My cum soaks into the cotton underwear and dampens my fingers and palm as I shake my dick, squeezing the head while I finish. My legs give out and I fall on my ass with a breathless chuckle as I lean against the wall, head back and eyes closed.
I bask in the high from my climax and shudder as another shot of cum leaks from my pierced tip as I think about her riding me. Her thick thighs will clench on my waist, her pussy swallowing every inch of me while her breasts sway as she bounces on my cock like it’s a goddamn trampoline.
“Soon,” I whisper.
Soon I’ll have her, and she’ll be completely mine. Mind, body, and soul. All of her belongs to me.
Until then, I’ll return her gift to me with one of my own as a thank you. I’m nothing but a good big brother who returns items that belong to his sister.
Iroll onto my side, sighing as I pry my eyes open after a fitful sleep. I woke up several times throughout the night. At first, it was to check my room to ensure the creepythingor the burnt demon wasn’t standing beside my bed. Then it was because of nightmares about the world ending in the most painful way.
My phone vibrates with a new notification, but I can’t find the energy to grab it. I lie on my side, orienting myself. The sunlight streams through my windows, bathing my room with dim dawn light.
All the events that happened the last twenty-four hours play through my head like a broken record. Like last night’s kiss with Jaxon, then hearing him moaning in his bedroom. I clench my thighs together to stop the pulsing. He said my name while he touched himself and became louder the closer he got to his orgasm.
I squeeze my eyes shut and breathe hard through my nose as lust for my brother builds inside me. Its focus settles low in my belly and between my clenched legs. I stick my hand downmy sweats, curling my fingers between my wet folds as I rub my clit. My mouth drops open, and my heavy breaths fill the silence. Jaxon’s kiss and moans create a fantasy in my head. One where we’re alone, naked and writhing together on my bed.
My front teeth sink into my bottom lip as every muscle in my body tenses when my orgasm sweeps me away. I stop breathing and ride it out. It’s not the best one I’ve had, but it’s also not awful. I let out a shaky breath, pop my head up, and pull my hand out of my pants as I stare at the thong I wore yesterday lying nearby.
How come I didn’t notice it until now?
I sit up and grab it, immediately dropping it when I feel a damp substance on it. “Ew!”
I wrack my brain, trying to remember how the underwear got on my bed. Normally, I throw my dirty laundry into the basket, so this isn’t like me at all. Then the answer crashes into me.
I left my clothes in Jaxon’s bathroom and never brought them back to my bedroom.
Pinching my dirty underwear, I inspect it to see what the sticky, wet residue is. It’s a partially clear, partially milky substance. My stomach twists into sickening knots.
“Ugh.” My face turns a few shades of green as I look at the gross stuff. “What is that?”
Is that snot?Did he blow his nose in my underwear?
“Jesus, Jaxon,” I growl.
Climbing off my bed, I keep the underwear pinched between my fingers. I storm out of my room, stop outside of his, and pound on his door with my fist. Minutes pass, and he doesn’t answer, so I pound on it and slap my palm on the wood.
The door flies open, and Jaxon’s tall, lean form fills the doorway. I stare at his messy hair, telling myselfthat I’m the reason the strands are sticking up and out of place. I rake my gaze down his body, my cheeks flaming hot as I take in every bare inch of him. I suck in a breath at the hard outline on his gym shorts, hanging to the left between his legs.
He crosses his arms over his chest and glares at me with little to no heat. “What?”
I snap out of it and remember why I’m here. Raising my hand, I show off my dirty underwear so he can see the disgusting snot. “Seriously?”
Jaxon keeps his piercing stare on my face, not bothering to look at the thong dangling on my finger. The corner of his lip curls, and I want to kiss the smirk off his face.
No. Slap, Dahlia. You want to slap.
“You don’t like my gift?” he asks, his voice raspy and deep.
“No, I don’t like it,” I say. “This is so gross! You need to see a damn doctor if you can blow out that much.”
Jaxon cocks his head, his dark eyebrows drawing inward for a split second. “That’s a normal amount, sis. If you want a bigger load, give me a few days and I’ll give you what you want.”
My head rears back, lips curling in disgust. “That’s so fucked up. I don’t know what I did to deserve this.” I hold my underwear higher and push them into his face—the equivalent of rubbing a dog’s nose in its mess.
Jaxon raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize you’re scared of a little of cu?—”
“What if I rolled over onto it and it got on my face? Or if Mom comes into my room and sees this snot-covered underwear, you weirdo!” I stomp my foot and chuck the panties at his chest.
