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I tried to sit up to hit him, but he pulled my legs down so they were wrapped around his waist, and he put one hand up to my shirt, undoing each button. I could hear my breath catch in my chest, shivering at every place his fingers brushed my skin.
Then he straightened up again.
I heard the flick of his lighter, and I looked over to see his face lit by the brief spark, his eyes still on me.
Obsessed, unhinged, dark, dangerous.
There was no escaping him.
He flicked the window open so the smoke could drift outside, but I still smelled it, that combination of fire and sharp wildness that was my brother.
I could feel his cock begin to twitch again as he put one hand up to my bra, popping the hook so my heavy breasts fell out.
“Shit, you’re gorgeous, Lele,” he said, running one hand over my curves, his fingers rough on my nipples.
I bit my lip and fixed my eyes on the ceiling of the shed. My cunt throbbed with need and my breasts began to ache, desperate for his touch.
“I’m sorry,” he said again.
“For what?” I asked, keeping my eyes glued to the ceiling. “For fucking me?”
I could hear the smile in his voice. “No,” he said. “Never for that. And I’m going to fuck you whenever I want to. I’m sorry for telling you not to visit me. I didn’t want you to be frightened.”
“I would have been frightened,” I said, and my voice sounded thick to my ears. I felt a few tears falling down the side of my face. “But I still wanted to see my brother.”
The smoke from his cigarette wreathed around me as I tightened my lips together, feeling raw and exposed. For a moment there was a tight silence, and then the sound of him stubbing out his cigarette on one of Drew’s home improvement projects.
“Well, if I’d known you were going to be so naughty, Lele Reilly,” he said, “getting engaged, I would’ve told you to visit me.”
“You can’t tell me what to do,” I said, trying to sound braver than I felt.
He grabbed my hips with his hands, and he began to roll my cunt over his hard cock.
“Oh yes, I can,” he said grimly.
I gasped at the feel of his slow, steady strokes, driving my heavy cunt further and further toward a precipice I couldn’t come back from.
I didn’t want my brother to make me come, and I tried to scramble backwards, digging into the table with my elbows to get some kind of purchase to get away. But it was impossible. Torin had my hips in his tight grip, and his cock consumed me with hard, wet strokes.
I felt my breasts shake with each thrust, my nipples stabbing up into the air, and when he paused to grab one with a rough hand, I moaned with weak need.
My back arched off the table, suddenly desperate for my own release.
Torin groaned, picking up his pace, now rotating my hips harder and faster over his cock.
“You look amazing taking my cock, sister. I always knew you would.”
I couldn’t speak, my throat tightening as the pressure twisted uncontrollably inside my core. I had never felt like this before—wild, needy, wordless with desire. My thighs began to tremble, and my brother brushed his thumb over my throbbing, pulsing clit, pressing down over the center of my need.
I cried out as I came, my legs wrapped around my brother’s waist, his cock sinking deep inside me. With a grunt of pleasure, he grabbed my aching hips even tighter and released in me. He drug my peak out, rotating me with a savage power over his cock and I shook and shuddered under him in my weak submission.
When I finally collapsed onto the table, every limb weak with my release, the sweaty strands of my curls plastered to my forehead, my brother spoke.
“Mine,” he said, his hands firmly on my waist. “Always mine.”
I drove Torin back through dark streets to the halfway house, following his directions, trying not to look at him as he sat in the passenger seat, big legs sprawled casually wide, one big arm on my shoulder, a hand curled in my hair, resting on my sticky neck.
As it had always been. Except now he had fucked me.
