Chapter 20 #2
“Unlock it. Are you sharing your location with him?”
I wouldn’t put it past Jerry to help Justin plant a tracking device in her phone. Being in a secret society like the Exiled means you—including your family—forfeit privacy. If you don’t want people to watch you take a shit, you have to get creative with finding the bugs.
“I’m not sharing my location with anyone.” She hesitantly taps in the passcode.
Right before she can pluck the phone from my hand, I snatch it back and search through her settings for the Share Location feature.
I’m surprised when I find the option toggled off, but also relieved I don’t have to deal with her fiancé tonight.
He’ll enjoy a bloody face and broken fingers if I don’t end up killing him.
That’s if he makes it here without running into some trouble, but since there are cameras littered all over the neighborhood, I’d know the second he entered this part of town.
“You didn’t give him the address, did you?” I search through the rest of her settings. I look for any signs someone added a tracking app or bug without her knowing.
“How would I give him that information if I don’t know it myself?” Madison snatches the phone out of my hand and holds it against her chest.
I raise an eyebrow. It’s a guilty move, but I know it’s because of what she has hidden in her photo album and not so much to do with Justin.
I put on a show so she doesn’t catch on that I know about her second life. “Are you lying?”
Madison doesn’t disappoint as she squirms and averts her gaze. She shakes her head. “Aren’t you concerned about Justin coming here?”
I scoff. “No.”
“What if Dad told him where you live?” She turns back to me with the cutest pout I want to kiss. My cock twitches at the thought, and the embers of lust from earlier catch fire, burning out the momentary irritation Madison’s fiancé has a knack for creating.
“Jerry doesn’t know where I live,” I say. The all-consuming anger doesn’t come whenever I think about my stepfather. All I can focus on is how badly I want to strip her out of her clothes and sink deep inside her.
Madison’s lips part like she’s about to ask another question, but then she rethinks it and closes her mouth. The wheels in her mind turn as she considers her next words.
“Why aren’t you freaking out?” she says softly.
I lean forward until our noses brush. My hands slip over the swells of her ass, and I smirk at her gasp. “You think your fiancé scares me, little sister? I had to learn how to fight when I was ten. If anyone should be scared, it’s Justin, because he won’t leave here in one piece.”
Madison swallows hard, and I watch as everything clicks in her mind.
She witnessed a lot of what her friends put me through.
How Mickey and his goons beat me up but never walked away without far worse injuries than I received.
Whatever Justin plans on doing to me to get to Madison won’t be any different from Mickey.
I lean to the side to brush my lips against Madison’s ear. She whimpers as I slip my hands beneath her to cup her ass.
“I told you not to come into my room,” I whisper.
“I’m sorry,” she breathes.
Leaning back, I watch her face as I thrust my straining erection against her pussy, forcing her to feel what she does to me.
Pink creeps to her cheeks. “What are you doing?”
I rock her hips against me, testing her reaction to such a bold move, and she doesn’t disappoint. Her pupils expand, and she moves with me, slow and gentle.
“You interrupted my alone time, sis,” I say. “It’s only right you make it up to me.”
Madison’s hand trembles around her phone. “We can’t do this.”
“Why?” I raise an eyebrow. “Because you’re engaged?”
“Because you’re my brother. Isn’t that a good enough reason?”
“It doesn’t count if there’s no penetration.” I pop the button on her jeans and drag the zipper down before peeling off her pants. “You have five seconds to leave. If you’re not out of here by the time I get to one, I’ll have you naked and grinding on my cock.”
It’ll only buy her more time before I claim her. I enjoy rough play and even some dubious consent. Hell, even consensual non-consent. But Madison looks seconds away from passing out or having another panic attack. I like my women willing, not frozen in fear.
“Five,” I say.
Madison swallows. With furrowed brows, she peeks over her shoulder at the open door. She could leave at any second, and I wouldn’t chase her. Not this time.
“Four.”
She lowers her hand from her chest and drops her phone to the bed. “No penetration, right?”
“Just grinding. Three.”
“No one will know about this?”
I shake my head. “It’ll be our little secret. Two.”
Madison eases off my lap and lowers her panties. My cock jerks as I stare at the triangle of pubic hair above her perfect pussy. The rest is bare. I ease her shirt over her head to join the rest of her clothes before I pull her onto my lap.
“Fuck,” I grind out as I palm her supple breasts. They spill out from all sides from the rough groping.
Madison lets out a needy sound as I pinch her pierced nipples. “You didn’t say anything about feeling me up.”
“That comes with the territory.” I lean forward and capture a pierced nipple in my mouth.
Her soft moan shoots straight to my groin, pushing me closer to my orgasm without even having to touch myself.
“Move the blanket,” I say between sucking and biting her nipple.
“Slide your pussy up and down on my cock and get it nice and wet.”
Madison shoves the blanket to the side, freeing my erection, and with awkward, nervous movements, she straddles my lap. A groan works itself out of me as her pussy rubs against the underside of my dick.
“This doesn’t feel weird to you?” she whispers.
I unlatch my mouth from her nipple and snake an arm around her lower back while I move with her. My lips trail along her jaw, and she drops her head to the side, giving me more access to her throat that I cover in wet kisses. “Quite the contrary.”
She pants and rocks faster. In this position, she can only rub against the base of my shaft. I lie back, bringing her with me so she’s bent above me while bucking her hips faster.
“Just like that,” I growl.
Madison shivers and buries her face in my hair. She takes a deep breath, and the same odd feeling from earlier returns to my chest. I love how she breathes me into her lungs, as though she can’t get enough of me, like how I can’t ever get enough of her.
Years of fantasizing about being with my stepsister can’t touch what’s happening right now. I’ve imagined all the ways I’d fuck her, how I’d mark her pretty skin so the world could see she belongs to me, but none of what I imagined can compare to the real deal.
I shudder as Madison tangles her fingers in my hair and fists strands until she’s nearly pulling them out by the root. My cock thickens and my balls draw up tight as my orgasm builds. I hold it back, but it’s hard to do when my sister moves with me, so eager to please.
The girl can act innocent all she wants, but we both know the truth. She’s a freak like me. I just wonder how deep her kinks go. Clearly, she’s into anal. Also pain. Those piercings don’t lie, and how she reacted when I spanked her didn’t either.
“Are you on the pill?” A shiver runs through me as I hold back the orgasm. I should have asked her this before starting, but I was too eager to feel her wet pussy.
Her face turns a brighter red, and she gives me the doe-eyed look that drives me wild. She shakes her head, her mouth forming words that die on her tongue.
I don’t stop her from grinding as I awkwardly dig through my nightstand’s drawer for a condom. After finding one, I rip open the foil packet with my teeth, then stop her movements before I roll the rubber down my shaft. I hiss as it stretches over my skin and strangles my dick.
“Fuck,” I growl. “I forgot these are too small.”
It’s been too long since I’ve needed to use these condoms. I stole them from the drugstore my senior year in high school without looking at the sizes. The store associate was busy stocking the same aisle as the condoms, and I didn’t have time to pretend I was shopping.
Madison’s gaze dips to my cock as I force the last inch over the base of my shaft. I grit my teeth as the rubber ring cuts off the circulation. She bites her bottom lip, the wheels turning in her mind.
I stroke my shaft once, and that’s all it takes for the condom to rip from the base to the tip. Pieces wilt and dangle from the rubber ring still choking my dick.
Madison’s eyes widen. “Screw it.”
My shoulders tighten, and my spine straightens. “Screw it?”
She meets my gaze. “I don’t care about a condom.”
My heart pounds against my chest. “You want me to fuck you raw?”
“We’re not fucking. Just grinding.” She reaches between us and peels the broken condom off me, her movements jerky and unsure. My eyes slide closed as she strokes my dick, her thumb swiping over the head to smear the bead of pre-cum.
I shudder as her strokes become surer and faster. My balls draw up, and heat coils low in my stomach and at the base of my spine. I catch her wrist, stopping her from jerking me off. Two more strokes and I would have come.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, doll.”
I’ve never done anything with a woman bareback. The idea of a fling winding up pregnant always made me feel sick. Even with my breeding kink—which I’ve never acted upon—I kept my shit wrapped. I don’t need a mini-me running around, tying me to a woman I have no feelings for.
But if Madison?—
“It’s not like I’ll get pregnant,” she whispers.
My head drops backward, and I groan at the thought of Madison heavy with my child.
Yup. I still have a breeding kink, but it’s ten times worse with it being my sister.
I kiss her throat and mumble, “We’ll see about that.”
“Wh-what?”
Ignoring her startled question, I turn my head and brush kisses along her jaw, trailing closer to her lips. Madison loses her rhythm, startled as I kiss the corner of her mouth.
“Make yourself come,” I whisper.
Madison holds her head as still as a statue. A tiny smile tugs at my lips at her nervousness. If she wants a kiss, she’ll need to do it herself. Until then, I’ll tease her until she can’t take it anymore. The win will feel that much sweeter if she isn’t forced.
“I don’t know if I can,” she breathes.
My eyebrows rise. “What’s stopping you?”
She bucks her hips faster against me, desperate to come but clearly unable to.
Her breasts thrust against my chest with each roll of our hips.
A delicious appetizer for what it’ll feel like when they bounce against me while I mindlessly fuck her.
Because make no mistake, it’ll happen. Soon, at that.
I cup the back of her head. “What do you need?”
She bites her bottom lip and squeezes her eyes shut.
“Eyes on me, doll. Tell me what you need to come.” I fist her hair and yank.
Madison yelps, her eyes flying open to meet mine. “It’s fucked up.”
“Nothing’s too fucked up for me.”
She bites her bottom lip and averts her gaze before returning it to my face. “Call me your sister. Remind me you’re my big brother and how good I make you feel.”
That’s when I snap and lose control.