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SIBLING RESENTMENT
Featuring Ashlee and Jessica Simpson
By Budpaul
Comments welcome, but no spam, please: Budpaul
The following story in no way reflects or portrays the sexual, psychological or thought patterns of the people involved,
so please treat this story for what is it: a fictional adult-oriented story. This story should not
be read if you’re under 18, immature for your age, or you can’t seperate fact from fiction.
MMF, MF, MF, cons, nc, inter, oral, anal, viol
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Jessica Simpson found
herself in rare surroundings one Saturday evening – at home and alone. In fact, this was
the first Saturday night that she could recall where she wasn’t attending some function or awards show or movie premiere
or whatever. And it was even more rare that she was alone, namely because her husband, Nick Lachey and she were
inseparable. She loved him more than she could possibly express and it hurt her deep inside that she was spending
a rare evening away from him. To combat the sadness, she knew the most important thing was to keep herself occupied,
so she decided to take a shower. She walked around the house that she and Nick had bought shortly after they were
married, though to call it a house would be an understatement. It was very large two-story modern style house nestled
in the hills of Los Angeles who’s
sparse and spacious architecture felt especially cold this evening given her situation. Aside from the bodyguard in
her employ named Jono who lived in the bungalow elsewhere on the 5-acre property, she was totally alone and couldn’t
wait to get into her shower and be surrounded by four close walls and be wrapped in the hot water that would ultimately
be a poor substitute for her Nick.
She skitted through the house from the kitchen where she had consumed a quick bite to eat
and ascended the stairs to the master suite. She entered the bathroom and
turned on the multi-headed shower full blast. She then removed her babydoll shirt that was clearly a size too small
for her rather ample bosom and exposed her beautiful breasts and their small nipples. She then slipped out of
her soft pajama bottoms and cotton panties and stepped into the quickly fogging shower. She stood for a long time
in the caressing heat. For a moment, she forgot about the fact that Nick would not be joining her tonight,
something he frequently did. He was away doing some last minute reshoots for the television program “Charmed” and
would be gone all weekend. Jessica struggled again to take her mind of his absense as she began to clean herself
with the soap as the steaming water washed through her long blond hair and over her breasts, down her perfect stomach
and well-groomed private area. With the soap in her right hand she slowly rubbed her body down as she tried to lose
herself in the shower. The heat was almost intoxicating as the soap neared her vagina. She rubbed herself and sighed,
which immediately brought her back to the here and now. Jessica never masturbated given that Nick was such a wonderful
and attentive lover. The thought that she almost started pleasuring herself made her miss Nick that much more.
Jessica became frustrated and knew that she would have to work harder to occupy her time while Nick as away. She
decided that she would exit the shower and watch some TV or perhaps a movie. She turned off the water and stepped out; her
beautiful body glistening in the full length mirror. She toweled herself off and entered the enormous walk-in closet and
pulled out a small shirt with spaghetti straps that Nick always liked because it exposed her muscular shoulders and
her tight belly. She put on another pair of cotton panties (another Nick favorite) and a pair of sweatpants. She then
headed to the television room.
The television room was the term they used for their state-of-the-art entertainment center that Jessica had bought
for Nick on their one-year anniversary. She had actually contacted a friend of a friend who worked at Skywalker Sound
in Marin County to come and design the room with the latest equipment. Jessica rarely watched TV but she knew that
Nick enjoyed it so she felt that he deserved the best. She clicked it on and realized what almost midnight and her sister
was slated to be the musical guest on Saturday Night Live this week.
Contrary to popular reports, Jessica and Ashlee really didn’t get along very well. Jessica felt that Ashlee had rode her
coattails to stardom and would be an ugly nothing if not for the trail that Jessica had blazed. The producers of
Seventh Heaven had originally wanted Jessica for the role of Cecilia Smith but she had turned them down so they turned,
thanks in no small part to their gold-digging father Joe, to Ashlee, who was desperate to establish herself as more
than Jessica’s kid sister. To Jessica, Ashlee was a bit of a joke; clearly an inferior singer and nowhere near as attractive
as Jessica was. She often wondered why Ashlee didn’t get her nose fixed given how ugly it made her look. Jessica also
thought that the change of hair color to jet black had done nothing to make her look better, though Jessica appreciated that
at least Ashlee appeared to be attempting to stop looking so much like her big sister.
Jessica clicked over to NBC as the show was returning from commercial break and saw Jude Law introduce Ashlee. Her
first thought was, “What the hell are you wearing?!” It was a mess! In Jessica’s eyes, Ashlee’s body definitely didn’t
compare to hers, but it wasn’t bad and her choice of clothing did nothing to show off her limited assets. What Jessica
really didn’t understand, as Ashlee warbled through her hit “Pieces of Me” was that given her limited vocal abilities, why
wasn’t she showing off her body to take people’s minds off her singing. Hell, it had worked for Britney. But Ashlee
insisted on dressing like some vintage store reject and singing her cheesy pop tunes. “This girl is clueless…” Jessica
thought to herself as the song mercifully came to an end.
Jessica sat through another few skits on SNL and was getting sleepy as the show returned from another commercial and Ashlee
was again introduced. Jessica wondered what song would be next; probably that lame “Shadow” song, she thought. Then
suddenly, Jessica heard the familiar guitar riff that began the “Pieces” song and knew immediately that something was wrong.
Jessica could see in Ashlee’s eyes that someone up in the booth had screwed up and was playing the wrong backing track!
Jessica noted to panic in her younger sister as she desperately tried to think of what to do. “Do something, you idiot!”
Jessica screamed at the television. And Ashlee did. She proceeded to hop around in a circle on one foot, looked around,
then left the stage. Her band continued to play without her as the show mercifully went to commercial. Jessica was
speechless. Having appeared on the show herself, she knew that the musical guest would make an appearance at the end
of the show during the closing credits and wave to the audience. Jessica wanted to see if her sister had the stones
to make that appearance and sure enough, there she was with Jude Law as he feebly shrugged his shoulders and giving a lame
“well, it’s live TV” excuse. Then Ashlee spoke and did the unthinkable: she blamed it on the band! As if Jessica’s
feelings for her sad little sister could get any lower, that had done it. She blamed the band. Why not blame dad and
his annoying insistence on using a backing track to cover up your lame singing, sis?
There was something positive that had come out of tonight’s debacle for Jessica – she had stopped thinking about Nick.
Just as that thought had occurred to her, her cell phone rang. It was her dad, Joe.
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She began to open her eyes to an unjustly harsh light. Where the fuck am I? she thought to herself as she tried to
get her bearings. She blinked several times as she desperately tried to focus her vision, which had no doubt been
clouded by an evening’s hard drinking and who knows what else. She was finally able to focus on a clock and it read
“11:45”. From the horrific light shining through the windows, she deduced that it was obviously morning. Now, she just
had to remember what the hell had happened the night before.
The answers began trickling back to her slowly in the form of two naked men laying in her bed. Ah, hell. What did I
do with these guys? she thought to herself. She began to wet her mouth with her tongue and a certain unmistakable
taste began to shed some light on part of that question. She climbed out of the bed and looked out of the window. Central
Park. She was in New York. It all came back to her.
Ashlee Simpson had just left the stage after feebling attempting to explain just what had happened to her after one
of the technicians in the booth had played the wrong backing track and she was caught with her pants down as millions
of people watched at home. She had resented her father for making her use the track even though deep down she knew
that it was necessary given her less than stellar singing ability. Just one more fucking thing that Jess does better
than me, she thought to herself as she ran to her dressing room backstage where SNL is shot. Her father Joe was
already out talking to some sparse media as he tried to explain away the snafu and Ashlee was left all alone. She hated
what had happened and desperately needed to get out. As she grabbed her things and headed out the dressing room, she
happened upon Darrell Hammond, one of the performers on the show who seemed like a decent enough guy, if a little old
for her tastes.
“Gee, sweetie. I’m so sorry about what happened. Live TV is unforgiving, but I wouldn’t worry about it. Who actually
watches the whole show anymore anyway?” Darrell asked.
“Thanks, Darrell. I’m so embarrassed,” Ashlee proclaimed.
“Really, honey. Don’t worry about it. You did fine. Your first song was great; everyone will remember that one!”
“Do you think?”
“Yeah, let it go. It happened. Move past it,” Darrell encouraged, while softly grasping her forearm. “C’mon, let’s
go to the party.”
“The party?” Ashlee asked.
Darrell looked at her incredulously. “Of course, ‘the party!’ What, you’ve never heard of the SNL afterparties? Let’s
move, you’ll have a great time and it’ll take your mind off it.”
Ashlee acquiesed as Darrell led her to the festivities at a local hangout down the street from Rockafeller Plaza.
As they walked she realized that she had left her dad behind, but since this whole mess was his fault, she thought
it might be a good idea to make him worry for a little while. With that, she reached into her purse, turned off
her cell phone and entered the bar.
They arrived at the party and things were loud. Overall, the mood was high. The performers felt that they had
put on a solid show and that Jude Law had actually taken the time to learn his lines, unlike some hosts who are just
slaves to the TelePromTer. As they were older, they weren’t really fans of Ashlee’s music, so the didn’t much care
for her set, no matter how bad it was. They were cordial to her, but kept their distance, which only fostered the isolated
and lost feelings she was experiencing in her dressing room. Then, someone from the crew walked up to her and offered her
a drink.
“Hey, Ms. Simpson. My name is Rob and I do the lighting on the show. Well, not all of the lighting, but I’m a member
of the crew who does the lighting. My god, am I just blathering on or what? Um, can I offer you a drink?” as he
produced one from behind his back – a glass of champagne.
“Um, thanks, uh Rob, right? Listen, I probably should just get back to my hotel,” Ashlee replied.
“Aww, c’mon. Have a drink. Maybe it’ll help you not worry about what happened tonight,” Rob offered.
“You do realize that I only just turned 20, right?” Ashlee asked.
“So? You look old enough. Go on, have a drink. Just one,” Rob insisted.
Ashlee relented and took the glass. Frustrated by how the night had gone, she downed the entire glass in one gulp.
Enjoying how the champagne felt as it went down her throat, she asked, “Can I get another one, please?”
“Absolutely! I’ll be right back.” Rob walked away and Ashlee looked Rob up and down. He looked alright. Nothing
special to be sure, but adequately attractive. I would definitely be a step up for this guy, she mused. Not that I
would do anything with him. I have a little bit of self-respect left, don’t I?
Rob returned shortly with a fresh glass of champagne and Ashlee took the glass from his eager hand and took another big
swig, though not as much as the first time. She and Rob continued their small talk; Ashlee attempted to pay attention
as Rob told her all about how tough is job is. And for his part, Rob kept refreshing Ashlee’s drink. Soon, they were
joined by a member of the sound crew, a guy named Tony. Like Rob, Ashlee noticed that Tony was average-looking and in
his mid-twenties. Tony was carrying a bottle of Schnapps and offered it to Rob who took a big swig. Rob then offered
it to Ashlee, who found her inhibitions sinking. These guys are pretty cute, she thought to herself. As she spent more
time with them and drank more champagne and Schnapps she completely forgot about the screwup on the show. About an
hour later, the Rob and Tony offered to walk Ashlee back to her hotel, the Plaza. The hotel on Central Park
South was only a few blocksaway so she accepted and before she knew it, she had invited them up to her room.
Ashlee stumbled with the key card as she tried to enter the room, so Rob took the card and properly inserted it. The
light on the door turned green and he opened it. The second that the three were in the room, Tony and Rob started
pawing all over Ashlee. She slowly began to realize that perhaps she had had a little too much to drink, but the
kisses that Rob was giving her on her neck were so nice that she didn’t want them to stop. And the way Tony’s hands
felt on her body as he ran them up her shirt was amazing. Rob began to undo Ashlee’s pants while Tony’s hands roughly
grabbed at her breasts. Her pants were around her ankles as Rob began to feel the warmth coming from between her legs
as he fondled her through her panties. Ashlee let out a soft moan as they led her to the bed. They had her step out
of her pants as they laid her down on her back. Tony began kissing Ashlee, which is to say that he jammed his tongue
into her mouth. Ashlee was almost motionless as the two men had their way. All she could do at this point was let out
soft moans as she enjoyed her rough treatment. Rob was busy between her legs as he moved her cotton panties to one side
and began kissing on her pussy. The dark patch of hair about her lips tickled Rob’s nose as he buried his tongue into
her tangy snatch. Though he was not very skilled in the art of oral sex, Ashlee appreciated his effort and figured
that the alcohol was definitely enhancing what was a somewhat lackluster performance by him.
Meanwhile, Tony continued to roughly kiss Ashlee as his right hand mauled her nicely sized breasts. Tony had moved
Ashlee’s shirt so that he could see her bra and pulled that down to expose her assets. Upon seeing the quarter-sized
nipples, his mouth immediately jumped to them. He suckled and nibbled and bit at them and Ashlee noticed that though
his treatment was rough, she was becoming more turned on. She finally began to move as her right hand approached Tony’s
crotch. She could feel that he was hard, though not very big, perhaps five inches. Tony removed his mouth from her
mistreated nipple to accomodate her investigation by undoing his jeans and kicking them and his boxers to the ground.
He then returned to her nipple while Ashlee was free to explore him. Her hunch was correct and he really wasn’t
very “gifted” though she began to rub his dick nonetheless.
Rob had finally figured out some sort of rythm while going down on Ashlee as her hips were starting to move in time
with his motions. He could tell she was getting wetter as he inserted his index finger into her hot cunt. Ashlee
really seemed to respond as her moans became more sustained. Tony took this as his opportunity to again detach himself
from her breast as he moved his cock closer to Ashlee’s face. Ashlee was somewhat preoccupied with Rob’s work downstairs
to notice Tony’s dick right by her nose. He began to move his dick right by her lips and Ashlee noticed. She sent out
a tentative tongue to taste her new acquaintence. It was sweaty, as one would expect after putting in a day’s worth of
work, but it wasn’t too bad; she’d had worse.
Tony began to stuff his cock into the side of her mouth, which Ashlee found unpleasant, but she was really enjoying
Rob’s finger action in her private place. She noticed as he began to insert a second finger into her tight box. She
had only been with a few other guys in her life so she still required some “stretching out” before sex. The combination
of his two fingers and his tongue was becoming hypnotic to her as Tony turned her head to the right so that he could
better enjoy her mouth with his cock. Ashlee could have really done without this penis in her mouth ramming in and out
and in and out, but Rob’s work was an acceptable tradeoff. Ashlee had never been a big fan of blowjobs. Guys’ penises
were smelly and tasted bad. She rarely did it and the treatment she was receiving tonight from Tony was not going
to change her position on the subject.
As Ashlee was getting closer and closer to what she felt was going to be a solid orgasm, Rob stopped. Before she could
protest, his tongue and fingers had been replaced by his cock, which, like Tony’s wasn’t too impressive. Given the
work he had done previously on her, inserting his dick inside her wasn’t much of a chore, and based on how it felt
in her, she was guessing maybe five inches. She wondered if Rob had put on a condom but was distracted as she noticed
that Tony had increased his speed going into and out of her mouth as he continued to facefuck her.
Suddenly, before she could put two and two
together, she felt him tighten as he grabbed the back of her head and hold his cock deep in her mouth. There, she felt
his cum begin to shoot out. She was not ready for this as the cum activated her gag reflex, but since Tony had such a
firm hold on her head, she couldn’t move and come up for air. Instead, more cum shot into her mouth as the gag reflex
got stronger. Suddenly, she heaved and expelled Tony’s cum and some bile that had reflexively come up from her stomach.
Tony moved away from her as his dick began to soften as he watched Rob continue his assault on pussy. Ashlee was
beginning to recover from her “episode” with Tony’s penis when, during one of his strokes, his cock came out and inadvertently
pushed at her anus. Her alcohol-dulled senses cleared for a moment as she knew she had to stop that.
“Hey, no way, man!” Ashlee yelled out, her throat sore from the treatment she had received from Tony.
“Sorry, baby. No harm,” as Rob coolly inserted his cock back into the proper hole.
Ashlee looked over a Tony and
could see a twinge of disappointment in his face. She assumed that he was hoping maybe they could DP her, as they
say in the movies one of her old boyfriends had forced her to watch. She was completely revulsed by the thought of
anal sex and would never participate in such an act, even as drunk as she was.
Tony had moved back up onto the bed and he began to fondle Ashlee’s breasts again. Neither man had taken the time
to remove her shirt or her bra; they simply pulled her clothes around enough to expose her nipples. Tony grabbed
Ashlee’s hand and guided it to his nuts. Ashlee took the hint and started rubbing them in her small hands. Rob’s
pace continued to quicken as he neared his climax. Ashlee desperately wanted to orgasm, but the episode in her mouth
had sort of knocked her off the path. But the way her head was starting to swim, be it from the alcohol or her
almost vomiting so she really wasnt’ sure how far off she was from cumming. Rob knew, as he was only seconds away.
He contemplated for a second taking his dick out and spraying his load all over her stomach and tits, but thought better
of it as Tony was currently nursing her left nipple as he bit and pulled on it. Suddenly, the decision was upon him
and he blasted his load deep inside of Ashlee. Ashlee, quickly fading from consciousness from exhaustion thought she
noticed that he had come inside her and figured that he hadn’t worn a condom. She wanted to be mad, but she was just
so tired.
After a few more thrusts, Rob’s softening penis fell out of Ashlee’s dripping pussy. Tony took this as his chance
to try out Ms. Simpson for himself. Her work on his nuts had stimulated him enough to give her a go. Rob stepped away
and laid on the bed next to Ashlee, kissing her while tweeking her sore nipples. Tony lined up his cock and easily
inserted it into Ashlee, who faintly realized that another penis had entered her. She had never had two games fuck
her in one night and she wasn’t sure she liked how it made her feel, though, to be honest, she wasn’t sure how she felt
about anything as she continued to drift off. Tony did not last long as he frantically pounded into Ashlee’s slick
and tender pussy. Unlike Rob, he decided to blow what little load he had on her instead of in her and removed his prick
at the point of climax, spitting out a mild spray of cum onto her flat stomach. Some had even gotten onto her right
nipple and her chin. Tony collapsed, exhausted from his two orgasms. Rob had already passed on Ashlee’s right side.
They slept for the next several hours.
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Jessica Simpson picked up her phone and wondered why her dad was calling her this late at night. She pressed “talk” and
answered, “What do you want, Joe?”
“Honey, you know I don’t like it when you call me that. Just call me ‘dad,'” he pleaded.
“Fine, why are you calling me so late. Aren’t you in New York with Ashlee? It’s like four o’clock there.”
“Yes, Jessy, I can tell time. It is indeed four in the morning. I’m calling because I can’t find your sister. She’s not
answering her cell phone or the hotel phone. Has she called you?”
“No, ‘Dad,’ she hasn’t. She probably pissed that her career is in the crapper and went out to vent,” Jessica snidely remarked.
“Jessy, you know what I’ve told you about disparaging your sister. I know she’s not as talented as you, but she tries.
Besides, that doesn’t answer the question of where she is?”
“Like I said, she’s probably just off at a club or something. No big deal,” Jessica said.
“Jessy, I need a favor from you. I need you to come to New York.”
“What? Are you serious?!” Jessica exclaimed.
“Very. Honey, your sister needs you. Tonight was a big screwup for her. She needs your support and the press needs
to see that her big sister stands by her.”
Ah, there it is! Jessica thought to herself. The almightly press. We must present strength to the press! Mustn’t
let them know how much of a joke I think my sister’s career is.
“Please, Jessie?” her father pleaded.
Jessica hated when Joe called her that. He used to call her that back when he was a minister and he truly loved his family
and before he felt it would be best for her career if he took over management. She knew over time he had been helping himself
to the money she rightfully earned. Though Ashlee wasn’t as talented, he pushed her into show business as well. When
Jessica had turned down Seventh Heaven, Joe was there to push Ashlee into the role. When Jessica got her on show on MTV,
Joe was there pushing MTV to give Ashlee a show. It seemed like Joe didn’t even care what Ashlee wanted, he just wanted
to bilk money off of Ashlee like he had her. And Ashlee was so pitiful that she didn’t even realize it was happening.
Knowing that he wouldn’t stop bugging her, Jessica relented. “Fine, ‘dad’. I’ll be in New York sometime tomorrow.
I’ll call you when I get to my apartment there.” She quickly hung up the phone before he could protest in the hopes
of getting a firm time of arrival from her. She decided to give Jono, her bodyguard, a call to let him know that they would be going
to New York tomorrow. After that, she headed to bed and drifted off to a restless sleep, resenting that her Nick
was not near her.
Ashlee looked out into Central Park from her room in the Plaza. She looked down and could see the aftermath of her
night with the two men who were still passed out on the bed. Her shirt was still pulled up and her right breast was
out of her bra. Her nipple was red and sore and she could see that something crusty had dried there.
She ran her hand down her stomach and felt
more crustiness. Ugh, these fucking guys came on me! Her hand continued down to her panties, and she knew the worst
had happened. Dammit, they fucking came in me, too! Ashlee, you stupid bitch! What were you thinking?! You took
two guys up to your room and you let them fuck you and come in and on you! God, you’re an idiot!
She ran to the bathroom
and turned on the shower. As she removed her clothes, she realized that they didn’t even have the courtesy to take
off her panties before they violated her. They just moved them to the side so they could get at what they wanted.
She looked in the mirror, feeling supremely ashamed of herself. Something caught her eye as she looked closer – cum on
her chin and in her hair! She felt like she was going to be sick as she absorbed just what a piece of trash she had
been last night. She finished removing her clothing and stepped into the shower where the warm water offered little
comfort for how disgusted she was in herself. All it seemed to do was wash away the haze of the previous night so
that her memories became crystal clear. As she tried to scrub the dried cum and guilt off of herself, she chuckled slightly.
“I didn’t even cum…”.
Twenty minutes later, Ashlee was walking out of the hotel after quietly dressing and grabbing some things. She was
going to go someplace where she knew there was someone there that she could depend on. Someone who would hold
her and tell her how special she was. She desperately needed that validation after what had occurred last night.
She couldn’t get there fast enough.
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Jessica Simpson and her bodyguard Jono stepped out of her limo onto the tarmac of the private airport she always flew
out of. It was almost eight in the morning in Los Angeles. Jessica despised sleeping, feeling her time could be
much better spent than lounging in bed. Her ambition wouldn’t allow such a waste of time. She was an amazing little
bundle of energy at only five feet, three inches tall. Her size was further minimized by the mass at her side known as
Jono, who was six foot, five inches and two hundred eighty-five pounds of mean black muscle. No one was getting near
Jessica while he was around, and he was always around. He took his job seriously and was compensated handsomely
for his dedication. Jessica and Jono had been together for years. Joe Simpson had hired him after he got to know
Jono while performing his duties as a minister. Jono, born Jonothan Quinn, was born in a tough area of Houston, where
making it through the day without hearing a gunshot was as rare as a two-parent family. Despite his surroundings,
Jono worked hard and found that he excelled in sports, namely football where he was a fixture of the weekly Friday night
highlight shows while in high school. His talent and hard work had ultimately paid off at
Texas A&M University, where he was an All-American as a true freshman. The future seemed bright before tragedy struck in
the form of a career-ending knee injury. The blow was devastating to Jono. Without football, his grades plummetted and
he eventually left college altogether. Jono was without direction when he met Joe Simpson at church one Sunday.
Joe was there to counsel him and help him recover emotionally. As Jessica’s career began to take off, Joe thought it
best if his greatest asset were properly protected. Jono quickly accepted and worked hard to develop his skills
to best protect Jessica. He was always armed and ready for whatever might come that could potentially harm Jessica.
For the past five years, there was rarely a photograph of Jessica that has been taken that one did not see some
part of Jono in. They had grown close through the years. Protecting Jessica was Jono’s life. He would take a bullet
for her.
Jessica and Jono quickly boarded her private jet, buckled in and prepared to head to New York.
“Jono, have you been able to get ahold of Nick?” Jessica asked.
“No, ma’am. His cell phone appears to be turned off,” Jono replied.
“That’s weird, isn’t it?”
“Not really,” noted Jono. “Mr. Lachey has a habit of forgeting to charge his phone, ma’am.”
The door closed to the cabin of the jet and they began to taxi. Jessica hated leaving Nick
without telling her what was going on, and she hadn’t been able to get ahold of anyone at the studio where
he was filming his reshoots. She assumed that everyone was just busy getting the work done and left it at that.
She then remembered that Nick mentioned that some of the reshoots might be location work, getting ahold of
him might be tough if the crew was shooting in a remote location. Just before takeoff, Jessica dialed Nick’s number
one more time. Again, the phone picked up and went straight to his voicemail. This time she decided to leave a message.
“Nick, hi, it’s Jess. I have to go to New York for some stupid media damage control because Ashlee screwed up on
SNL last night. You know how much I can’t stand dealing with her and her amateurish B.S. so I’ll be back in L.A. as
soon as a possibly can. I miss you so much and cannot wait to be with you. I love you, Nick. Bye!”
Four minutes later,
the plane took off for New York.
Twenty-five minutes after leaving the Plaza, Ashlee stepped out of the taxi and was standing outside of four-story brick
building in the East Village. Traffic had been thick and the trip seemed like it was taking forever. She wondered if
it would have been quicker to take the subway but decided that, despite the traffic, it was better than dealing with the
annoyance of navigating the New York City subway system. She walked up the four flights of stairs, still aware of some
soreness between her legs given her treatment last night. She walked to the end of the hall and was standing in front
of a large metal door in a building in the Village. She banged a few times and could hear movement inside.
Finally the door swung open. Ashlee melted into Nick Lachey’s arms and cried.
Nick held her closely for a long moment before speaking over her sobs. “Ash, what happened? I expected to see you
last night after the show, but you never came by? I came to the city just to be with you after you finished and I was
really worried about you.”
“Oh, Nick. I did the stupidest thing, but I don’t want to talk about it right now. Just kiss me, please,” Ashlee
pleaded as she looked deeply into his blue eyes.
Nick accomodated her request as his lips tenderly met hers. They stood embracing each other as the kiss went deeper.
Ashlee could feel his warm breath mingle with her own and she felt so safe in his arms. She knew everything would
be okay with Nick in her life. Nick’s hands felt so good as they held her cheeks. They were so soft and loving, she
thought. Soon, his left hand had moved down to her neck as he firmly held her. Despite what had happened the previous
night, Ashlee felt herself becoming warm all over as her hands moved around Nick’s back and down toward his waist.
Soon, her hands moved to the front of his jeans and began to unbutton the front. Ashlee desperately needed to be
intimate with someone who loved her as she was. She needed this more than she could say.
Nick was temporarily taken aback as he was not expecting so forward a move from Ashlee, especially after her tearful
entrance. Before he could say anything, Ashlee had pulled Nick’s pants down enough to grant her access as she
began to grasp his penis through his boxers. Nick moved his tender kisses to Ashlee’s neck, knowing the effect they
had on Ashlee. She loved being kissed there; the feeling of butterflies floating in her stomach was inescapable whenever
someone delivered those kisses to that sensitive spot on her body. The feeling only made Ashlee become more aggressive
as she reached down into Nick’s boxers and made contact with his swelling cock. Unlike those “boys” last night, Nick
was a real man, with a strong tool who knew how to use it, she thought to herself. She knew she couldn’t hold out
any longer even though she knew it meant that the kissing on her neck would stop. Ashlee dropped to her knees and
pulled Nick’s ample cock from his boxers and began to stroke it in earnest. Her lips parted as she breathed her hot
breath on his dick. Nick loved that feeling, both the heat and the feeling of anticipation. He knew what was coming next
yet the feeling was always more than he expected, especially when Ashlee’s lips and mouth were involved. Ashlee knew
what she was doing to him as her breath became hotter and her lips moved closer to the tip of his penis. Slowly, her
tongue appeared as she licked the tip of the head. It was like electricity shot through Nick’s body and he grunted
his appreciation.
“RRrggh. OH, Ash! Baby, that feels so good!”
Ashlee readily obliged his unspoken plea for more and licked again, this time making certain to start underneath the
head for maximum effect. Nick was in ecstacy. Ashlee continued this motion for a moment before accepting his throbbing
cock inside her warm mouth. Slowly at first, she began to rock her head back and forth, each time accepting more
of him into her mouth. Soon, she was taking all that she could handle, which, given Nick’s girth, was not as much as
she would have liked. Still, after the rough treatment her mouth received the previous night, it felt wonderful
to be in control; to be in control of anything in a life that seemed to be increasingly out of her own control. She
refused to revel in the power she had over Nick; the feelings deep inside her heart wouldn’t allow that. It only made her
love this man more. They were both out of time and away from the unspoken complications of marriage to her sister.
None of that mattered right now. Nick mattered to her. Nick’s penis mattered to her. Feeling Nick inside of her
mattered to her.
With that, she expelled Nick’s penis from her mouth and wiped away a tiny filament of
saliva that had formed between her lips and his penis as she stood up. She removed her pants while
Nick stood momentarily in a daze. She slipped out of her panties and walked Nick over to the bed of the studio apartment
and laid down on her back, her womanhood desperately calling out to Nick. Nick understood and removed his pants and boxers
before joining Ashlee on the bed. Nick gently kissed Ashlee on her lips again as he hovered over her body. Ashlee spread
her legs and Nick could smell how badly Ashlee needed him to be inside of her. Nick took his cock in his hand and aligned
himself to her waiting hole before plunging himself deep into her. Ashlee was in heaven. All of the guilt and anguish
she felt over the previous evening’s escapades washed away in that moment. The feeling of completeness was intoxicating.
Nick continued to move in and out of her hole; his massive penis stretching her and filling her in ways those “boys”
couldn’t even dream of last night. Nick broke the kiss with Ashlee and looked into her eyes. The connection between
them was electric. Nick’s hands moved to the bottom of Ashlee’s shirt as he began to lift it up. Ashlee lifted her back
up, careful not to disturb the intense rythm that Nick had attained as he pistoned in and out of her. He removed her shirt
and discovered that Ashlee was not wearing a bra. He took her left breast in his hand and gently suckled it while
continuing his movements into and out of Ashlee’s pussy. The feeling was glorious for Ashlee. Nick was the exact
opposite of the those assholes last night. They were rough and treated her like a piece of meat. Some girls liked
that, but Ashlee wasn’t one of them. She felt deeply at peace as Nick continued to nurse on her breast, her hips matching
his motions perfectly. After waiting so long for a release of her own, she finally felt an orgasm building deep inside.
Nick removed his mouth from her breast and resumed kissing her on her neck. The world around them had ceased to exist,
not the aparment, not the bed, not the soft sheets they were lying on; nothing else existed, just Nick and Ashlee. She
could feel the climax building, closer and stronger inside of her. My God! she thought to herself, could this be any
more perfect?
-5-
“NICK?! ASH?!?” Jessica stared down at the two bodies lying on her bed. She didn’t understand. Her mind couldn’t
grasp what she was looking at. The love of her life was making love to her unworthy sister. Jessica felt
so many things at one time. Anger. Betrayal. Bewilderment. Nausea. The world as Jessica had understood it at that
point had ceased to exist. She had come here to help fix her sister’s latest screwup, and she found this disgusting
sight. It was too much for her to comprehend. Something snapped in Jessica’s head. She reached into Jono’s coat
and grabbed the gun that was always at his side. Jessica pointed it in the direction of Nick and Ashlee.
“Jessica, baby. What are you doing here?” Nick was the first to respond to the radically altered situation. His penis
was still deep inside Ashlee, who laid there in stunned silence.
“What the hell kind of question is that, Nick,” Jessica shot back. “I came here to help… her.” Jessica couldn’t
bring herself to say Ashlee’s name. It was too overwhelming.
“Jess, put down the gun. Please, just put it down,” Nick begged.
Jessica wavered for a moment. Who was talking to her? That couldn’t be Nick. Nick was in love with me, she thought
to herself. Nick took a vow to always be faithful. Til death do us part. Jessica pointed the gun directly at Nick.
“Jono, please! Take the gun away from her!” Nick pleaded.
Jono stood there. His dedication to Jessica was absolute. He would do anything to protect her. But, shouldn’t he take
the gun away, if protecting her was everything, he thought to himself.
“No.” Jono had made his choice. Nick was hurting Jessica. Jessica needed to be protected. He would not interfere.
Finally, Ashlee spoke. “Sis, please. Don’t do this. I’m sorry. It just happened. I was so upset about last night
and Nick comforted me. It wasn’t his fault. He was just so tender and gentle to me, please don’t!” As Ashlee spoke
those words, she realized that Nick’s cock continued to rest in her pussy. She knew they should move, but they were
frozen.
Jessica attempted to understand the words that had come from this person’s mouth. Sis? Tender and gentle? What did
these words mean in Jessica’s new world? She continued to point the gun at Nick.
“Jess, put the gun down now!” Nick spoke forcefully as he went to move; his penis finally appearing out from Ashlee’s
dripping cunt.
Suddenly jolted by the movement, Jessica’s eyes moved down to see this man’s penis. It was still very hard. It glistened
in the mid-afternoon light. The sight made her angry. The sight allowed her to make the connection and remember who
these people were. That was Nick’s penis. That penis belonged to Jessica, not to that worthless sister. Jessica spoke.
“You fucking floozy! I came here to help you, and instead you come to MY husband for tenderness?! I’ll fucking die
before he’s gentle with you again! Ashlee, turn over on your stomach!”
Ashlee looked confused. What was she asking?
“I fucking said turn over!” Jessica then pointed the gun at Ashlee.
“Get on your fucking hands and knees, your horrible, ungrateful bitch!”
Ashlee complied. She felt weak in the knees from the ecstacy she had been feeling only a few moments ago, but she
did as her sister commanded.
Jessica then pointed the gun at Nick. “Fuck her in the ass, Nick.”
Ashlee and Nick were taken completely by surprise by the command. Nick attempted to reason with her.
“Jess, I can’t do that. Please, let’s just put th-”
“I said FUCK HER IN HER FUCKING WORTHLESS ASS, YOU SONUVABITCH!” Jessica screamed. Jessica cocked the gun.
Not wanting to push her any further, Nick positioned himself behind Ashlee. Ashlee kneeled there, not knowing what
to think or do. Nick’s cock still looked so hard and strong. Ashlee didn’t want to feel his massive dick in her
ass. She never wanted to feel any dick in her ass. Please don’t let this be happening, she thought to herself.
But it was. Nick slowly positioned his penis and began pushing against her anus. There was no movement forward.
Ashlee was resisting.
“What the fuck are you waiting for, FUCK HER IN THE ASS, YOU BASTARD! And none of that “gentle” crap,” Jessica said
condescendingly. “Fucking do it!” Jessica trained the gun directly in the direction of Nick’s chest.
Needing no further coaxing, Nick began to force his girth into Ashlee’s unwilling asshole. Ashlee hated this. She
was beginning to get that nauseous feeling again that she felt after her night with the two men.
“Oh, god! Please don’t do this, Jessica!” Ashlee pleaded.
“Shut the fuck up, you whore! You wanted Nick, well now you’ve got him! Do it, Nick. Put. It. In.”
Nick pushed hard against her tight anus and finally the muscles spasmed enough to allow him entry. Ashlee’s ass was
burning. “Nooooo!” Ashlee cried out.
“Keep going, Nick. I wanna see some of that motion you got, you prick,” Jessica mocked. Only now did tears begin to
well up in her dark and hollow brown eyes.
Nick did his best to stuff his cock into Ashlee’s asshole. It was just so damn tight. He pushed and pushed until finally
he relented and started to pull back. Ashlee was sobbing now. It hurt so much. Why did this have to happen to her,
she thought. All she wanted was for someone to love and hold her and keep her safe. She thought Nick was that person.
She always thought that one day soon he would leave Jessica. Now, her dreams for the future laid shattered as she bit
at a pillow, trying to deny the intense agony being caused by her lovely Nick.
Nick had finally been able to start to get some sort of rythm as he violated Ashlee’s ass. He couldn’t get over how
tight it was. Unlike many guys, Nick had never been interested in anal sex. He enjoyed the warm feeling of a woman’s
vagina. It felt natural. It felt right. Doing what he was doing to Ashlee’s asshole as she tried to bury her sobs in
that pillow was wrong. He hated what he was doing to poor Ashlee, but what choice did he have. Nick continued
his abuse of Ashlee’s ass.
Jessica watched the spectacle before her. She took an insane but silent pleasure in watching her sister suffer. She
looked at Nick’s face. He was concentrating as he looked down on Ashlee’s ass. How could he do this to us, Jessica
thought to herself.
Nick’s assault had gone on for ten minutes. Ashlee’s anus had finally relaxed enough to allow his full girth to
penetrate into her forbidden place. And though her anus had relaxed, Ashlee was taking no pleasure from the rape.
She didn’t understand how guys could think that women would somehow enjoy this. It was horrible. She just wanted it
to end. How do I stop this? she thought. Ashlee had stopped crying as she was reduced to a rythmic series
of gutteral grunts. “Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.”
Against his will, the sounds emanating from Ashlee had begun to stimulate Nick. His pace began to quicken as the sound
of Ashlee’s grunts met his thrusts. His penis hurt so badly to Ashlee’s tender anus.
“Please -ugh- make this stop -ugh-, Jess! I’m -ugh- begging you!!” Ashlee pleaded with her older sister. “I’m -ugh-
so sorry this -ugh- happened. Please make -ugh- it stop!”
Startled by Ashlee’s pleas, Jessica swiveled and pointed the gun at Ashlee.
Nick’s pace continued to quicken. He was nearing the climax that was denied him by Jessica’s untimely arrival.
He hated that his penis was betraying him, but God help him, this was beginning to feel really good. Ashlee could
feel his cock swelling in her ravaged colon. It was too much for her. Ashlee just wanted to die. The frequency of
her grunts increased to match Nick’s pace. Ashlee pleaded again.
“Please -ugh- Jess -ugh- stop -ugh- this! -ugh- I’m -ugh- so -ugh- sorry!
I’m -ugh- so -ugh- sorry!! -ugh- I -ugh- never -ugh- meant -ugh- to -ugh- fall -ugh- in -ugh- love -ugh- with -ugh- Nick!”
Jessica was shocked by what her sister had just said. “You’re in love with him?! What the hell are you talking about?
You can’t fall in love with him! He loves me, you worthless cow! He just fucked you today!” Jessica exclaimed defensively.
Ashlee was beginning lose her grip on reality as the pain escalated. Nick was inching closer and closer to cumming.
Ashlee could feel it. It was unbearable. She barely knew what was happening anymore as the pain had her seeing stars
in her eyes. Weakly, she replied, “Nick -gggguuuhh- loves -mmggghhh- me…. -ggurrrhhggh- He -uugghhh- told me
-gurragh- a long time -uurrrggghhh- ago….”
Jessica jumped. What did she say? ‘He told her a long time ago.’ That’s impossible! That would mean that they had done this
before. Impossible… . She turned her attention to Nick while the gun remained on Ashlee. “NICK! Have you been
with her before?” Jessica demanded. Nick couldn’t hear her. “NICK!? Have you fucked her before?!?”
Suddenly, it happened. Nick released his cum deeply into Ashlee. Jet after jet coated the inside of Ashlee’s colon.
Ashlee felt desperately ill. Nick began to return to reality and could hear Jessica screaming at him. As he registered
her question, his only response as he finished depositing his load inside his sister-in-law’s demolished asshole was a weak, “Yes.”
For the second time today, reality collapsed in on Jessica. It was unfathomable. Nothing registered. The most
important entity to her existence, her marriage, had been utterly and irreparably shattered. Barely registering her own actions, Jessica pulled
the trigger.
-6-
The bullet entered into the side of Ashlee’s head and ricocheted around inside her skull. The light that had existed in
Ashlee’s eyes was forever extinguished. Gravity pulled her naked and sweating body down as she slumped to the side, her muscles no longer
supporting her. The movement ejected Nick’s glistening penis from her anus. Everyone in the room was stunned. Jessica
took a step back as she lowered the guy and looked upon what she had done. Strangely, Jessica felt no remorse. Jessica
pondered this for a moment.
My sister has been gravy-training me for as long as I remember. “Seventh Heaven.”
The singing career. The MTV shows. I had tolerated all of it. But Ashlee had violated a sacred bond between a husband
and a wife. She had crossed beyond a line. She deserved what she got. Jessica noticed that Ashlee’s blood had begun
to pool on the bed she shared with Nick. The bed she used to share with Nick.
Awakening from what he had just witnessed, Jono stepped forward, facing Jessica. “Ms. Simpson, please give me the gun.
Let me help you,” he said in a calm voice.
Jessica turned to her faithful bodyguard. She noticed that there was a bulge in his pants. A very big bulge. Jessica
asked, “Were you turned on by that, Jono?”
Yes, ma’am I was. Now, please give me the gun,” Jono replied.
Jessica stepped toward Jono as Nick watched, still stunned at what had just taken place. Against his better judgment,
he turned to view Ashlee’s naked body. Had it only been a half hour ago that he had held that beautiful body close
to him as they engaged in their forbidden love. He scanned up her body and reached the head. It was a mess of blood
and dark hair. Nick could see Ashlee’s vacant right eye as it stared blankly into nothingness. Without realizing it,
Nick slipped off the bed and fell to the floor on his knees. He turned his head to see Jessica approach Jono.
Still holding the gun to her side, Jessica grabbed at Jono’s member. It was indeed still hard and from what she could
tell, larger than Nick’s. She had never seen another man’s penis; she truly had saved herself for her one true love.
But that love was dead. So was that Jessica. She looked up into Jono’s brown eyes and asked, “Jono, may I taste your
penis?”
“If you give me the gun, you may do so,” he stated, matter of factly. Jessica complied and handed him the gun as she
unzipped his zipper. Jono thought for a moment that he should stop this now. He had the gun; Jessica would hurt no
one else tonight. But something deep inside Jono wouldn’t let him. He had spent many years at Jessica’s side. The
bond he felt with her was stronger than even the bond he had with his mother, who had raised him and his five siblings all by herself.
Jono had been there through many of Jessica’s ups and downs. Deep down, and for the very first time, he realized that he
wanted this to happen. He allowed Jessica to continue.
Jessica had unzipped his pants and had wrestled his intensely massive penis from his boxers. She was mesmerized by
the site of it. It was enormous and the smell was intoxicating. Quickly, she opened her mouth and accepted it.
The taste was at the same time pungent and sweet. She licked up and down the underside of the shaft as she stroked
the shaft with her left hand. She spit an amount of saliva onto the head to act as a lubricant to assist her stroking
efforts. She opened her mouth wide trying to take in as much as she could handle. Jessica was becoming drunk off
Jono’s cock. It was overwhelming. She reached down with her left hand and undid her jeans. She inserted her hand into
her panties and couldn’t believe how wet she was. She deftly used her fingers to rub her clit as she continued to shine
Jono’s massive cock. Jessica slurped up and down on Jono’s cock as Nick stared on, in shock of what had happened this night.
He didn’t move.
Without warning, Jessica stood up,pulled down her pants and panties to her knees and bent over the bed, placing her
hands close to her dead sister’s still body.
“Please, Jono. Put that cock inside me,” Jessica pleaded. Jono stepped forward and accomodated her request. Jessica
looked back and saw Jono position himself behind her. She felt his massive cock begin to squeeze into her dripping
pussy. Though the fit was tight, Jono found that penetrating Jessica was fairly easy, given how lubricated she was.
He forced himself deeper and deeper as Jessica gasped from shock and pleasure. The feeling was like nothing she
had ever experienced. He was just so big as he filled her completely. Before she knew it, Jessica had begun to shudder
as an orgasm slammed into her. Jessica fell to her knees as her body collapsed on the bed. Jessica’s
hand had inadvertently found Ashlee’s ankle.
With Jessica’s collapse, Jono’s penis had been removed from the warmth of Jessica’s pussy. Jono quickly removed his pants
and knelt down behind Jessica to continue. He easily reinserted himself into gaping cunt. The jolt was electric to
Jessica as she squeezed Ashlee’s cold leg in ecstacy.
After a few more minutes of Jono’s motions, Jessica again tensed. “OOOollllgggooooddd, Jooonnnoooo!! I’m cc-cccumming
againnnnn!!!!!” Jessica’s fingernails were digging into Ashlee’s leg.
Given a moment to recover, Jessica sat up and released her sister’s leg from her grip. She turned around, sat on the bed
and removed her pants and panties completely. Jono would have much better access with those gone, she thought. Jono
reached towards Jessica and pulled off her shirt as Jessica raised her arms in compliance. She reached behind her
back and under her bra, revealing her amazing round breasts to her bodyguard. Jono’s eyes were fixated on her small
nipples as he grabbed her by the waist and positioned her so that he could enter her again. Jessica was practically lying
on her dead sister’s naked body.
Jessica reached down to spread her pussy lips to accomodate Jono’s cock. He easily slid it right back in and Jessica
cooed. Nick looked over at the sight before him. Nothing made sense anymore. He loved Jessica, but he loved her
sister, too. There had always been something about Ashlee that had drawn him to her. Sometimes he thought it was that,
unlike her older sister, Ashlee was insecure. He knew that she had always felt she dwelled in Jessica’s shadow and
it had been hard on her. Nick had felt sorry for her and wanted to make her understand that she was an incredible woman
in her own right and didn’t need to emulate her sister. It was this reasoning that had led Ashlee to dye her hair black –
anything to set herself apart from Jessica. He looked on at the sight taking place in front of him and knew his
life was over. There was nothing arousing in what he saw before him. It was the end of his world.
He stared off in the distance, not moving.
Jessica thrashed over her sister’s lifeless body in the throes of another orgasm. Nick had never been this good,
she thought to herself. Jono was amazing. All these years at her side, she pondered as her eyes rolled back into
her head.
Jessica regained her senses enough to realize that, unlike her last two orgasms, Jono did not stop and wait for her
to recover. He continued ramming her pussy as he grabbed at her amazing breasts. Jessica grabbed onto her ankles
and opened herself wider, hoping to accept more of Jono into her soul. The movement worked as she could feel his
long hard cock begin to touch her uterus. The feeling was intense. Jono’s pace quickened and Jessica could tell
that he was near. His grip on Jessica’s breasts grew stronger as the ample flesh squeezed out between his fingers.
Without warning, Jono released his seed deep into Jessica’s body. Gush after incredible gush filled her. As he
continued to pump, the semen began to pour out of Jessica. The warm wetness rolled down her ass as Jono finished
his thrusts.
Jono collapsed onto Jessica and she held him as they both laid almost on top of Ashlee’s body. Jessica would have
held him for an eternity, if not for a sudden bang on the door.
“Police! We heard a gunshot. Open up!”
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