begging. Keep fucking asking for it if you don't want your new friend to get hurt."
"Please, I..." June blinks away the tears from her eyes. "Please, come inside her. Please. Fill her up. Give it to her. Do it."
Her words are bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm, and I feel my cock throb with unspilled seed. I groan, knowing I'm getting closer and closer to the release I've been craving all fucking day. "You want it, June? Ask again. Ask like you really fucking mean it. Or else..."
"Please!" She's desperate now, whether for her own sake or Marissa's, I don't know or particularly care about. "Come in her, Parker! Fill her with your cum!"
I groan. My balls are heavy, my dick is fucking throbbing, and I stare into June's eyes as I unload in my toy's cunt, wishing it were my little sis. But I need to bide my time. After all, I have plenty.
Marissa's body sways as I fill her up, and I pull my still-throbbing cock from her hole and show it off to June with a wicked smirk. "Clean it."
She turns her head to the side in disgust. "No."
"What did I fucking say about that word, Junebug? I'm going to beat it out of your fucking vocabulary if I have to. Now lick."
Reluctantly, she opens her mouth, and I push my tip in her mouth, groaning as her tongue swirls around my cockhead. Goddamn, she's good at this. Jealousy twists my stomach into knots as I start to fuck her mouth, making her choke. I could come again right now, but I hold back, waiting until my stepsister has made my dick spotless. Then I pull out and approach Marissa, who's lying, dripping on the floor. I reach between her legs and scoop out the load I've put in her pussy while June watches with wide eyes.
"See this, June? Look at how big my load was... That's because of you." I approach her, cupping my palms with the cum in them. "This is going in you, June."
"No, I—" She stops herself just in time, and I grin at her. I'm still holding the knife in my other hand, and I'm more than willing to use it. In fact, I'm just looking for an excuse to carve either of the girls up. I kneel next to my stepsister, spreading her legs and glancing at her panties.
They're fucking wet.
My eyes meet with hers, burning with surprise. Her own gaze is filled with shame, and she won't look at me. I feel sorry for her then. This pretty girl is so lost in her own idea of what's right that she can't even admit all of this is a fucking turn-on.
I don't let myself dwell on the thought. Instead, I use the knife to cut through her panties.
June's pussy is waxed bare. I grin at her as I part her pussy lips. She cries out as I force my cum-covered fingers inside her. She's so fucking wet. So impossibly tight. And I can barely resist the siren call of that sweet little cunt.
I look deep into her eyes as I fuck my load into her tight little hole.
"There you go," I tell her with a gentleness that even surprises me. "You get to keep it, little sis... Maybe it'll even take, and you'll be left with a cute, chubby-cheeked reminder of our time together."
I smirk at her crestfallen face, wiping my fingers on her lips before dragging Marissa out of the basement and plunging the room into darkness.
36
June
The days are passing, and no one comes for me. I don't understand it and keep hoping someone will remember to check this house, find something that leads them to believe I'm here. But it doesn't happen, and my savior doesn't come.
Parker is insane; I've come to realize this once and for all. The slightest thing throws him off guard. I'm getting sick in the damp and cold basement. I sneezed while he was painting me once, and it sent him into an insane rage. He tore the canvas he was working on before coming toward me with his fists ready to strike. He seemed to calm down some when I raised my hands in front of my face to protect myself.
"I won't hurt you, little sis," he said, his voice painfully raspy. I think it was the first thing he said that day, being too caught up in his art and his mad mind. "I can't hurt you. I need