But more than all the rest, I’m furious that I loved every second of it.
From the moment he zeroed in on her riding that dick, head back, eyes closed, I was hooked. I couldn’t stop watching. I was enraptured by the thick coat of arousal pooling across the mirror, the fingers she worked inside her own ass. The bounce of her breasts, neglected and begging for attention her hands were too busy to give.
But then he tackles her. He shoves her legs wide and attacks her like some deranged animal and she came in his mouth... twice.
I’m mad at both of them.
Him for starting it and her for letting him. For encouraging…
“Cum, Daddy.”
He’s my Daddy!
No. Focus. That’s not the issue right now, but goddamn it.
I reach around and adjust the plug still wedged firmly between my cheeks. The spear-shaped bulb is too wide. It’smaking it impossible to sit. I considered taking it out, but it was my pick.
This or putting a baby in Isla.
The latter makes my cock pang with a raw, vengeful need I have to scrub a little harder to calm. Water rushes in the bathroom sink as I clean the newly sated appendage.
But the more I stroke... I mean, wash it, the harder it’s getting in my palm, the more I think of Isla and Dom in that video. The image of them together. The perfect way they fit. The sound of Isla begging…
God, her greedy little pants, the eager way she opened her legs and let him clean her filthy cunt.
“Fuck!”
I shut my eyes and breathe in slow. My dick is at full mast between my fingers.
Coming here was a bad idea.
I dread it every time I see it on the calendar.
But when we are at Mom’s in New Jersey, or Dom’s parents in New York, the entire time, I think about Isla. I picture her here with the clamor of voices overriding hers. The subtle dismissal from Macie. The complete avoidance from Dad. And Uncle Jacob... he’s a different story.
But I can almost see her at the end of the table, fork in hand, digging trenches through her mashed potatoes with the prongs. She’d be a million miles away. Lost in her own thoughts while not a soul remembered she was there.
I shut my eyes and will myself to calm down. She isn’t my concern. She’s a grown woman. She doesn’t have to come. But I know why she does. I know Macie is unforgiving where her daughter is concerned. But I’m also not blind. I’ve seen the look on Isla’s face when our eyes meet. I’ve caught the way she watches Dom. I know what she wants.
But life isn’t that simple.
She’s my sister. Not legally or by blood, but I was a grown ass adult when she was still in pigtails. Not a soul alive will listen or believe I never touched her. Never even noticed her before that summer she turned nineteen. She wasn’t even on my radar. I barely knew she existed.
But no one will believe that.
They’ll hear that she was thirteen and I was nineteen and immediately assume the worst. It will ruin any chance I have of becoming a partner at the firm. It would ruin Dom’s life. It would put Isla in the spotlight.
Why destroy all our lives for something that may not last? And it won’t. Isla is a notorious runner. She’ll bolt and that’s worse. I can’t have her only to lose her without warning. The pain of that would devastate me. And if there’s a kid involved?
No.
This is a bad idea. Dom needs to let it go. What happened can’t happen again... unless she’s pregnant. I know it doesn’t happen that fast, but what if Dom put a baby in her?
“Jesus.” Cock forgotten, I bend and splash water on my face. “Okay, calm down,” I tell my pale reflection.
The thought of Isla big and round with our baby warms through my very soul. It pools in my belly with a surge of excitement trimmed with dread. The idea is a dream I’ve had for so long, a wish that made my heart hurt for years, but the reality has cold sweat coating my skin. Panic tightens my chest as I try not to contain it.
She wouldn’t leave a baby, would she? History says yes even while my idiot heart says no. I’ve seen Isla with kids. I’ve seen her at town gatherings and events. I’ve watched her run and play with them like she was one of them. She would be a great mom.
