Seven fucking rules. All to protect myself from being in a position like this, and I’m dumb enough to break them for my sister.
At this rate, I’ll break every goddamn rule for her. I’d cuddle her, eat her pussy, fuck her face to face, and come inside her because that’s how far gone I am for her.
The way she claimed me as if she wanted the world to know who I belonged to . . . It felt so right.
I can’t believe I urged her to pretend I was somebody else, but I couldn’t stand the stress in her eyes after I admitted how I’d eat her pussy. The way she jerked out of my arms and pretended that I didn’t tell her I’d suck on her little clit was a sign that I needed to calm the fuck down.
My front teeth dig deeper into my bottom lip to quiet the choked sound as my orgasm builds. Pre-cum weeps from the tip and smears over my shaft with each hurried pass of my fist.
I drop my forehead to my arm braced against the tile wall and squeeze my eyes shut as the familiar tingles gather in my balls and travel up my spine. As per usual, this will end in an unsatisfying orgasm that will leave me pissed off and still aching with the need for a better release.
I replay this morning in my mind, just to have a quick nut and move on from this.
Her lips were soft and so fucking pliable beneath mine. And the drugging, trembling breaths she let out?Fuck me.
I was her first kiss.
My grip on my throbbing cock tightens until I’m strangling it to the point of unbearable pain.
A breath shudders out of me, and I open my eyes to watch my fist glide up and down my shaft, twisting at the swollen head with each upward stroke. Pre-cum beads at the tip, welling into a larger dollop that’s being wasted on the tile floor when it could be in my sister’s mouth.
Or in her cunt.
My eyelids slam shut.
No.
I’m not breaking another goddamn rule. I can’t. It’ll shatter me, and nothing will be left for me to piece together.
Despite my refusal to come inside Nova, I picture it anyway. How it’d feel, fucking her bareback, her warm inner walls squeezing my dick and begging to be filled.
Clenching my teeth, I swallow a moan as cum pulses from my tip and lands against the wall at my feet. A shiver racks through me as I squeeze out the rest of my orgasm until I’m spent. I drop my hand from my throbbing erection and straighten until cold water pounds over my head and runs down my chest and abs.
I bask in the weak, momentary high that lasts for a few seconds before it fades.
Called it.
It’s been like this for years. I’ve slept around and chased after an orgasm that would last for more than five fucking seconds. It never happens. Because of that, I stopped enjoying sex. Couldn’t even get hard at one point and said fuck it and took a break. Now I can’t even fucking nut and feel good afterward.
And here I am, tears streaming down my cheeks as I jack off after making out with my little sister.
Groaning at my pitiful thoughts, I wash my hair, then body, before I turn off the water and wrap a towel around my waist. The day isn’t over, and I have a promise to keep.
My phone’s notifications go off one after another. I snatch the device from the counter and read my friends’ group messages as I walk into my bedroom to change into clean clothes.
Ryder
Need a fucking hand over here
Jaxon
??
Ryder
*voice message*
I play the sound clip, and Ryder’s breathless voice comes through the phone’s speaker. “He’s running. The asshole escaped.”
