Chapter 4
“Knox, what are you doing?” Layla asks when I walk to where she’s sitting on the futon.
“I’m going to take the thing he wants most.” When I’m right in front of her I put a knee on the futon, and her eyes widen. “He tried to keep me from you so he could have you all to himself.”
“What?” She blinks at me and then looks over at Dad. “He?—”
“He sent me away, Layla. He knew how much I wanted you, and he couldn’t stand that you wanted me back.”
“Is this true?” She asks him, but he’s silent.
“Hey,” I say to her, and her eyes find mine. “You love me, don’t you?” I don’t know why I have to ask because I know she does. I just want to hear her say it. I want him to hear her say it. No matter how hard he tried to keep us apart, he couldn’t do anything to break our connection.
“Of course I do.” She lets out a small breath as she reaches up and cups my cheek. “You know I love you more than anyone else in the whole world. You’ve always been my best friend and the one person I could be my true self around. You’re my big brother and protector. I love you the most.”
“You trust me?” I raise a brow, and she grins at me.
“With my life.”
“Then why don’t you lie back and let me show you how much I love you.” Her eyes dart over to Dad, but I move into her line of vision. “Just you and me forever, right?”
“Right,” she quickly agrees.
“That’s my girl.” I put my hand on her thigh, and when I climb onto the futon, she lies back on it. “Just keep those gorgeous eyes on me.”
I bend down and kiss one knee then the other. Then I put my hands between them and spread them apart. She does as I tell her and only looks at me while I open her up.
“Jesus,” I hear Dad say from behind me. I made sure he could see it all but not be close enough to do anything about it.
I dip my head between her thighs and lick up the center of her bare cunt. She’s still sticky from when I ate her out earlier, and I love how she’s only gotten sweeter. She moans when I do it again, and I look up to see her eyes closed while she’s lost in pleasure.
“You taste so sweet.” I say and lick her again. “The sweetest little sister I could ever wish for.”
“Will you do that sucking thing again?” Layla looks at me with needy eyes and flushed cheeks.
“You liked that?” I say and lick circles around her clit. She nods, and I grin. “Why don’t you tell Daddy how much you liked it.”
“I can’t watch this,” Dad says, but when I look over, I see his cock already straining against his pants. No matter what he says, he likes watching.
I lick between Layla’s pussy lips and then suck on her clit. She cries out, and her fingers go to my hair. They tighten as I do it again, and she moans loudly.
“Tell him you like it,” I say again, and she’s quick to respond.
“I love it, Daddy.” She whimpers when I suck on her clit and then flick my tongue over it. “I love it when he licks me. Oh god.” She’s nearly panting now and riding my face. “I-I’m going to cum.”
“Tell him,” I order.
“He’s going to make me cum, Daddy.”
Fuck, hearing that makes my cock drip, and I have to reach in my pants to stroke myself. She does exactly as she promises and cums on my face as I eat her pussy. Our father watches, and I can see him holding his breath as she climaxes. He’s desperate to touch her, but I’d cut off his hands before I let that happen.
“I think I’m going to get addicted to that,” I tell her when I take one last lick and sit up.
“Me too.” Layla’s eyes are half closed as she watches me move between her legs.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this, baby sister,” I tell her as I push the front of my pants down and my cock juts out between us. The tip is already wet, and I smear it against her thigh.
“Don’t,” Dad says sharply, and I look over at him. “I’ll give you whatever you want. You want money? I’ll give you anything. Just don’t do it.”
“Knox,” Layla says softly, and I turn to look down at her. She kisses me softly before looking into my eyes. “I want it to be you.” She reaches between us and guides my cock to her opening. “I’ve always dreamed of you being my first.”
“Your first and last,” I tell her as I sink inside her pretty pink pussy.
She’s so goddamn tight it makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. I thrust forward in one hard rush and grunt when I’m all the way inside. She cries out, and I try to go slowly, but I’ve never, ever felt anything so fucking good.
“Holy shit,” I breathe as I thrust in and out of her wet little slit. “Fuck. So good. Tight. Wet.” I can hardly get out words, but I want him to know what he’s missing. “Fresh little cherry.”
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I can hear our father struggling to get out of his chair, but it’s no use. The more he fights it, the tighter the zip ties will get.
“Knox, you feel so good.” Layla moans and wraps her legs around me. “I needed you inside me for so long.”
My cock swells at her dirty words, and I tell her to keep going.
“I was so empty I ached. I needed you right here.” Her fingers move between us, and I feel them on my cock as it enters her.
“Now you’ll need it all the time. Once you get a cock in you, you’ll be begging to be filled all the time. As soon as I cum in you, you’ll be searching for more.”
I look over at Dad and wink. That sends him into another round of rage, and he shouts in anger.
“Daddy, he feels so good.” Layla is taunting him as she rocks her hips to take me deeper. “He’s so big and hard.”
“Pull that dress down. I want to suck on your nipples,” I tell her, and she does it. As soon as the pretty little buds are out, I hungrily lick and suck them. It makes her moan louder, and I don’t know how much longer I can last.
Layla and I have always been in tune, and like she can sense I’m close, she goes right to the edge. Her back arches and her thighs tense as she clenches around me hard. I thrust deep one last time as I watch her cum on my cock. Her blush starts just above her tits and then spreads up her neck and cheeks. Her orgasm goes on for so long, and I feel every pulse of her pussy on my shaft.
The way she milks me is obscene, and I have no choice but to cum inside her. My cock throbs as I fill her little pussy up, and she keeps begging for more. I cum and cum until it’s running out between us and I have to use my fingers to scoop it up and smear it across her belly.
She’s a mess by the time I’m finished, and when I pull out, there’s a rush of it that comes out too. I push it back in her as well as I can, and then I get up off the futon. My cock is still hard as fuck and jutting out in front of me, but I ignore it as I walk over to where our dad is seated. I hold my hand out in front of his face, and he looks up at me.
“I know you want to taste her,” I say to him, and he looks down at my fingers that are coated in the both of us.
He opens his mouth, but before he can either get a taste or tell me to fuck off, I open my palm and smack him across the face with it. It’s so hard his eye is immediately bloodshot, and it takes him a second before he can focus on me again.
I bend down so we’re face to face as I look at my father for the last time. “That’s the only taste of her you’ll ever get.”
When I turn back around, I button up my pants and then reach for Layla. She’s wobbly on her legs as I help her put her dress back in place and then pick her up in my arms. Neither of us says another word to our father as we leave. I’m sure someone will cut him free. Eventually.
“What’s going to happen now?” she asks when I carry her from the treehouse.
“I’ve already got your bags packed. We’re leaving, and I’m taking you home.” I kiss her forehead, and she snuggles close.
“Home.” She sighs contentedly, and I squeeze her in my arms. “I like the sound of that.”
THE END!