I clench my jaw at how warm and wet her mouth feels. She closes her lips around me and swallows me like the needy slut she is.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growl, then shove my hips forward until I hit the back of her throat.
Dahlia gags, her shoulders rocking with each heave as she tries to breathe through her nose. She surprises me when she doesn’t shove me away. Instead, she draws me closer with her hands on my ass. Her nails bite into my skin, sending zaps of pain and pleasure to the rest of my body and drawing my balls upward. Fuck me. If she keeps that up, I won’t last for much longer.
A shiver runs up my spine as my orgasm rises closer, threatening to knock me off my feet and hurl me into the middle of the ocean. I hiss in a breath through my teeth and shove the back of her head, forcing more of my dick down her throat to choke her. Her mouth squeezes on me, but she stops sucking as she struggles for air.
Dropping my head back, I think about gross things, like toe cheese, infected nails, and dog shit, to fight back my climax. I don’t want my sister to get the impression that I’m a two-stroke type of guy.
I grit my teeth and look down at her, my fingers tightening in her hair. “You dirty fucking girl.”
Her eyes sparkle with amusement, but I want to see them full of tears, her mascara running down her cheeks. I grind my teeth together and hold her in place while I drag my cock out, then slam it back in.
“You want to fuck with me? That’s fine. I’ll just fuck you.” I grunt as my hips slap against her face while I fuck her throat.
Dahlia’s gags and muffled coughs vibrateagainst my dick. Saliva drips out of her mouth and clings to my cock and her chin. I drop my head back as it becomes too hard to keep my eyes open. Tingles spread through my groin, travel up my back, and shoot down to my toes. I can’t hold back the orgasm this time. It strips everything out of me until I’m nothing but a man taking what he wants from the woman he loves.
I mutter Dahlia’s name, grunting each time my cock hits the back of her throat. Cum shoots from the tip and rapidly fills her mouth. She struggles to swallow my load but still tries anyway because she’s never been a quitter.
“Goddamn, sis,” I growl, and shallowly thrust, shoving more of my cum into her mouth.
Panting, I pull out of my sister and look down at her. She gasps for air, tears shining in her eyes and, just as I hoped, her makeup runs down her cheeks. I groan as she swallows my load, licking her bruised and swollen lips.
My cock jerks, and I stroke myself while I angle her head back. I pant as I work myself to a weak orgasm and groan as more cum shoots out and lands on Dahlia’s face. She closes her eyes and sticks her tongue out to catch some of it. Another shot lands on her left eye and hangs from her eyelashes. I let go of myself and suck in heavy breaths as I take in how gorgeous Dahlia looks when covered with my semen.
I dip my finger in my cum and draw an upside-down cross in the middle of Dahlia’s forehead, baptizing her as I said I would. When I finish, I put myself away and crouch in front of her.
Dahlia struggles to open the eye with cum on it, so I swipe my tongue up her cheek, clearing the cum away and cleaning her off. A groan slips out of me at the salty and musky taste. She whimpers and grabs my shoulder as I taste myself, not bothered in the least. I enjoy anything that touches my sweet little sister.
My fingers twist tighter in her hair, andI jerk her head back and hover my lips over hers. I wait until she opens her eyes and meets my stare before I say, “I hope you learned your lesson, flower, because next time, I won’t go easy on you.”
She swallows hard. “There won’t be a next time.”
I grin. “We’ll see about that.”
After Jaxon “punished” me—if we’re going to call it that—I’ve been on autopilot. Every nerve ending is a live wire, and Jaxon is the water creeping closer to electrify me. Throughout the night and into this morning, I randomly remember how it felt when he touched me and how his cock tasted beyond what I could have imagined. It didn’t taste like candy or whatever weird description I’ve read in fanfics. He was musky and salty from his sweat and arousal, but with a hint of his body wash. It’s Jaxon, and I love it so much because I love everything about him.
I lower my manga paperback and stare at the wall across from me as the realization dawns on me.
I’m in love with my brother.
Oh fuck, I’m in love with him.
If I was standing right now, my legs would give out from under me at this startling discovery.
When did I fall in love with him?
Thinking about it, it may have been the day he stood upfor me in the cafeteria. He needed me then, just as much as he needs me now.
“Dahlia.”
My eyebrows furrow as I glance toward where the voice came from.
No one’s there.
I turn in my seat and search the living room for the person who said my name. The TV is on low volume, so it could have been that.
Letting out a calming breath, I return to reading my book, but I can’t focus on it.
