Chapter 22
Lila
The soft creak of my bathroom door is all the warning I have before Nate slides into the room. Even now, I'm on my hands and knees, gathering up what I can so it can all be packed. Only… the instant his scent hits my lungs, it's like a drug I can't say no to.
Turning slightly, I look over my shoulder and give him a wink as I slide my upper half back under the bed and stick my ass out. His low growl at my display sends shudders down my spine as my pussy slickens. That's all it takes. One fucking growl and I'm nearly in heat.
"Careful, Lila," he purrs as he settles in behind me. "I could take this as an invitation."
"You haven't touched me since we got back from Aurora," I whine as desperation coats my insides.
"That's not true," he teases as he gives my ass a light smack. "I remember taking your butt plug out while you touched yourself."
"But it's not you touching me. There's a difference."
"Ahhh. So there is. Is that what you want then? Do you want your stepbrother to slide your pants down and finger you while your dad is downstairs? Do you think he'll hear you? Do you think you can be quiet enough?"
My brain nearly short-circuits as I arch up like a messy, needy thing. His soft chuckle causes my pussy to clench on air as he skims his fingers over the swell of my ass.
"Look at you," he groans. "Already so fucking wet for me, aren't you?"
I merely nod as I bite down on my knuckles. Anything I say will not come out as rational words. Not when he's right there where I need him the most.
"Very well. But you have to be quiet. I don't want your dad to know what I'm doing to you behind closed doors. It's locked, right?"
Again, I nod and brace as he eases my pants down. The blue thong I took from the clinic rides up my ass, showing off almost every bit of me. At the lurid groan drifting from his lips, I feel as if I've made the right choice.
"Such a pretty color," he murmurs as he slides a finger under the band bisecting my cheeks. "The same shade as your eyes when I make you moan."
Heat tickles my cheeks as he drifts his fingers lower. So close. So fucking close. As I push back against him, he drifts away with another maddening laugh.
"Oh no. You're not in control here. Stay still. Stay perfectly fucking still."
Again, his fingertips dance along my entrance, skimming my lower lips until he finally reaches my clit.
They're already wet and slick as he circles it.
Pleasure surges through me, as a ragged moan slips past my lips, catching me off guard.
Instead of chastising me, he leans over and cups his hand around my mouth.
"I thought you were going to be my good girl," he groans in my ear as he teases my entrance with his fingertip.
"I thought you were going to be nice and quiet.
Or do you want Robert to hear? Hmmm? Just like Kyle.
Just like the people waiting outside the bathroom while I tasted your cunt, and you sucked me dry.
I think my little stepsister likes an audience. "
I don't. The very idea frightens me to my core. And yet, at his filthy insistence, my inner walls clench around him.
"That's what I thought." He slides in a little more, and I swear my eyes nearly cross.
"Such a horny little thing. Look at you sucking my finger deep inside you.
Just think. Soon. So very soon, it will be my cock in here, fucking you hard, taking your virginity away from you. And you know the best part?"
My body strains against him and need and lust coil in my gut. Saliva pools in my mouth and threatens to coat his hand as a fine sheen of sweat beads on my forehead. At this point, I don't care how he does it. I don't care who sees it. I just need to get off.
"The best part, my dear, sweet stepsister, is that you won't have a choice in the matter at all.
I'm going to tie you up and force you to take my cock.
" He slides his finger in deeper so he can graze that spot that makes my toes curl and slick leak out from my pussy.
"Every. Fucking. Inch. You're going to be stuffed so full you won't even be able to breathe.
And then, after you've taken that, you're going to take my knot.
I'm going to fucking ruin you for anyone else.
Even when you touch yourself, it will be hollow.
Even if you manage to somehow fist yourself, it won't ever be enough. "
A whine claws at my throat as he pulls out his finger. I grip the carpet as I chase after him, already desperate. Thankfully, he soon eases back in, but the stretch is fuller now.
"That's it, baby. That's two fingers right there. Feel how you clench around me? Feel how tight you are? Just think about what my cock is going to do to you."
I moan against his hand as I rock back and forth, fucking myself on his thick digits.
"Fuck my fingers, Lila. Get yourself off while I watch. God, you're fucking soaked. Do you hear it? Do you hear how wet you are?"
I should be humiliated by his words, but they only spur me forward. Reaching between my thighs, I graze my clit, not waiting for permission. Thankfully, he doesn't stop me.
His fingers slide in and out, never stopping, relentless. They hammer into my pussy, driving me closer and closer to orgasm. Pleasure undulates up and down my spine as I give into the sensations, letting it wash over me.
Need coils low in my belly each time he bottoms out. Dear God, it won't be long now. Just a few more strokes. Just a few more moments of rubbing my clit.
My mind threatens to fracture as he pulls out and forces three in me. The stretch is intense, causing my nerves to fray and everything in my brain to melt. Then, and only then, am I vaguely aware of an odd sound.
It's metallic, almost like a scraping. It's not me. It can't be me. As it's soon followed up by a loud knock, my brain finally catches up to what's happening. Dad's trying to come in.
Fear stabs me in the chest, forcing everything to stop. I try to shove Nate off of me, but he doesn't budge. Does he want to get caught? His fingers remain fully lodged inside me, teasing me, taunting me, even while they're not moving.
"Why's your door locked?" my dad grumbles from outside as he tries the handle again. "You never lock it."
My eyes panic as I squirm, desperate to throw Nate off of me. He simply smiles and shakes his head while thrusting his fingers in me again. Thankfully, he removes his hand from my mouth, allowing me to answer.
"I'm changing," I cry out. "Don't come in."
"In the middle of the afternoon? What's going on?" Again, the horrid sound of him jiggling the handle.
Nate, the horrible bastard he is, slams into me again, fucking me with his fingers while my dad waits just outside the door.
"Nothing. I just don't want to pack clothes that might not fit. I didn't think that would be too practical."
As I try desperately to appeal to my dad's logic, Nate slides his cock out of his pants and starts stroking. The scent of his precum hits my nose and I'm like a cat in heat. Biting down on my lip, I rock back and forth on his fingers as I do my best not to give myself away.
"Have you seen Nate? He's not in his room."
"No!" I cry out as he rams in again. "I think he said he was going out?"
His hand messes with the knob again. "Are you sure you're okay? You sound weird."
"S- sorry, Dad." I pause for a moment and keep the whimper of need at bay. "I got caught on the collar of a shirt. It's def too small. Gonna donate."
"Sounds good. As soon as you're done, bring them down and we'll bag them up so I can drop them off before my shift."
"Sounds good."
I clamp my hand over my mouth as Nate continues to jack off behind me.
There's no way of knowing if my dad is still there, just waiting to catch me in something, or if he's actually walking away.
Time ticks by as my stepbrother pleasures himself while his fingers are deep in my pussy.
Eventually, I hear the telltale sound of him walking away, and everything finally relaxes.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?" I snap under my breath.
"Giving you exactly what your filthy little pussy wants. Don't tell me you didn't get wetter knowing he could have caught us. Don't tell me your pussy isn't spasming even now as adrenaline rushes through your body."
Damn it. He's right. I can't tell him that, though.
"Thought so."
The smug tone in his voice should infuriate me, but all it does is make me want to sink back further onto his fingers.
"Oh, no you don't," he growls, pinning my hip in place as his strokes become more furious.
They graze my lower lips as he slides over his cock, up and down, but not where I need him. Not at my hungry clit where even now it buzzes and tingles as desperation leaves me panting.
Pushing me down, he slides his plump head up and down my pussy, coating his fingers and cock with my arousal. Lurid groans slip from his lips as he continues to torture both of us with his movements. I hold my breath as I try not to scream.
After a few more moments of torment, he presses his tip just at the entrance. He doesn't go in. He doesn't allow me to push back. He just hovers there, letting me feel his tantalizing heat as he continues to bump up against me while he strokes himself.
"You drive me fucking feral," he snarls under his breath. "Soon. So fucking soon I'm going to take you. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to claim you."
I freeze at his words. Does he really mean that? Part of me hoped, craved, and yearned for it. He hasn't even fucked me yet, but I know I'm his and his alone. Just knowing he wants to make it permanent causes butterflies to flip in my stomach until I'm damn near giddy.
With a soft grunt, his fingers dig into my hip as the hot splash of his cum sprays against my pussy. Burying my face in the carpet, I do my best not to cry out or mewl like a fucking cat in heat. It coats me, inside and out.
"Don't worry, little stepsister," he hums as he grazes my earlobe with his teeth. "I know I can't get you pregnant. Doesn't mean I don't want my cum in you, on you, and dripping out of every fucking hole."
He slides his fingers through the sticky mess and forces it into my pussy and smears his cum all inside my inner walls. Groaning, I let him defile me with his hands as I rock back and forth, rubbing my clit with renewed fury.
Soaked. Dripping. Sopping. So fucking wet. I slip about, sliding everywhere as our combined fluids coat every inch of my pussy. He drives into me, fucking me hard with his fingers as I touch myself.
Thankfully, it doesn't take me that long to have everything coiling back up again. Thoughts of Dad disappear as I struggle not to scream while being pounded from behind. All I can think about is pleasure as he pushes my other hand aside and touches me instead.
I grip the bed and bite down into the mattress as he forces an orgasm out of me—hard and fast. My thighs shake as pleasure rolls through and refuses to stop. All this edging, all this torture, all of it pours out of me as I moan long and low into the fabric muffling the sound.
He doesn't stop. His fingers keep moving until I jerk away from the sensation. Too much. Far too much. Breaths come in ragged gasps as I sag against the bed and try to force air into my lungs.
Nate slides up behind me and wraps his arm around my waist as he pours the warmth of his body into my jagged, shattered soul.
"Good, fucking girl. You came so beautifully. Stay there and let me clean you up."
He walks over to the bathroom, and I lie there in a puddle as the water runs in the sink. How is this my life? How in the hell did my wildest fantasies come true? And with my stepbrother, no less?
By the time he walks back in with a warm rag, a nagging thread of anxiety coils through my chest. His touch is gentle as he cleans me off, but my brain lies to me. It tells me this isn't true. It can't be.
"Penny for your thoughts, sweetheart."
"None of this makes sense."
"There's a lot in none. You're going to have to narrow it down."
As he drags the rag away, I turn and look at him as I try to push aside the hope and longing welling up.
"Is it all just to get me off?"
He quirks an eyebrow and tilts his head. "Again. You're going to have to narrow the field. I've said a lot of shit to get you off."
"The claiming me part?" I detest how soft and forlorn my voice sounds as I turn my face toward the floor.
I can't bear to see the look on his face. His strong fingers reach out and turn me toward him, not allowing me to look away.
"You listen to me, Lila Anne Bennett. I may talk a lot of shit. I may push your boundaries. But when I said I was going to claim you, I meant it. You're mine. You will always be mine. And fuck anyone who tries to take you away from me. Even Robert."
"Y- you'd stand up to my dad for me?"
"Baby, I'd do whatever I had to if it meant keeping you by my side. Even if it means never seeing my mom again. Even if it means you and me against the world. I don't care. You matter. You will always matter."
"But… how can you say that? You really don't know me. The last time you saw me—"
"The last time I saw you, we both had a whole hell of a lot of growing up to do. Thankfully, the military is good for that. I'm solid, stable, and more than capable of shouldering any burden you think to throw my way."
"I thought you hated me."
He rolls his eyes. "The piss thing? I thought we settled that."
"No. Not the… piss thing…" I stammer as my voice lowers. "Just, all of it. I don't understand how this is all happening. It feels so fast."
"I've never hated you. I hated myself for the desire I felt for you. I was convinced it was wrong. But baby, if loving you is wrong, I don't ever want to be right."
He leans in and slides his lips against mine as his fingers glide into my hair to pull me even closer. It's not a hard kiss. It's not rough or ragged or even unyielding. It's something far more dangerous.
There's a tenderness there, a longing, a desire I've never felt from him before. With that kiss, everything clicks into place. For the first time, I can finally believe him, believe us.
Pulling away, he gives me a soft smirk. "Think you can last a few more days?"
"Will you finger fuck me like that every night until we move out?" I counter.
"Absolutely not. If I touch you again, I'll fuck you and mark you, and I refuse to lose control like that."
A heavy sigh slips from my lips as I force myself to rise from the floor. "In that case, I guess I better find a shit-ton of clothes to donate."
"You do that, and I'll sneak out the window and meet you downstairs." As I turn, he snakes out his hand and drags me back to him to brand me with a punishing kiss. "Just a few more days, and I promise you'll greet the new year with a bang."