Page 11 of Formaldehyde

I glide my hand across her jaw and use my thumb to pull down her bottom lip to reveal her perfect teeth and wet mouth.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.” I demand and like the good girl she is, she follows my command. Alina sticks her pink tongue out and lets it rest on her bottom teeth. Visions of her on her knees before me with her tongue out just like this, flash across my vision.

With the height difference between us, I lower my head and allow a glob of spit to land on her tongue. The white foamy substance begins to trail down her tongue and into her throat.

“Swallow.” I tell her and she swallows my spit down, then I’m on her again with a punishing kiss. Teeth clashing. Tongues dancing together until I break the kiss once again and spin her around before bending her over the drawers. She huffs out when her chest hits the hard wood but I give her no chance to change her mind. I’m already on my knees behind her, shards of glass stabbing into my flesh from the broken vase but I couldn’t give a single fuck.

I fucking need her more than the air I breathe.

My little sister’s thighs tremble with need as I run my hands up the backs of her legs, goosebumps rising across her skin as I gather the stupidly short nun’s outfit and push it over the globes of her ass to reveal the thinnest piece of material I’ve ever seen.

I hook my finger around the red scrap of string. “Who the fuck were you wearing this for?” I spit out, imaging that fucking douche outside who had his hands all over my sister, being in this exact position with her.

I’ll cut his fucking hands off and turn them into gloves for touching her.

Alina flips her blonde hair over one shoulder to look down at me. “No one. I swear.” She whimpers her pathetic excuse and I pull the thin material back then let it snap against her skin. She jumps from the sharp pain and lets out a breathy moan.

“Don’t lie to me, little sister.” I spit. “Who. Are. You. Wearing. This. For?”

“I’m not lying! I promise.” She pleads and I repeat the action again, hooking my finger around the thin string and pulling it further back this time. The moment it slips from my grip, it snaps against her ass even harder.

“Ethan!”

“Yes, little sister?” I tease.

“I.. I wore it for you, alright? I wanted you to see. I always do.” She whimpers from the sting and my ego fucking sky rockets at her admittance. I can practically feel my dick straining to break free against my pants but I want her to have all the pleasure first.

“Now, that’s a better answer. I’ll be the only one who ever sees you like this, and mark my words, Alina.” I start, the threat heavy on my tongue. “I’ll fucking kill anyone who touches you again. I’ll turn their skin into a fucking suit. You hear me?”

Her stormy eyes widen at my words and I can see the struggle that’s written across her face as she battles with what’s right and wrong but it’s too late now. She’s already stepped over that line with me and there’s no going back now.

Alina grips the drawers with her manicured fingers and slowly nods her head. “I hear you, big brother.”

“That’s my good girl.” I praise and she practically melts in my hold. “Now you better pray to God, that you come on my face before anyone finds you in here with your big brother.”

Holy Fuck. I knew from just looking at my brother that he’d be skilled in the bedroom but this is on another level. I don’t even have anything else to compare it to and I fear I'll never find something like this ever again.

After this one night, that’s it. We promised one night to each other and then we’d go back to being brother and sister. Back to our normal lives, both of us teetering on a fine line.

Ethan grips my ass in a fierce hold and pulls me back onto his awaiting mouth. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids the moment he slips his tongue between my pussy lips and swirls around my tingling clit, teasing and taunting me until I’m ready to burst. I feel like my whole body is on fire with the way he’s working me into a frenzy, my nails clawing across the smooth wood of the drawers like a demonic animal.

I can practically feel my chest threatening to crack in half. “Ethan! Oh.. what’s happening to me?”

This feeling is foreign to me. It’s like a demon has taken a hold of my soul and wringed it out like a wet cloth. Tingles prick at the base of my spine when his fingers probe my opening.

“Has anyone else touched this perfect cunt?” My brother asks through heavy breaths and I shake my head, feeling the claws of embarrassment grab at my heels.

“No, never. I.. I should have said something. I’m sor–”

He cuts me off. “Stop talking Alina. This virgin cunt is mine, and now I’m gonna finish my meal.”

Ethan’s sharp words have me snapping my mouth shut and he dives straight back in. Wet squelchy sounds echo around the room, mixing with my heady moans and I begin to grind against his mouth, using his tongue for my pleasure. In and out it slides until I feel his long fingers slip inside of me, stretching me to perfection until it burns.

“Come for me, little sister. Come all over your big brother’s fingers.”

Ethan’s words send me into overdrive and my whole body begins to tremble with euphoria, glitter blooms behind my eyes and I come so fucking hard for the first time, from my brother’s hand.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” He coos as he slows his rhythm and I melt under his tender tone.