Chapter 15
“WEST COAST SMOKER” FALL OUT BOY
I storm through the back door. The cold weather doesn’t kill the buzz beneath my skin or soften my painful erection.
The ghost of Madison’s hands on my chest burns just as hot as when she was touching me.
It imprints itself deep into my bones, branding me for the rest of my useless life.
I can’t come close to being disgusted about how much I love it. My fingers curl tighter into fists.
My sickness for my sister is deeper than I first thought.
I pass the covered pool and stomp down the stairs to the shadowed backyard. My heartbeat matches the loud thuds of my feet on the wooden steps.
“Am I not allowed to play with myself, big brother?” Madison’s breathy voice echoes in my head.
It’s not the question itself that’s making me lose all rational thought.
It’s her calling me big brother that almost got her face down on the couch, shorts shoved down to her thick thighs, and my cock ramming into her pussy.
She didn’t know she was playing with fire and was lucky I walked away when I was seconds from ripping her clothes off.
I shove open the bedroom door and kick it shut behind me. My hand moves to my erection from outside of my sweats, and I groan as I rub the heel of my palm against the length. Realizing what I’m doing, I drop my hand and curl my fingers into a tight fist until my knuckles turn white.
If I continue to stroke myself to the thought of Madison, it’ll feed into the disease that is my obsession with her. I may loathe the girl, but I want to hate-fuck her so badly. I want to make her see what she does to me. How she drives me mad and how her own flesh and blood fucked me up for life.
I want to punish her.
If I can’t fuck her, then I’ll chase her away. I’ll make her hate me as much as I hate her. For her own good if not for mine. If I do anything more with Madison than what I’ve already done, Jerry will find out. No ifs, ands, or buts.
I fish my phone out of my pocket and scroll through my contacts until I find Tiffany’s name. I shoot her a quick message. A few seconds pass before she sends back a text.
Tiffany
Hey sexy. ;) I’ve been dying to hear from you. I’ll be over soon.
I send her the address and lock the screen.
Tiffany has been on my dick for months, ever since I ran into her outside of Susana’s while hanging out with my friends.
She made a beeline right to me and flirted like most other girls do when they see a biker.
I wasn’t interested in her, but I still got her number just in case of an emergency. Lo and behold, I now have an emergency.
While I wait for Tiffany, I shower to wash away the memory of Madison’s touch.
I scrub my body with soap until my skin becomes red.
Beads of blood rise to the surface in a few raw areas.
My cock doesn’t soften from the pain; it only gets harder and more demanding.
I mutter a curse and leave the shower. There’s no use scrubbing myself when Madison left her mark on my soul.
I barely dry off before I dress in a different pair of sweats. My phone chimes with an incoming text. I grab it and read the message.
Tiffany
I’m here.
I leave my bedroom and cut through the house. Light from the kitchen bleeds into the living room. I don’t bother checking who woke up while I was with Madison earlier. I keep walking with a mission in mind and meet my sneaky link at the front door.
Tiffany’s eyes light up, and a smile forms on her full lips. “Hey you.”
I grab her hand without a word and tug her inside. The door snicks shut behind her, and I lead her through the house with long strides.
“What are you doing up so early?” Tiffany says.
“Couldn’t sleep,” I say.
After riding with my friends last night, I haven’t been able to shut off my mind. I definitely won’t be able to sleep after the little interaction with my stepsister. Not until I can get rid of this erection.
“Well, it’s a good thing I was already up, huh?” Tiffany giggles.
Without answering her, I lead her out the back door.
“Where are we going?” she says with a nervous hitch in her voice.
Her fear is understandable. She hasn’t been here before, so she doesn’t know my bedroom is in a pool house. For all she knows, she’s being taken to the backyard so that I can murder her and bury her body.
I open the door to the pool house, and Tiffany relaxes as we step into the dimly lit room.
“Wow. This is nice.” She peers around with a pinched expression, clearly not impressed.
I pull out my cell phone and send a quick text message to the girl who’s the reason for me losing my mind.
“So,” Tiffany drawls, and turns to me. She bites her bottom lip and looks at me from head to toe, like I’m a gourmet buffet she wants to consume. “What do you wanna do?”
I toss my cell phone onto the bed before I cup the back of her head. My lips smash against hers, and I swallow her surprised gasp. Tiffany melts into the kiss and winds her arms around my neck. Her lips move with mine, and she shoves her tongue into my mouth.
Tiffany kisses me with the same fervor and need to dominate. She’s sloppy and, honestly, not that great of a kisser. It’s not something I’ll have to worry about after I’m done using her.
But this feels wrong. Of everything I tried to get rid of my erection, this is what’s making me go soft.
Not wanting to waste time, I untangle her arms from my neck. Jesus, the girl is like an octopus with its tentacles wrapped around its next meal. I shove her onto her knees, and Tiffany gasps, a glimmer of fear shining in her darkened green eyes.
I step closer until my erection is directly in her face. “Take my dick out.”
Recovering from her surprise, Tiffany grins and lowers my sweats to my thighs.
My erection springs out, wilting as seconds pass.
It’s embarrassing how it’s softening the longer I look at her.
She doesn’t notice, and if she does, she’s putting on a good show by acting clueless.
Her lips part, and a low moan wells out of her as her fingers circle the middle of my shaft.
“Fuck, you’re huge.” She licks her bottom lip and peeks up at me through her lashes. “I had a feeling you would be.”
I thread my fingers through her bleached-blonde hair, grimacing at how dry the strands are. She licks her lips and watches her fist stroke my cock. I grind my teeth together as it softens even more.
She doesn’t have the right hair color. Her features are sharper and not softened like?—
I groan as Tiffany parts her lips and slips the thick, pierced head inside her mouth.
Her tongue swirls around the tip, then flattens to lick the underside of my shaft as she takes more of me.
She doesn’t gag or pull back for air as I hit the back of her throat.
Instead, she hollows her cheeks and sucks like she’s trying to steal my soul through my dick.
I’m still softening. Any second now, she’ll notice.
A subtle noise catches my attention. I crane my neck as I look at the door. All the blood in my body rushes between my legs, stiffening my cock until it becomes painful. Tiffany notices and moans. She bobs her head up and down with an enthusiasm that wasn’t there seconds ago.
Madison stands in the doorway, her gaze glued to the blonde who’s now deep-throating me. Not even the shadows can hide Madison’s emotions from me. Her dark eyebrows pinch together with her frown. I would kill to know what she’s thinking.
Does she think I’m disgusting? Does she think I’m gross for needing to bring some chick over here to relieve me after my little sister turned me on so much I almost lost control?
Those eyes . . .
Fuck. I love how they’re full of surprise and hurt.
This is what I wanted. I need her to hate me. I need her to know we’ll never be together, and what happened last night was a mistake. She needs to see how cruel I can be. How I can break her, just like what I’m about to do to Tiffany.
Tiffany cups my balls and squeezes. My eyelashes flutter, but I force my eyes to remain open. I don’t want to look away from my little sister. Not when she’s seconds away from crying.
I’m a monster for doing this. A sick freak who shouldn’t breathe anymore. Madison needs to see me for who I am.
“You ready, baby?” I murmur huskily.
Tiffany moans in response, even though I wasn’t talking to her.
Madison’s gaze snaps to my face, her lips parting in surprise.
Oh.
Ohhh.
My little sister was so engrossed in staring at this bitch swallowing my cock that she didn’t notice me watching her this whole time, and I’m so fucked up for finding it exhilarating.
I cup the sides of Tiffany’s head, holding her in place.
Shifting my attention to her, I stare at my thick cock stretching her lips.
Saliva drips down her chin. She pauses and raises her watery gaze to my face, eager for me to take control.
I thrust my hips forward, shoving my dick deeper into her throat.
A smile forms on my lips as she gags. I do it again, going deeper and harder until I’m fucking her face without mercy.
The side of my head tingles from Madison’s stare. I don’t know why she hasn’t run out of the room in tears as I use Tiffany like she’s nothing but a whore.
My balls draw upward, and warmth spreads through my body.
I’m so close, but I worry this won’t be enough.
Madison is within reach. She’s so close I could yank her to me and shove my dick down her throat instead.
I could use her as a doll and cover her face with my cum in a vile display of ownership.
No.
Not ownership. I don’t want to own my sister. That’s not why I’m doing this, goddamn it.
I grit my teeth and pull out of Tiffany’s mouth. She sucks in a ragged breath, then sticks her tongue out, eager for my cum as I stroke my cock. Mascara-stained tears track down her cheeks, and hurt reflects in her eyes.
I didn’t go easy on her. She’s probably not used to being treated this way.
For a moment, I feel sorry for her. Even regret it a little bit because she got pulled into this mess so I could teach my little sister a lesson.
Then I meet Madison’s stare right as I come, and any sympathy I had toward Tiffany goes out the window.
I growl and fist Tiffany’s hair, yanking her head closer as cum jets out in pulses.
Run, little sister. Stay far away from me.
Madison’s chest rises and falls faster with heavy breaths. The hurt in her eyes shifted into something else when I wasn’t paying attention. Her thighs squeeze together and her hard nipples poke against her thin T-shirt.
Goddamn it. Madison’s turned on. This isn’t what I intended, and now that I know she’s enjoying it, I want to spank her all over again. My lips flatten, and I turn back to Tiffany as the last of my load lands on her cheek. I suck in ragged breaths and release my throbbing member.
Tiffany hums in approval and scoops the cum off her cheek, then pops it into her mouth. She keeps her gaze steady on my face and shakily smiles. It’s all an act to feed into my ego. She dislikes confrontation, preferring to fawn rather than run from the danger.
“My turn.” Her voice comes out rough and with a tremor. I mean, it’s a given after I just used her like a Fleshlight.
I fix my sweats and step away from her. “No.”
Her face falls. “What do you mean, no ?”
I check the doorway, expecting Madison to still be there. It’s empty, with no sign of my little sister. I frown and shove the disappointment below the surface.
Tiffany huffs and clambers to her feet. She struggles to find her balance, and I don’t move to help her. The thought of touching her any more than I already did makes my skin crawl.
“So that’s it?” Tiffany growls. “I don’t get to come after you were rough with me? I sucked your dick!”
I keep my expression blank. “I know. I was there.”
She smooths the wrinkles in her pants and shirt. “Whatever. Lose my number.”
I don’t bother moving out of the way as she stomps past me and flings the door open. It slams behind her, and I’m left alone in my bedroom, surrounded by bad memories. What’s one more?
My bed calls my name, promising sleep after I didn’t get any last night. Instead of crashing, I change my clothes and slip on my boots. I’d rather go for a joyride than be here. If I get in a wreck and die because of exhaustion, I don’t care.