Chapter 20
“COME GET HER” RAE SREMMURD
N o matter how long I glare at the ceiling, I still can’t fall asleep.
My erection hasn’t softened since leaving Madison downstairs half an hour ago.
If I close my eyes for even a second, I see her standing in front of me again.
Her breasts are more than a handful. They sag a little low because of the weight, but that weight is what makes them so perfect.
My cock jerks as I think about the silver barbells I desperately wanted to catch between my teeth.
My sister could barely hold it together while I helped her out of the hoodie, and I was bad for feeling her up when I can’t have her. Not yet.
The line between what is right and wrong has blurred over the last twenty-four hours. I thought I could stay away from her. Believed that if I pushed her away for her sake, she would leave me alone and stop tempting me. Instead, her desperation for my attention will be my undoing.
I’m holding on by a thread. Despite claiming her in my thoughts earlier, I’m giving her another chance to stay the fuck away from me before I ruin her.
We’re siblings. It’s fucked up and we both know it, but I couldn’t care less.
She, however, has a lot more to worry about if I ever say fuck it and have my way with her.
Madison is engaged, which means she’s off-limits. The man is an asshole, but she’s still promised to him. The dark and twisted side of me wants to mock him. I could send videos that show me fucking his fiancée, with captions that would get a rise out of him.
This your girl, bro?
Look how well she takes my cock.
I shudder at how satisfying it would be to do something like that, but Madison would never go through with it. No matter how much of a freak she is online, she would draw the line there.
I breathe through my nose as my hand inches toward my dick. My erection tents the thin sheet thrown over my waist as it begs for me to rub one out so I can sleep. My balls tighten as I fist myself at the base, and I swallow a groan as the bite of pain joins with pleasure.
Fuck it. I’ve been fighting this for too long.
With my free hand, I snatch my phone from the nightstand and open Instagram, then type in Madison’s name.
Accounts pull up, but none of them belongs to her.
I try different variations of her name and still come up empty-handed.
Pursing my lips, I tap my finger on the backside of my phone while I try to recall what I saw on her phone.
Goddamn it. The words were blurry, and I didn’t catch her screen name because I was too busy staring at the picture.
Thinking of a different idea, I go to Aiden’s page and search through his followers until I find Nova’s Instagram. After scrolling through the list of people she’s following, I finally find Madison’s account under a pseudonym.
Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my strangled cock as I read the name.
DirtyDoll
It has to be a coincidence. There’s no way she would go by a variation of the pet name I gave her.
I tap her most recent picture. It’s the same one I saw earlier—the pic she posted a few hours ago while I was asleep. Lust and anger ignite my blood until the emotions consume me.
I’m not angry about her doing what she wants with her body. It’s her choice, and I respect that. I’m angry because others got to see her like this before I did. I’m sure a lot of men have now saved that racy picture in their spank-bank album.
I slide down to the next post. It’s just as risqué as the previous one.
She’s wearing a different tiny swimsuit, barely hiding anything, but she’s in the kitchen.
I don’t know how she got away with taking a picture dressed like this when there’s always someone there.
Unless she waited until everyone was gone or asleep.
The next post is different. She’s dressed in a tiny maid uniform, kneeling in front of a full-length mirror in her bedroom.
She paired the outfit with high stockings that reach the tops of her thighs.
This picture doesn’t show much skin, but when I slide to the next, she’s raised the skirt to show off her thick thighs and curvy waist.
I groan as I stroke my dick once while I stare at the bottom half of her face.
She hasn’t shown her face in any of her pictures, but this one teases with a mouth reveal.
She isn’t smiling like a normal person would for a picture.
No. She’s captured her O face—or what she wants everyone to think is her O face.
Her lipstick is smudged, like she just got done sucking a cock, and her lips are parted as though she took the picture mid-moan.
After taking screenshots to save in a private album, I read the caption.
He wanted to show me his thanks for letting him eat his dessert. ;) What a mess he made of the both of us.
Want more? Link in bio ;)
My molars grind together at the mental image of Madison with her fiancé.
Where he’s showing his thanks for letting him eat her pussy, as she so graciously described in her post. Jealousy courses through my veins as I imagine the piece of shit fucking her face right before the picture.
I don’t believe he did, since her lips aren’t swollen.
Maybe he’s small and couldn’t bring that reaction out of her like I would.
But for the sake of my sanity, I tell myself none of what she implied happened.
Curious about what she means by the link in her bio, I check out her profile and tap the link. Options pop up to go to her TikTok, Instagram, and OnlyFans.
Jesus Christ.
She’s not just posting on social media. She’s creating content for a website many people use to upload sex videos and nudes for money.
There’s no way her fiancé knows about this.
Madison isn’t using her real name on her social media or OnlyFans, so it’s safe to assume she doesn’t want him to know.
It could be because he would react horribly to this new information.
Toxic men often feel threatened and inadequate when a woman does sex work.
I click on the OnlyFans link, and it directs me to a funnel page where I can subscribe to see her content. I don’t hesitate as I sign up under a fake name. Once the payment goes through, the paywall drops and I have unlimited access to all of her videos and pictures.
My fingers tighten around my thickened cock, and I bare my teeth from pain and pleasure.
Now that the bout of anger and jealousy has faded, only uninhibited desire remains. Madison willingly posts this type of content, knowing full well people masturbate to it. It would be stupid of me to deny myself the enjoyment.
I choose a random video. Madison kneels in front of the mirror, with soft music playing in the background.
She slowly strips out of the maid outfit while touching herself.
I hiss through my teeth as I stroke my cock, not giving a shit that I didn’t spit in my palm or grab some lotion to use as lube.
She opens her legs and slips her hands between her thighs to tease her pussy.
“Oh, god,” Madison whimpers in the video. “I’m so wet.”
My fist flies faster on my dick, the burning sensation adding to the pleasure. I can’t look away from my phone as my little sister puts on a show. She arches her back, pushing her breasts higher while she fingers herself.
I’d kill to be in the video with her, just so I can shove her onto her back and spread those thick thighs, giving the patron a good view of her pussy before I devour her until she soaks my face with cum.
I edge myself to her video, matching her pace. Right before I come, I stop stroking myself and wait for the orgasm to fade.
“Fuck yes, baby,” I growl as Madison sinks a finger inside her wet pussy.
My breaths come out choppy, matching Madison’s frantic gasps as she pushes herself closer to the edge. Right as she throws her head back and whines in pleasure, my bedroom door flies open. Light from the hallway spills into the dark room, exposing what I’ve been doing in private.
“Fuck!” I exit out of the app, cutting off Madison’s loud moan right as it hits its crescendo. I release my white-knuckle grip on my dick and push myself up with my elbows on the mattress. “What the?—”
“Ryder!” Madison dashes into my bedroom and throws herself onto my bed, right on top of me.
Pain mixes with pleasure and jolts through me until I see stars. My lips pinch together, and I hold back a pained groan. It hurts, but like the sick freak I am, I get even more turned on.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I grab Madison by the arms as she shifts to get off me. I mean to throw her off the bed. Instead, she ends up straddling me, with only the thin sheet between my erection and her pussy.
I clench my jaw and settle my palms on her love handles.
A normal brother would shove her off and tell her to get out until he’s decent, but I never fit in that box.
I hold her in place and shift my hips, swallowing a moan as my cock grinds against her center.
There’s no way she doesn’t feel my erection as she sits here with a terrified?—
Terrified? Why is she afraid?
I sit up and slip my hand over her lower back. “What’s wrong?”
“Justin. My fiancé. He said he’ll see me soon,” she blurts out. Tears shine in her eyes as she looks at me like I’m the hero who will protect her from the rest of the world.
I frown. “Why the fuck did you talk to him?”
“No.” Madison shakes her head and grabs my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin as she gently shakes me. “I didn’t. He’s been calling nonstop and leaving voicemails. We have to go.”
I cock my head and rip my gaze from her face to look for her cell phone.
She’s attached to it, so there’s no way she would leave it downstairs.
The light spilling into the bedroom from the hallway gives enough illumination for me to spot the pink case on the edge of the mattress.
I snatch it and hold the screen toward her.