Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
MASE
I’ve avoided her again. She came home from school and made herself scarce while I hid away, looking at prospective properties on the laptop for our next business endeavor. Though my mind wasn’t in it at all.
Nope, all I could think about all day was my gorgeous little stepsister, the one I shouldn’t want but crave with my entirety.
She’s here in the same house as me, sleeping just down the hall from me. I could take her, make her mine.
My mind flickers back to this Travis. Is he her boyfriend? Has he been touching her like I want to touch her? Fury has my blood boiling, causing a deep-seated cavern of vengeance to grow, and I fucking hate the feeling. It’s like I’m losing control.
Throwing the sheets off me, I check the time—11:56 p.m. The house is silent as I head down the stairs to grab a bottle of water, and when I step into the kitchen, my blood stills and my tongue thickens. Hell, I almost choke on it.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
Not being able to sleep because I’m back in this hellhole has its advantages, and one of those advantages is, it appears, my sweet little stepsister can’t sleep either.
She’s bent over with her head inside the refrigerator, her slinky sleep shorts exposing the globes of her ass to me and begging for me to slap them and leave a mark behind.
I adjust my cock in my joggers—the head still peeking out of the waistband, eager to get in on the action—while watching Summer in fascination as she makes a sweet little sound that tells me she’s drinking something.
Fuck, she’d sound hot with my hand wrapped around her throat while she chokes on my cock and tries to guzzle down my cum.
A glistening bead of pre-cum oozes at the slit of my cock, begging to be licked away by the innocent bombshell currently releasing the cool air into the kitchen. I bet her little nipples are all pointed.
Unable to help myself, a hungry growl rattles in my throat, startling her. She spins to face me, spewing what looks like the entire carton of milk from her mouth, down her camisole, and onto the floor at her feet.
She’s stunned to the spot, wide-eyed and dripping and, fuck me, did she ever look so perfect.
“Aren’t you a messy girl?” I croon, stepping around the counter, uncaring if she sees my solid cock, and judging by the way her cheeks heat, I’m betting she has.
“I was looking for dark chocolate,” she says, and my lip twitches at her explanation.
Unable to help myself, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her closer to me to trail my tongue down the column of her neck and over her chest.
“I think I’d rather taste your milk,” I growl.
Her breath hitches at the contact, and her toes curl. So fucking beautiful. My mouth waters for a taste of the forbidden. Just a taste.
For one night.
She bats her lashes, her stunned reaction an aphrodisiac, and before I can stop myself, I admit my thoughts.
“You look fucking beautiful covered in milk, sweetheart.” I relish the whimper leaving her lips. I can’t help myself as I deliver a long, slow lick over the spilled milk dripping down her chest and disappearing into the low neckline of her camisole. “Let me lick you clean, precious girl.”
She tilts her head, as if giving me approval, but I wasn’t asking for it.
Moving a strap off her shoulder, one after the other, her top falls to her waist, giving me access to her pert little tits.
Her nipples are pulled tight for the taking.
My mouth waters and my cock throbs. “Fuck, look at you.” I blow over her nipples, loving the way goosebumps break out over her exposed skin.
“Please,” she pants, and her hand finds the back of my neck, her fingernails digging in to hold me in place.
“Who do you want, little Innocent Angel? Saintly or Sinner?” I smirk against her silky skin.
“Oh god.” She moans when my tongue laps at her nipple. “Sinner. I want Sinner. I want you, Mase.”
My chest expands with pride. She wants me.
“Do you want me to lick at your sweet little tits, sister?” I rasp. “Do you want me to clean up your mess?”
“Ye-yes.”
I hold one of her tits in the palm of my hand and squeeze, stroking over the tip of her nipple while my tongue works over the other.
“Fuck, you’d look so damn beautiful feeding me.
” My tongue ravishes her with each stroke.
The thought of her full of my baby and her gifting me milk has me feeling feral. “So damn pretty producing milk for me.”
“Ahh …” Her body tightens when I tug her nipple into my mouth and suck. Then I release it and gently lick over the tip.
“I’d fucking bathe in your milk, Summer.” She pushes my head against her harder.
“I want that.”
“Are you going to make milk for me, sweetheart?” I deliver smoothly, my cock weeping in appreciation.
“Ye-yes.”
I love the fact that she’s embracing my kink, having never realized I had this one until now. Now all I see is my girl pumping her milk from her heavy tit while I open my mouth and wait for a stream of her warmth to splash against my tongue.
“Fuck, Summer, you’re so damn perfect.” I grunt, my cock leaking ropes of pre-cum against the waistband of my sweatpants, leaving a sticky patch on my abs.
“Mase, I think, I think I’m going to …” Her mouth falls open as she stares down at me, her nails biting harder, and my lips suckle while I give myself over to the dream of her being the one to provide the milk for me.
Hot. As. Fuck.
The moment her body relaxes, she steps back, and I miss the feel of her tit. Annoyance rumbles inside me, but when she lowers to the floor, for the second time tonight, I almost choke on my tongue.
Kneeling in a puddle of spilled milk is my sweet girl.
My sister.
“I want some too.”
Holy fucking shitballs.
I scramble to lower my sweatpants, my cock springing out and bounces back hitting my abs in the process. “You need fed too, beautiful?”
She licks her lips and nods.
“Open that mouth. Let me fill your mouth with my milk, Summer.”
“Oh god,” she whines, but proceeds to part her lips.
“You need a drink? Let me stuff those sweet lips for you.”
Her hair sways as she nods her agreement, and I have a deep-seated desire that needs to be sated. I want to mess my little sister up.
With her mouth open, I loom above her, fisting my cock as I pump it up and down ferociously. A wave of heat licks up my spine, pure, unadulterated bliss filling my bloodstream.
“Such a good girl for her stepbrother.”
Her pupils flare as her tongue stretches out of her mouth, giving me no choice but to swipe the tip along it, delivering her with a stream of pre-cum, which drips off her tongue and down her chin. Such a beautiful sight. Such a beautiful mess.
My hand works quicker, and my balls draw up. “Oh, fuck.” I grunt at the sound of my skin slapping against my thick length. “Let me give you your milk now, sweetheart. Be a good girl for me and open wide.” Faster and faster my fist pumps. “Let me feed those little pouty lips.”
The first spurt of my cum hits her tongue; it’s thick and white, hot and heavy. The next splashes over her face, then I aim for her blonde locks, over her chin, and finally over her beautiful tits.
Jesus, how the hell have I come so much?
“Do you like it?” I ask, pulling back, and use my knuckles to trace down her perfect face. She ducks her head submissively. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Summer.”
She closes her eyes, and her chest rises with short, shallow intakes of air. I use this moment to take a step back, unwilling to be drawn in by the way she makes me feel, and worse, the way she makes me unravel like never before.