CHAPTER1
August
“Clemmie...”
My voice trails off as she climbs on top of me. Her skinny ass points up as her bikini straps slip down her shoulders. Goddamn, her hard nipples taunt me through the shiny silver fabric. I’d give anything to suck on those pearly-pink pebbles until she moans my name. After I saw her changing, her perfect fucking tits are all I’ve been able to think about. Them, and the rest of her tight little body. It’s no accident I saw her either. She makes a habit of changing as soon as she hears my footsteps in the hall.
She likes me watching.
She wants me to.
Clemmie’s wet tongue licks down my chest in a straight line, but her giant green eyes stay fixed on mine. Her stare is vibrant and wild, illuminated by the blue flecks around her irises. No one can deny that she’s fucking hot. My cock strains under the fabric, ignoring my brain telling me this is wrong. This shouldn’t be happening. Yet, I can’t control myself.
“Clemmie, I told you to stop!” I say, more firmly this time. As firm as a guy with a raging boner can be. “Don’t you fucking listen?”
She giggles like it’s a game, but I’m not playing around. She’s my stepsister. It’s wrong, no matter how good she looks or how much I want her. We may not have grown up together, but I knew she needed a brother to protect her from the moment we met. I refuse to be like the others.
“If you wanted me to stop,” she says in a playful sing-song way that makes me want to ram my cock down her throat to silence her, “you wouldn’t be so hard for me, would you?”
“I can’t control it,” I hiss, unable to decide whether I’m more turned on or ashamed. How is it possible to feel those two things at once? “What do you expect to happen when you go and act like that?”
We’re still wet from swimming in the pool. Her skin glitters from the water, and droplets catch the light, making her sparkle. Going for a midnight swim with Clementine was a bad idea, but it’s become our nightly ritual since I moved in with her and our father last summer. It’s easy to see why Clemmie is fucked up after living with him.
I was lucky to get away. My parents had a brief romance. Mom moved in with him, but they separated a month after I was born, and we never looked back. Dad remarried a few years later, another blonde junkie just like Mom. When his new wife died suddenly, he was left with her three-year-old daughter from a previous relationship.Clemmie. He’s the only father she’s ever known... and he’s a monster.
When I can’t sleep, I question whether Clemmie will go the same way as my mom: dying in a state of perpetual bliss with a syringe stuck in her vein, but Clemmie doesn’t need drugs to get high. She’s never been part of the real world and doesn’t want to be.
Clemmie pauses and pouts. My dick rubs against my shorts, taunted by her pussy only a few inches away. All she has to do is slide down a little further. If she brushes against me, I’ll be gone and won’t be able to hold myself back, but I have to. Fuck, I have to.
“What’s wrong?” Her eyes fill with tears. From her reaction, you’d think that I’d slapped her. I should have. Being nice is what got me into this fucking situation. Coming to the pool house is a habit I should break. “Is something wrong with me?”
“There’s nothing wrong with you.” I reach to pull her close. My instinct to stop her pain overrides the rational side of my brain in a flash. My chest aches at the thought of hurting her, but she pushes me away and jumps up. The wet slap of her feet on the tiles echoes around the room as she marches to a deckchair. She flops down and brings her knees to her chest, refusing to look at me. “Don’t be like that, Clemmie. Come back and sit with me.”
Her head jerks in my direction, noticing how I saywithme, notonme.
“No!” she snaps, narrowing her eyes. A wild crazy stirs behind them. “Stay away from me.”
I should heed her warning.
“Look, it’s not that I don’t want to...”
I stand and start to walk to where she’s sitting, awkwardly shuffling to disguise my hard-on. I’m kidding no one. She looks even more fuckable when she’s in a sulk. Clemmie is a psycho, but she hypnotized me from the moment I laid eyes on her. She’s cast a spell on me that I can’t break.
“You’re a tease,” she explodes, rising from her chair. She saunters toward me, and a smug smile spreads over her face. She knows how to push my buttons, so whatever comes out of her mouth next will make me want to choke the life out of her. “If you won’t fuck me, Daddy’s friends will.”
I see red.
I fly at her and grab her by the throat. Unfortunately for her, it’s not an even match. I’m six-five and tower over her tiny five-foot frame. I wrap my hand around her neck, and my fingers tightly grip her ghostly pale skin. I use all my strength to slam her back against the wall with a crash. She gurgles as I yank her into the air, forcing the tips of her toes to graze the floor.
“You want them to fuck you, huh?” I demand, spraying her with my spit and fury. “Do you enjoy it when he makes you fuck them one after the other? All those sixty-year-old guys? Do you enjoy them coming inside you? Shooting your used pussy up with their dirty fucking loads?”
Clemmie’s grin widens. She isn’t afraid. Her cheeks flush from the lack of air, but she manages to laugh.
“Yes,” she replies breathily. “Real men aren’t afraid of fucking me.”
This is what she wants. She wants me to fuck her so badly that she’ll push me to do it, but I won’t. Not like this. No matter how much I want to. I can’t. I care too much about her to do that. Clemmie is part of me. I felt it as soon as we met; we share an invisible tie that I never want to break.
“They’re old!” I snarl, releasing my hold on her. “They’re so old that they need pills to stay hard.”