Page 77 of Hate That Blooms
“Me too,” I whisper back. “It’s been too long since we had a night like this.”
We stay on the dance floor for a while longer, moving to the music, laughing at each other’s missteps, and simply enjoying the closeness. We’re comfortable, and I feel like I’m rediscovering a part of myself that had been buried under the weight of day-to-day life. The quiet moments, the ones that remind me of what I’m working for, what we’re building together.
As the night winds down, we return to our table, the light from the patio lamps casting a soft glow around us. The waiter brings over a small cake, a little surprise from the restaurant, to celebrate Joaquín’s birthday. He looks up at me, his smile genuine and full of affection.
“You’ve made this a perfect night, Gabby,” he says, his voice full of warmth. “Thank you for this. For everything.”
I grin, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. “Happy birthday, Joaquín. You deserve all of this and so much more.”
He reaches for his cake, taking a bite and laughing as the frosting gets stuck on his lips. I laugh too—the sound of it easy and carefree. I realize how much we need to have moments where it’s just us like this, without the noise of everyday life.
* * *
Joaquín pulls into the driveway and turns off the truck, and I stare at him from the passenger seat. “Well, birthday boy, what do you want to do tonight? We have no Mireya, and you have me all to yourself.” I bite my lower lip and look up at him through my lashes. “Whatever. You. Want.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He pushes open his door and practically falls out, closing it behind him. Rounding the front of the truck, he opens my door, spins me, and pulls me to the edge of the seat. “Spread your legs for me. Let me see my pussy.”
I do what he says, spreading my legs, and the only thing that blocks his view from getting any eye full of me is the sheer red thong. Hearing him groan at the sight of me gives me butterflies that go from my stomach to my clit. “Go on,brother, taste yoursister.”
Am I playing into Joaquín’s kink? You bet your sweet ass I am.
I’d be lying if I said that it didn’t turn me on, too.
“Are you fond of this pair,Hermosa?"Bringing my attention to my thong as he rubs the pad of his thumb over my sensitive clit.
“No,” I moan from the stimulation. “Rip them to shreds for all I care. Just keep touching me.”
“Oh, I’m going to do more than touch you,sister.Yourbrotheris going to devour you, and then after you’ve soaked my face, I’m going to carry you into the house.” Joaquín grips the fabric at my hip and pulls, ripping the fabric. “I’m going to bend you over the arm of the couch and fuck this pretty little cunt until you scream my name.”
The cool night air has a shiver running through me, and Joaquín smirks. “Let me warm you up a little bit, baby.” And before I can tell him to just take me in the house and fuck the shit out of me, his mouth is on me. His warm tongue torturing me with slow, languid strokes from my entrance to my clit.
“Oh, my Go—” I moan so loudly that the neighbors can probably hear me.
“I’m not God,Reina. Yo soy tu Rey. Tu hermanastro y este vagina es mío. (I'm your king. Your step brother and this pussy is mine.)”
He is my everything. My childhood crush. My bully, who worked on himself to become the man I needed him to be. And someday, he’ll be my husband. The future father of my children and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The sensation of my orgasm building as he adds in his middle and ring finger has me wriggling my hips, meeting the strokes of his tongue on my clit. The firm pressure building has my thighs quaking and attempting to close around him. “Ah-ah,Reina,” he says, using his shoulder to keep my right thigh pushed open. “Fucking scream my name so loud the neighbors hear it.”
The cascade of pleasure hits, and it’s like everything falls away. The world around me fades away in a sea of tears that fall from my eyes. “Quín!” His name comes out way louder than I expected, and the gush of fluid pools in his hand, against his face, and puddles on the seat.
“Fuck yes! That’s it,Hermosa.Fucking soak this seat and my face with your cum. You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” Joaquín praises as I come down from the high of my orgasm. “I need to get you inside before I come in my pants. All this cum needs to be inside you. I need to fill you up,” he pants. “I need to see this pretty cunt dripping with us.”
Joaquín takes no time in throwing me over his shoulder, smacking my ass, and slamming the truck door closed. He carries me like a caveman, carrying his conquest up the front steps, unlocking the front door and closing it behind us. He bends me over the arm of the couch, hikes the skirt of my dress up and stares at my pussy.
“Such a pretty cunt my sister has.” He groans. I hear the clink of his belt and the pull of the teeth of his zipper in the silence. The only other noise is the sound of our erratic breathing. “Are you ready to take my cock, baby?”
“Yes, please. Please fuck me, Quín. I need to feel you.” With his cock at my entrance, he thrust inside me in one hard motion, slamming my hips into the arm of the couch. Then he pulled back to the tip and slammed back in, stretching me, filling me so completely. I let out a cry from his cock hitting my cervix, but the cry quickly shifted into deep moans as his hips pistoned against my ass.
“Look at you, my sweet step sister, getting her pretty cunt stretched out by her step brother’s cock. Right here in the living room.” He grunts with each thrust. “Tell me you want it. Tell me how much you want your step brother’s cock.”
“Oh, fuck,” I moan into the pillow. Joaquín pulls his cock all the way out, smacks my ass, then thrusts back inside me again.
“Tell me, Gabriela.”
“Oh my God, I want it. I want my step brother’s cock so bad. Please,pleasegive it to me.” He leans over me and takes my mouth with his, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I can taste myself on his lips. His hand wraps around my throat and he gives me a firm squeeze.
“That’s right, because you're my dirty little sister, aren’t you?”
