43. Shane
43
Shane
M y phone rests in one hand, a joint in the other.
I stare at them both, wondering what road to take today. I could text her back, fill her with falsified comfort only a true friend could bring, or I could keep ignoring her the way I have been, attempting to find some way to explain the unexplainable. How do you admit you’ve deceived someone for years? Years. Years of manipulation, years of infiltrating, years of lies…just to gain access to them.
I scroll up through the past few days of conversations, the pleading, the updates, wondering how I got here. In a place where the old me can no longer function. I can’t harbor this hatred like I used to. It doesn’t own me like it once did now that she’s in my presence. I can’t hold on to the resentment I thought would forever rule me. I can’t pretend anymore. It’s eating me alive. And yet, every time another text rolls through, I feel that connection to her again. The one I’m too afraid of losing, despite everything else.
I drop both on my bed, then make my way to my computer desk. Sitting back in my gaming chair, I start up my computer and log into CyprusX, loading my page and scanning through my recent uploads. The last video I uploaded has a million views and counting. Royalties are rolling in. Seems her fans missed her, but not only that, they appear to really enjoy watching her with me .
I grab my handheld camera from the desk and make my way to her room again.
She sleeps so heavily these days, likely from the stress of the orchestra and its demanding hours, but probably more likely from the diphenhydramine I’ve been pumping into her. She always said that the stress from her childhood and home life made her a light sleeper. But nightlife wasn’t for her anymore. Montana had established herself as a Stepford wife in training. In light of her dark and dirty past, proper rest had her succumbing to the caffeinated beverages she didn’t know were chock-full of sleep aides.
It worked wonders for me.
Popping the lock as silently as I can, I twist the knob and enter her room. Her light breaths come in silent waves as I stand over her sleeping body. Dark hair splays across her pillowcase, her arms relaxed above her head with a hand near her jaw, and her gorgeous lashes rest against the soft curve of her cheek. Everything about her is perfect, from the top of her gorgeous thick hair to the bottom of her little black-painted toes.
My sweats tent in anticipation as I slowly pull back her pillow-top comforter. Her body lies curled on its side, her soft thighs spread slightly, flashing her light pink panties taunting me.
I gently part her thighs, and she rolls to her back, letting out a heavy breath. Her shirt rises up her midriff, exposing the curvature of her waist, and the mounds of her breasts lie bare beneath the white material. I can see her soft, raspberry-tinted nipples pressing against the fabric, and the urge to twist them until they bud has my jaw tightening with need.
But I refrain. I’m simply here to do what I’ve been doing nearly every morning since she’s moved in.
Ensuring she’s mine.
Pulling my sweats down to my thighs, I grip my cock and slowly lean onto the bed. One of my knees sits between her parted thighs as I take in the sight of her cunt, outlined by the light pink panties.
Her mouth rests slightly parted, and her chest rises and falls, soft and steady. Turning the camera on, I lean closer, trailing my hard cock against her inner thigh until it meets the apex of her leg. A wet trail of precum lingers as I stroke myself, the intoxication of the moment increasing my heart rate into thunderous beats of calculated excitement.
“Good morning, sweet sister,” I whisper, holding my camera above us, ensuring to capture everything but her face.
Peeling her panties to the side, I urge my dick forward until the head slips under the fabric, trapping me beneath. I glide the reddened tip over the top of her smooth clit in slow thrusts, savoring the feeling of her warm flesh finally against mine again.
I groan, pinching my eyes tightly before watching our sexes slide together, my precum and saliva ensuring a slippery channel. She releases a soft moan, her hands stirring near her face. Her lips part, her jaw growing lax, and those steady, slow breaths return.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper, rubbing my cock between her pussy lips. “Stay sleeping while your brother defiles you.”
Focusing in on my erection poking beneath her panties, I zoom in closer with the camera, enjoying the thrill of corrupting her while she sleeps. I poke around beneath her underwear until my ready tip presses against her opening, so warm and inviting.
“Ah fuck,” I groan, feeling my balls tighten, my dick pulsing with pleasure.
She stirs slightly, her left leg straightening on the bed, so I still myself, fighting the urge to wake her up with a stiff cock in her ass and a hand holding her throat to the bed.
I’m ready to explode. Coat her in my release yet again.
It doesn’t take long. After she drifts back off, I regain my stance over her, lifting her shirt just enough for the edge of her breast to slip out, exposing her nipple. Spitting into my palm, I roll my fist over my length, faster and faster, until my impending release is on the brink.
My throat rumbles as I try to silence my groan. Pressing closer, I push my tip beneath her panties again, stroking until I ejaculate inside of them. Shuddering, I shoot pulsing waves of come, nearly collapsing over top of her as I bite the inside of my cheek, working to stifle my moan. Running my tip along her white-coated clit, I catch my breath, zooming in on my beautiful creation—my baby drenched in me.
With that, I stop the video and peer over her, gazing at her gorgeous form. I need to leave the room, but I can't. Minutes pass, and my feet feel as if they are cemented to the ground. I don’t know what the day will bring. In here, sleeping before me, she’s always been unknowingly mine.
My heart clenches in my chest, a sickness overtaking me. With every cell of my being, I just know that from here on out, no matter what happens, I can never lose her again.
I won’t lose her.
I’ll destroy myself before it ever comes to that.