“Please, fuck me. I want my big brother’s thick cock deep in my tight pussy. Show your little sister how much you want her sweet cunt.”
“Thatta girl. Lock your leg around my waist.”
Stella wraps her leg around me. I unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants, dropping them to the ground. I don’t need any prep work. One look at her, and I’m hard as a rock. I grab her wrists in one hand and slam her arms above her head. I line my cock up with her entrance and go in with one rough thrust.
“Oh, god,” Stella moans as she gazes down to where we’re joined.
“You’re taking your big brother’s cock so well. You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you, little sis?” I pull out of her, and she sighs in protest. I flip her around and press her tits against the windowpane. “Stare out at the city, sister. Look at how open and exposed you are. Imagine someone out there watching you fuck your brother like a whore, whacking off their thick cocks thinking about your sweet cunt being railed by your brother.”
Chapter Seventeen
STELLA
Axel’s words are dirty and taboo, and they should turn every part of me off because they’re sick and twisted. But they don’t. The more he talks, the more I want him, and the more I crave him.
Axel’s hands are rough. He grabs my side and squeezes, making me yelp. “What are you, sis?
“A dirty girl,” I whisper.
Axel pulls my hair, his cock pounding mercilessly into me. He grazes his teeth against my shoulders until he meets the delicate part of my neck. He kisses me there sweetly before he sinks his teeth in, cutting through the skin. The bite hurts, but the pain doesn’t last long because Axel’s finger is on my clit as he laps at the blood trickling from my neck.
“I want to mark every part of you. Sink my teeth into every inch of your flesh. I’m going to take you rough, Stella. It’s going to hurt, but know this: I’ll always protect you. I’ll be the best big brother.”
His hand moves back to my throat, his grip tighter than before. He’s pressing so hard I think I might pass out or die.
He pulls my head to the side. “Open wide for big brother.”
I barely have my mouth open before he spits into it. The act is so degrading but so hot.
“Swallow my spit, Kitten. Show big brother how well his little slut sister listens.” I swallow, and Axel smiles. “Good girl.”
“What’s happening here?” a deep voice asks behind us. Ronan. “Is this a private party, or can anyone join?”
Axel slaps my face with his free hand while his fingers constrict my throat. “Want Ronan to join us, sis, or do you wanna keep big brother’s cock all to yourself?”
He forces his fingers in my throat, gagging me as he continues to pound his enormous cock into me, moving faster and faster, in and out. I’m lost in the misty fog of pain and pleasure, making it hard to concentrate on his question. He restricts my vocal cords between his fingers in my mouth and his hand around my throat, making it hard for me to breathe. My arms are plastered to the window above my head as if conditioned to stay in place. He’s a puppet master, and I’m his puppet. I’m in ecstasy because I like not having control.
Not thinking relieves the pressures that have been on me my entire life. I’ve always had to worry about myself, Mom, and school. All the things a child shouldn’t be concerned with have weighed heavily on my shoulders.
“I want him,” I gasp, trying to speak with my vocal chords restricted.
“Where do you want him, Kitten?” Axel moves his fingers toward my ass. “Do you want Ronan in your ass while your brother pounds your pussy, or do you want your big brother to take you from behind while you suck Ronan’s big fat dick?”
“I want you to fuck me while Ronan fucks you.”
“Is that what you want, Kitten? For your bother to be fucked up the ass while he fucks his sweet little sister’s cunt?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Ronan, fuck my big brother. Cum in his ass while he cums in my pussy.”
I’ve never been a vocal person during sex. Not that I’ve had much, but I feel like I can let go with these three. They won’t look down on me when I ask for what I want. They’ll encourage it. They may be unorthodox and do things that would make them evil in the eyes of many, but when it comes to me, it’s different. They treasure me. They value me, and most of all, they need me as much as I need them.
Ronan steps up to me, and our eyes lock. He presses his lips roughly to mine, but I crave the need behind them. One hand fists my hair while the other grips my jaw as his tongue probes my mouth, and our tongues dance in a battle of wills. The kiss is passion combusting in need, and I’m consumed by it.