Chapter 7
This is it.
Everything about this moment is right. The way my little sister is practically yanking my soul out of me. The way her hair feels between my fingers as I angle her face to deepen the kiss.
It’s all right.
Our teeth clash together in a frenzy, like we’ve both been starving for each other, and maybe we have. The tension between us has been electric for years and now it’s finally ready to explode into a million pieces.
Alina plunges her fingers into my hair and yanks at the roots tightly, causing me to groan into her mouth in pleasure.
Apple bursts in my mouth every time our tongues brush over one another's and I’m desperate to keep tasting it, but I want more from her.
If this is the only chance we’ll get, I’m making it worth our while.
Gripping the back of her head, I break the kiss and she whimpers at the loss.
“What are you doing?” She pants. Her eyes are filled with confusion but I quickly shut down any doubt she has in her mind and tip my head towards her neck where I plant soft kisses in between nipping at the tender flesh.
With each bite she moans and a devilish grin pulls at my mouth.
It’d be so easy to sink my teeth into her carotid artery, to feel her veins and blood vessels tangle around my teeth. To taste every single inch of her.
Once I reach her jaw, I take her lobe into my ear and bite down to test her reaction.
I half expected her to scream or push me away, but instead she moans loudly, her head tipping towards the ceiling.
I swirl my tongue over the abused skin then trace the shell of her ear.
With every swipe, she shudders in my hold and grinds her wet pussy against my thigh.
“Ethan.. please.” My sister’s voice is breathy and desperate.
Lifting my left hand from her hip, I trail it up her stomach, over her round tits until I reach her face, then with force I grab her jaw and angle her face away from me to whisper into her ear.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you beg for me, little sister. I bet your pussy is soaked.”
Alina grinds against my thigh again just to prove a point and I nip at her skin again, leaving red marks to bloom across her jaw. “If I dipped my hand inside that flimsy underwear you always wear, will I find your cunt wet for me?”
“God, yes! Please.. don’t leave me waiting like this.” She grits through her teeth in frustration and a deep chuckle breaks through my vocal cords at her torment.
“I love when you say my name, little sister.”
Keeping her face in my grip, I turn her towards me. A perfect shade of pink flushes across her cheeks and chest from my hard stare and I fucking love it.
I glide my hand across her jaw and use my thumb to pull down her bottom lip to reveal her perfect teeth and wet mouth.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.” I demand and like the good girl she is, she follows my command. Alina sticks her pink tongue out and lets it rest on her bottom teeth. Visions of her on her knees before me with her tongue out just like this, flash across my vision.
With the height difference between us, I lower my head and allow a glob of spit to land on her tongue. The white foamy substance begins to trail down her tongue and into her throat.
“Swallow.” I tell her and she swallows my spit down, then I’m on her again with a punishing kiss.
Teeth clashing. Tongues dancing together until I break the kiss once again and spin her around before bending her over the drawers.
She huffs out when her chest hits the hard wood but I give her no chance to change her mind.
I’m already on my knees behind her, shards of glass stabbing into my flesh from the broken vase but I couldn’t give a single fuck.
I fucking need her more than the air I breathe.
My little sister’s thighs tremble with need as I run my hands up the backs of her legs, goosebumps rising across her skin as I gather the stupidly short nun’s outfit and push it over the globes of her ass to reveal the thinnest piece of material I’ve ever seen.
I hook my finger around the red scrap of string. “Who the fuck were you wearing this for?” I spit out, imaging that fucking douche outside who had his hands all over my sister, being in this exact position with her.
I’ll cut his fucking hands off and turn them into gloves for touching her.
Alina flips her blonde hair over one shoulder to look down at me. “No one. I swear.” She whimpers her pathetic excuse and I pull the thin material back then let it snap against her skin. She jumps from the sharp pain and lets out a breathy moan.
“Don’t lie to me, little sister.” I spit. “Who. Are. You. Wearing. This. For?”
“I’m not lying! I promise.” She pleads and I repeat the action again, hooking my finger around the thin string and pulling it further back this time. The moment it slips from my grip, it snaps against her ass even harder.
“Ethan!”
“Yes, little sister?” I tease.
“I.. I wore it for you, alright? I wanted you to see. I always do.” She whimpers from the sting and my ego fucking sky rockets at her admittance. I can practically feel my dick straining to break free against my pants but I want her to have all the pleasure first.
“Now, that’s a better answer. I’ll be the only one who ever sees you like this, and mark my words, Alina.” I start, the threat heavy on my tongue. “I’ll fucking kill anyone who touches you again. I’ll turn their skin into a fucking suit. You hear me?”
Her stormy eyes widen at my words and I can see the struggle that’s written across her face as she battles with what’s right and wrong but it’s too late now. She’s already stepped over that line with me and there’s no going back now.
Alina grips the drawers with her manicured fingers and slowly nods her head. “I hear you, big brother.”
“That’s my good girl.” I praise and she practically melts in my hold. “Now you better pray to God, that you come on my face before anyone finds you in here with your big brother.”