9. Playing
Playing
Zade
S iri looks up at me, lust swimming in her eyes, and rolls onto her back, spreading her legs in open invitation. Her thighs and bared pussy glistens.
Oh, fuck. I can’t.
I don’t know what the hell came over me. I’d felt like a man possessed, stalking toward that closed door after hurt flashed across her face. She thought I was rejecting her in that moment, and it couldn’t have been farther from the truth.
I couldn’t let her think I didn’t want her, and when chocolate eyes, shiny with tears, looked up at me after I opened the door, I caved like a folded piece of paper, slamming my mouth down on hers.
Now, look what I’ve done, corrupting my sweet little sister.
“She wanted it. She wants you.”
I shake my head. Now’s not the time to hear voices. I press my fingers into my temples, willing them away.
My head jerks back, fingers falling away when soft lips graze along my hard cock. Aiming wide-eyes down at Siri, I watch with rapt attention as her pink tongue slides from pouty lips to swirl along the bulbous head of my dick.
She can’t—My hands fist at my side, hips jerking forward. Her warm, wet mouth closes around the tip, tongue continuing to make swirling spirals. Every stroke of her decadent tongue around the heated flesh pushes me closer to spilling down her throat.
Words get trapped, vibrating in the back of my throat, and my hands hang uselessly at my sides.
Oh, fuck. I’m going—I push at her shoulders, pulling my hips back. A wheeze crawls from my lips at her teeth scraping my cock. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
Siri. We can’t. We shouldn’t. I need to— She shakes her head, glaring at me and sitting back on her haunches.
“Zade, get on the bed. You made me come. Now, it’s my turn to return the favor. I’m not asking you to fuck me.” The implied “yet,” went unsaid, but I heard it hanging in the air between us, heavy with inevitability.
She wants me. My sister wants me to fuck her. My head gets dizzy with the knowledge, and I blindly follow her orders, stumbling forward to climb onto the bed. As soon as my back hits the mattress, she crawls toward me, eyes focused on my erection lying on my stomach.
Tremors snake into my legs before she even wraps her mouth around my cock again. My back bows off the bed when she does, hands fisting the sheets.
My first fucking blowjob and it’s Siri’s mouth taking me nearly to the back of her throat. Oh, shit. She’s ruining me, cheeks hollowing and mouth sucking emphatically on my tip like she can force my seed from me .
I’m going to—My legs shake hard enough to jostle the mattress and right before I can shoot my load down her throat, Siri does something fucked up. Like, I’ll-never-be-the-same fucked up.
Quick as lightning, she crawls up my body and straddles my hips. Smiling down at me with an evil grin, she reaches down to grip my cock, lines it up with her entrance and sinks down on it the barest inch.
“Fuck,” is on the tip of my tongue as my hips surge forward, sinking me a little deeper, and, her soft hands keep stroking the rest of my cock that’s right below her pussy. She tugs up and down, forcing my cum to shoot out of me and into her willing pussy.
An odd noise, a cross between a grunt and a moan, crawls from my throat. I’m coming, and Siri’s taking it all inside of her. She keeps stroking me until the last tremor fades, making sure she’s caught every drop before slumping forward and resting on my chest.
I’m limp beneath her, completely fucking boneless. I just came inside my sister. Even now, my cock jerks, the head of it resting just inside of her entrance.
I’m so going to hell, and my dad’s going to kill me for ruining his daughter.
Soriah
Thank God I’m on the pill, or what I did with Zade would’ve been beyond reckless and landed us with an unplanned pregnancy. With a stalker on the loose, I doubt either of us would be willing to run to the store for the morning-after pill. We’d just take our chances and pray I didn’t get knocked up.
I don’t know how I’d explain that one to our parents.
Mom’s face had a mild look of horror on it when I’d asked if I could get on the pill at fifteen.
She works in obstetrics. She didn’t need anyone to spell out why a teenager would ask for birth control.
But the joke was on her because that wasn’t why I wanted it.
At the time, I just thought it’d ease some of my menstrual cramps, and nearly all of my friends were on some variant of birth control. Her eyes had hardened at the last bit of information, but she’d acquiesced.
Three years later, and I’m more than grateful for the contraceptive.
I hadn’t intentionally—at least not subconsciously—saved my virginity for Zade to take.
Boys just took longer to mature, and I had amazing women in my life who demonstrated I didn’t necessarily need a man.
They’re nice to have, but under no circumstances was I encouraged to settle for someone immature.
So, I’d kept my virginity to myself. I experimented with giving and receiving pleasure, but no one felt special enough for me to surrender something somewhat precious. Call me a romantic, but I wanted hearts and flowers and roses for my first time.
I look down at Zade’s dark head between my thighs. He swipes a wet cloth along my skin. He’s intently focused on the task of cleaning his cum off of me or avoiding meeting my eyes.
I direct my eyes up at the ceiling, telling myself it would be absurd to cry. I’m the one who hopped on his cock and forced him to cum inside me. He hadn’t asked for that.
Oh, God.
He’d actually signed that we should stop, and I coerced him to lie down so I could blow him. My hands fly to my face, shielding me from view. I can’t believe I did that.
Did I just rape my brother?
Gentle hands tug mine down, and I stare at his chest, nose turning red and tears stinging my eyes.
He tips my chin forward so I’m forced to watch him quickly sign.
What’s wrong? Do you regret it? Did I take it too far?
My brows furrow at that. What the hell does he mean? I shake my head before he can sign something else that sounds completely ridiculous.
“I raped you,” I blurt out, fighting a tremble in my lower lips. His eyes widen before his shoulders begin to shake, a smile splitting his face.
You didn’t rape me, Siri. I was definitely a willing participant. The last part was unexpected, but did you hear me— He makes a face, pausing. I nearly laugh at his unintentional joke.
You know what I mean. I could’ve pushed you off or signaled in some way that I wanted you to stop. I didn’t. You did nothing wrong. I thought you were upset cause I— He stops, waving a hand vaguely. I understood his meaning.
He thought he’d fucked up, that he was the one who took advantage of me. God. I laugh, realizing we’re two anxious overthinkers. We both thought we fucked up something that was intensely pleasurable for everyone involved.
“You did nothing wrong, either,” I reassure him with a smile. He returns it, ears pinkening.
Do you want to take a bath? I’ll see if I can find more details about your stalker while you’re showering. I can go into your room to fetch any clothes for you, too.
My heart swells. He knows I don’t want to step into that room, that it’s forever tainted for me now. I nod graciously, letting a single tear fall.
He swipes it away and leans forward, brushing his lips over mine.
“Zade,” I murmur, leaning forward eagerly. He shakes his head, pulling back.
Shower. We can play later after we’ve found your stalker.
Resolve steels his voice and hardens his eyes. He’s done “playing.” He’s back to being an overprotective brother now, like last night, and I know no amount of pleading will get him to touch me until he’s made more progress with finding my stalker.
My face falls with disappointment, but I nod. The return of the Zade who fucking ravished me can’t come soon enough. Next time, I want more than just an inch or two. I want the whole damn thing inside me.
Zade is mine now.