Chapter 5
By the end of summer, we knew it was time. I was headed back to school for the fall semester, and Ryker had found a security job on campus, which meant he’d be close to me. That had been very important to him.
We had a plan. We’d found a small rental right off campus. We told our parents that Ryker was moving close so we could save money on housing and that we were helping each other. They believed us. It made sense to them. It would never cross their minds that we were doing taboo things together.
The decision felt like stepping off solid ground together, hands clasped tight, trusting that whatever came next would be worth it even if everyone would think it was wrong.
We spent the final days quietly packing what mattered most, sharing small smiles across the room that carried everything we couldn’t say out loud. The house that had always been home now felt like the last chapter of something we were ready to close.
We knew we wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about our relationship, but right now, we were content with that reality. Once I graduated, we’d look into moving farther away.
The last night in the house, Ryker pushed me up against the wall, yanking my shorts down just enough to sink two thick fingers into my already soaked pussy.
“One last time here, little sister,” he growled against my neck, curling those fingers right against the spot that made my knees buckle.
I came fast and hard on his hand, biting his shoulder as pleasure ripped through me, my juices sliding down to his wrist.
My body was still trembling from aftershocks when he scooped me up like I weighed nothing.
My big brother carried me to his room and laid me out on his bed like I was something precious and filthy all at once.
Ryker stripped me slowly, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered before spreading my thighs wide and burying his face between them.
His tongue was relentless, lapping at my clit, fucking into my hole, sucking on my folds until I was writhing and begging. He made me come twice like that, my hands fisted in his hair, hips grinding against his mouth as I moaned his name like it was the only word I knew.
The way he devoured me, like he was starving for the taste of his own sister, made my head spin with how wrong and perfect it felt.
When he finally stood, he freed his cock, the length rock-hard and leaking.
He gripped my leg, hiked it up to his waist, and positioned me enough that he could notch the head at my pussy hole.
And then he pushed in slowly, letting me feel every inch stretch my cunt open until he bottomed out, balls pressed tight against my ass.
“Fuck, my sister is so perfect for me,” he breathed, forehead against mine. We stayed like that for a moment, just connected, breathing each other in. Then he started moving in rolling thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside me.
He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, pounding into me so deep I felt him in my stomach. “Whose cunt is this, Henleigh?” he demanded, voice rough.
“Yours,” I gasped. “My big brother owns this pussy.” The words made him groan and slam into me harder, one hand wrapping around my throat just enough to make my head spin while the other rubbed my clit. I came again, clenching around his thick cock, soaking us both.
After that, he slowed down, turning gentle. He kissed me deep and slow, hips rocking gently as he made love to me like he had all the time in the world. His hands roamed everywhere as he cupped my breasts, traced my ribs, and held my face so I had to look at him.
“I love you,” he whispered against my lips. “So in love with you.” The tenderness mixed with the filthy stretch of his cock inside me broke something open in me. I came harder than I ever had, sobbing his name as my pussy milked him, pulling him deeper.
“I’m never going to get enough of this tight little pussy. You’ve ruined me for anyone else for the rest of my fucking life,” he promised, voice strained as he got close to filling me up. His thrusts grew frantic, more urgent. “You’re tied to me forever.”
I wrapped my legs tighter around him, pulling him as far as he could go. When he finally came, he roared my name and flooded me with pulse after pulse of hot, thick cum, so much it leaked out around his cock as he kept rocking through his orgasm, pushing every drop even further into me.
We stayed locked together for a long time afterward, sweaty and trembling, his softening cock still nestled inside me. Ryker kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and finally my swollen lips, murmuring how this was only the beginning.
And I knew that was the truth, without a doubt.
Lying there in the quiet afterward, feeling his heartbeat against mine and his sticky warmth still leaking out of me, I let myself imagine the apartment waiting for us, the late nights after my classes where he’d be waiting, and the mornings where we didn’t have to rush or hide.
It wasn’t perfect, and it never would be to anyone else.