Chapter 3
LILA
I should’ve stopped.
Should’ve come to my senses the second my big brother came into my bedroom.
But I didn’t want to deny him—or me. I’d wanted for this for far too long.
Eli tasted like everything I’d ever wanted and wasn’t allowed to have—taboo pleasure. He was rough around the edges and was desire wrapped in something sinful.
Something totally forbidden.
And I was so tired of pretending I didn’t want him. I was mentally exhausted trying to convince myself I could have Eli.
It was wrong. It was crossing every damn line. But all the same, I wanted it, and he’d given it to me.
There was no going back, and thank God for that.
I straddled his waist, his cock hard again and damp and hot from fucking my pussy.
His hands slid up my waist, calloused palms dragging over my bare skin. He made me tremble and ache for more. Eli dragged his lips down my throat, his breath warm against my collarbone, his mouth leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
The way his cock throbbed between my legs caused a wave of pleasure flow through me resulting in wetness dripping from my pussy.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he hissed, his voice ragged.
“Same, big brother. Same.”
He weaved his fingers in my hair and held me still as he kissed me long and slow. “No one will ever understand or approve of this between us?—”
“I don’t care. I only want you.”
He growled against my mouth. He wanted this. Me. Just as badly.
Our mouths moved in sync, desperate and needy. His hands roamed over my body like he was trying to memorize every inch of skin and every curve.
I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging in, leaving small indentations on his perfect skin. He tugged me tighter against him, grinding up, rubbing his cock along my slippery pussy slit.
I cried out, the sound muffled between kisses.
“You’re mine,” he rasped, his voice low and ragged, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I knew there would be bruises tomorrow. I didn’t care. I wanted the marks, wanted the proof of what we’d done.
My knees dug into the mattress, my body still trembling from our first round of fucking. His cock slipped back inside of me with a slight shift of our bodies. He was thick and heavy, pulsing as he grew harder for me.
Our chests were pressed together, slick with sweat, and his lips were on mine, claiming me in a kiss that was more teeth than tongue. I could taste the salt on his skin, could feel the way his breath hitched as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine.
Eli’s hands moved up to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making me whimper… making them harden. “You’re my filthy, beautiful slut.”
I moaned, the words sending a shiver down my spine. “God, yes. Yes, I am.” This was wrong, so wrong, and yet, it was the only thing that felt right.
I’d spent years denying it, pretending I didn’t feel this way, but now that I had my brother–now that he was inside me–I couldn’t pretend anymore. I wanted this.
I wanted him .
I gasped as I rocked my hips against his. “I’m yours, brother.”
His head fell back against the headboard, his eyes closing as I started to move, lifting myself up and then sinking back down onto him, taking him deeper with each thrust. Fucking my brother.
I could feel him–every inch of him–stretching me, filling me, and it was all I could do to keep from coming again.
So, I pushed up from Eli’s lap, his dick bobbing free from our connection.
I lined up my pussy directly in front of his mouth.
“Lick my cunt, brother.” With a shimmer of surprise then excitement in his eyes, Eli stuck his long tongue out and swiped a leisurely line from my pussy hole to my clit, swirling it between my folds and playing with my cunt.
“Suck it,” I half demanded, half pleaded. And he did just that. Eli swirled his tongue around my little bud a few times before taking it between his teeth and sucking it like a piece of candy. My knees buckled, but Eli kept me standing.
I arched my back, pressing my pussy firmly against my brother’s mouth, grinding, trying to draw-out my pleasure.
With another delicious, hard pull of my clit, he stuck a finger in my ass.
A spasm of pure ecstasy tore through me.
I came against Eli’s mouth. Fluid shot from my pussy and drenched his face.
It gushed down his chin, over his chest, and dripped over his cock.
While my body wracked with my orgasm, I was literally shocked.
I couldn’t believe I just squirted. On my brother.
Was I embarrassed? No. I should be, though, but I’m not.
Eli licked my clit one last time before pulling his finger out of my ass.
“Oh, sweet sis, you surprise me in the best of ways.” Grabbing his cock and spreading my pussy juices along his length, he licked his lips and said, “Now, sit on my dick and fuck me.” I obeyed like a good girl and slowly lowered myself, dragging my tongue over his cheeks, jaw, lips, lapping up my release as I sank my wet pussy over his cock.
Eli groaned loudly, biting at my neck and twisting my nipples. I felt him—every single thick and long inch of him—stretching me, filling me, and it was all I could do to keep from coming again.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he started to thrust up into me, matching my rhythm. “Damn, you’re so fucking sexy, Lila.”
I moaned, my hands braced against his shoulders as I rode him, my body trembling with the strain, brimming with the pleasure that was building inside me. It coiled tighter and tighter with every thrust.
“Look at you,” he growled, his eyes now opened, dark and hungry as they met mine. “So fucking hot. I can feel how wet and messy you’re getting again. You’re fucking dripping all over me, baby sister.”
I whimpered, my hips stuttering as his words sent a jolt of lust race through me. His hands tightened on my hips, lifting me off him, flipping us so that I was beneath him, his body pinning me to the mattress.
Eli leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “I want to taste you again. I want to taste what I’ll leave all over you.”
I shivered, my hands tangling in his hair as he moved down my body, his lips trailing kisses along my neck, my breasts, my stomach.
He paused when he reached the mess between my legs, his breathing intense. He leaned back and started jerking himself off. I was surprised to see long spurts of cum shooting out the tip and landing on my drenched pussy.
Eli did this until I was covered with it. I was shocked he had anymore jizz left after he covered my face and neck with the thick, white ropes.
After a long minute, he shifted positioning so his face was between my legs again. His breath was hot and warm, and I gasped, spreading my legs wider.
My big brother’s tongue darted out to lick up the drops of cum that leaked from between my lips.
“You taste so fucking good,” he murmured, his tongue lapping at me, his fingers sliding inside me to push his cum into my pussy before curling them and pulling them back out, scooping up the seed.
He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. “You taste like mine.”
I moaned, my hips lifting off the bed as he leaned down again, his tongue plunging into me, tasting me, devouring me. My back arched as he ate me out, eating his cum and mine.
“Please,” I begged, my voice trembling, my body trembling. “Please, big brother. I need more .”
He hummed in pleasure, his tongue leaving my cunt as he moved back up my body, his cock sliding back into my pussy with a single, hard thrust.
I cried out, wrapped my legs around his waist, and held on as he fucked me, rough and fast. Eli’s hips slammed into me with a force that drove the breath from my lungs and pushed me up the bed.
His lips crashed against mine, and I could taste us—his cum and the flavor of my pussy still lingering in his mouth. He pushed his tongue deeper, and I savored his flavor as it mingled with mine.
“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered against my lips, his voice low. “Tasting your brother’s cum?”
I mewled my response.
“My dirty, little twin.” He kissed me again, his tongue swirling against mine as we shared what he’d taken from me moments before. The act was so filthy . It was wholly and inherently wrong , and yet, it only made me want to get fucked by my brother Eli until I couldn’t walk straight.
He broke the kiss, his breath hot against my skin as he drove into me harder, deeper. Eli was relentless as he pounded me, my headboard banging on the wall.
“This is so fucked up,” he groaned, his voice ragged, but the desire laced in it told me even though this was insanity, neither one of us could stop.
“You’re my sister, and I’m buried inside you. You take every drop of my cum. You’re mine, and you always will be.”
I clung to him, raking my nails up and down his spine, squeezing and pinching his ass.
I knew I’d leave marks on his skin, proof that I’d claimed him as much as he had me.
My bedroom was filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, our moans loud and obscene, and the smell of sweaty, forbidden sex filling the air.
“Squeeze my cock. Let me feel how much you love being fucked raw by your brother.”
And I did, my pussy clenching and relaxing around his big dick, milking him for another big load.
And then I orgasmed, my body convulsing around him as pleasure ripped through me. Eli followed right after, his thrusts erratic and manic as he finally went over the edge and filled me with his hot cum.
“You’re mine,” he growled as he gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head as he kissed me deeply. “No one will accept what we have. They’ll never let us be together.”
“I know,” I whispered.
“But it doesn't matter. You’re mine no matter what.”
“Good,” I gasped. Eli let go of my wrists, and I immediately wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. “I only ever want you, big brother.”
For the first time in years, I felt whole.
We lay there tangled in each other, hearts pounding. My cheek rested against his chest, and my big brother stroked my spine.
No words.
Just silence.
But I knew we’d broken something this morning—crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. We could never tell anyone this secret. No one would ever understand.
And I was fine with that. Because I loved Eli, and he loved me. Nothing and no one would ever change that.