Her footsteps draw closer.
I lean into the wall and reach behind me, my fingers finding the bandana in the back pocket of my jeans. I pull it free and bunch it in my fist.
Her back faces me as she turns on the shower. Warm water makes the steam crawl up the mirror, blurring her reflection.
This is the moment I am supposed to leave.
Instead, I watch the muscles in her back shift as she lifts her hair, gathers it, then lets it fall again. The water traces slow lines down her skin. My throat tightens. I swallow and step closer.
She gasps and starts to turn.
“Fuck,” she shouts, closing the water off. “What do you want?”
“Y-you,” I whisper against her neck as I pull the black bandana over her eyes and tie it behind her head.
“Who are you? Why do you even want me?” she babbles. “There are millions of other women out there with bigger boobs and finer asses than mine.”
I spank her ass to stop her. She gasps.
“No,” I say. “You,” I say it more clearly.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, trying to bring her hands to her face, but I stop her. “I don’t want you.”
But you do, little sister. I saw how desperate you were.
I guide her out of the bathroom and toward the bed across the room. When her knees hit the edge, I bend her over.
“You can’t do this,” she says quietly.
I draw the knife and gently press it against her cheek as I lean over her.
“Yes,” I say. “I can.”
I straighten, lifting her left leg onto the bed with my knee while her other leg rests against the frame. I spank her again, forcing her upper body down. Her hands fall into the sheets, gripping them tight.
“Show me your face,” she shouts. “Show me who you are.”
“No,” I say, spanking her once more.
“I swear I will chop your dick off,” she squirms as my hand slides down to her wet pussy.
She’s already soaked. It just makes me angrier because she doesn’t know it’s me, and she still wants it.
Her body is begging.
I lift her ass slightly. With my other hand, I thrust my fingers inside her, shoving them deep, coating them before I pull out and rub her clit until she moans.
“Fuck you,” she gasps.
I lift her again. My cock is hard now, stretching my jeans. I unbutton them and drag them down, stepping closer, teasing her with just the tip.
This is where I should stop. This is where she should say no.
She doesn’t.
She moves her ass, grinding back against me.
I take my hard cock in my hand and trace her with the tip, sliding from her clit down her inner flesh. I push into her slowly, then drive all the way in until she gasps around me.
