Chapter 11 （Teddy）
All the way home, myblood was singing in my veins.
She’s mine now.
I watched her in the limo. It was even more difficult to keep my eyes off her now. Now I know what her perfect tits feel like, what her pert little nipples look like, what she sounds like when she comes all over my cock.
And I want more.
She’s all mine now. Every inch of her.
She’s never going anywhere without me again.
“Ophelia, I really despair of your behavior,” Mom was saying as my eyes devour my sister. She’s pulled her heavy thick hair across her neck so the place where I bit her isn’t visible, but I can feel its presence, and when she turns and I get a little glimpse of my mark peeking out, I can feel it on my cock, already hardening for her.
“Her behavior is fine,” I said harshly into the frigid silence.
She’s mine to correct. That’s not anyone else’s job anymore.
Mom looks with surprise at me, but Ophelia looks furious.
“Actually, I was a brat,” she countered.
“Yes, you were,” my father said in his short, clipped tones. “But then, Teddy has always had a blind spot when it comes to you. Some might say you’re his only weakness.”
His tone is a challenge.
Explain yourself.
I tense inside, looking my father right in the eyes.
“It doesn’t make me weak,” I said, daring the old asshole to contradict me.
My feelings for Ophelia don’t make me weak.
They make me dangerous.
*
WHEN WE WALKED INTOmy bedroom, Ophelia gathered up her backpack and suitcase like she was going to leave.
“Where are you going?” I asked, leaning against the door as I undid my first cufflink.
“Away from you!” she said, her gorgeous eyes flaring at me. Her eyes are my favorite color. Gray, changeable, a flash of quicksilver, like her.
I just looked at Ophelia, letting my body flare with the pleasure of seeing her, of her knowing I own her now.
For a moment there’s silence and I can read it in her eyes.
She knows.
She knows I’m not going to let her go. She knows I’d never ever let her walk out of this room.
“Are you going to let me go?” she asked, and I can see her chest heaving.
But she knows the answer, her eyes wary.
“No,” I said. “I won’t let you go.”
“At least put a goddamn condom on,” Ophelia said. “I can’t find my pills. Maybe I forgot to bring them after all.”
My eyes locked on hers as I jerked my shirt off.
Was that a flicker. . . even just a small flicker of desire in her eyes?
My stomach clenched painfully tightly at the idea.
I could not screw this up by coming early again. If there was even the slightest chance I could make her love me, I had to take it.
I reached in my duffel bag, my eyes still on her. Fuck, her tits were so big, making my mouth water just looking at them. Her nipples seemed tight and taut against her dress. I was going to rip it off every one of her curves. Her soft, kissable lips were set in a pout.
The most adorable thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
My fingers reached the condom.
But I couldn’t risk her being able to leave. One way or another, she was going to stay here in Louisville with me.
“Don’t be sticking your dick in me without a condom,” Ophelia said. “I don’t want to get pregnant by your psycho ass.”
I didn’t think it was possible for my sister to turn me on more, but the thought of her pregnant with my baby made me feel weak with need.
I ripped open the condom.
With my other hand, I scrabbled around for my little pocketknife.
“Do you know how to put one on?” she asked snarkily, and I saw her cross her arms over her chest.
The way she was standing, her dress hiked up a bit, I saw, clear as fuck, a little glistening smear on the top of one soft thigh.
Holy fuck.
That’s my cum, and if I fill her up again and keep my sweet sister flat on her back, it’ll stay there.
With my hand still in my duffel bag, I flicked open the pocketknife and jabbed the condom, making several cuts all along the tip of it.
Then I stood up and pulled it over my dick, hoping in the dark room that she wouldn’t be able to see what I was doing.
I felt a brief stab of guilt.
She was going to be pissed.
But my panic about losing her swamped every other feeling and emotion, my desperate desire to keep her here with me making me weak with need.
I can’t live without you
When I was done, I looked up and Ophelia was trying to squeeze her ass through another goddamn window again in the corner of the room.
“Oh, baby,” I said, feeling a smile spread across my face. “There’s no point in trying to escape me. Come here, sweetheart,” I continued, climbing over to her, my cock already hard and throbbing, covered with my shredded condom.
She clung to the windowsill, trying to kick back at me.
“Get away from me, Teddy.”
I could feel my body heating urgently with hers under mine, and I started to undo the back of her dress, fighting to keep my hand from trembling like the weak and groveling simp I absolutely am, as I undo her zipper slowly, almost howling like a wolf as each inch brings her delicious creamy skin into view.
“Come back on the bed, sweetheart,” I growled.
“No way,” she said, clinging still tighter, white-knuckling the frame now, even as I drew the dress down her round ass, pooling underneath her.
She was spread so pretty on her knees for me in front of the window that I couldn’t resist.
All my years of stoic resistance crumbled around me, and I knew I was never going to be able to put those barriers back up again.
I knelt down behind her, spreading her thighs even wider in front of me.
“Oh that’s a fucking beautiful picture, Ophelia.”
She started to scream, and I quickly put one hand over her mouth.
“I’ve got you,” I told her. “You’re mine.”
And oh god, it’s true.
With one hand, I covered her mouth as she screamed as hard as she could against my fingers on her mouth.
I groaned as I ran my hand over her creamy ass, each perfectly shaped round ass cheek, pulling them apart to see her pretty asshole. Fuck, I wanted to bury my face in there and tease it, but she was screaming so hard against my hand I couldn’t.
“Shh shh,” I said, rubbing my cock along her ass crack, then moving it to her pussy lips.
They felt wet already. My release, her release, it was all the same now. I wasn’t going to be able to come without her ever again.
That curve in her back was mesmerizing as I began to press my cock inside her. She was still screaming bloody murder against my hands, but her cunt knew me already, recognized me as master. Her body felt greedy for me.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re doing so perfectly. You’re taking my cock so amazingly.”
My eyes were riveted on my cock disappearing inch by inch into her pussy.
Hot, prickly sweat was breaking out on the back of my neck, rolling down my back as I forced myself to go slowly so I didn’t hurt her.
But her cunt was so deliciously wet and warm.
The thought of the holes in my torn-up condom was so arousing that if I let myself go I could come right now, blow my load in her before she even had a chance to come once.
That cannot happen again.
I have to convince Ophelia that I’m the best she could ever have. And that means making sure she comes at least once before I do, every time.
But it’s so hard. So goddamn hard.
I need her to stop screaming, so I can put one hand on her needy little clit while the other holds her hips right where I want them.
I do not want to hurt her, but I need to get her attention. I look at her ass in front of me, placing my free hand on it, deciding where the best location is. Then I give her a little pop with my hand. Because I’m so fucking wound up, it’s a bit harder than I think, the sharp slap of my flesh on hers making her jolt to a shocked stop.
I’m in all the way inside her, my thighs shaking like I’ve just run a marathon, but I don’t dare move my cock just yet.
There’s a hint, just the merest hint of a pink flush where my hand spanked her, and there’s a hum in my veins.
I slap her ass again, even harder, and now there’s a handprint on her ass, the pinker marks a perfect momentary snapshot of my big hand.
I start moving inside her, unable to stop, to resist. The hum turns to a buzz of need.
I slap her ass again, loving the feel of her under me, how the handprint gets bigger every time, and suddenly there’s a noise under my fingers that’s different.
Dropping the hand over her mouth is a risk, but when I do I’m rewarded with her low moan.
“Oh, I knew you were my greedy girl,” I said exultingly, immediately putting my fingers on her clit, rubbing the slippery wet bud and holy fuck, I want to come so badly. My load is hovering, I’m barely able to keep it at bay.
I should feel guilty for what I’m doing, how I’m going to get her pregnant without her knowing, but with her gasps and moans I know I can’t.
I will do anything to keep my sister.
I force myself to move slowly, my ears straining to hear even the slightest change in her breathing so I can know when she’s close.
It feels like her pussy is gripping me, tightening around my cock and I gasp as stars flash in and out of my vision.
My fingers are so heated I feel like I’m going to combust.
I’mfinally the one touching her, I’m the one giving her an orgasm, I’m the one going to fuck her all night long. This and every night.
When she explodes under me I’m a thrumming vibrating bundle of nerves, and I almost fucking snap as I feel her pussy grip my cock in tight little spasms. I grab her hair, making her yowl in surprise, and I unload in her, my release shooting through the holes in that cut-up condom and filling her with my seed.
And that’s going to happen until my twin sister is pregnant and swollen with my baby.
*
OPHELIA IS ASLEEP,sprawled on her stomach, one leg wrapped around a pillow. The motion shoves her ass up in the air.
I know I can’t go to sleep without taking her again, so I roll noiselessly onto my knees. Very gently, I take the tips of her nightshirt and fold it carefully, forcing myself to move slowly.
God, she’s so beautiful. That delicious naked ass. I think I can still see the marks of my big hand as I trace them reverently with one finger.
I bend down, lying flat on my stomach, hardly fucking daring to breathe for fear she’ll wake up. One of her legs flops down across my back and my breath catches with the rush of lust as I feel how boneless, limp, and totally submissive she is to me.
For a moment I just focus on my breathing, making sure I won’t lose control.
Then I move forward, inch by inch, until my nose is almost at Ophelia’s delicious pussy. She smells amazing, sweet and creamy.
I reach my tongue out slowly for her, and that first taste is incredible.
I knew she’d taste this good. My tongue explores her pussy lips slowly, gulping after each lick, wanting to memorize the taste of her.
Her little clit is right in front of me, and I can’t help twirling my tongue around it, feeling how it hardens, pushes out toward me. Her pussy lips are swollen from how hard I took her tonight, and it’s the best feeling in the world to see the evidence of my fucking insane obsession for her all over her body.
I bring my hands slowly up and carefully spread her pussy lips so her clit is bared even further. From my position, I have to sink my nose into her pussy to get closer to her clit, and I love the feeling of her soft wet cunt gripping me, any part of me.
She sighs and shifts her position, and I pause, afraid I’ll wake her up. My breathing is ragged in my ears. She wiggles back and forth on the bed a bit, then grinds her pussy down across my mouth, and I can feel the precum goddamn soaking the bed under me.
Even still, I don’t think she grasps the depths of my obsession for her. How deep and long and wrong it is, and how much I don’t give a fuck about anything but her.
I lap eagerly at her, taking the little bud in my mouth and sucking on it.
I can hear her making little moans in her sleep, and I keep going, nose in cunt, tongue exploring her slick lips, her straining clit.
When she comes it’s with a little whimpering groan that fills me with such savage satisfaction, her slick wetness pumping from her pussy, covering my face.
I taste a bit of my salty cum, too, and I hold it in my mouth.
My heart pounding, I spread her pussy lips, her cunt still vibrating and pulsating with the last of her orgasm, and I spit it back in her pussy.
I’m not wasting a drop.
I want all of that in Ophelia.
So she can never leave me again.
I sit up carefully, but Ophelia only wiggles her ass in her sleep, grinding her cunt down on the pillow.
Oh sugar, just stay with me. I’ll give you those all night long. Whenever you want. Only stay with me.
I ease my cock out of my pants, my stupid precum already leaking all over my hands, and I take a deep breath.
Spreading her pussy lips carefully, I place my cock at her entrance.
Shit, can I really do it without waking her up?
But she looks absolutely zonked out from how many times I’ve fucked her tonight, her sleepy little orgasm making her moan and whimper in a way that sends the need rushing to my cock. It’s a deep color and throbbing in my hand. Even though I’ve taken her so many times tonight, as she crawled out the window, as she rolled off the bed and onto the floor, as she tried to kick me in the balls and scratch my eyes out.
I’ll give Ophelia anything in the world. Except leaving her alone.
I can’t do that.
Inch by inch, I shove my cock inside my sleeping twin, panting as I try to control myself. She makes a low whine and I pause, my cock half in and half out of her. I look down, my eyes feasting on what the moonlight slanting across my bed shows me. My sister’s round, plump cheeks, my angry engorged cock between them, the slick wet sounds of her soaking pussy.
Fuck. Mine.
I’m out of breath, I’m gasping like some out of shape guy trying to do a pull-up.
Get yourself fucking together,I tell myself.
But I can’t.
My sister’s cunt is too fucking goddamn exquisite.
I push my cock in the rest of the way and she stirs, turning sideways so that I can see her hard little nipple stabbing up in the air, and the marks on her throat and breasts where I’ve sucked savagely at her flesh.
Taking a deep breath, I force my cock the rest of the way, moving in and out of her with long, slow strokes because I want this to last a long time.
Then when I’m done.
I’m going to do it all over again.