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Brother's Big Secret [PF & Rapedoll]

Rose couldn't help but wonder about Lee and Logan's so called complicated relationship. Perhaps Lee was the one, or one of the ones Rose had herd Logan with at night since she had moved in with here with her mother and new stepfather.

Chuckling softly, "Sure, wait here while I go get my license." Rose said as she walked to her bedroom. After a few minutes she returned and handed Logan her drivers license a small smirk playing at the side of her lips. " There, you happy now?"
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Logan was fairly shocked when Rose agreed to go fetch her driver’s license for him to see. He was shocked that his sorry excuse to get her to show it to him had worked and he was just as shocked that she didn’t throw out some equally sorry excuse for why she couldn’t produce such a license. Certainly the state that Rose had moved here from did not issue driver’s licenses to someone as young as Rose appeared. Maybe she had a learner’s permit? That made a bit more sense. Either way, her license would have her birth date on it and Logan would be able to use it to calculate her age and catch Little Miss Rose in her deception.

When Rose returned with a small, laminated piece of plastic that would surely prove her farce, Logan did not hesitate in taking it and looking it over. He couldn’t believe what he was reading. According to this, Rose was born in October of nineteen ninety-four, which would make her nearly eighteen years of age. Had she been telling Logan the truth this whole time? How could she be almost eighteen and look so young?

Logan’s fingers turned the license in his hand for a few moments, scanning the piece of plastic for the warping that usually would mark a fake identification but he couldn’t find anything. As far as Logan could tell, this was the real deal. Unfortunately, it was an out-of-state license so Logan couldn’t tell by looks alone if it was a fake, but it still didn’t feel fake, which was a better indicator anyway.

“That will do nicely,” Logan said as he held the license back out for the little redhead to take. If Rose was telling the truth, which it seemed very strongly that she was, then his original game plan for the night was back on track. “You know, it occurs to me that you just moved here and don’t know anyone. I’m only going out to a club, so why don’t you go throw on some clothes and join me?”
 
Crossing her arms in front of her .. she slightly bounced on her toes as she waited for Logan to finish examining her drivers license, a slight smirk marked her face. While he was checking out the license she was checking him out... it should be against the law that someone could look as good as him.. Especially seeing he was her brother.. err step brother . Surely if Logan didn't believe her this would prove what she claimed.

Her face brightened when he offered to take her out. She had never been asked out before, not that it really counted anyways because, Logan was her stepbrother. But just as fast the smile was gone. " I'm not eighteen. I can't get into a club. Can I?" Not being from around there she wasn't sure exactly what the age limit was for a night club but she was sure it had to be at least eighteen. Unless Logan was talking about another kind of club, but what? "Are you talking about something other then a night club?"
 
Logan’s brow quirked when Rose asked if he had meant something other than a nightclub. At first, that seemed like a bit of a stupid question but then he remembered that she was not from around here. The Brawlers pretty much ran Ashburn’s ‘Entertainment District, which was what the city’s youth affectionately called the plaza where the majority of the city’s most popular recreational facilities were located. There was the Little Duffer’s Miniature Golf Course, the Pennies and Dymes Arcade, the Spares and Strikes bowling alley, the Hollywood Filmz movie theatre, and The Pulse, Ashburn’s hottest nightclub. The plaza also housed a roller rink, a Gold’s Gym, and another club that was direct more towards adults – nothing XXX rated, mind you. It was, more or less, a glorified bar with darts, pool tables, and the like. The Brawler’s had connections to just about all of these establishments, save for the later three, which was fine by Logan because none of those particularly interested him anyway. Their connection to The Pulse was especially strong, seeing as it was owned by one of the captain’s older siblings.

Though it was true that Rose wouldn’t be able to walk into The Pulse by herself, she wouldn’t be going alone. Logan would be right there beside her and all he would have to do to get her inside would be to tell the bouncer at the door that she was with him. The only thing that Logan probably wouldn’t be able to do was convince the barkeeper to pour Rose a glass of anything other than water, root beer, or some kind of fountain drink, but she didn’t look like a drinker to him anyway.

“Don’t you worry about not being eighteen,” Logan answered the confused little redhead. “Yes, we’re going to a nightclub but I can get you in the door – I know the owner and most of the staff. I won’t be able to get you any hard drinks, but you need to get out and mingle. Have you even left this house since you got here?”
 
Rose shook her head .. lightly chewing her lip.
"No, I"ve never had anywhere to really go since i got here." Naturally being only Seventeen Rose had never been to a club before. Her eyes drifting over Logan,
"Yeah, ok, It sounds like fun."

Leaving Logan in the living room Rose disappeared into her room. A short time later she emerged ... her long red hair hung down her back in soft curls.. She had on makeup that was not over the top but seemed to bring out her large brown eyes in a deeply sexy way. Her full lips where done in a warm wine color and just a hint of blush on her cheeks that couldn't mask her dimples when she smiled. At least now she looked more like seventeen and not a little fourteen year old. She was wearing a tight crimson halter that showed off her firm breasts, the front dipped down to a low V in the front and open in the back. A short black skirt with black lace peeking out from under it. Stockings and black heels.

She walked out into the living room and looked at Logan. " I hope this is ok... I don't really have a lot of party cloths." Then she looked down and mumbled something under her breath.
 
It would have been difficult for anyone to have not noticed how much more mature Rose looked with a little bit of makeup and a change of clothes. With the robe and the loose night clothes gone, it was much easier for Logan to believe that his new sister was just a rather short, baby-faced seventeen year old; going on eighteen soon. Her change of clothes hugged her body much more tightly and showed off the feminine curves that her robe had concealed. The makeup helped, of course, but the clothes were what really made the difference here. A fourteen year old could have easily developed breasts early, but Logan was fairly certain that a fourteen year old would not have Rose’s hips. Rose was a perfect example of that old saying about judging a book by its cover.

“I think that you will fit right in at The Pulse,” Logan said as he stepped aside and opened the door before motioning Rose to exit first. “Frankly, I am surprised that you have any party clothes at all with how quiet you’ve been. I was starting to assume that you were the bookish shut-in type. I guess that it is nice to be wrong sometimes.”

When Logan finished speaking, a little smirk slid across his lips and he shot a playful wink at his new step-sister. Just like that, Logan’s nightly game of cat and mouse had begun. The difference about tonight, however, was that he had not selected one of his friends or an acquaintance that he had met at The Pulse or other Brawler hangout. Tonight, he had selected his new step-sister - a taboo fruit that would make the night all the sweeter with success. He would need to take things slower than usual, however. First, he would have to send her subtle signs of interest and see how she reacted to such attention before he made any real advances. When the time came for advances, he would need to be very cautious. He and Rose were family now, if only by marriage, and this fact would likely be at the forefront of the redhead’s thoughts. Logan would need to ease himself onto Rose and undermine that fact – he would need to make her want him so badly that no social stigma could make their attraction wrong.

The only thing that worried Logan at this point was how shy Rose seemed to be. He had planned for Rose to be a difficult target due to the two of them being siblings in the eyes of any legal or social circle. For her to also be this shy and awkward likely meant that she was also a virgin and didn’t intend on changing that anytime soon. It would also mean that Logan just might be shooting at an impossible target but that had never stopped him before. Besides, Logan always had a plan B for when things went south.
 
It was true, Rose didn't have a lot of party cloths. As a matter of fact, this was the only outfit like this she owned. After moving to the big city, (well to Rose it was a big city) she had been telling herself she wanted to change and stop being so shy and predictable, never taking a chance or trying something new. And just three days ago she had been walking through the mall when she noticed this shop that sold Gothic and party cloths. And totally out of character for her she did something spontaneous and went in the store and tried out the outfit. A short time later she walked out of the store with the bag under her arm.

Now tonight Logan was the first person to see Rose's new look. Standing there a little bit nervous, she almost ran back in her room and exchanged the outfit for a pair of jeans when she first saw the look in Logan's eyes. She could almost feel her knees knocking together, until she heard Logan speak. " Are you sure this looks alright? I could always go change into something else." She said, ready to bolt back into her room. She couldn't have felt more awkward if she had been standing there in the nude.

Then seeing Logan's wink, a smile slowly slid across her lips, at the same time looking down at the ground blushing. "Should we take separate cars? I could fallow you, then that way, if you get busy you wont feel stuck with me and i could just drive myself home."
 
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Logan retorted in answer to both Rose’s subtle desire to go change and to her suggestion that the two of them take separate vehicles. “That outfit is just fine for where we are going and we are going together so you will be riding with me. Now, if you’re ready to go then I suggest that we get going. We wouldn’t want to have you out too late or your mother might wonder if you’ve been abducted.”

Logan’s tone was quite firm as he spoke. It was as if he were not offering to give Rose a ride, but as if he were indirectly commanding her to ride with him. Most people would have probably brushed such talk off as just a brash statement but it was much more; it was a command, as it had seemed. If Logan wanted the night to end with his new step-sister in his bed then he knew that he would need to maintain control of the situation. Rose just didn’t seem like ‘that kind’ of girl to Logan. If he was right about her being this shy little mouse of a girl then he knew that Rose would need a firm hand to guide her where he wanted her to go.
 
She was only to happy to be riding with Logan instead of taking her car. She didn't like driving at night in a strange city. However, she didn't want Logan to feel like he was trapped with her, in case he wanted to get rid of her. After all Logan was a good looking man and he surely would have lots of woman swooning over him.

"Ok, but if you get busy later I can always take a cab home" she told him as she stepped out the door slightly ahead of Logan.
A slight shiver went through her , crossing her arms in front of her chest. The night was cold and damp. At the bottom of the stairs she stopped and waited looking up and down the street seeing if she could pick out Logan's car. She could sense Logan as he came closer, long before she could see him. The man defiantly projected and aura around him that was unmistakable.
 
Once the little redhead had finally moved past Logan and out the door, the young man followed in tow and shut the door behind him. It took him only moments to retrieve his keys from his pocket and lock the door so that would-be thieves could not simply walk in. Of course, Chuck’s home had little to fear from vandals considering that his son was the top of the food chain in Ashburn’s underground, but Chuck didn’t need to know that. He locked his doors just like every other red-blooded American so Logan thought it was best not to leave the place unlocked.

With the door locked, Logan turned his attention to his dark blue corvette that sat in the small two-car drive at the side of the duplex. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rose glancing up and down either side of the street. He wasn’t positive of what she was looking for but he had a good guess. It surprised him that she had missed the drive where he and his father parked. It probably shouldn’t have, considering that there wasn’t room for her or her mother’s vehicles. She wouldn’t have had any reason to note the drive or the small shed at the end that housed Logan’s bike.

“Over here,” Logan said simply as he moved toward his vehicle and hit the button on his key ring that unlocked the dark sports car. The blue corvette’s lights flashed for a few seconds when he pressed the button and it emitted a beeping tone that signaled the alarm system disengaging. With the alarm off, Logan reached down and opened the passenger side door for his guest of the evening.
 
Rose fallowed Logan over to the car, trying to act unimpressed. Back where she came from most of the boys drove there fathers old pickup truck. She never knew anybody Logan's age that could afford a sports car like this one.

Smiling she slid into the passenger side as Logan held the door for her. " Nice car. Who did you have to kill to afford this." she said noticing the rich leather interior of the car. For a moment Rose had the feeling of a modern day Cinderella being whisked away to the dance. Only this wasn't a pumpkin or a handsome prince. This was a hot sports car and this was her new step brother that was every bit just as hot at the car he drove.
 
Once Rose had seated herself in the passenger seat of the corvette, Logan shut her door for her and made his way around to the driver’s side. He had heard Rose’s question before he had done so and, in truth, it brought a little smirk to his lips. Kill? No, Logan wasn’t the kind of man to resort to such savage measures, despite the obvious play on words that it could have had with his street name. A lot of illegal activities went into acquiring the life of luxury that the young man lived, of course, but murder wasn’t one of them. He decided it was best to not answer his little sister on that one – it was probably meant rhetorically anyway.

A feeling of triumph surged through Logan as he crawled into the driver’s seat and shut the door. Despite his new sister’s young looks, she was within what he viewed as an acceptable age for what he had planned. Better yet, he had managed to get her away from the house and agree to go with him to a place that seemed so far out of her element. He was drawing all of the right cards tonight and if this kept up, he would get to play his hand a little earlier than expected.

“I hope you don’t mind if we slip into a private VIP room,” Logan said as he started the car and shifted it into reverse to pull out of the drive. “It will cut back on your social time tonight, after all.”

The corvette handled like a precision machine, cutting sharp out of the drive and then lurching forward as if it were one fluid motion. Logan even seemed to be one with the sports car as his hands and feet moved to seamlessly shift through the first set of gears without causing that jerking feeling that Rose was probably accustomed to in the old trucks that the guys drove around back where she was from. No, this car was a fine-tuned machine almost fully custom-built for the driver.
 
Sinking into the leather seats, Rose felt like she was sinking into a lap of luxury. The buttery leather cradled her as though she was riding on air.
She smiled over at Logan, she had the feeling she was in a fairy tail. The night seemed to be taking on a dream like quality. Never would she have imagined she would be going out to a night club. But then again a few months ago she didn't even know she would suddenly have a step brother, a rather handsome stepbrother at that.

Although when Logan stepped on the gas, the car was smooth, but the force pushed her deeper into the seat.
Taking her eyes off Logan, it made her nervous the way he looked at her sometimes. " Oh no i don't mind. I've never been in a VIP room before." She neglected to say that she had never been in a night club before, let alone a VIP room. But Rose was glad in a way, because she was way to shy for to be in a crowd of people .. at least not yet. She had told herself when she moved here that she was she was going to work on not being so shy, coming out of her shell .. being more spontaneous. While Logan concentrated on the road, Rose sunk a look at Logan now and then. I wonder what kind of girl he goes out with, she wondered to herself. But she was sure it wouldn't have been a shy, plan girl like her.. probably somebody exotic like the girl that came by earlier tonight.
 
Logan had expected Rose to offer some kind of resistance to the idea of getting a VIP room, and when she did not, his smirk returned to his lips. Rose would have surely reacted more appropriately to Logan’s expectations if she knew just what a VIP room was in The Pulse. Though the club was relatively new, the building in which it resided was not. The Pulse’s building used to be a popular bed and breakfast hotel in Ashburn before the owner died and left the business to his grandson, whom shut the hotel down and converted it into the now widely popular nightclub. The first floor lobby was converted into the club itself while the bedrooms on the second and third floors were converted into the VIP rooms.

The VIP rooms of the Pulse were rented by the night, just as a hotel room would be, though you could not sleep there. When the club closed at three in the morning, the VIP rooms were all checked to ensure that they were empty and then cleaned for the next night’s customers the following morning. Each room included a bed, a fully equipped entertainment center, a couch and loveseat set matching the bed, a private restroom, and a fully stocked private bar – all you can drink included with the price of the room. These rooms were a swinger’s dream and the Brawlers made great use of them for both personal reasons and ‘business’. Needless to say, VIP rooms at The Pulse weren’t cheap, but with the pay delivery that Logan had just received from Lee, he could have rented an entire floor and still had grocery and gas money for the next two weeks.

“Oh, you’ll love it,” Logan said with a smooth and confident tone. “It’ll be just the two of us. I’m not ready to share you with the rest of the crowed just yet.” As Logan spoke, he chanced a glance over at Rose and shot her another wink before his eyes returned to the road. The Pulse wasn’t too far away from their home which was on the outskirts of the city. The drive to The Pulse usually took Logan about thirty minutes on a clear traffic day like this one – give or take a few minutes depending on how many traffic lights stopped him and how many he dodged.
 
"I'm sure i will. Mind if I turn on the radio?" She said as she reached over and played with the dials. She tried listening to music, and finally gazed out the window, she thought Logan caught her looking at him. After all he was her new brother, what on earth was she doing looking at him in the first place.

Wet from nerves she wiped her hands on her skirt. She didn't know why the thought of being alone with Logan would make her nervous... and after all, even thought it was a VIP room, it was a club. So she wouldn't really be alone with him, now would she? Without turning to look at him, "will you have a lot of friends at the club? Wont you want to spend some time with them? You know if you want you can go hang out with them, after all i don't need a babysitter."
 
Logan wasn’t one to listen to the radio while he was driving. After all, he was usually too busy making deals or trying to pick up his next fling which left him little time to be alone in his car to enjoy the radio. If it weren’t for the girls that always went for the dials when they got into his car, he probably would not notice if it broke. As it so happened, however, the radio in his car did work and when Rose began to play with the dials, it turned itself on and began to flip through the channels. Logan didn’t seem to notice. He rarely did.

“Oh, I am sure that I will know most of the people at The Pulse one way or another,” Logan responded to Rose without giving her as much as a glance in her direction. “Most of the town’s younger crowd hits The Pulse at least once a week. It’s the social hub of Ashburn for anyone under thirty, after all. As for letting you wander off alone – I can’t let you do that. I’m sure you’ve seen the news, or at the very least, had my father warn you about the Ashburn Brawlers right? It’s no secret that they pretty much run the Entertainment District and, by extension, The Pulse. You aren’t leaving my side.”

Indeed, the Brawlers were a constant source of news and rumors for the small city and were mentioned on the evening news on a nearly nightly basis. Furthermore, Chuck would have definitely advised his new family to be aware of the ‘constant danger that the Brawlers posed to the citizens of Ashburn’. At least, that’s what the news told the populace so that is how Chuck saw them – completely unaware that his own son was one of the founding members and widely accepted as the top of their food chain.
 
"Mhm Chuck had warned us, me and my mother. Hmm, do you know anybody that's one of them? I think it would be kind of exciting don't you?" She said turning to look at Logan. "This place, if it attracts most of the younger crowd, then some of them must go there." Without knowing any better Rose was poking Logan. Back in her home town it was always so quiet.. and, now in a new town where nobody knew her the thought of meeting one of Ashburn's so called bad boys excited her. Ashamed of her fantasies she quickly turned her face away from Logan, pretending to look out the window to hide the blush in her cheeks.

Absently she wiped at the light film of sweat that seemed to appear on her skin where her halter dipped low reveling the golden honey skin of her cleavage. The crimson material of her halter clung to her skin reveling her hard nipples through the thin fabric. She bit her lip and wondered why her heart was racing, "are we almost there?"
 
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