Chapter 3
Elijah
Her breathing slows, tits rising and falling slower now, the nipples firm little points against the lettering on her nightgown.
Her black panties are twisted at her hips now, pulled to the side, showing off that pretty little cunt, the lips swollen and parted, glistening in the moonlight.
The sheet beneath her is soaked, and so is my hand.
I raise it to my face and take a long sniff, and my cock thickens to full fighting length again.
Fuck, she smells so good. I can’t believe she squirted like that. Does she do that at night, thinking of me? I don’t know because Daisy does all our washing.
She could hide it from me.
That thought makes me unreasonably angry. I don’t even know that she’s hidden anything, but even the idea that she might makes a fury rise inside me.
From now on, I’m inspecting everything. My stepsister’s cum belongs to me, and I get to decide what happens to it. I’m going to sniff every pair of panties in the hamper like the pervert I am, full stop.
I lick my lips and groan. A fresh shred of doubt about what I’m doing sneaks into my consciousness as I take in her innocent, dreamy expression.
I know what I am.
A depraved, oversized creature hell-bent on destroying her in her sleep, lusting over her open body in the dark of night.
I’m also done fighting it. I climb onto the end of the bed, working her legs apart, bending them to my will, angling her knees outward like a fully-articulated life-sized sex doll until she’s in the perfect position for my debauched pussy feast.
“Just keep your eyes closed.” I rasp my teeth on her inner thigh as I lower myself into position, the bed creaking under my weight. “Daddy’s just going to give you a little goodnight kiss. A special kiss for big girls, because you are a big girl now, baby. Daddy’s big, special girl.”
She exhales a contented sigh, murmuring, but I’m confident she will not wake. Her scent and the view of her dewy petals peeled open for me send me into a spiral.
I dig my fingers into the softness of her inner thighs, pressing harder than I should, holding her down. With my weight and strength, I could easily force her, even in the waking hours, and that image flashes through my mind.
Am I so starved for my sister’s pussy I’d do such a horrible and illegal thing?
I push away the answer I don’t want to acknowledge and remind myself of my interpretation of her note.
She said…yes?
I nod to myself, mumbling an affirmation of her seeming approval, knowing in her isolated, na?ve world, she likely has no idea what she believed me capable of.
Does she even understand a man would put his mouth on her pussy? Does she understand that I will lick her as she sleeps like this?
I lower my chest, my hands on her hips, pressing her into the mattress, angling her pelvis slightly upward as my thumb drags her panties to the side. They’re so stretched out right now, they settle into the dip between her mound and her thigh.
Even if she woke and started thrashing and pushing me away, there is nothing she could do to stop this now.
On an inhale that fills both my lungs until they burn, I drive my mouth to her wet warmth, my thick beard brushing against the inside of her thighs as she shifts slightly.
I take one moment to shove her nightgown upward, needing those teenage tits on display while I suck her clit and dine on her untouched territory for the first time.
“This is what Daddy needs. Just be still, now,” I whisper, then curse into her folds and use the flat of my tongue to take the first taste of my sister’s sweetness.
The slope of her belly jiggles as my mouth connects.
I want her to understand that from this point on, if she even looks at someone else, she will unleash a part of me she’s not seen.
There’s a bastard inside me who comes out to play when I think of her with anyone else.
I won’t be the calm, reasonable brother and father figure she’s known to this point.
The quiet farmer of few words who nods at people on the street, holding her hand and presenting himself as the selfless guardian who sacrificed his life for hers to be better.
The respectable but freakish and simple-minded Elijah Warren.
I’m not as simple as I let them all think.
I will not hesitate to destroy anyone who threatens what’s mine, and I’ll do things to her that a God-fearing man shouldn’t even think about if she ever tries to leave.
The sight and flavor of her ripe womanhood push me to the edge of sanity. Her shiny lips are open, exposing the wet texture of the ones underneath. I’ve never seen a woman like this. I’m addicted already, and I press my thick tongue to her open hole, poking it in.
When I look up… Fuck, her little hands land on her tits and her fingers pinch at the pink peaks.
I begin licking her properly, like she deserves.
Instinct tells me to be raw and wild, that this delicate creature needs a mouth that is greedy and rough. I lap at her, deep and thorough, holding her hips steady, pushing her body into my mouth until she’s mumbling sleepy prayers to God.
I’m her God now.
Her fingers dig into the soft globes of her breasts.
“So fresh for Daddy,” I groan into her body as I swallow down her delicious flavor, her nectar slick and flowing as I flick at her clit, her face slack, eyes still closed as I use her body in her sleep for my own perverted pleasure.
My dick tortures me from below as I start to dry hump the bed, the springs squeaking as I work my hips up and back, running my tongue everywhere because I want to have her entirely, all at once, and that's impossible.
I spear into her opening, tracing that thin barrier, a wave of terror returning as I wonder how I will ever stuff her full of what I have. But when I start to spiral, my gaze flicks upward, and I watch her working her tits as I center my tongue on that little hard spot.
And I start to flick, flick, flick.
She’s moaning like a whore and rolling her hips into my mouth.
“Such a good girl.” I work one hand around her thigh, sliding two fingers into the apex of her sloppy cunt and making a V shape, pulling her apart so her swollen little clit pops out.
I double down, sucking, slapping, licking, until her body is twitching, and she’s doing that soft little praying mumble. I’m as close to heaven as an earthly monster could ever be.
“Daddy’s good girl…” she purrs, a long moan following, and I need her bare for me. My inexperience shows in the fact that I didn’t strip her panties off when I laid her down, but having them in the way is a violation I didn’t expect.
“Daddy’s going to take these away, baby.” I glide my fingers under the loose elastic, tugging them down. “Good girls don’t wear panties at night. No more panties for my sister when she sleeps, do you understand?”
I’m poking the bear by asking her questions, expecting her to answer, but I know her better than her own mother did. I know she talks in her sleep. She answers questions, but will have no memory of it in the morning.
I ease the panties down her legs, watching the way they indent her thighs, shifting my massive body as I drag them down to her knees, then off her tiny cute feet with her pink-painted toenails.
I consider shoving them in her mouth, letting her taste herself in her dreams.
“Yes, Daddy. Take them off,” she answers, and my eyes dart to her face as I take in the view from between her legs. Her eyes are shut, head turned to the side, hands still on her ripe tits.
“Good girl,” I answer, dropping the panties and returning to the task at hand: making my sister come on my face.
Clearly, she shaves her cunt. When did that start, I wonder?
There’s a dusting of light curls at the top, but otherwise she’s smooth and bare, and God forgive me, I love it.
Again, I think about her note. I’ll never know, but I like it.
Did she shave her little pussy just for me?
“You wanted Daddy’s kisses tonight, didn’t you, baby girl? You wanted his mouth on your pretty little pussy. It’s wet and delicious, and it’s telling me it wants kisses.”
“Kiss me, Daddy,” she mumbles, and I’m going to do just that, and more.
Her pliant body bows as I sink my teeth into her pretty little pussy, tongue out, lips wide, consuming her. She gushes onto my tongue, and I drink down every drop.
“Daddy…” she babbles, and I pinch her clit between my lips, working my tongue over the tip, round and round, back and forth, as I grind my throbbing meat into the sheets.
I grip her thighs and stuff my tongue into her clenched opening.
“Pin prick tight,” I growl, stabbing through the tightness, feeling the band around my tongue as she whimpers and thrashes, eyes still closed as her muscles start to quiver and twitch.
I kiss and suck, focusing on that swollen little spot that makes her cry and pray. Her moans are woven with curse words and cries for Daddy, and then…
“Elijah—”
She unravels, and so do I.
She’s all mine.
“Mine,” I growl into her core as I move my lips and tongue faster, holding onto her legs, keeping her pinned in place as she writhes and huffs, her hot little unconscious body giving me what her conscious mind never has: everything.
“Mine,” I say again. “All fucking mine. Give it to me, baby girl. Make Daddy a mess. Squirt for your big brother.”
And just like that, like a little fucking miracle, she does.
Moans turn to screams, screams turn to sobs, and I stick my tongue into her pussy and open my mouth wide, and when she squirts, its delivery is right on target.
My little stepsister squirts down my throat. Fucking yes. I dry hump the sheets beneath me as I taste her, bringing her back down to her bed as I thrust against her mattress, harder and harder, until I buck and groan and come like a stallion into the bedding.
My balls seize up, pulling tight as my climax turns my vision dark, muscles cramping and knotting down my back as my release pumps out of me into the cotton, and her body goes slack in my hands. My mouth is still open, sucking and swallowing, as my beard drips her nectar into the sheets.
I could stay here forever, and she wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it.
“Daddy…” she exhales.
“Daughter, sister,” I growl in reply, giving her clit one last lick before pushing my body upward, looking down to see the raspy redness on her inner thighs, the drenched dark circle expanding on the sheets, her tits exposed, arms flung outward, knees falling wide like a crucified sex doll.
There’s no going back.
She can tell me to stay away. I don’t fucking care.
My stepsister. My daughter.
Whatever the world calls her, I call her mine.