She's looking at me with big, hopeful eyes. I can never say no to her.
"Okay," I say.
"Yay." She twists and picks up the mug of hot chocolate. "Now drink this. It'll help you sleep."
I take it from her hands.
Whatever's happening inside me feels like grief. I'm grieving my sister's childhood. I'm grieving all the years we lost. I'm grieving the innocence that was snatched from us.
I thought I would feel better once I found my sister. But I feel worse.
I take a sip of the hot chocolate. It's rich and decadent.
"You're right," I say. "It is comforting."
"I'm glad," she says, drinking from her mug.
She has a hot chocolate mustache that I wipe with my thumb. And then I lean down to kiss her.
"It tastes sweeter on your lips," I murmur, sweeping my tongue across the seam of her lips, seeking permission.
And like always,thisis the only thing that can ever calm me down. This is the only reprieve I have in this world. I kiss her until my heart feels alive again. When I pull away, her cheeks are rosy.
I place our hot chocolates aside and grab the back of her thighs. She's obedient as she wraps her legs around me.
I hold her flush against me as I deepen the kiss.
"I'm so addicted to you, little bird," I say, loving the way she starts grinding against my cock. "I love how horny you get when I'm kissing you. You get so restless until I fill you with my cock."
She moans as I reach between her thighs to squeeze her pussy. I can feel how wet she is for me.
"My good girl," I say, pushing her panties aside to drag my knuckles up her wet slit. "It's like you were made just for me."
I can feel the heat radiating off her body. She inhales softly as I push two fingers inside her. I trap her bottom lip between my teeth as I start fucking her with my thick fingers.
Just watching her is enough.
I see the color deepen on her cheeks. I see the way her lips part as I take her crudely. I watch the heavy bounce of her tits.
"You're so pretty that I can't help myself around you," I say, kissing the shell of her ear as I palm her breast. "You call to me like a siren. The only time I'm at peace is when I'm buried deep inside you."
I capture her pretty mouth, kissing her until she turns even more pliant for me. I pull my fingers out of her slick entrance and glance down between us.
"Hold these thighs open for me," I say. "Show Daddy what a little slut you are."
She hesitates, but only for a split second.
She's comfortable in her sexuality now. She does as she's told, holding her thighs open so I can look at her wet little cunt.
"Now play with yourself,piccola," I say. "Make yourself feel good."
She reaches between her thighs and brushes her fingers against her clit. I take the mug filled with hot chocolate and take a long sip as I watch her. She gets so wet as she watches me watch her.
"Do you want me to take over now, little bird?" I ask.
She nods fervently.
"Say it," I say, putting the mug back on the countertop.
