Chapter 1 #3
“Oh, fuck you, Cory,” I snap at him.
“Ah. It turns out you already did fuck me,” he says with a smirk.
“You two argue like a couple. Get in the car,” Beth says when she opens her door to scold us.
Once Cory and I dropped Beth off at her house, we went home.
The moment we were in the driveway. I jumped out and ran inside so I could lock myself in my bedroom.
He did come and knock on my door at one point to check on me.
As much as I wanted to ignore him, I knew that he was worried.
I called out and told him that I was fine, I just needed time.
He left me alone all day yesterday and he’s been out of the house all day today.
I finally emerged after more than five minutes when I realized he wasn’t home a little while ago.
I’ve been throwing myself a pity party all weekend, but I need to get my shit straight before Mom and Dad get home tonight. It’s noon now, so I have time to shower and clean up some before I make dinner.
I grab a towel before going to the bathroom.
I take my time washing my hair and body.
My mind wanders to my family. Mom, Dad, and Cory have dark brown, straight hair.
I have natural platinum blonde, curly hair.
Although, it is currently dyed dark brown.
They are all tall and I am five foot two.
I’m nothing like them, but somehow related.
Eventually, my mind wanders to Cory. I wish I had chosen not to take that mask off.
I would be content thinking I lost the one man that maybe I could’ve been happy with that compared to knowing that getting fucked by my brother was the best feeling ever.
I fucking hate myself for even admitting that it was good.
I didn’t know it was him or I would have shut it down.
We haven’t seen each other in months, and we do admittedly look different than the last time we saw each other.
I’m trying to find fault in myself for this or even him, but I can’t.
We were randomly paired together, and we both decided to take our masks off.
Now, the consequence is knowing who he is.
That was always the risk of deciding that.
When I get done in the shower, I wrap myself in a towel before wrapping my hair with another. “Shit,” I mutter when I see that I didn’t bring clothes with me.
I shut the light off and open the door to go to my room.
I’m not paying attention when I step out and immediately run into Cory.
I lose my footing and almost fall, but he catches me around the waist. When I instinctively look up at him, I get trapped in his gaze as he watches me with a feral look in his eyes.
His lustful thoughts are written all over his face but he shakes himself free of that and steps back from me.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Y-yeah,” I stutter. I push past him and race to my room.
“Bella,” he calls after me. I ignore him and go to shut my door, but he pushes it open. He swings the door shut and walks toward me.
“Cory,” I say with a shaken voice. My back hits a wall, and he puts his hands on either side of my body so I can’t escape.
“Stop running from me,” he says.
“Stop looking at me like that then,” I frown.
“Like what?” he asks and I shake my head. “Like what, Bella?”
“Like you want to do it again. It’s… it’s lustful, and I don’t know how to handle that,” I admit.
“Tell me right now you haven’t thought about it. I will walk out of this room, and we will never talk about it again,” he says simply.
“That’s not fair. If it makes me uncomfortable, you should be willing to not talk about it.,” I argue.
“You wanna know what is uncomfortable to me, Bella?” he asks, leaning in.
“Having the best sex of my life only to find out that it was my little sister I had wrapped around my cock. Now, she’s standing in front of me with nothing but a towel on.
I’m trying to not touch her, but she’s over here rubbing her thighs together like a little grasshopper because she wants me just as badly but won’t admit it for obvious reasons,” he says as he leans in, his lips nearly brushing against mine.
I can feel the heat of his breath on me, and it numbs my brain.
“Cory,” I say softly. My breathing is quickened, and my heart is pounding in my chest. I hate it, but he’s right. I have a twisted fantasy playing in my mind on repeat of him fucking me on my bed.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he says before lightly kissing the skin below my ear. I let out a sigh and involuntarily relax as tingles break out across my skin.
“Cory,” I breathe.
“Say it, Bella. What do you want?”
“This is wrong,” I whisper.
“Why does it feel so good then?” he asks before biting my neck. I whimper when he creates a pulsating pressure in my pussy. It feels so wrong that I’m wet from what he’s doing. I shouldn’t want this, but I have no fucking willpower to make it stop and neither does he.
“Everything that’s bad for you starts out looking good,” I mumble.
“Do you think I’m bad for you, little sister?” he asks, grabbing my chin and tilting my head back.
“Stop calling me that,” I frown.
“Would you rather me call you my little cumslut?” he asks. “Because that’s what you are. You took my cock like a good little slut, didn’t you?”
His filthy words pull all the logic out of my head and throw it away like it never existed.
Cory degrading me like this is a whole new level of kink that I didn’t know I liked.
Isn’t the old saying that you want what you can’t have?
Apparently, I can have what I want because he’s standing before me. I’m totally going to hell for this.
“Yes,” I admit quietly.
Cory grins wickedly at me before pulling the towel loose and letting it drop to the floor.
Goosebumps break out on my body as the cool air floods over my skin.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he says as he palms my breasts.
He pinches and pulls at my nipples until he leans down and draws one of them into his mouth.
My eyes roll back as I sigh and rest my head on the wall behind me.
He abruptly grabs the back of my thighs and picks me up, and I wrap my legs around him instinctively. He turns and takes a few steps before laying me on my bed. He kisses and bites down my chest and belly. Every time he bites me, I whimper. Some of these are definitely going to leave a bruise.
Cory pushes my knees apart before biting the inside of my thigh, making me moan. He does it again to the other side, forcing more noise out of me before he spreads me open more so he can make quick flicks of his tongue across my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan when he pushes two fingers inside of me. “God, that’s good.” I’ve completely abandoned all basic morals because I know exactly who is making me feel this way. I don’t have to pretend it’s someone else to get through it.
Cory sucks and nips at my clit until my moans are nearing screams and my legs are shaking. He is fucking me with his hand and when he curls his fingers in while sucking on me hard everything explodes as I start to come.
I am hardly out of that daze when he moves up and kneels between my legs.
“Do you understand what you do to me?” he asks.
I shake my head and he unbuttons his jeans before pushing them down his legs.
I won’t even deny how fucking impressive his cock is.
“This is what you do to me, Bella. Is this what you want? You want your big brother to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Say it, Bella. Tell your big brother you want him to fuck you,” he commands.
“Please fuck me, Cory. Please,” I ask, nearly begging.
He watches me closely as he slowly fills me. My eyes roll back and I groan at the way he is stretching me. “Fuck, I love this tight little cunt,” he growls.
“I’m so full. It hurts,” I whimper. He’s pushing so deep it’s creating immense pressure in my belly. The ache only fuels my need to get fucked harder.
“You can take it, pretty girl,” he grunts. His pace quickens with each stroke. He is just as desperate to come as I am. Tangled together like this, all of the reasons why this should not be happening melt away.
As I close in on what I already know is going to be extraordinary, Cory slaps his hand over my mouth when we hear our parents downstairs call out for us. Our cars are in the driveway so they know we are here.
“Better come before we get caught, little sister,” he whispers in my ear.
He is fucking me hard and deep, forcing whimpers from me each time he bottoms out.
Our parents are still calling out for us but their voices are getting closer.
Fear and pleasure course through me. I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing but I don’t want to get caught either.
“Come, Bella,” he commands softly. “Come for your big brother.” His breathing is labored as he chases down his own release inside of me.
My orgasm finally peaks and my body arches dramatically.
I forced myself to hold my breath, through the surges of my climax, to keep myself from screaming.
Cory moans my name softly in my ear and I know I’m done for.
There’s no fucking way this is not happening again.
God forgive me, but I love the way he fucks.
When the pressure subsides, he takes his hand off of my mouth and kisses me hard. He tastes like sin and it’s my new favorite drug. The list of depraved things I want my brother to do to me is growing longer by the second.
I jump when I hear my father’s voice in the hallway. “The door is locked,” he whispers.
“Bella?” my Dad calls out as he knocks on my door.
“I’ll be down in a second. I just woke up,” I say. “I didn’t know you guys were coming home this early.”
“Yeah. Cory said he was home so we left a little sooner than we expected. Where is he?” Dad asks through the door.