie, aren't you? Do you want me to fuck her just like this?"

Gavin rammed himself up to the hilt in one violent thrust.

"Yeesss, oh god, oh god, yeeessss!" cried Fiona.

Her reaction was so violent that Gavin began to wonder if his minx of a sister wasn't just a little turned on by the thought of him with the other girl.

"Is that it, Fi? Do you want me to fuck her? Do you? Tell me dammit. Do you want me to slam my cock into her juiced up little pussy, is that it?"

He hit a fast rhythm, banging into her harder than he ever had before, forcing her back against the wall behind the bath.

"Yes, bro, yeeess, yeeesss, do it, fuck her!" moaned Fiona.

Gavin was stunned. His kinky little sister was getting off on the idea of him fucking Lizzie.

"So, you do want me to fuck her. Do you want me to pin her to the bed and ride her hard? Like this?" he demanded.

Despite their position, Gavin increased the pace and strength of his strokes until he was pistoning into Fiona as hard as he could. He felt her shudder violently under him and she let out a loud wail as she came, almost as quickly as she had the first time they had been together.

"Aaaahhhhh, aaaaahhhhh, aaaiiiieeeeee!"

Gavin was so shocked by Fiona's admission that his mind was focussed on that and not on his own pleasure. As a result he knew he wasn't even close to cumming yet and he continued to stroke through his sister's orgasm.

"Why do you want me to fuck Lizzie, sis? Why? Do you just get off on the idea or is it something else? Maybe you want to watch me pushing my hard cock into her, eh? Maybe you want to watch your brother fucking little Lizzie, is that it?"

"Yes, oh god yes. Yes I want to watch you do it, I want to watch you fuck her, yeeesssss!"

Gavin could feel Fiona's vaginal muscles gripping him fiercely as he continued to drive into her repeatedly.

"God, you are a minx! You want to watch me fucking her, slamming my cock into her just like I'm doing to you now. You want to watch her scraping the skin off of my back, hear her screaming as she cums for me. You want to be there. You want to stare at my cock driving in and out of her pussy, battering her clit and driving her wild. You want me to take her, own her, make her mine don't you!"

"Oh god yes, do it bro, take her, take her, fuck her!"

"Wait a minute. You said she was pretty and then you said she was cute. Maybe it's more than just watching. Maybe you want to do her yourself! Do you? Is that it sis, do you want to do it? Do you want to fuck Lizzie? Do you?"

It was as if he had lit a firecracker. Fiona squealed and thrust her pelvis forward to smash into his forward thrust.

"Yeeessssssssssss, fuck yeeessssssssssssssssssss, oh god, oh fuck, yeessssssssssssssssssssssss!"

The mental picture that provided Gavin was more than he could take and he felt himself shooting almost painfully, deep inside his sister. He threw his head back and howled as his cream fired over and over again.

Gavin was exhausted and slid down into the bath. Fiona slid into the water and rested her head against his shoulder as they both tried to recover their senses. At last Gavin pulled back to look at his sister. Fiona blushed as she worried about what he would think of her admissions.

"That was so hot! You know, you are pretty kinky for a sixteen-year-old. Where in the name of hell did all this come from?" he asked.

Fiona shook her head to indicate she didn't want to talk about it.

"Uh uh, no way are you avoiding answering this one, sis. Out with it, what was that all about you little minx?"

Fiona eventually caved in.

"Okay, okay. It started with an idea I had. There was another alternative that I didn't suggest to you, another way that might help ensure Lizzie doesn't let your secret out."

"What?" Gavin demanded, hope written on his face.

"Don't get your hopes up! I thought that if I could get something over Lizzie, something really big, then that would guarantee she would keep quiet. I thought... , I mean... , the idea was ... Oh god, I can't believe I'm telling you this!"

"Just spit it out!"

"Okay, I thought that I could tell her that we couldn't trust her without some kind of insurance. I think that she's so hot for you that she'll do almost anything to make you happy, including anything that re-assures you she won't squeal. I thought that I could persuade her to let me take some explicit photos of her. The deal would be that if she squealed, the photos would go to the press, her parents, her friends and be posted on the Internet.

"But, the more I thought about taking the photos, the hotter I got. First I imagined photos of you and her making love and that got my motor running big-time. Then I thought it would be even more embarrassing for her if the photos were girl on girl. As soon as I thought of that I almost wet myself it was so hot, I came just by pressing my thighs together.

"Jesus! That is hot, sis!"

"I know we can't do it for real, but god it was intense just thinking about it!"

Trying to get the memory of the steamy session with Fiona out of his head and still feeling very apprehensive without a plan, Gavin returned to university the next day. He was on tenterhooks as he moved between classes, anticipating some kind of approach from Lizzie.

There was no sign of the girl on his first day back and his attention in class suffered badly. The next morning however, he spotted her hovering outside his first class of the day. Gavin could see the exact moment when she recognised him coming through the milling students, her whole body stiffened and she clutched her book bag tightly against her chest. He knew there was little point in prolonging the moment so simply walked up to her.

"Er, hi," he said.

Lizzie's face was turning an attractive colour of pink and she seemed incapable of speech all of a sudden.

"Look, I'm sorry for the other night but you really surprised me. I needed a little time to think. How's about we grab a coffee or something?" Gavin asked.

Lizzie managed to nod her head to indicate she would be happy to share a coffee.

"I've got some free time around eleven, can you make it to the cafeteria about then?" he asked.

Again Lizzie nodded.

"Okay, see you then. Listen, you need to lighten up okay? I'm not going to bite, you know that. My job is to look after fair maidens, not hurt them. See you at eleven."

Impulsively, Gavin bent forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek before heading into the room where his class was due. He glanced over his shoulder when he reached the door and saw that Lizzie was still rooted to the spot, her hand now held against the cheek he had kissed. Giving her a final wave, he made it into class.

An hour of economics and an hour of competitive business environments later, Gavin stashed his books in his rucksack and made his way to the cafeteria. He couldn't see Lizzie, so bought two Costa Coffees and found a quiet table off in a corner. A few minutes later Lizzie appeared looking slightly breathless, as if she had rushed to make it on time. Gavin waved to attract her attention and Lizzie moved to join him.

"I got you a latte, I wasn't sure but took a wild guess! There's sugar here if you need it," he said.

"Latte is fine, thanks."

"Lizzie, can you at least try and relax? You look tighter than a drum. Lighten up."

"I'm sorry, it's just - I never expected to see you again. When I saw you in the bar the other night I wasn't sure at first. When I saw you up close, when I could see your eyes, then I was sure, but I didn't know what to do, what to say. I knew I wanted to see you again and I found out your name. It's Gavin isn't it? Gavin MacSween?"