Chapter forty-nine Kaden
Chapter forty-nine
Kaden
She’s still thinking about that fucker. I can tell from the droop in her frame and the contemplation behind her eyes. I knew a snow day wouldn’t be enough to erase their history, but I have plenty of time before Dylan returns to leave a lasting impression.
He’ll be out of pocket for a while, which leaves Melody all to me. My sources that are tracking him said he’s caught up in his own affairs and not concerned with the fiancée he left behind.
Don’t worry, Dyl. I’ll take good care of her.
I hold the two steaming mugs in my hands as I pad closer to the sofa. Melody is flicking through the movies, her elbow held by the armrest as she leans on her knuckle. She seems faraway, her eyes not seeing what’s in front of her when I hand the mug over.
She grabs it gingerly, taking a sip and moaning. The sound shoots straight to my cock as I sit down beside her. Our sides touch as I tug part of her blanket over me.
“Why are you sitting so close?” She whispers.
Mom is in the kitchen, flipping through a catalog as she hunts for wedding ideas. Dad is at the dining room table, a pair of spectacles on the tip of his nose as he scrolls through his phone. They aren’t paying us any mind.
I rest my hand between us, my pinky twitching and itching to graze her. “I was cold,” I lie.
Her eyes narrow. “Mhmm. Hands to yourself.”
She won’t be saying that in the next thirty minutes.
Not with the sleep aid I slipped in her drink.
It won’t put her in a coma, but it will make her too drowsy to fight me.
Not that she would, but I like the way she looks when she’s tired.
Her eyes get hooded and seductive, and I can see her pretty pulse in her neck.
I have a fascination with watching her sleep.
It’s why I always come to her at night. I used to sit up long after she had gone to bed just to stare at her for hours until I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore.
Mom and Dad talk quietly from behind us as the beginning credits roll.
Melody sips her hot chocolate, her hands wrapped around the mug to warm herself as she watches the TV.
Every drink she takes makes me fucking harder for her, and I shift beneath the blanket to adjust myself.
She doesn’t notice my arousal, and it makes a sick smile touch my lips.
“The roads should be clear enough,” Dad says from the kitchen. “Would you go to lunch with me?”
“Of course,” Mom says as she grabs her purse. She comes over to us before kissing the tops of our heads. “Be good.”
Melody smiles as they leave, then returns to the screen.
Some guy is trying to win his ex-girlfriend back with grand gestures and flowers that she isn’t biting on.
My sister is completely invested in the actors on the TV when her body begins to curl subtly.
Her blinks have become slower, more languid as she continues to sip.
I gently take the cup from her, sliding it onto the coffee table before settling back and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. I pull her into my side, letting her rest her head on my chest as her hand curls into my shirt.
“Kaden…” She says sleepily, her eyes fluttering until they close. She forces them open, but she’s losing the battle.
I curl my hand around her chin, tilting her face up to me as I press my lips to hers. She tries to draw back, but I hold her in place, keeping her mouth on mine as my tongue swipes across the seam of her lips.
She draws back again, frowning at me as she wavers in place. “What are you doing?”
“Shhh,” I shush her as my hand combs into her hair. “You’re dreaming.”
Another long blink. “Am I?”
“Mhmm,” I hum, pressing my lips against hers as she gasps into my mouth. My tongue sweeps over her, invading her senses as she closes her eyes. Her movements are slow and unfocused, but it doesn’t matter.
Not when she’s giving in to me so sweetly.
I expected her to fight this ‘dream,’ but it seems my little sister has her own demons to combat. She wants me and can’t admit it to herself yet. It’s adorable.
She’s sloppy, her tongue trying to fight for dominance, and it makes me growl deep in my throat as I fist her hair tightly. She moans, the sound vibrating through me as I guide her other hand down my chest. We’re moving together, her appendage interlocked with mine as we get lower and lower.
I pull away, breathing deeply as arousal mixes like gasoline and fire in my blood. “Show me what you want to do to me in your dreams, Melody,” I whisper against her mouth.
Her eyes slide open, our saliva glistening across her swollen lips as our hands get to my bulge.
I force her to cup me, stroking myself through my jeans with her fingers.
She sucks in a breath, her cheeks turning a pretty pink as she gazes down at my lap with hazed lust. Her head tilts, her face slack as she tries to unbutton my jeans.
I help her, working around her thin fingers until I spring free and sit back to give her access. She follows me, resting her head on my chest as I coach her hand to wrap around the base of me.
“Spit on me, pretty girl,” I command, and as if being pulled by an invisible string, she obeys. Hovering over the bulbous head, she lets her saliva drip down until it coats me. My lips pull over my teeth as her hand strokes upwards until she collects the stickiness and slicks it down my shaft.
Even her hand feels like fucking heaven.
She rests back on me, lazily stroking my cock that’s straining against her dainty fingers. Something flashes in her grip, and my teeth grind.
Her fucking wedding ring.
“Give me your hand,” I murmur into her hair.
She lifts it to my face, releasing my length as my fingers wrap around her wrist. I place the silver band and diamond between my teeth, yanking it off before spitting it behind the couch with a tink sound as it bounces off the marble.
“Keep stroking,” I rumble, dusting her hair away from her face so I can see her state.
She’s lost to the debauchery of it all, her eyes glassy but focused intensely on my length as she wraps her hand around it and squeezes. I pulse in response, making my cock jump in her grip as she gasps.
“You’ve always been so big…” she trails quietly, her lashes fluttering.
Huh. Slumber thoughts bleed horny truths. Who would have known?
“Yeah?” I taunt, wrapping my hand around hers as I force her to squeeze tighter. “It’s all for you, little sister.”
Her lips part, her breath rushing from her before she licks the plump bottom one. “Can…can you cum on my face like you used to?”
My head rolls back, eyes screwing shut as our hands move faster. I snap back down to her, my spine beginning to tingle. “You want that? Your brother’s cum all over you? Have you missed it, pretty girl? The things I used to do to you in the dark.”
Another slow blink that holds before she answers breathlessly. “Yes.”
I snatch her hair roughly. “Then get on your fucking knees for me, Melody.”
I help her slide down to the floor, gentle not to stir her too much as she settles between my feet and wraps a heavy hand around my base. She looks so perfect like this, her eyes hooded and sleep-drunk, on her knees for me like the good fucking girl she is.
I wrap my hand around hers, guiding us as she strokes. She inches forward, testing at first, before she kisses the head of my cock, the precum dotting her lips erotically.
“You can put your mouth on me,” I encourage as the breath stutters from me. “Touch me however you want.”
“But—”
I cut off her hesitation by leaning forward and grabbing her cheeks in a tight pinch. “This is just a dream. You can do whatever you want.”
She nods, hypnotized as I rest back. She wastes no time now, her hot, wet mouth closing around me as her eyes roll at the taste.
She’s lavishing me with her tongue while she continues to massage me.
Her lips stretch as she takes more of me until I hit the back of her throat.
She gags, sputtering around my length as tears dot her lashes and she gazes up at me through them.
She’s a fucking vision, and my release is about to tip me over the edge at the image of her.
My lips pull over my teeth as they grit.
As the heat spreads through my limbs, I yank her head back and pop her free of me just as the first shot lands across her open lips.
My whole fucking body is shaking as I cover her, and it drips down her shirt.
She’s my fucking canvas, and I don’t waste a drop.
I lean forward, using my thumb to smear my cum across her lips. She opens her mouth, closing her eyes as she sucks on my digit until it’s clean.
Fuck. Me.
She can never do this with another man. Ever.
I pull my hand back as she shifts in place, her cheeks flushed and her body humming with arousal. “I-I want you to call me a good girl,” she blurts.
My head tilts as I cup her cheek. “Do you want to be my good girl, little sister?”
She nods.
I hook my finger in her mouth, pulling her closer. “Good girls don’t marry men who aren’t their brothers.”
“Please,“ she whispers, the sound muffled but desperate as her soaked thighs shift together.
A sick idea forms as I ease back and release her. “Take your pants off and straddle me.”
She rises slowly, wobbling in place as her eyes slide closed. I hold my hands out, steadying her as she lazily blinks herself back to reality. Her movements are like she’s wading through water, her limbs heavy as she nudges her thumbs past her waistband.
I cover her knuckles, lightly pushing them away as I take over and kiss across the sliver of her lower abdomen that’s peeking past her shirt. I slide her pants down, taking her panties with them. Her pussy is so pretty, with light curls that create a landing strip.
I push forward, shoving my face into her as I nip at her skin. She sucks in a breath, her fingers fisting my hair as I drag her towards me. I help her situate one knee on my right and the other on my left before lowering her slick cunt to my cock.
At the first heated touch, Melody’s lips part on a beautiful symphony as I grind her down on me. My length nestles between her folds, bumping against her clit as I create a rocking motion. Her arousal drips from her, lubricating my shaft and making her glide smoothly along me with every pass.
Her thighs tremble against my sides, her nails digging into my scalp as she yanks me close to her chest. One of my hands leaves her hip, sliding up her stomach until I push her shirt up and reveal her red bra.
I kiss the top of one rounded globe, leaving a glistening trail behind, before I roughly shove the cup aside and release her breast.
I kiss her hardened bud, slowing her hips to a tantalizing grind. “Is this what you dream about? Do you dream of your big brother fucking you, Melody?”
She moans breathlessly, pulling my head closer until my mouth closes around her nipple. “Yes. Not…not my first time…dreaming of you…”
My brows rise as I smirk around her breast. “Oh? Do you wake up soaked and desperate, little sister? Fingers buried deep in your greedy pussy as you rub your clit to the thought of me?” I bite down on her nipple, pulling a scream from her as my cock hardens again below us.
I’m picking up speed, forcing her to rock faster as her body coils with her impending release.
“Do you spread your legs for me in those twisted fantasies, Melody? Offer your body up to the brother who should protect you but only wants to fucking ruin you?”
Her eyes screw shut, the pressure building impossibly high as her little sounds croak from her as if being ripped from her throat. I grab her cheeks tightly, making her eyelids shoot open as I drag her down to my face.
“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” I growl. “Watch me fucking wreck you.”
Her throat moves in a gulp, her expression wanton and desperate. “Yes, big brother.”
I snap.
Every ounce of restraint I have is gone.
I grip her hip brutally, making our movement wild and sloppy as our sticky sounds fill the living room.
Melody doesn’t have a chance to fucking pull away before her orgasm shatters her into a million pieces and her eyes roll back.
Her whole body jerks with her tremors, a cracked and broken scream cresting past her lips as I huff raggedly.
I’m so fucking close.
She releases my hair, dipping down as her lips crash over mine in a voluntary, heated kiss.
It bleeds everything holy with the world, her taste, her feel, her fucking essence.
I cum in seconds, warmth flowing between us as she doesn’t stop undulating her hips.
My cum is spreading with every pass, marking her.
I fist her hair before pulling her head back and nipping at her swollen bottom lip. “Good girl.”
She gives a sleepy, satisfied smile, her whole frame sagging as she breathes deeply. Her eyes can hardly stay open as they continue to roll with every blink. “More,“ she whispers.
I shush her, laying her down on my chest as I pull the blankets over us. I know I’m going to have to dress her before she wakes, but right now, I just want to feel her on me. I gingerly brush her hair away from her sweaty temple, kissing her tenderly. “Until you dream of me again, pretty girl.”
She’s out before the words leave my mouth.