“Are you sore?” I ask before running my tongue along her slit.
She jerks on the bed. “Y-Yes.”
“Want me to stop?”
“Never.”
Using my thumbs, I pull her pussy lips apart, exposing her tender pink hidden flesh. Fucking beautiful. I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue until she’s writhing and yanking at my hair. When I suck on her clit, her knees try to come together, but I push her back apart as I ravish her cunt.
“Oh God,” she cries out. Her body jolts and spasms as I draw out an orgasm from her simply using my tongue. “I need you.”
I kiss my way up her body and latch my teeth on her neck. I give her a painful tug before I pull away. “Your little cunt is too sore.”
She huffs. “I don’t care. I want you, Huds. You’re going to leave Monday and I’m greedy for every second with you.”
I rub my dick against her clit. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Gripping my cock, I tease her slippery opening before pushing gently into her. She grits her teeth but doesn’t make a sound of protest as I slide all the way into her. Her body is so fucking tight. I already have the urge to come and I’m barely inside her. Bare.
“Last night we were reckless. I should grab a condom.” But I’m not thinking clearly because I make no moves to get up. I slide slowly in and out of her.
“I like feeling all of you.”
My dick twitches at her words. “You could get pregnant, Rylie.”
A sweet smile tugs at her lips. “Would that be so bad?”
Images of her stomach swollen with our baby—another Hale in this lonely world—is enough to have me no longer going slow. I thrust raggedly, desperate to fill her up. It’s probably the worst possible thing that could happen and yet I can’t talk myself out of the idea of wanting it. I come with a groan, my cum jetting deep inside my sister.
Careless.
Reckless.
Fucking stupid.
And yet I’m so damn happy.
I slide out of her. My cum leaks from her cunt. Cum that belongs right where I left it. Using my fingers, I collect what’s running out and drag it back up. I push it pack into her pussy that’s even redder now that I’ve fucked it raw.
“It was Travis,” she breathes. “I fucked Travis. But he broke up with me.”
I glower at her. “What?”
“No one will ever know.” Her smile is wicked.
My heart rate slows once I realize what she means. She’ll lie to protect me. To protect us.
“I love you, heathen.”
She laughs and it’s beautiful. My sister has struggled with her depression her entire life. And during a time when she should be suffering the most, on the heels of our parents’ deaths, she’s thriving. Because of me. Because of what we’ve become. She was right.
Our love, no matter how sick it seems to others, is a cure.
The rain is relentless, but after a shower this morning—where I fucked my sister against the tile wall—we both agreed to visit our parents’ gravesite. I hold the umbrella over her while Rylie squats to place a single yellow rose on each of their headstones. Once she’s satisfied, she stands and hugs my middle. The rain patters against the umbrella and soaks through our jeans as it comes down almost sideways. It’s chilly and ridiculous to be out here, but we are. And neither of us is in a hurry to leave.
“Their deaths brought us together,” she says. “I mean, I was always sick and wishing you were mine. But you? I don’t think you would have come to me had they not died.”
