Chapter 4
CeeCee
I scramble up the first few steps as Samuel’s dark laughter follows me.
Taking the next step, my bare feet slip on the smooth stone, sending me forward, falling onto braced arms, my knees bang into the edge of the stairs as Samuel appears from the hallway, launching himself halfway up the stairs.
“God, you make me so fucking horny when you’re scared, baby.”
“No!” I scream, pushing off, adrenaline and arousal surging through me. “I’ll do whatever you need. I’ll earn my way. Please, just don’t do this.”
He’s on me before I can force my way up another step.
Without warning, his hand comes down on my bottom, the sting radiating fire outward as I choke and stutter, crawling upward as another shot of pain lands on the other side of my butt.
He’s spanking me. I’m an adult, he never spanked me when I was younger, God, why does it hurt but also make my mind go completely blank for a moment, like a painful, warm hug.
He flips the hem of my dress up over my ass, hooking two fingers under the waistband of my panties as I whimper and will myself to my feet.
“You’re gonna make me come in my fucking pants, sis. I’ve been saving it up for you too, I don’t want to waste it. I have so many plans for my cum that involve you now that you’re all grown up.”
He yanks, and the elastic bites into my hip before surrendering with a snap. The shredded fabric slithers down my thighs, tangles around my knees, and I kick free, one foot, then the other, leaving a scrap of pale pink cotton on the stair behind me like a flag of surrender.
But I don't surrender.
I can’t fight him. I can only run.
My palms slap the next step, fingers splaying, feet scrambling.
The newel post at the landing's curve looms above me, carved mahogany gleaming under the ceiling chandelier's crystal light. Samuel's laughter rolls through me, landing in my belly and twisting.
Is it wrong that even when Samuel seems to have been possessed by some hell-devil, my body still flutters? I can’t deny that looking at that thickness under his pants makes every part of me quiver.
"CeeCee." His voice slides up my spine. "You're leaking on my stairs, baby."
I glance down between my own thighs and the evidence glistens there, a silver thread of slick tracing the inside of my leg, catching the light.
He's not wrong.
I can't even be embarrassed.
My pussy has been a traitor all day, pulsing out that slick, sticky confession every time I thought about him coming home, or looking at me the way he has for the last month.
Now those panties are a mangled little pink ghost three stairs down, and I'm crawling up toward the landing with my dress flipped over my ass, my bare cunt on display for my stepbrother, and the cool air of the house keeps brushing over the exposed, puffy lips of my pussy like a mouth breathing against me.
"You're… you’re staring," I gasp, and haul myself up another step.
"I'm admiring." Another stair creaks under his weight. "There's a difference, little sister. Staring is passive. Admiring is"—the pause stretches—"appreciative. I’m letting that teasing little kitty know what’s coming next, and from what I see, it’s ready."
Samuel’s two steps below me now, one hand riding the banister, the other covering his mouth, squeezing his stubble covered jawline as though he’s trying to decide something important.
The white fabric of his dress shirt strains [kg2]across his shoulders, across his chest, and lower.
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The outline of his cock fills the left leg of his trousers.
The thick, blunt head tents the fine wool with so much pressure, the ridge under the tip is clearly visible through the fabric.
“You have a wet spot, too,” I sass with a smirk.
He’s Daddy and scary as heck right now, but there was a time, not that many years ago, when I was just the bratty sister.
The one who made fun of her handsome stepbrother, lest he unravel the shameful hidden crush I’d had on him since the day we met.
I nod at the darkened circle down his leg. A wet spot of what I know is called pre-cum.
I’ve been isolated and sheltered, but the cook Maria keeps these sexy, naughty books in her quarters, hidden in her nightstand. I found them two years ago, and ever since, my education on sex has come from those pages.
Well, besides the bit of horrible sixth-grade human anatomy class, when I was still living with my mom and stepdad, that separated the boys from the girls for three days while we explored reproduction.
The school nurse came in to talk about periods and contraception and eggs and sperm, and all the embarrassing things a twelve-year-old girl doesn’t want to hear.
Daddy’s cock is so huge down the leg of his pants, straining as if it is trapped, I feel sorry for it.
After all, Daddy Samuel gave up so much for me all these years. He brought me here to the island, he took over as my guardian, and as far as I know, he’s never had a girlfriend in all the time I’ve known him.
He’s controlling, yes. But I don’t know anything different, and I want him to be happy. And keeping me safe makes him happy, I guess.
There’s internet in the house, it keeps track of all sorts of things, there are security monitors all over but I have no access.
I know what porn is, even all those years ago before we came here, the kids in school would talk about it. Sex has always felt far away and foreign to me.
I haven’t been brave enough to touch myself, but it’s so hard when I think about the time I snuck into the mansion’s gym and hid long enough to see Samuel stepping out of the shower, naked and glorious.
I learned the names of every muscle I saw that day from an antique medical anatomy book in the library downstairs. I memorized it so well that I aced the anatomy test my private tutor set for me a month later without even studying.
His low growling chuckle follows me as I push forward, the stairway breaking into two, one to the left and another to the right, and I go left because that’s where my bedroom is, right next to his.
Every breath burns as I drag myself along, using the banister and every ounce of strength in my legs to stumble up to the top of the stairs.
“CeeCee, you agreed things are changing now that you’re a big girl.”
I shiver as I remember his hand on my breast, massaging the nipple as it betrayed me tingling and turning into a hard little pebble. I bit back a moan as my pussy clenches, slicking my inner thighs again as they rub together.
Our eyes lock as I shake my head. My thoughts and daydreams about him are so wrong. I should be terrified, not excited.
Samuel grins. “You know I don’t want cookies or coffee, little sister.”
“No, I’m… I’m a good girl,” I protest.
“Did I ever say you weren’t? You’re the best girl, but you’ve been teasing me with that teenage body of yours, baby. Time to pay the piper.”
He takes another step my way, and I shriek, turning to run over the landing, making for my bedroom door.
Samuel is right behind me. I hear his voice wrapping around me as I run and stumble. “Nowhere to hide, CeeCee, you already know that.”