Chapter 5 - Rowen
Avery was still gasping, still shaking when I untied her wrists.
I loved it when she was like this—speechless, lips swollen, cheeks red, thighs still twitching from the orgasms I dragged out of her.
I was about to flip her over, fuck her from behind, when she quietly whispered, “Can I touch you?”
One of my eyebrows raised. “You can always touch me.” I grabbed her hands and slid them up under my shirt, letting her touch me, wondering if she could feel the way my heart pounded in my chest just for her.
While her hands explored my abs, I pulled my shirt over my head.
“You can touch me all you want while I fuck you.”
She shook her head. “I want to…try something.”
“What’s that?” I pressed a kiss to her nose.
Her cheeks flushed pink, and she bit her lip before her eyes trailed down to my…
Oh. OH!
“You want to suck me off?” I asked teasingly.
She smacked my shoulder weakly, her whole face turning red. “Don’t say it like that.”
“It’s so cute when you act all innocent. Kinda fits the image, right? Sweet little stepsister on her knees for her depraved and corrupted stepbrother.”
Her breath hitched, and for a split second, I thought I might’ve taken it too far for her, but then she reached up and grabbed the hem of my jeans, working to unbutton them.
“Fuck, Av. Are you sure?” I asked, getting up and removing my pants and boxers for her.
She nodded and got off the bed to kneel in front of me. Her hands trembled as she reached for my cock, already twitching at the thought of her lips wrapped around it.
Her fingers curled around me, hesitant but warm, and I watched in awe as her lips wrapped around the head. I hissed through my teeth when she descended a few inches.
Her eyes flicked up, wide and nervous.
“You’re doing so good,” I murmured, brushing her hair back. “Keep doing that.”
She kept going, even though it was awkward and messy. It felt so fucking good. She was trying to please me—not because I was forcing her, but because she genuinely wanted to.
I gritted my teeth, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked a little harder, her eyebrows knitting together in focus.
Her mouth was so warm and wet. I’d fucked it before, but I’d never had it soft and willing like this. It was heavenly, easily the best blowjob I’d ever had, all because it was her.
Avery was sexy, by far the most stunning woman in the universe. She could’ve worn a potato sack and not washed her hair for weeks, and I’d still be hard as a rock just looking at her.
Which was why I was about to come down her throat like a teenage boy, mere minutes into being touched.
“Slow down,” I told her when I felt my thighs tighten.
She didn’t.
“Avery…” I warned, my voice tightening.
She still didn’t stop, so I grabbed her hair and dragged her mouth off me with a pop. My free hand took over, stroking my cock, nearly at the finish line already.
“I don’t want my cum disappearing down that pretty little throat when there’s such a beautiful canvas to paint with it,” I said, looming over her.
“What do you—”
“I’m going to show you who you belong to, Av. Mark you as mine so you don’t forget it.”
She didn’t answer, but she didn’t fight me either. My little stepsister sat there, obediently, as I painted her with my cum, groaning while the white strands fell onto her chest. Once I was done, I leaned down, pressing a kiss to her temple.
She started to stand, but I wagged my finger at her. “Not so fast. I’m not finished with you.”
She watched me with careful eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her teeth trapping her bottom lip between them. I lowered to my knees in front of her, still towering over her. My fingers pinched her chin, making her look at me so I could lean in and kiss her.
She hissed when I sucked her bottom lip between my teeth and bit down. I didn’t stop until the metallic tang of her exploded on my tongue.
“Fuck, Av,” I groaned as I leaned back. “Even your goddamn blood tastes like heaven.”
She whimpered—music to my ears—and swiped her tongue over her wound.
I ran two fingers across her chest, gathering some cum, and lifted them to her mouth.
“Open,” I ordered.
When she did, I ran my fingers over her tongue, spreading my cum, making sure she was coated before shoving them to the back of her throat, gagging her. I pulled back then choked her again, loving the way her hands stayed at her sides and her eyes watered.
Such a good fucking girl—just for me.
I gagged her a third time before letting her close her mouth.
She scrunched up her nose, struggling with the new taste and sensation, but she swallowed my cum down anyway.
Before she could say anything, I stole her mouth again, forcing my tongue inside, tasting her blood and my cum together. She kissed me back, her lips moving with mine, trying to be as forceful as I was, but I dominated the whole thing.
She was panting when I grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her back. I made her stay like that, looking up at me, as I spread the mess over her chest, across her nipples, down her stomach.
“Look at you, Avery,” I taunted. “Covered in your stepbrother’s cum, inside and out, like a dirty whore.” I slid my fingers past her lips again. “Suck them clean.”
She did, keeping her eyes glued to mine the entire time, her mouth vibrating around my fingers as she moaned.
“Does the sweet little stepsister like the taste of her stepbrother’s cum?”
After a moment, she nodded, her lips still wrapped around my fingers.
“There’s no more pretending what we have is wrong,” I told her and then withdrew my fingers so I could tease her lips with mine. “I’m yours, Av, and it’s only a matter of time before you admit you’re falling for me too.”
She blinked, lips parted like she didn’t know what to say.
She didn’t need to.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby,” I said as I helped her to her feet. “I’ll meet you in the bathroom.”
She nodded and moved slowly toward the door.
I took the sheets and cleaned up the mess we’d made as best as I could before putting new sheets on the bed and throwing new blankets on top, ensuring it would be clean and comfy for her after the shower.
When I walked into the bathroom, Avery stood in the middle of it.
“You okay?”
My words seemed to pull her out of a trance, and she blinked when she met my gaze and nodded. “Yeah.” She fiddled with her fingers. “I was just waiting for you.”
At first, I wasn’t sure what to say. Not once had Avery let me shower with her, even though we’d had our parents’ house to ourselves.
I assumed she needed the space and time to process how she was feeling, to process the twisted fact that she was not only fucking but falling for the last person she should’ve been with.
“Let’s get you in there,” I finally said.
After the water warmed, I helped her into the shower.
“Shit!” she exclaimed once she got under the stream. “Why is it so cold?”
I stuck my hand under the water. “It’s warm.”
“Not warm enough,” she remarked.
I couldn’t help but laugh as she turned the hot water up until it was so hot, I felt like I was in a sauna. “Damn, baby,” I teased. “That water is hotter than Hell.”
She laughed and reached for some soap. She froze.
Her soap was in my shower, the sweet vanilla scent that haunted me every day.
I waited, watching as it sank in for her.
“You have my soap already.”
“I do.”
“Did you know I was coming?”
“Well, I was hoping you’d eventually accompany me here, but to be honest, that’s not why I have your soap.”
I fought a laugh as she turned and looked at me, one eyebrow raised, her eyes full of confusion.
“I told you I was obsessed with you, Av,” I clarified, stepping closer to her, making her look up through her lashes at me.
“I love everything about you.” I leaned down, pressing my forehead to hers.
“Even the way you smell drives me goddamn crazy. I couldn’t have you here with me, so I needed the next best thing: to surround myself with reminders of you. ”
“What did the other women think when they spotted the bottle of soap?” she joked. “Did you let them lather themselves up so they’d smell like me?”
I slapped my hands against the wall of the shower, caging her in, our mouths nearly touching, our breaths mingling as the hot water splashed everywhere.
“You’re the first woman I’ve ever brought here, Av,” I confessed. “I never brought anyone here, and even if I had, I never would’ve let them use your soap.”
I ran my fingers into her roots and tugged, crashing my mouth to hers, claiming her fully with my kiss, shoving my tongue past her lips.
She gasped into my mouth as I pushed her against the cool tile, and it had the exact effect I wanted.
She arched her body into mine, pressing her chest against me.
“I love you, Avery,” I said once I pulled away, leaving us both panting. “I love you so fucking much, it physically hurts.”
She started to open her mouth then closed it, and I would’ve been lying if I said it didn’t kill me that she wouldn’t say those words back.
But that was fine.
I’d loved Avery for years. I had time to accept that my heart belonged to my stepsister. She still needed to get used to the idea of us.
Patience wasn’t something I possessed, but I’d wait a whole fucking lifetime to hear her say those three little words.
So, I’d wait until she was ready to tell me how she felt about me, and I already knew it would be worth every agonizing second.