Chapter 5
FIVE
AIDEN
I sit in the dark living room, TV on and the sound on mute. The end of my joint crackles as I inhale the skunky smoke into my lungs, my hooded gaze glued to the TV screen.
Nova went to her bedroom after I told her to get some sleep.
As soon as she was at the staircase, I flipped off the lights and turned on the TV so I could watch her for a little while.
It’s how I relax after being away from her all day.
Now, she’s completely unaware of the hidden cameras while she undresses.
It’s like she’s putting on a show only for me.
My hard cock strains against my zipper, the bite of pain mixing with pleasure. I exhale the smoke in gigantic clouds and widen my legs to make more room in my now tight-fitting pants.
Nova peels off her bra, freeing her breasts for me to drink my fill. Her nipples harden as soon as the cool air touches them, and not for the first time, I wish I was in there with her so I could warm her perfect tits with my hands.
I drag in another hit from the joint. Nova lowers her shorts and underwear until they pool around her feet. She bends at the right angle for me to glimpse her pussy, and I don’t waste the moment.
I set the joint aside on the ashtray and pop the button undone on my pants, then lower the zipper.
I bite back a relieved groan as my erection springs free.
A bead of pre-cum wells from the tip, and I smear it across the head with my thumb while I watch Nova dig through her dresser for sleep clothes.
She’ll go for an oversized T-shirt and nothing else.
I fish in my pocket and drag out the stolen, used garment. Pressing the pink panties to my nose, I breathe Nova’s faded, musky scent deep into my lungs. My dick jerks at the first inhale, and then more pre-cum leaks from my tip at the second.
“Fuck,” I groan. My eyes flutter shut, and I swipe my tongue over the panties, wishing I could have a better taste of my sister than the dulled-out flavor I’ve been getting from her underwear.
It’s been a week since I tucked them inside my pocket for stolen moments like right now. I’m a fucking freak for doing this. A pussy-whipped freak for a girl I can’t have.
I open my eyes and smirk as Nova drags an oversized tee from the middle drawer and pulls it over her head.
Called it.
Once the shirt settles to the top of her thighs, she pops her night meds into her mouth and washes them down with the glass of water she leaves on her nightstand.
She flips off the lights, crawls into bed under her pink sheets, and curls into the fetal position.
Night-vision sets in, switching the once colorful room into shades of green.
It’s the same routine she’s done for years.
I know my little sister like the back of my hand.
What she prefers to wear to bed. What meds she takes.
How well she slept the night before just by the shade of dark circles under her eyes.
I memorized her habits. But there’s one specific thing I’m trying to break her out of, and it’s not without a fight from her.
Nova’s choice of pain stimming isn’t a healthy one. Plucking her precious hair from the root and scratching her scalp until scabs form is hurting her. She doesn’t notice, and if she does, she couldn’t care less.
No one is allowed to harm her, not even herself.
Annoyance rushes through my veins, overpowering the lust. To fix that, I close my eyes and drop my head against the back of the sofa as I hold Nova’s used panties to my nose. More blood pumps between my legs, and the discomfort from my erection turns into agony. But I refuse to touch myself.
Would this be considered pain stimming? I freed my hard dick and shoved my nose in my sister’s dirty underwear, but I’m choosing to ride out the case of blue balls rather than having a quick but unsatisfying release. I’m hurting myself by doing this.
Clenching my jaw, I lower the panties from my face and stare at the TV for a few more minutes before tucking myself into my pants, then stuffing the panties into my pocket.
I need more info on the guy Nova is talking to. For starters, I want a last name and a picture. I want to know who captured my sister’s attention and what about him is making her choose him over me.
I finish the last of the joint, disconnect the cameras from the TV before switching it off, then head to Nova’s bedroom on the second floor. She’s passed out now and won’t hear me creeping around, thanks to the meds.
Keeping my steps light, I enter her room and stop at her bedside.
I tilt my head as my gaze settles on Nova’s relaxed face.
Her plump lips part with each deep, even breath.
Her upper lip puffs out more than her bottom one.
Some would consider it an imperfection, but I find this trait adorable.
My fingertips hover over her cheek, yearning to touch her while she sleeps, but I don’t want to risk waking her.
I lean over her and pluck her cellphone from beneath the spare pillow beside her head. Already knowing the password, I unlock the screen and open the text thread with Brandon. I read through some of Nova and Brandon’s messages that I didn’t have a chance to read earlier.
Scrolling through the thread, I look for a last name. Anything to give me a hint about who the hell he is. Even a picture. But none of that pops up. He’s faceless, and she has him saved in her contacts by his first name.
I frown and search through other messenger apps on her phone, but none of them has the info I need.
Shaking my head, I lock the screen and gently return the phone to where I found it. I take one last glance at Nova’s pretty face, then leave her bedroom to go to mine. Sitting on the edge of my mattress, I stare at the wall across from me and wait for the guilt to come.
And it does.
I shouldn’t be snooping through Nova’s phone. I shouldn’t be trying to find reasons to hate this guy.
Jealousy is jealousy, and there’s no stopping it.
Until I have to hand her over to this asshole, I’ll enjoy the time I’ll have with her as my fake girlfriend.
What could possibly go wrong?