Montauk's Murderer

Miya laughed and flipped on her lights before gunning the motor, the beast roaring forward smoothly. "I don't think that'll be a problem." Miya suddenly slammed on the breaks causing Brand to skid off the seat and hit the floor with a thud before she began driving again.

Trind gasped, thinking that they had hit something, but when she heard the thud she was perfectly still, trying to hold back a smile. Brand flew forward, hitting his head on that hard middle thing that holds all that stuff your glove compartment can't hold. He groaned, rubbing his head. "What the f*ck was that?!" He glared menacingly at Miya. Trind giggled.

"Oh quite whining you big baby, the console's padded. She needed some cheering up and you were in the direct line of slap-stick fire mister doesn't buckle his seat belt," Miya laughed as she continued driving towards the store. She had decided that Trind would have a good time tonight if it killed her... or Brand... Either one worked for her.

Brand sighed and buckled his seat belt, "Stupid rules of the law..." He sighed again and noticed the irony of it all that he was now the enforcer of those rules. He ran his longer fingers through his disheveled hair as he looked at the back of Trind's hair. Reaching over the passenger seat, he place his hand on her shoulder; he didn't say anything, and he didn't have to. Trind smiled inwardly as she placed her hand onto his, they had been through hell and back together, they'd get through this. She turned towards him and smiled; "You wanna come and help us with decorations?" Brand paled considerably, "... Decorations for what...?"

Two hours later, the trio had finished blowing up balloons, had piles of junk food, had ordered 5 extra large pizzas, and had three pallets of sodas sitting in a large cooler.

"And now," Miya said as she flopped on the couch with a soda in hand, "we can get this party started." She hadn't invited anybody else, but she enjoyed parties and these two needed some entertainment. She hit play and music began playing. She set her drink down and pulled Trind out into the middle of the room and starting to dance with the young woman.

Despite her blush Trind was very energetic, laughing and spinning around in circles with Miya. After a few moments she stood dizzy, swaying a little. Brand laughed, bringing Trind a cup of soda, she took the cup and took a long pull. "Ah." She said as the carbonation tickled her nose. Brand looked to Miya and smiled knowingly, "You're not as tough as you put off, are you?" He was already on his fifth piece of pizza and third cup of soda.

A smirk pulled at the corner of Miya's full lips before she flinched. Brand blinked and realized she was holding his slice of pizza with a large knife held unside down in her hand and pressed firmly against his throat, the curvy female smiling as she chewed a bite of the slice. "Just because I like to have fun, doesn't mean I'm not tough." She flipped the pulled the knife away and threw it at a wall, the tip lodging several inches deep in a dartboard.

Trind nearly screamed, but she knew Miya wouldn't harm her brother... but still. Brand looked at Miya, noticing pizza sauce on her bottom lip; he walked up to her, using the soft, fleshy part of his thumb to wipe it off, licking it from his thumb. "You know, if you weren't my boss in a few days, I'd probably have a boner." He admitted, smirking at her shocked expression. Trind turned red and went to get her first piece of pizza.

Miya's mouth opened and closed a few times as she tried to reply, ignoring the shiver that ran through her body from his touch and the thoughts now racing through her head, but being dumbstruck she merely bit her bottom lip and shoved the pizza in his mouth before walking off with an undignified, "Oh shut up."

He snickered as he allowed the pizza to be shoved into his face, gulping it down and moving to another one. "and that, Trind... if you ever become a lesbian, is how you woo a woman..." He looked towards where Miya had stormed off to, "At least momentarily." He said half way scared of what she might do to him now that he was "living" with her. Trind bit her lip, her face completely red; she walked to where Miya was and smiled at her, knowing how she was reacting... kind of.

Miya breathed heavily as she tried to get her color under control, not looking up at the girl. "Stupid male..."

Trind couldn't help but laugh, putting a soothing hand on Miya's shoulder. "He's not usually this arrogant, normally he just lays around and sleeps all day." She thought for a moment, "But now he has a job..." Trind smiled weakly, knowing all too well that she didn't help any bit with that information.

Back in the living room, Brand turned on the game and was now on his second pizza (box) and through about two liters of soda. They scored a goal (soccer) and he yelled, jumping up and being the male that he was.

Miya continued glaring at the floor as a small shiver ran uo her spine. 'Oh oh, why now?'

The Major turned and walked to her bedroom, bowing slightly to Trind as she passed. "Forgive my rudeness Trind, but I need to take care of something in private. It shouldn't take more then 20 minutes." As soon as she finished talking she shut the door and began stripping. Her need was beginning to soak her panties and she didn't want it showing through her jeans.

Once nude, she walked over to her bed and opened a small drawer before pulling out her 7 inch long, little blue friend.

Trind was half way shocked, but she knew how Miya felt... she thought. She walked back into the living room and grabbed a bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos, sitting next to her brother and engaging in the soccer game.

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An hour or so later, the game was over and Trind was fast asleep on Brand's shoulder. He, finishing all of the pizza except half of a veggie one, was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. He did realize that Miya was missing and that it was awful quiet in the house, but he liked being alone most of the time; silence was golden.

Miya let her little friend fall to the floor as she breathed heavily. She hadn't been expecting to go through nine separate orgasms before her need finally vanished, and now she was absolutely beat. She slowly got up and grabbed her robe, tying it loosely just above her wide hips before walking out to the living room and pressing a few buttons on the control panel for the house's security system before falling to her favorite chair just beside the couch her new roommates were on.

Even though Trind's faint, rhythmic breathing was lulling him to sleep, he saw Miya come back out dressed in just a flimsy robe. He knew what she was doing and all he had to do was smirk to let her know that he was all knowing.

Miya rolled her eyes and flipped the male off before standing up and heading to the kitchen, returning with a few foreign beers and handing one to Brand before setting the rest down and opening one for herself.

"Don't open any windows or doors while the security system is activated. It will alert the precinct and we'll have the entire swat team in here in under three minutes."

He took the cap off with his teeth and chugged half of it before she was done; his eyes scanned her while he pondered this tid-bit of information. "That's pretty intense." Brand looked down at his slumbering sister and sighed, "I don't know how she ends up in these situations." He admitted, taking another swig of beer before looking back at Miya.

"Some people are just born lucky," Miya said before chugging the first beer and opening the second. She took a large swig of this one and set it down to adjust her fluffy black robe.

He chuckled slightly and finished off his beer as well, setting the empty glass on the end table. The news was on and there was a segment on what they were now calling 'Montauk's Murderer'. Brand sighed and looked back down at his sister, "he doesn't deserve a name."

"Agreed," Miya said and took another large swig of her brew. She hated murderers, but she disliked reporters almost as much.

After the small segment -- and apparently he had came up on the news -- he switched the television off and heaved a sigh. The electrical currents that had been running through his body earlier that day had really put a toll on him; he felt weak and exhausted. Brand rested his head on top of Trind's, closing his eyes for a moment.

Miya finished her drink and sighed as she heard soft breathing coming from Brand. "I better get them to bed." She carefully carried each of the siblings to their rooms, Brand in the guest room, and Trind sharing Miya's king-sized bed. Once she got Trind settled, the major changed into a pair of dark purple silk pajamas and slid in beside the girl, sharing her warmth with the slightly shivering female.

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The next morning, after a long hot shower early in the mormning, Miya walked to the kitchen in her black robe and began cooking breakfast. She always loved her days off, even if she didn't take them often.

Today however, she had gotten a phone call an hour before she had to be into the precinct from the Chief ordering her to play body guard for the pair. He knew Miya's work habits and figured he would give he a sort of working vacation, and she knew it too.

"Oh well. It's been a while since I've had a day off."

Trind was the first of the two to get out of bed, she was still in her clothes but didn't mind it. She took a quick shower and came out into the kitchen with a pair of shorts and a tank top, her hair put up into a sloppy bun since it was wet. "Good morning." She said with a smile, Trind had always been a morning person.

Miya smiled as she turned away from her mixing bowl. "Good morning. Sleep well?"