4
Asher
It doesn’t matter how much time passes, Rhea will always get under my skin.
She walks around with my father’s last name without any of the guilt she should carry, daring to act confused about the fact that the sight of her kills me.
Her mom killed my dad. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised she’s slowly doing the same to me, but I’d be lying if I said she didn’t do other things to me as well. She rocks her faded pink hair better than any other bitch out there, and those blue eyes fucking call to me — bait me — and I willingly bite every fucking time.
It’s infuriating.
I met her when I was fifteen years old and had every internal and external reaction to how beautiful she was. I wanted to be close to her, to know her — not as my stepsister, but as another human living in this shitty world alongside me. I was angry when my dad sat me down for the talk, the one that deemed her off limits in any way that wasn’t familial. I didn’t even know how to be around her anymore.
So I pushed her away, and when I looked into their past and saw what happened to her father, I tried to warn him. He didn’t believe me and she denied it to protect the fucking Black Widow, so again, I pushed the people closest to me away.
I felt so alone I became distant and angry, and the only person to claw through my darkness was Manson. He didn’t let me pull away from him, and I’ll forever thank him for it. We may not live on the straight and narrow, but I don’t know who I would have become if it wasn’t for him.
Or if I’d even be alive right now.
“You’re doing it again,” he says quietly. “Come back to me.”
Fuck.
I love the guy, but sometimes it’s really inconvenient when your best friend can practically read your mind. “You think she’s asleep?”
“Probably. She’s strong, but not that strong. I might have slipped a little something in her drink.”
My gaze snaps to his to see how serious he is, and what I find there has me biting back a grin. “Yeah? Good thing she never got around to that lock.”
“I didn’t give her enough to knock her out completely, just enough to make her too drowsy to fight it.“ His hazel eyes almost glow in the low light as he spreads his legs. “Are you ready?”
I can’t help but adjust myself in anticipation. “Been ready. It’s time I take something from her that she can’t take back.”
“Do you still want me to film it?”
“Every fucking second. You still want to join?”
I think of how pliant she’ll be when she’s sleeping, what it’ll feel like when both of our cocks stretch her pussy. Fuck, I’m fully hard now.
But there’s hesitation lining his face. He’s always been fucking soft with her when he thinks I’m not looking, so I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s having second thoughts. She didn’t do to him what she did to me. “I figured you’d want her to yourself the first time, but I won’t say no. I can’t.”
There he is. I pointedly glance down at the bulge in his sweats, grinning at him. “I can tell. I definitely want her first, but I don’t know... feels right if we both breed her, doesn’t it?”
“There’s nothing right about any of this, Ash. But fuck, it’ll feel good.”
Right or wrong, we deserve to feel good when we can.
With the lives we lead, we may not even see tomorrow. What we do for a living is dangerous and violent, so it’s best we grab hold of the things we can, even if that means taking advantage of people. We’d never burn each other, but we’d be side by side lighting the match on the rest of the world if we had to.
Rhea wouldn’t understand that level of loyalty if it bit her in the ass. Hell, maybe I’ll do that just because. I’ve been wanting to bite her for as long as I can remember.
“The fuck is taking so long?”
Standing up, I move closer to the hallway to listen for any noise as I adjust my raging hard on.
“I don’t know. We stressed her the fuck out, it’s hotter than hell in her room, and we know she went to sleep horny. It’ll happen, Ash. Just give her time.”
I’ve waited too fucking long for this.
It takes everything not to barge in her room and just fucking take her. I need release, and I know the only way I’ll get what I need is by unloading everything on her. I just have to find some goddamn patience.
––––––––
I’ve all but given up by the time we hear anything at all. Both of our dicks are fast asleep now as we watch some show neither of us are really paying attention to, but I swear I feel mine jerk awake a second before her door opens. Almost as if it sensed her coming.
Clicking the tv off, we sit up a little straighter when we spot her coming out. I’ve only been present for one of her episodes before — and back then, we thought she was just sleepwalking — but I’ll never forget the way her eyes looked. Cold, distant, unseeing. Like she was here, but not here at all.
I see the same thing in them as she walks across the room without a word.
Manson has his camera open before she reaches the couch, the phone following her every movement as she sits down right next to me. I don’t hesitate to reach out and ghost my fingers along her hip.
It’s easy to push my emotions aside when she’s like this, because her gaze no longer resembles her mother’s.
She’s just... Rhea.
“What were you watching?” she asks. “I heard noises.”
“You sure she’s asleep?”
“Yeah, she talks a lot even asleep,” I mutter over, then turn back toward her. “We were watching Friday the 13th. Waiting for you.”
“For me?” she asks, an innocence in her voice that isn’t there normally. Fuck, I wish she was like this all the time. “Why me?”
She’s showing me a different side to her, so it feels safe to do the same. “Why wouldn’t we? You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I just have to remember that Manson’s recording.
“Can you help me, then?” She shifts, turning toward me and reaching out to touch my thigh. “I need help.”
“Yeah?” My dick already knows what she means, but I can pretend I don’t as I spread my legs more for her. “Tell us what you need, pet.”
Her movements are suddenly frenzied and uncoordinated as she reaches down to pull me out, but the way her tongue feels as she licks up my shaft for the first time makes me groan. “Oh fuck,” I mumble as it hits me this is really happening. Sure I’ve imagined it a million different ways, but none of it compared to how desperate she is right now as she sucks the head of my cock between her lips. “This is what your mouth was made for, pet.”
“Move her head a little, I don’t have a good angle.”
I tug her to the side by her hair and thrust up further, making her gag. She fights against my grip to fuck her own throat on my cock, and her eagerness has me fucking growling. “Do you see this?”
With her hair in my fist, I fuck up into her throat so he can hear what I’m doing to her, making her gurgle, making her choke. Her eyes roll as I bury myself deep and hold her there until she’s struggling to get air through her nose, and even then, the only reason I let up is because I don’t want her to wake up.
After tossing my shirt aside, I tug her off and begin to undress her faster than I’d like to. I have no idea how much time we have before the episode ends.
I’m shocked to see a tiny little tattoo of a dragon right between her tits, and it distracts me enough that I reach out to slide a finger down it.
Manson’s the tattooed one out of us. All I have is a small switchblade on my chest in memory of my dad, but I can’t think about him right now. I’m too close to finally sinking inside of her and breaking the promise I made not to.
Her nipples are so perfect I almost forget all of the lingering hatred inside of me and lean in to suck them, but I stop myself and simply rip off her panties instead. “Get over here.”
Without waiting, I grab her hips and yank her onto my lap, my fingers slipping along her clit with ease when I touch it for the first time.
She’s fucking soaked. I knew this little whore would be dying for it.
“Show me her face,” Manson growls. “Let me catch her expression when her big brother splits her in half.”
I grip her chin and turn her face toward him as my other hand grips my cock to line up with her dripping pussy. “So fucking wet she doesn’t even need foreplay. Little slut’s been dying for my dick.”
I can’t wait any longer.
I sink inside of her with my next breath, her pussy clamping down as she adjusts to my size, and I swear it’s better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.
Probably because I usually use condoms.
“Oh god,” she moans, fingers curling around the back of my neck as she stares straight into the camera and bounces.
I can practically see the tears she’ll cry when we show her.
I’ll have to make him cut the beginning when I said something nice, but aside from that, I can’t wait to watch every emotion cross her face when she watches it.
It makes my dick pulse and my hips snap to bury myself even deeper. “This what you need, Sleeping Slut?”
“Yes. Harder,” she gasps, riding me like she’ll die without it. Just like I knew she would. “Please.”
I make sure I’ll leave marks with how hard I dig my fingers into her hips, and then immediately start pounding into her. “Fuck, she’s so tight, Manson.”
He stands, moving next to us as he points the camera in her face then pans down her body. “How desperate are you, pet? Is one not enough?”
She doesn’t react much until he pulls his cock out, and I have to hold her hips in place as she leans over to suck him in. The way her pussy clenches is fucking sin, and I lean in to tug her closer to him by her hair for more. “Suck him good, Rhea. Manson’s been good to you.”
“Fuuck,” he groans, holding the camera steady as I work her on his cock. “Not so bratty now, is she?”
Rhea chokes, squirming so fucking perfectly on my lap that I almost blow. To distract myself, I reach under to stuff two fingers inside her to stretch her more. “Think she can take both in this greedy little pussy?”
“Not a chance, but let’s make her do it anyway.” His fingers join mine as he pulls out of her mouth, leaving her to chase something that isn’t there. It’s obvious from the way she pulls up that she’s trying to get away, so I shove her right back down on my dick and then lean in to bite her throat as punishment. “Don’t run, pet.”
“I can’t,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck as Manson adds a third finger. “I can’t.”
He fumbles to keep his phone steady as he signals for me to pull my hand back, making room for him to slide the tip of his cock up my shaft. He spits on it, but it’s still not quite enough to make it easy.
“Go grab the lube,” I mutter, fucking her slow and deep as he props the camera up for us and rushes to grab it. When he comes back, I can tell he’s already added enough to get the job done, and I fucking grin when I feel the head of his cock slide inside with mine. “Breathe, pet.”
She screams instead, and I can’t fucking believe she doesn’t wake up. By the time he’s halfway inside her it’s so tight I can barely breathe, but Manson keeps rutting deeper until she’s shaking with watery eyes.
“This is where you were always meant to be, Rhea Ellis. Right here between Manson and me with tears staining that pretty little face.”
I sit still with a grip on her so he can do the fucking, his moans making me leak, and I realize then I don’t give a fuck if she wakes up. I still won’t stop.
I don’t know what the hell that makes me.
Probably no worse than someone who would do this to her when she can’t say no.
“Fuck, she’s bleeding,” he hisses, but his pupils blow at the sight as he watches us split her open. “You need this, Rhea. You need us. Don’t you?”
Her face nuzzles into my neck as she whimpers, but I need to hear her say it.
Fisting her hair, I pull her head back sharply so she lets out a little cry. “Say you fucking need this.”
“I need it!” she pleads. “I— need you.”
Her unfocused eyes roll as my hand shoots out to wrap around her throat, and the way she clenches has me nearing the edge. “Fuck her faster, Manson. Make sure she knows exactly what happened the second she wakes up tomorrow.”
Bending further, he braces his knees on the front of the couch and grips her hips to hold her steady. “Oh, she’ll know. Pretty little whore’s gonna wake up with cum dripping down her thighs. Fill her first, Ash. You know how much I love fucking your cum deeper into a tight little pussy.”
I almost growl at him to shut the fuck up because I don’t want it to end, but he knows me too well. I’m sure he can feel how close I am to coming, and knowing how much he loves fucking my cum only pushes me over the edge further. Probably because I love it too. I love feeling what it does to him and how fast he gets there right behind me.
Pulling her in, I clamp my teeth down on her shoulder as I come, and for the briefest second I don’t feel angry at anyone. It’s fucking strange... and it’s also gone before I can enjoy it. “Fucking take it,” I grumble. “Fill her up, Manson. Sleeping Slut needs more.”
He shudders as she becomes so wet, it’s hard to stay inside her. Barely pulling out at all, he ruts up against her ass, milking every fucking drop out of me as his legs shake and he meets my eyes. “She’s ours now, right? For good?”
Before I can even think of what I’m saying, my head is nodding without any trace of doubt. “Fuck yeah. We’ll chain her here if we have to. She’s fucking ours.”
“Ours.” The peace that flashes over his face only cements it. He needs her, this. And I’d do fucking anything for him.
Feeling his cock pulse as he makes an absolute mess of my sleeping little sister has my cock twitching desperately for a round two, but I think this is as much as this girl can handle tonight.
She’s practically putty as we shut the recording off and maneuver her back into her room, but after we plop her on top of the comforter, I block Manson from cleaning her up. “Let her wake up like this. She’ll be sore, but I want her to know our cum is leaking out of her.”
“She’ll hate us for this,” he comments. “More than she already does, I mean.”
I frown down at her for a long moment and ponder his words. Yeah, he’s right. She’ll hate us more than she already does, but I couldn’t give two shits about it. “Then she can hate us. Won’t change a thing.”
“I think it changes everything.” Shrugging, he flips off her light and leaves me there brooding in the dark, because once again he’s not wrong.
I just can’t figure out why I’m looking forward to it.