That day started like any other; I wake up late, grab some breakfast and head on out on my bike to work. After finishing a 9-hour stint in the Home-Depot where I work, I’m just getting my motorcycle gear on when I get a phone call from my 17 year old step-cousin Jodie. So I flip open my old-school phone to answer.
“Alex? I really need your help.” I hear Jodie say, somewhat alarmed.
“Jodie!? What is it? Are you ok?” I hastily answered, genuinely worried for her.
“I-I’m fine...” She stutters in reply.
“Well what is it? What’s happened?” I hasten to add.
“It’s Dave; he’s kicked me out...” She said, just uttering the hint of a whimper down the phone as if to cry.
Dave is aged 19. Dave was Jodie’s long-term boyfriend who had treated her like shit from the day they got together. He was always paying her little – to no mind when they were together and just generally not doing the ‘boyfriend thing’ as she called it. 9/10 times he left her house, Jodie’s mum tells me, Jodie would run to her room crying for seemingly no reason. They had been together for three years, and throughout the course of those three years, I had always been Jodie’s ‘shoulder to cry on’. Which, I might add, I had no problem with at all. On several occasions I had offered to ‘sort Dave out’ with my heavily Biker Ringed up fists, wearing 7 rings in total – an offer which nearly got taken up on several occasions. But, Jodie was blinded by her love for the boy so it never happened.
“Right, that’s it. He’s done.” I replied with anger trembling throughout my body. I’d always been very
protective of Jodie, ever since we were little. This was a step too far.
“No! No way, he’s gone anyway. He’s with his friends or something.” Jodie quickly responded,
attempting to quell my anger.
“I just need you to come and get me. I need to feel safe...” She quickly added in a saddening tone,
audibly doing her best to hold back her tears. All anger had been put to one side for the moment, right now, I needed to protect that girl and make her safe.
“I’ll be right there, don’t you worry.” I exclaimed to her.
“Thanks Alex, thank you so much” She practically whispered down the line.
I flipped my phone shut, shoved on my crash-helmet, started my Harley and roared away toward Jodie’s house as quickly as I could.
I’d always been a good rider and could zone-out and think about other things while cruising. My
thoughts drifted to Jodie. Jodie was three years younger than myself, yet probably 10 years my senior when it came to maturity. Her mother married into our family around 10 years ago, Jodie and I had been very close ever since.
I thought about her, about how she looked, how she sounded and, according to her mother, how safe and secure she felt around me. Jodie is around 5”3, very petite in stature and build, bright blue eyes and a menagerie of colours run through her hair. Like me, she was very alternative and went against the crowd, every month her shoulder length hair would be a different mixture of colours. Which, alongside her beautiful face, made for my all-round perfect girl. Yeah, I was in love with her, and she didn’t know it.
I quickly stopped by my house on the way to Jodie to pick up a spare helmet for her. When I arrived
outside her house, she was sat on the sidewalk, head in her hands, obviously very upset and crying.
She heard me pull up, looked toward me and managed to stifle a smile. I put my bike on its stand and walked toward her. She met me half way and gave me the tenderest hug I’d ever had. I held her tight as she began sobbing into my chest.
“Don’t worry Jodie, you’re safe now. He’ll never do this to you again.” I whispered, trying to hold back my own tears.
Without any further words, she put her helmet on, jumped on my bike and we headed back to my
house. Feeling her holding tightly onto me while riding home was awesome. Knowing she trusted me
wholly, felt safe with me and her life was in my hands while riding this Harley. We arrived home, put
my bike and gear away and I proceeded to cook both of us a pizza each for dinner.
After we cleaned up from dinner, we sat in front of the TV and she’d tell me everything that happened between her and Dave. I’d hear every last detail and just generally, be a good listener for her. It was what she needed. All the while, I sat there listening, I was admiring her beauty and thinking why any man would do anything untoward to her. We talked until the early hours before deciding to head off to bed. I let Jodie sleep in my bed while I slept on the couch downstairs. Lights out.
The next morning, I awoke around nine, before Jodie, and proceeded to make a cup of tea for each of us. I left mine in the kitchen and headed upstairs to leave Jodie’s on the bedside cabinet for her. As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard a faint whimper, which I took as Jodie crying again. I slowly
opened the door to my room where she slept; fully expecting her to be crying into my pillow, but that was not the case. I was greeted by a much better sight.
As I creaked the door open, I saw my duvet was on the floor, as were Jodie’s clothes, and saw the
faint outline of her laid on my bed. As my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, I saw what was really
going on. Jodie was in the doggy-style position in my bed, ass in the air, with her fingers slowly
circling her clit. Her face buried in my pillow, attempting to stifle her moans, she didn’t yet realise I
was watching. A tent started to form in my boxer shorts as I watched the beautiful display before me.
With reluctance, I cleared my throat so she could hear I was there. She definitely heard me; I’ve
never seen anyone move so fast in my life. She darted toward the duvet on the floor and quickly
pulled it back onto the bed, covering herself. She was still panting, completely red in the face and
very embarrassed that she had been caught, refusing to maintain eye contact with me. I slowly
moved around the bed, facing away from her to avoid her seeing my hard-on, and placed her cup of
tea on the bedside cabinet.