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sister, he might be a little more willing to listen.  But if there was one thing I knew about Harley, it was to stay far, far away from him when he’s angry.
    It would all be alright.  Rebel could stay in my extra bedroom for a few days, we’d talk to Harley again, and then she could go stay with him until she found a job.  She just needed a little stability and support, and she would be fine.
    The hot Texas sun beat down on us as we sat in traffic on the expressway.  Sweat was pouring down my back, and while I normally wouldn’t even notice much, I couldn’t help but think about it with Rebel’s practically naked breasts smashed against my back.
    When her tit fell out again at the bus stop, it took all my willpower not to touch her again.  Visions of scooping her up and bending her over my bike again filled my head, and I had surprised even myself with my steel resolve.  
    She was not going to be a easy one to resist, especially now that I had a taste of her sweet body.  I was determined, but I was beginning to see a lot of cold showers in my future.
    Hopefully, Harley would cool off sooner than later, because if my cock stayed this engorged all the time she was around, I was going to have a serious problem.
    We sat idly in a long line of cars, barely inching along.  Rebel’s hand slipped down, the need for holding on tightly abandoned for the moment.  Her hands rested on my thighs, inches from my pulsing cock, and I took a deep breath and willed my erection to go away.
    It was impossible.  Those tits on my back, her breath on my neck, and the pressure of her thighs on the outside of my own - I knew if she were to touch my cock at that moment, it would explode right there on the expressway.
    And I think she knew it, too.  She kept wiggling around behind me, her every movement an assault on my senses.
    “Can’t you be still?”  I yelled, turning my head so she could hear me through my helmet.
    “I’m just trying to get comfortable.  I haven’t been on a bike in a really long time.  It feels so good, Mason!”  She wiggled more, her nipples poking into my back.
    I groaned, shook my head, and tried to think of something, anything, that would keep me distracted.   
    My cock grew even harder in my jeans, and I knew I was in for a major challenge.

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    “Fuck!”
    I slammed my fist in the wall, cussing at the top of my lungs. I knew the other members could hear me, but I didn’t give a shit.  I was pissed, and it was best if everyone knew it, so they could stay out of my way.
    Especially Mason.
    Fuck Mason. What a fucking moron.  Did he have such little control over his prick that he couldn’t keep it in his fucking pants long enough to ask a girl her name?  
    “Goddammit!”  I yelled, hitting the wall again.  My knuckles were bleeding, but the pain felt good.  It masked the pain I felt inside, helped me ignore the creeping guilt for turning Rebel away.  
    I knew my old man would be pissed when he heard about it, but fuck him too. Maybe he and my mom should have been more careful before getting locked up in the fucking pen while they still had kids to raise.  
    What did he expect me to do?  I was the president now, and the decisions were mine to make.  Of course Rebel couldn’t join the fucking club.  Was she out of her mind?  
    Sure, I guess I could have let her stay with me, but when I saw her standing there with her tits out, her tongue down Mason’s throat like she was trying to crawl inside, I just couldn’t think straight.
    I was so pissed at Mason, and I knew it was going to take me a long time to get over it.  If I had thought for one minute that he knew it was my kid sister, then he wouldn’t have been standing.
    I couldn’t blame him too much, though.  Fuck, I didn’t even recognize her myself.  She looked like a completely different person.  All grown up.  For the most part, that is.  That pouty look she gave me when I told her she couldn’t