Authors: Selena Kitt
“I’m listening now.” She leaned in closer to him and he let her wrists go. He was all the way to the wall and he couldn’t go back any further.
“Well, I don’t have anything to say.” He shrank away when she crawled onto the bed.
“Your journal said it all.” She stretched out beside him, not touching him, just lying there.
He swallowed. “You don’t know anything.”
“I know everything.” She dared to scoot a little closer. “I know you want me.”
“I’m a guy.” He snorted. “I’d fuck anything that moved. Not my fault you run around here wearing practically nothing. So I look. Sue me.”
“I want you, too,” she confessed, edging closer still. She could feel the heat of his body. Her pussy throbbed. She did want him. More than anything.
“Don’t do this.” His voice was strangled. “We’re not going to do this. It would ruin you. I’m not going to ruin you.”
“How would it ruin me?” She shook her head, reaching out to touch his cheek. He shrank from her touch, but there was nowhere to go. “You think you’re broken? That you’re a monster?”
A small, pained sound escaped his throat. She stroked his cheek, the side of his neck.
“Then so am I.” She wiggled closer on his mattress. It was just a twin. It wasn’t hard to bridge the gap. She heard his sharp intake of breath when her thighs touched his, even through the sheet. “Do you know what I did today?”
“... What?” He swallowed, an audible click. His breath was warm and ragged against her face, the breeze coming in through the window cooling her damp skin.
“I didn’t just watch you.” She ran her hand over his shoulder, feeling his muscles tense at her touch. She found his hand, slipping hers into his. “Evan, just seeing you like that. With her. I was so jealous. So mad at you.”
“Faye...” There was a warning in his voice, but she went on anyway, slowly bringing his hand along with her.
“But I was so turned on,” she confessed. “Oh, I was. I wanted you so much. I stood there in the hallway watching you fuck another woman, and I touched myself.”
“Oh God,” he whispered as she drew his hand between her legs.
“I slipped my fingers into my pussy,” she told him in a low voice, using her hand over his to cup her bare little mound. “And I wanted it to be you, Evan.”
“No, Faye,” he groaned, but his fingers moved over her softness.
“Yes,” she said, curling her fingers over his, parting her slit. “Feel. That’s how wet you make me.”
“Oh fuck.” He tried to pull his hand away, but she squeezed her thighs together, kept his fingers there with her. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing.” She rocked her hips, letting out a little moan as she rubbed his fingers over her clit. “I’m not a little girl, Evan. I know what I want. I know
who
I want.”
“Faye, I’m your brother.”
“
Step
brother,” she reminded him softly, echoing his words earlier today. “I know who you are. I know you better than anyone. Just like you know me.”
“Please, don’t do this,” he begged as she started pressing his fingers in deeper, working them into her flesh.
“Oh, but it feels so good,” she said, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “You make me feel so good. I came so hard watching you come today. Harder than I’ve ever come before.”
He groaned as she started to move his fingers in and out, her hips moving, mimicking a slow fucking motion.
“It’s just sex.” He swallowed, clearing his throat. “Faye, you’re young. You’re beautiful. Of course I want you. And... if you saw me with Callista—even though I
told
you to stay in the goddamned car—I can understand how that might excite you. But that doesn’t mean anything, except that you’re a normal, healthy girl. Who just happens to also be
my sister
.”
“Oh, stop it.” She pushed at his broad chest with her other hand. He didn’t go far, he was already ass-to-the-wall. “Don’t turn on that superior older brother act with me. It isn’t just sex. Although God knows that’s part of it. Because I’m soaking wet for you and you’re hard as a fucking rock right now.”
“I am not,” he snapped.
“Really?” She reached her other hand down and grabbed him through the sheet.
“Fuck!” He hissed. His cock jerked in her hand, hard as a rock, just as she’d predicted.
“But it’s not just sex,” she insisted. Now that she had his cock in her hand, she wasn’t going to let it go. “Because when I saw you with her, I knew it was wrong.”
“Hell yes, it’s wrong, that’s what I’ve been saying,” he snapped. “I’m your brother.”
“No, not that.” She sighed. “You and her. It was wrong. It felt all wrong. Because you aren’t supposed to be with her. You’re supposed to be with me.”
“Faye, no.” His mouth kept saying that, but his cock throbbed, and he moaned when she let him go just long enough to slip her hand under the sheet, to grip him with her fist.
“Yes, Evan,” she breathed, bringing her face close to his, close enough she could see his eyes, silver in the moonlight. “You know, for a guy who couldn’t stop talking about my pussy in his journal, you sure put up quite a fight when it’s right here in front of you. In your goddamned hand.”
She rocked against him. He hadn’t taken his hand away. His fingers were still inside her, moving in and out, in spite of his words.
“I can’t.”
“You think you’re going to hurt me?”
He nodded slowly, pursing his lips together.
“Do you know what hurts me?” She swallowed, feeling her lower lip starting to quiver. “What hurts me is your rejection. What hurts me is every time you push me away. You’ve been tearing my heart out, Evan, trying to make me hate you. God, you’re so stupid! You’re hurting me right now. Telling me no.”
Fuck, now she was crying. Tears slipped down her cheeks.
“Oh Faye, don’t...” he croaked, his face pained.
“Please don’t tell me no anymore,” she pleaded, wiggling as close to him as she could, pressing her body to his, her breasts in her tank top to his bare chest, her lips almost touching his. “Please don’t shut me out anymore. Please, Evan.”
“Oh, sweetheart...” His mouth moved with his words, his lips barely brushing hers, sending a sweet shiver through her body.
“Please. Let me have this,” she begged him, her hand tightening on his cock. He hissed air through gritted teeth when she did that and she felt his fingers curl inside her. “Let me be close to you. Like this.”
“I can’t...” He gave out a low moan as she stroked him. “Oh fuck, I can’t stop.”
If his mouth hadn’t covered hers, she might have screamed and given them away to their parents when he finally gave in. It was like a sudden storm, a torrential rain that soaked her to the skin and made her shiver with its power and ability to make her feel something so strong. That’s what it felt like when he rolled onto her, pinning her to the mattress with his body, the sheet gone.
“Oh Faye, you don’t know what you’ve done to me,” he whispered, his hands moving over her in the darkness. The weight of him was incredible, leaving her breathless. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t believe you’re here...”
“I’m here,” she gasped, feeling the heat of his erection against her mound, trapped between them, a steel beam. “You fucking bastard, why didn’t you tell me? You should have told me!”
“I needed you to hate me,” he confessed, propping himself up on one arm to look down at her in the moonlight. “Or I was going to do something we’d both regret.”
“No regrets.” She shook her head, reaching down to feel him, thick and hard, rubbing him against her clit. Oh, that was good. She shivered. “And if you don’t stop talking, I’m going to put something in your mouth to make you shut the hell up.”
“That so?” He grinned. Then he groaned when she slid him up and down her slit.
“If you keep going, I'll have to stop my gigolo service and dedicate my life to pleasing you in every way,” he warned.
“Every way?”
He grabbed her tank top and pulled it up, revealing her breasts. He looked at her like he was going to eat her up, the proverbial big bad wolf. For a minute she was actually scared.
“Every way,” he growled, lowering his head to chest. She inhaled sharply when his thumb toyed with her erect nipple and his mouth covered the other. He suckled hard, raking his teeth over her nipple, leaving dark hickeys on her skin. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, knowing their parents were right down the hall, but he made her want to scream and thrash. It was her body’s natural reaction and she’d never had to suppress anything so strong before.
She’d never felt anything like this before.
His mouth and one hand busy on her chest, he slid his free hand down to her cunt. His finger touched her wet, swollen pussy lips. Acting like a navigator to a starving explorer, she used her hand to edge his fingers towards her throbbing, pulsating clit.
“Here,” she whispered in his ear. “It’s yours, Evan. All yours.”
He moaned, her nipple in his mouth, his thumb playing with her clit as he slid one finger, then another and another, into her pussy. She swayed her hips, letting him play her like a video game, while she reached down to grab his cock, jerking him with the same series of quick movements. It wasn’t long before they were both panting and thrusting against each other, eager for more.
“Easy,” he warned, reaching down to still her hand on him. “I might come.”
“I want to see you come,” she urged, squeezing his cock, making him moan.
“Hell no, not yet.” He moved his hips, easing his cock out of her hand.
Then he was moving her, his muscular arms encircling her thighs. In a single fluid movement, he rolled her on the bed, so he was on his back and she was straddling his face.
“Don't be loud,” he ordered, his voice firm and authoritative. “You can’t wake up Mom and Dad.”
“I know, I can be quiet.” She nodded, looking down at him, feeling his hands moving over her hips, squeezing her ass. “Promise.”
“Taste,” he whispered, lifting his still wet fingers to her mouth.
She sucked on them, damp from her pussy juices. She tasted each finger, luxuriating in the tangy sweetness. Faye giggled when his stubble tickled her inner thighs. She felt his teeth bite into her upper legs. Each love bite coming closer and closer to her exposed pussy.
It seemed like a playground game until his mouth found her pussy. Her eyes closed as her body started to drown in the pleasures Evan unleashed from his mouth. Then a tidal wave flooded her body. A pleasure almost incomprehensible in its magnitude.
He spread open her pussy and licked. Tonguing her pussy lips, he dove even deeper.
“Oh God, Evan,” she moaned softly. “Don't stop. Please don't stop.”
Faye grabbed a nearby pillow and held it across her breasts, rocking on top of him, his mouth taking her to newer and newer heights. With each new lash of his tongue, she brought the pillow up to her face, prepared to stifle any scream.
As his tongue lapped up her pussy juices, it snagged itself again and again on her clit.
She held the pillow hard over her mouth and screamed as pleasure paralyzed her entire body. She froze on him, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of her ass, pulling her closer to him, and then it was like she was being electrocuted from the inside out, her whole body jerking with her orgasm, encased in a vortex of quivering, shuddering, spasmodic bliss.