10. Everest #2
“Always such a good girl, huh? So fucking sweet and polite,” I breathe, circling my fingers a little faster, a little harder, memorizing every sound that falls from her lips.
I glance back up to find her watching me with nothing but pure need, her hips pushing against my hand, silently begging for more, and who am I to refuse.
My fingers slide up against the fabric, finding the hem, and then dipping inside and trailing along the smooth expanse of her pussy.
Her soaking wet pussy.
“Mmm, look how wet you are for your brother right now,” I tease, and the words should sicken us both, but instead she moans as my fingers massage her lips.
“Everest, please,” she begs again, her voice shaking, and fuck, I don’t think desperation has ever sounded so fucking sweet.
“What? Shall I make you come?” I ask, sliding my middle finger between her lips and teasing her clit, and she nods rapidly. “Should I finger fuck your pretty little cunt until you’re the one marking me?”
“Yes, yes, please yes,” she cries, and I’m almost certain no one has ever touched her like this before. A thought that almost tips me over the edge, as I press my forehead down to hers.
“You’d come so pretty for me, wouldn’t you, baby?
” My words are spoken with heat, as I hurtle her toward her orgasm.
“Do you want a kiss?” I ask, teasing her clit faster and faster until she is almost ready to explode, and she nods rapidly, desperately, and I lean in even closer, our mouths brushing ever so slightly, before I add, “Then go and kiss Griffin.”
I release her so fast that she almost drops to the floor, her blissed-out, turned-on stare turning dazed and confused, as I back away from her slowly. Then she watches as I sink my finger into my mouth and suck it clean, and it takes everything in me to not groan at the taste of her.
“Stay the fuck away from them, Aurora, I won’t tell you again,” I spit, before storming out.
Once in my room the hand that just almost brought her to orgasm slams into the wall, the skin across my knuckles breaking instantly with the force of it. Fuck. He kissed her, he fucking kissed her, and now I’m going to fucking kill him.
I move straight to my closet, rifling through my drawers until I find a bottle of vodka I stashed there, biting it open with my teeth and spitting the lid to the floor.
I pour a quarter of the bottle down my throat, willing it to numb the anger, as I storm to the bathroom door and lock it.
Only then do I take a breath, ignoring my raging hard-on and going out onto my balcony, tipping back more of the vodka until I can try and forget this whole fucking night.
I’m not sure how long I stay out there, but by the time I stumble back inside, the clock on my nightstand reads 3:24 A.M.. Moving silently to the bathroom, I unlock the door and look inside, her own door is still ajar and I curse.
Why didn’t she lock me out?
When I look into her room I find her sleeping on the edge of her bed, her long legs tangled with the sheets, and her shirt riding up around her waist. The smooth skin of her ass shines bright in that tiny black thong, taunting, tempting.
My swollen hand flexes with the need to touch her as I push quietly into her room.
I haven’t been in here since that last night before I left for college.
When she still looked at me with hope and wonder, instead of confusion and disdain.
When there was still the possibility we could be something other than this, but I know better now.
And I do know better, but I also now know what she tastes like, a fact my cock hasn’t let me forget for the last few hours.
Stepping up to the side of her bed, my eyes trail along the length of her body, tracking every freckle and mark that I’ve had memorized since I was ten.
Before I knew what all of this meant, before I knew she would never be just a sister to me.
My fingers reach out and dust the hair back off her face, and she stirs under my touch, not waking from her drunken slumber, but rolling onto her back and sighing in contentment.
Unfortunately for her, her movements once again reveal the mark that Griffin left on her neck, and any efforts at escaping my anger disappear entirely. He marked her, he marked my fucking property after he swore he would never touch her, and worse? She fucking let him.
My hand once again trails around her throat, my thumb brushing against her mouth and imagining a thousand ways to kill him, as I envision her swollen lips.
My cock is hard and aching in my slacks, and she doesn’t help when she exhales heavily, her hot breath teasing my thumb with sordid thoughts of her wicked mouth wrapped around me.
Would she be hesitant? Soft? Or would she let me take the lead and fuck every trace of him from her lips?
The thought has me leaking precum, and I can’t wait any longer.
I unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants, reaching inside to grip my thick, steel length, pulling it out and stroking it firmly.
I groan deeply as my thumb swipes across the head, spreading precum down my shaft before jacking myself roughly.
My eyes dance down to the satin scrap of fabric covering her pussy, and my free hand trails down her body until I can once again tease the fabric.
I rub quick circles against her clit through the thong, jerking myself hard and fast, as her body begins to respond.
Her chest rises and falls as her heart no doubt starts to race, as excitement and need flows through her sleeping form.
Her body reacts to my every move, her legs spreading for me, even in her unconscious state, and fuck it takes everything in me not to rip the scrap of fabric to the side and plunge my cock into her sweet cunt.
Unable to stop myself, I push the fabric aside, soaking my fingers in her wetness, as I gently tease a finger inside of her, my thumb now circling her clit.
I fuck my fist as I finger fuck her, relishing in the way her body reacts to mine like a fucking magnet.
She was fucking made for me, and I have been denying myself for far too long.
I plunge and circle her cunt until her entire body starts to contract, as I finally allow myself to let her come, and before I can think better of it, I jerk myself to release.
Long ropes of cum stain her stomach, pussy, and thighs, and I don’t stop until every last drop has been jerked from my cock and onto her.
If she likes being marked so much, then she is going to be marked by me, and my friend is going to find out exactly what happens when you touch something that I’d already told him was mine.
If you play with fire, then prepare to get fucking burned.