Chapter 9
Samuel
My sister’s hot little cunt is horny for me. This is going better than I imagined.
She’s flat on her back, fingers in her hot, pink little babymaker, looking so fucking sad she’s not sure where her clit is.
Jesus.
I’m just the man for this job. Her tummy hollows with her effort, her perky little pink-tipped tits looking like every depraved man’s wet dream.
I’m a fucker for keeping her isolated from the world, but the world would be painted red with blood if anyone ever touched her.
If I don’t get a taste of that pussy right fucking now, I feel like my brains are going to shoot out my fucking ears.
CeeCee’s fingers slow, but they don’t stop.
She keeps tracing that swollen little bud, her middle finger sliding through her folds, and I watch a fresh string of honey stretch from her fingertip to the flushed pink of her inner lips.
The pressure inside my head and down in my balls is so intense, I’m seeing stars.
“Daddy,” she whispers. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to lick you, baby. Show you just where your clit is, and what it’s for.” I crawl between her legs, slapping her knees wider, and circle her tiny wrist in my grip, bringing her slick fingers to her pouty lips and pushing them inside.
“See how good you taste?” I grab her other hand and connect it to her left breast. “Play with your tit and suck your fingers, close your eyes and let Daddy teach you what your body is for.”
She’s fucking dripping. Her juices are glistening on her cunt and dripping down onto the lilac covers of her bed.
Her scent blinds me. God, I’m sure I’ve smelled her arousal before, but being right here, up close and drawing its fresh sweetness into me, my desire is a ruthless, bellowing beast that will never be tamed.
Seconds tick by as my mouth waters. Heat radiates from her slick femininity before my lips even touch her skin.
The outer lips are puffy, darkening at the edges, and the trimmed patch of hair above her mound is cute as fuck. Every part of her cunt is laid open for me, the little hole looks to be clenching as if trying to suck something inside.
I dive forward.
She bucks and screams around the fingers in her mouth as I press my lips to her pussy and lick up through the whole slit, then direct my efforts on that hard little button that’s throbbing and desperate for what I’m bringing.
The first hit of her on my tongue is salt and musk and every fucking dream I’ve ever had coming true.
Her scent fills my lungs as her body’s natural lubrication spreads over my tongue, and I’m suddenly frozen in realization…
This is my CeeCee.
The girl who stood behind her mother, too scared to even say hello the day our parents announced to us both they were married and we were family.
I lap up and down at her softness, closing my eyes and letting the guilt flow through me, and out of me. She’s mine, to do with as I please, I tell myself. The only man who will love her the way she deserves. The only man who will ever know her like I do.
I groan against her, the vibration making her hips jerk. I drag the flat of my tongue over her entrance, and a fresh gush of cream spills into my mouth. Fucking delicious. Thick, warm, and coating my tongue like melted butter.
Then I’m back at her perfect little bud. I circle it once, twice, before nipping with my teeth.
CeeCee cries out, her thighs twitching and slapping the sides of my face, but I shove them back wide.
“Keep those legs open.” I garble the words through her juices, her body in spasm, my warm breath mixing with her sweet scent. “Play with both your tits now. Tug those nipples as Daddy teaches you all about what this clit can do.”
I focus, something I’m particularly good at, which is the number one reason for my success.
She’s panting as I realize just how much power she has over me. Sure, I’m the one who keeps her here, sets the rules, controls everything in her world… And she’s the balm to the wounds I’ve never faced.
Growing up in chaos, surrounded by gambling, drinking, and a father who treated women like disposable tissues, I stuffed my pain down so low, it wound itself into every cell, becoming not something I had to endure or fix, but a part of my makeup. What made me…me.
But with CeeCee’s flavor coating my tongue, purring and shoving her hips into my face as I eat her sweet little cunt, I nearly go blind.
It’s my anger that’s kept me going, but I feel her changing me. I want that part of me to survive, because it will keep us safe, and keep her safe, but what will keep me safe from her?
“Fuck, CeeCee,” I mutter, and the words are sticky, slurred by her release still coating my lips. “You taste so goddamn good.”
I gather her ass cheeks in my hands and pull her harder against my ravaging mouth. My little sister’s pussy is fucking magic.
A shudder convulses her belly, and her thighs clamp against my ears, muffling the world for a second before I shove them wide again, pinning her open with my hands.
When did she start shaving her pussy? I wonder at that, but thank the dark gods she did. Her smooth little lips light a fire in my gut, and I can’t wait to bury my dick into her tight little hole.
I shove my middle finger into the crack of her ass, find that other tight little spot, and apply pressure, rubbing and imagining the day she will be bent over, lubed up, and I’ll have to talk her through the intrusion of a lifetime as I breach that little ring of muscle with every inch of my thick cock.
“Daddy—” Her voice cracks as her heels pound into the mattress, my fingers controlling her as she grinds her hips upward, begging for more.
Damn, she’s so fucking sexy like this, my sweet innocent girl going full feral for my mouth.
“More, Daddy… God, it feels so good, so goooood.”
Her body starts to shake as my hips pump futilely against the bedding. I groan and dry hump, my dick ready to unload at the beauty of my sister giving me something I’ve craved too long.
“Something’s happening!” She bows, and I double down, not daring to take my mouth away lest the building orgasm escape her.
Her hips buck as she chases down her pleasure demons using my entire face, her fingers pinching and tugging at her nipples, and it’s so damn sexy I forget there is a world outside of this, us, right now.
The wet sounds of my mouth on her teenage cunt, mixed with her moans, are my entire world.
“Oh, my God!” It’s the last thing I hear before my mouth is flooded with the very essence of life.
“Daddy!” she screams. “Daddy Samuel, I can’t!”
“Yes you can,” I mumble against her clit, knowing she’s already there. She’s just scared. “Give it to me. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
I suck on her, spearing my tongue into her pulsing hole, feeling the texture of her walls and memorizing them for what comes next.
Because there’s only so long I can hold out.
CeeCee needs to learn what her life is going to be from now on, and tonight she’s going to be giving me the first fucking down payment.
She pants and moans, trembling as another gush of liquid spills from her core all over my mouth, her orgasm sending her body into a twisting, bucking panic.
I push up from my position and climb over her, leaning down to lick a nipple before I crash my mouth to hers in a kiss that shares every flavor of our illicit sibling encounter.
She moans into my mouth, her body twitching as orgasmic aftershocks pulse through her, kissing me back, her tongue tangling with mine as I crush her tit in my palm, massaging her soft flesh as my dick bobs tantalizingly at her core, enjoying the warm slick of her juices coating her pussy lips.
She’s wet enough, I tell myself.
Wet enough for me? Maybe not, but we’re about to find out.