“I don’t care.” I add a second finger inside her, stretching her further.
I’m not small, and judging by how tight she is, it’ll take some work for my dick’s head to even squeeze inside her.
“You shouldn’t care either,” I say. “What will they do? Mock us? They already do. Try to start fights? I’m capable of finishing what they start, sister.”
“Fuck, please don’t call me that while you’re fingering me,” she breathes.
Her pussy squeezes on my fingers. I smirk.
“You sure about that, sis?” I rub my palm against her clit. My smile widens as she arches her back and bites her bottom lip to quiet her cries as she comes.
I ride out the orgasm with her by pumping my fingers in her quivering pussy. She gyrates her hips against my hand until she goes limp, panting in her seat. I slip out of her, stick my coated fingers into my mouth, and groan. My eyes close as her taste courses through my veins like a potent drug.
We drive into the town that’s already decorated for Halloween. Orange and purple lights twinkle on buildings. Carved pumpkins sit outside shops, along with homemade ghosts made from thin paper that flutter in the fall breeze. I park in the crowded lot outside of the Halloween store.
“Please behave,” Dahlia says before she’s out of the car and shutting the door behind her.
My good mood sours. I get out and lock the doors behind me before I follow Dahlia into the shop. I stick by her side, refusing to endure a repeat of what happened yesterday. We’regreeted by loud music and even louder people. Squealing kids run around in the large store.
“Did your mom tell you what she wanted?” I ask.
Dahlia shakes her head. “Just that she wants decorations and pumpkins.”
Of course she didn’t specify, and I’m sure Evelyn will find a reason to bitch about the things Dahlia picks out.
We pass through an aisle with fake spiders, webs, gravestones, and bloody hands. Dahlia picks up a package of spiderwebs and examines it before she moves down the aisle with it in her hand. I pluck it from her, so it’s me who’s holding everything for her. She gives me a quizzical look, like she’s not used to me helping her all the time.
“Are you going to get anything here for yourself?” she asks as she goes back to shopping.
“No.”
Dahlia frowns and picks up a fake bloody dagger and eyes it before she looks at me. “Why not?”
“No need.”
She lets out a cute snort and rolls her eyes. “C’mon, Jax. I know you like this holiday. You don’t need to pretend that you’re over it.”
I step behind her and lean in so my lips are next to her ear. Her spine straightens, and she turns enough to peek at me from the corner of her eye.
“Yeah, I enjoy it,” I whisper.
I tilt my head, angling it to look like I’m about to kiss her, then move my body closer to hers to hide my hand as I squeeze her ass. She freezes, then leans into my touch and swallows hard.
“I enjoy seeing you dressed in slutty outfits while you hand out candy to the kids. Especially when you bend over and give me an eyeful of your juicy ass when you think I’m not looking,” I say.
“Jaxon!” she gasps.
A young couple about our age side-eyes us. The girl’s face twists in disgust and her boyfriend glares at me, but I see the jealousy in his gaze when he looks at Dahlia.
I grin. “So yeah, IloveHalloween. If you’ll let me, I can pick out your outfit this year.”
Dahlia whips around and shushes me while pushing her fingers against my lips. I know I’m a dick for being blatantly open about my attraction and feelings toward my sister, but I meant what I said about not giving a fuck what people think. The town is small, and people talk. It’s only a matter of time before they spread the rumor. This time around, it’ll be true.
I catch Dahlia’s fingers between my teeth and gently nibble on them. Her pupils dilate and her breathing quickens as I lick her finger pads like I flicked her clit earlier.
“Dahlia?”
I stiffen at the deep voice and swing my gaze to the tall blond man walking up to us with an excited smile. Dahlia drops her hand and faces him. Now I want to snap his neck for getting her attention when it should be me. He stops a foot away from my sister, standing a few inches taller than her and only an inch shorter than me.
