Jaxon turns to me, and I wiggle out of his grasp, ungracefully landing on my feet.
“Where are you going?” he says.
I dodge his hand as it swipes out to grab me. “Bed. I’m exhausted.”
Jaxon doesn’t chase after me. He drops his arms to his sides and looks at me from head to toe, the corner of his lip quirking.
Backing up another step, I put more space between us, then the island table that he’ll have to go around if he chases me. I shiver at the thought of him chasing me. I can only imagine what it would be like to run through the woods late at night with the threat of my brother pinning me to the ground.
Jaxon smirks like he knows what’s going through my head. “You better go to your room, sis. Wouldn’t want your big brother to corrupt you.”
“What if I’m already corrupt?” The words are out of my mouth before I realize what I’ve said.
His smile widens dangerously. “Liar.”
A blush works its way to my cheeks, and I rush out of the kitchen and hide in my bedroom. I slip under the sheets and lie on my back, since that’s the only comfortable position I can be in until I heal.
Jaxon doesn’t think I’m corrupt?
He doesn’t know the things that run through my head and the fantasies I have about him. He may tease me with his innocent flirting, maybe even kiss me out of amusement, but my reactions to him are genuine. I want my brother, but I can’t have him, so the next best thing to get over these feelings is to put myself out there in the dating pool.
I fish under my pillows until I find my phone, then pull up the app store to download as many dating apps as possible.The only hitch is that Jaxon can’t know about this. He’ll lose his shit and murder any guy I talk to.
I just have to make sure he never finds out.
Ilean against the counter where Dahlia sat before our fucking dad came in and broke apart a moment I didn’t want to end. My head hangs forward between my shoulders, and I breathe through my nose to will my erection away. It’s been ten minutes and I’m still trembling with the need to come.
Dad is on my shit list, especially after he tore me and Dahlia apart. She was right there for the taking, and he had to fuck it up. To make matters worse, she wanted to give in to me, but then flipped, reverting to the whole it’s-wrong spiel.
I straighten and shove my hand through my hair to move it out of my eyes. If Dahlia wants to be a tease, then that’s fine. I can be a tease, too.
I leave the kitchen and head upstairs to my bedroom. My steps slow as I pass Dahlia’s closed door, and I listen closely for any sounds but hear nothing. She must be asleep, dreaming about other men and god knows what else.
Is it wrong that I’m jealous of the men in her dreams?
Clenching my jaw, I go into my bedroom and leave the door open. I pass by my bed, taking in the twisted sheets and wrinkles on my pillows that weren’t there before I left to visit Kyle. I arch an eyebrow, wondering why she came in here while I was gone. Not that I care if she comes and goes in my bedroom, but she’s sneaking around, thinking I won’t notice. Especially after seeing her in my clothes and how my shirt clung to her stomach, giving me an eyeful of her delicious curves.
I walk into my bathroom, flip on the light, and undress. My briefs barely touch the ground before I get in the shower. I turn on the cold water first, praying it’ll be enough to get rid of my boner. My skin shivers from the temperature, but I still feel so hot, and my muscles are straining. I grab myself, languidly stroking my dick and squeezing out drops of pre-cum.
Dahlia’s sighs and soft moans echo in my head. The euphoric feeling of her thighs wrapped around my waist follows close behind. I squeeze my eyes shut and pant as I stroke with more vigor. How quickly I come is embarrassing, and I catch my load in an empty pill bottle. It’s already half full and just needs a couple more loads before it holds enough for what I plan.
I clean myself off and wash my hair, then get out of the shower once I rinse off. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I pause when I notice a pile of clothes I didn’t see before. I cross the space and scoop up the discarded shorts and crop top. A smaller piece of clothing falls, and I grab it mid-air. Dahlia’s thong dangles from my fingers, and my softening cock jerks back to life. Of course she would wear green-and-black undergarments.
I groan and bring the used underwear to my nose and breathe in the musky scent. It’s so strong, like I have my face between her legs right now. With a shudder, I run my tonguealong the small patch where her pussy rubbed. She tastes so fucking good. I lick again, my hand flying down to my cock. My towel falls to the floor and pools around my feet as I stroke myself while licking her panties like some goddamn desperate pervert.
My palm burns my shaft, and I let go of myself long enough to spit in my open hand before I fist myself again. My legs tremble as I work myself closer to another orgasm that lingers but won’t come fast enough. I walk into my room and have to stop just outside the bathroom doorway and lean my shoulder against the wooden frame.
“Fuck, Dahlia,” I growl.
I lick her panties and revel in her faint taste, and I hate myself for it. If it weren’t for me licking her underwear, I’d still be able to smell her musky scent. My eyes slide shut, and a deep groan works its way up my chest and out of my throat as my balls draw up tight.
“Do you hear me, sis?” I yell.
Silence.
I drop my head back and wrap her thong around my dick, stroking myself until I’m coming so much that I hate wasting it. It should be in the pill bottle.
Better yet, it should be deep inside my sister’s cunt.
