3. Big Brother
Chapter three
Big Brother
Peyton
I’m so annoyed he didn’t tell me he was starting the party early, and I missed everything. Sometimes he really annoys the shit out of me . He leads me from her room and I slam him up against the wall by the front door but he pushes me away with a smirk.
“You need something, little sister?” He says, arching a brow as his honey hazel eyes twinkle with mischief. I don’t respond. Instead, I lift my tank over my head and slide my boy shorts down my legs, kicking them in his direction. He picks them up and brings the cotton to his nose, inhaling deeply. “Damn, you smell divine. Tell me what you need,” he says, sliding the cotton into his basketball shorts, stroking himself with it as he leans against the wall. Why, after all these years of this game we play, does this man make my fucking pussy weep for him?
“You, Ash, but I need her too.” I confess. The corner of his mouth lifts a little, but his eyes burn with lust and hope that we can bring her into our dynamic.
“Show me how wet you are,” he commands, and I slide my fingers down my stomach, between my legs, and into my soaked cunt, spreading my arousal over my lips and aching clit.
“You’re soaked, huh, baby?” He smirks, stalking over to me and pushing my ass against the fridge. He pulls his shorts down and lifts one of my legs around his waist before he sinks so fucking slowly into me, groaning at the sensation. “Always so tight,” he pants while milking my walls, causing my pussy to flood his cock. Sometimes I love slow and tender with him, but other times, I need rough and painful.
Running my nails down his back, I tighten around his length, gripping his ass cheeks, pulling him deeper into me. I throw my head back against the fridge and let out a deep moan as he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard and releasing it with a pop. He rolls his hips, grinding into me and hitting my clit in the most perfect way possible, causing my body to shiver as my orgasm hits like a freight train. I cover my screams by sinking my teeth into his shoulder, and he growls.
“That’s it, little sister. Tighten that cunt around my cock. Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he groans, slamming into me harder and harder, causing my pussy to flutter once more. His hand immediately slams over my mouth as I scream through my release. He keeps his hand there as he pounds his cock relentlessly into my swollen cunt until he lets go of my face, pulling out and nutting on my stomach. I close my eyes for a second, trying to catch my heaving breath, but he doesn’t give me a second to gather myself. He runs his fingers through his mess and rubs it on my clit.
“Please, I can’t. I’m too sensitive,” I cry out.
“You can, and you will,” he spits, covering my mouth again as he forces another orgasm from my body. He’s such a fucking prick. I shove him away, and he laughs as I look at him with narrowed eyes.
“One day, I’m going to do that to you and we will see how much you like it,” I fire back, and he laughs even harder.
“Shut up, you fucking loved it.” He smirks, licking his fingers clean. Fuck this. I stalk off to my room, leaving my mess in the kitchen as I shut the door and lock it. I stomp over to my bed and get under the covers. Fuck putting clothes back on. We have been playing this game for years, his father married my cunt of a mother about ten years ago. At first, we hated one another, but once we started high school, there was a party and we accidentally slept together and never stopped since that day.
Sitting on Tony’s bed in the dark, I think about the shit I just saw a few rooms down. My boyfriend Tyler, of eleven months, fucking the head cheerleader. I thought we were good, that we were going to wait for prom to finally do it. I guess he had other plans. My heart broke seeing them in bed together. Hearing him moaning and enjoying pleasure from a girl that’s not me. I lay back as the tears fall down my face. The door suddenly creeps open as the room starts to spin slightly. The bed dips, but I don’t say a word. “I don’t know who’s in here with me, but I’m drunk and horny.” He slurs. I giggle as I climb into his lap and he grabs my hips tightly. I fuse my lips to his and an electric current flows through my body. I rock my hips as he pulls me tighter against him. After that, I don’t remember much until the next morning when I wake up completely naked with an ache between my thighs and my fucking step brother, Asher, snoring in my ear.
Rolling over, I huff at the memory as I pick up my phone and scroll through Riley’s socials. She is so fucking beautiful. Anytime we hooked up, I fell for her even more. I was so hurt when she started dating that loser, Jake.
Hopefully we can bring her into our dynamics, because I want her in the worst way possible. My eyes start to drift and sleep takes over with dreams of the girl in the next room, fucking my big brother, while I watch.