Chapter 2
By the time I make it downstairs, Layla is talking to that jackass Peter. My dad told me all about her “boyfriend” and how she was a good girl and I needed to stay away.
All my life they’ve been telling me to stay away from my sister, but it’s no use. We share a special bond that they don’t understand, and they never will. Layla loves me, and I love her. Now that I’m back, I’m not leaving until she comes with me.
Just when I take a step toward Layla, my mom cuts my path off. “Don’t ruin this night for her,” she says in a sharp voice.
“You mean don’t ruin it for you,” I say, and her eyes narrow.
“You’re not welcome here anymore, Knox. We’ve made that perfectly clear.” She straightens her shoulders, and I wonder what it must be like to hate your own son.
“Yes you have. But don’t worry. I’ll be out of your hair soon. I’m only here to celebrate my sister”s birthday. You know, the one where you’re not allowed to control her every move anymore?”
“This is her home.”
“For now.” I shrug. “But if I were you, I’d play nice. Or you’ll be seeing your daughter about as often as you see your son.”
A woman I don’t know comes over and butts into our conversation. “Edith, you have to tell me who you used to cater this party.”
My mom decides between scolding me or pretending we’re a nice normal family, and I guess saving face wins. She starts to tell the woman all about it while I walk away in search of Layla.
When I find her, she’s standing close to Peter in the library. Her cheeks are flushed, and she looks uncomfortable as he moves in closer. Not waiting to find out what happens next, I go in and loudly clear my throat.
Their heads snap up in my direction, and while Layla looks relieved, Peter looks annoyed. He reaches out and puts his hand on her arm to keep her from coming to me. Big mistake.
“Get your hand off my sister,” I order, my voice cold and threatening.
“Why, so you can touch her instead?” He sneers. “We all know why you were forced to leave, Knox. I just can’t figure out why you’re not ashamed enough to stay away.”
“What’s he talking about?” Layla asks innocently.
“Your brother wants to fuck you,” Peter says, and although Layla’s eyes widen, she doesn’t seem shocked.
I casually tuck my hands in my pockets and remain calm. “I’d like a moment alone with my sister.”
“See, he’s not even denying it.” Peter looks to Layla for confirmation that I’m a disgusting piece of shit, but she doesn’t give him the satisfaction.
“Can you give us a moment alone, Peter?” She smiles, but it’s totally fake. He doesn’t seem to notice and eventually lets out a heavy sigh.
“Are you sure?” When Layla nods, he reluctantly lets her go and leaves us alone.
Once we’re alone, I hold my arms out. and Layla comes running straight into them. “You okay?” I ask as I kiss the top of her head and hold her close.
“I’m okay. But was that true? Is that why they sent you away?” She leans back to look up at me with those beautiful green eyes. They are so much like mine, but hers are brighter, like she’s been untouched from the darkness of the world.
“They said I loved you too much.” I slide my hand down her back and then cup her ass. The dress she’s got on is so fucking hot, but all I want to do is rip it off of her.
“That’s impossible.” She smiles, and for the first time I catch a hint of alcohol on her breath. “You can’t love me too much.”
“He wasn’t wrong. I do want to fuck you.” I turn us around and push the door closed before pressing her against it. “But first I want to taste you.”
“Knox?” Her hands stay on my shoulders as I go to my knees in front of her.
“I got you a birthday present.” I say as I push her dress up her thighs and around her waist. “Let me give it to you.”
Her breath hitches when I reach for her panties and pull them down just a little. Leaning forward, I bury my face in her soft pussy and moan in pleasure. She’s completely bare, and my tongue is slippery against her wet folds.
“Oh god, Knox. This is so bad.” Her fingers grip my hair, and she pulls hard, but I don’t move.
“You like it,” I tell her and look up. She’s staring down at me as I lick between her pussy lips and over her clit. She’s fighting it, but I keep going.
“Stop,” she whispers as her eyelids lower. “Knox, don’t stop.” This time when she grips my hair, she’s pushing me tighter against her pussy.
When I cover her clit with my mouth and suck, she screams in pleasure and cums on my face. Her hips buck forward on their own, and then her legs shake. I have to hold her up as I suck off the last of her orgasm and then lick her clean.
Once she’s finished, I tug her panties all the way off and hide them in my pocket. This will make the rest of the night go much easier.
“Come on,” I tell her when I stand up. “You need to talk to your guests.” I bend down and kiss her, letting her taste what I’ve just done.