Caine and Amy - Sex Stories

Caine and Amy

... digging into his skin within his clenched fist. The last bell of the day rang. The students moved out of Mr Wood’s classroom. Someone managed to throw a crumpled up piece of paper at Amy’s head just before making his way out of the classroom. “Hey asshole!” Caine was off his seat and within seconds smashed the face of who he thought threw the paper. That person flew into the busy corridor and all the students stopped to see the commotion. “If you ever hurt her again I swear to God I will fuck you up!” he shouted. “Jesus, man! Can’t you take a joke?” the bleeding kid asked. “Williamson!” Mr Wood grabbed Caine by his shirt and threw him back into the classroom. “Get a hold of yourself! You’re on detention as of this moment. Amy, get out now” “I’m going to stay with my brother, sir, if that is alright with you.” “Very well. I’ll be back in three hours. Your mother will be notified, that I can assure you Williamson. If you wish to leave your destructive brother Miss Amy then please send me a message because I’m locking him in.” He shut the door and locked it from the outside. Caine dusted himself off; the shame and the dirt. He failed at trying to save his sister and some way or another it was going to look bad on her. The other kids that were brave enough to stand up to Caine laughed hysterically outside the locked door. He could see their bright faces as clear as day but he was grateful that he couldn’t hear them all too well. He flipped them off and turned to his sister. ...

... “Amy?” Her head was on her desk bobbing up and down sporadically and her long black hair sprawled all over the wooden surface. Caine’s heart ached as the soft whimper left his sister’s mouth. He rolled down the curtain that covered the glass panel of the locked door and hurried to her. “Amy it’s okay,” he smiled while crouching down to meet her face even though she never showed it. “Those guys are just pricks. They don’t matter.” “Caine…” she sobbed. “Every time something bad happens to you its always my fault. Every single time. It happens everywhere we go; at home, at school, when we’re out together. I’m just no good for you.” “Hey, hey.” Caine put his hand on his sister’s head and rubbed it gently. “All the shit that happens to me isn’t your fault Amy. If anything its all my fault for being who I am.” “That’s what you always say!” she started to cry even harder. “You hate me, don’t you? Don’t you, Caine?” Caine couldn’t take it anymore. He lifted her up, spun her around and hugged her from the back. She stopped instantly. Tears were still rolling down her soft cheeks but she was quiet. He held her closer to him and she slumped into his embrace “You still remember?” she asked softly. “How could I forget,” he said sincerely. “This was the only way to calm you down during those thunderstorms and scary movies when we were little kids. A hug where no one can see you cry but you know that there is always someone there for you. That I’m always there for you.” “But…but its been so ...