My palm slides up the back of her thigh again until my fingers are slipping beneath her panties, landing on her ass andI give it a tight squeeze causing her to hiss, her body bucking against me.
My hand moves up her back causing a shiver to run through her, until it’s under her hair and on the nape of her neck. She reluctantly moves too, her fingers skim over my abs, and I can feel our sense of control slipping quickly.
“I’ve never…”
“I know, Eb, I know.” I cut her off, knowing she’s never touched a guy let alone kissed them, I’ve made sure of it, yet here we are, shattering everything about our sibling fucking relationship. But I’ve wanted nothing more than this. Than her.
One of her hands glides up my pec until it’s wrapped around the back of my neck, drawing me even closer to her mouth.
“Will you teach me how to kiss?” she murmurs, her breath warm and soft against my lips, the words a whisper that threads through the air between us, making my pulse quicken.
For a moment, I freeze, wondering if I heard her right.
“No,” her voice trembles, trying to retreat, “Maybe…” she whispers, but I won’t let her slip away now.
Without hesitation, I close the distance, slamming my lips against hers, taking the moment—taking her. She goes still, caught off guard, and then, she begins to kiss me back, that first tentative touch sparking something inside me. A fire. A fucking hunger. I press firmer and her tense body against mine, somehow starts to... surrender.
My hand moves up, settling around her throat, the grip gentle but possessive. I break the kiss, just enough to murmur, “Open your mouth. Move your tongue and lips with mine. Let me show you what this really fucking means.”
I don’t wait for an answer, I’m on her again, but this time, my tongue slips past her lips. Hers meets mine, hesitant at first, but then she responds, matching my urgency as if we’ve been here before. Our mouths move in perfect sync, her body giving way to mine, yielding to the dark pull between us. I can feel her—feel every breath, every tremor—as I dominate her lips, coaxing her to follow.
Her hand rakes through back of my hair, pulling me closer, deeper. I lean over her, forcing her back against the pillow, and my thigh presses against her warm pussy, grinding with just enough pressure to make her gasp. She bucks against it, desperate, hungry and I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind.
I take her hand, guiding it downward, slipping it beneath the edge of her panties. My voice is low, rough, like a warning, “Touch your pussy for me, little sister. Show me how you get off when no one is watching, then kiss me like it’s my hand pleasuring you.”
She hesitates, breath catching, but I slip my hand inside too, placing my hand over hers, forcing her fingers to move, to rub and explore her pussy. The heat of her hand under mine is almost too much, and when she moans, I feel the tension coil tighter between us. Her fingers find the rhythm, moving with growing urgency, and I can’t look away, can’t stop watching as she gives herself over to it, to me.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking lucky you’re my sister or I’d be pounding my cock inside this little cunt right now,” I growl lowly.
Yeah, I came. He didn’t know then, but it was the first time I ever came. Then he cuddled me until I fell asleep before sneaking back to his room. After that sinful night between us, everything spiraled. He started to lose his damn mind.
While my dad was in his club, taking care of business, Rook laid me on the back seat of my dad’s car, lifted my skirt and ate my pussy out. There were a few odd occasions where we kissed again, but I started pulling away, it was becoming riskier and I knew he could never be mine, no matter how much I wanted him. It had been around five months, and I thought we was getting past things, even if our relationship was straining and becoming difficult, we hadn’t touched or kissed, until of course, that Christmas in the cabin when everything came crashing down and we both cracked.
Suddenly, Blaise places a black box down beside me, and my heart skips a beat—not from excitement, but from a dread that pulls me out of my forbidden thoughts. I lift my eyes to his,keeping my expression neutral, and he responds with a slight, smug smirk.
Please don’t be an engagement ring. For fuck’s sake.
I let my fork clatter to the plate and reach for the box. My fingers tug at the silky black bow, letting it unravel and fall limply onto the counter. As I lift the lid, my eyes immediately fall on the object inside.
“I had it made in China for you,” Blaise says, his tone almost eager, the opposite to the usual detached authority he carries.
My brows knit together as I take in the black-and-gold design, the Chinese markings unfamiliar. “Is it for hair?” I ask, the confusion clear in my voice.
He snickers softly, standing from the stool with an unsettling ease. Without answering, he plucks the object from the box and moves behind me. My hands drop to my lap as I stare ahead, while he gathers the top half of my black hair.
“I always wonder what your face looks like when your hair isn’t always falling messily over it,” he mutters. “Your eyes are far too pretty to keep hidden.”
The clip snaps into place with a metallic click, and he steps back around, returning to his seat. This time, though, he angles his body toward me, the stool creaking softly under his weight as he leans in closer—too close.
I avoid his gaze, focusing intently on the fork I’d put down, but then his hand finds my chin. His fingers are firm as they guide my face upward, forcing me to look at him.
“What do you say?” he asks, his tone dripping with arrogance, as if he’s speaking to a fucking child who needs a lesson in manners.
I swallow the irritation rising in my throat, shoving it down where it can’t betray me and my voice is flat, cold, just the way he deserves.
“Thank you, Blaise.”
For a moment, he observes me, his eyes lingering on mine as if searching for a lie. Then, he guides me to his lips and when they touch, his kiss is forceful, but I barely respond. The lack of reciprocation doesn’t go unnoticed, and I see it in his eyes—a flicker of frustration in his expression, his jaw tightens. He drops his hand, but his face remains close, and his gaze roams down my body, lingering on my tits like he’s not going to take no for an answer.
