the furthest thing from a nightmare.
Naked, spread-eagled, chained to a brick-faced wall that could have been a prop in a Dracula movie…she’s the epitome of virginal innocence. Pale skin, bright eyes, lustrous hair.
A body begging to be abused.
A pussy ready to clench around my dick.
And a wet, succulent mouth already open and trembling for a kiss.
My knees are wide as they can go. I shove my sweats down my thighs, baring my cock. Pressing it to my stomach, I stroke the underside of my shaft.
Candy struggles against her bonds as I draw closer. Her perky breasts jiggle, and she licks her lips as if they’ve gone dry.
I reach her a moment later, and stroke my fingers down her belly.
My cock throbs hotly against my stomach. I grab it and twist my stroke as I move my grip up and down my dick, swiping a thumb over my crown to collect the lube leaking from my tip.
Christ, my eyes are glued shut. I thought that video was good, but I’ve never full-on jerked off to the thought of my stepsister before.
But I’ve gone too far. I can’t stop now.
My fingertips stroke her wet pussy.
In real life, I have a death grip on my cock as I bring myself closer and closer to the edge, one long, lingering stroke at a time.
Candy’s mouth falls open, her body jerking as I start fingering her. She says my name, licks her lips, her breasts jiggle as she tries to get away from my touch.
Because it’s wrong.
We can’t do this.
But here I am, lining my cock up with her dripping pussy as she begs me not to fuck her.
As if I’d ever do that.
Fuck.
I’m close.
I bite down on my lip, thrusting into my own grip as I imagine sinking the first inch of my dick into Candy’s soaking pussy.
She lets out a desperate mewl.
Begging me to stop.
Jesus.
My body stiffens.
A gasp as I ram myself balls deep inside Candy.
Fuck, she’s so tight. So wet. Hot.
Cum hits my bared stomach, trickles down my fingers. I shudder, almost drawing blood from my lip as my climax engulfs me.
There’s a sound behind me.
Somehow, despite the euphoria drowning me, I realize it’s not in my imagination.
I look over my shoulder, my bottom lip still caught in a ruthless bite.
Candy stands a few feet away, face pale and eyes as wide as in my fantasy.
Then she bolts rabbit-quick from my room, leaving the door wide open behind her.
It takes everything—
Every
Fucking
Thing
—I have not to go after her.
Instead, I stroke myself one last time and finally release my lip.
Copper in my mouth.
Cum all over my hands.
Hardcore bondage playing out on my thirty-inch screen.
She must have seen what I was watching.
I should be ashamed.
Instead, a final shudder tears through me as my eyes drift closed.
Our hips slam into each other, and she lets out a desperate, breathless, Jo!
Chapter Seven
Candy
My heart’s about to pop out of my chest. I’m standing with my back pressed against my bedroom door. I even locked it, just for good measure.
Holy freaking hell.
I put a hand over my chest and will myself to stop panting.
It doesn’t work.
I just got the shock of my life.
When I close my eyes, they barely stay closed a second before popping open again.
His eyes!
I hadn’t realized, what with his music blaring, that I’d been walking into a masturbation session. I get that he was pissed off, and that’s exactly why I was in his room in the first place—I’d wanted to apologize.
I mean, crap, I’ve never had a sister. Especially not one as…Well, Emma’s not exactly independent, is she? And that’s what keeps throwing me about the girl. She’s like ten years old, so I keep expecting her to be able to do things for herself. But she doesn’t act her age. I guess she can’t.
I forgot that. I guess it will take me a while to get used to having someone like her in my life.
Holy crap—even just having a brother is turning out to be a massive adjustment.
Who the hell jerks off at home at like three-thirty in the afternoon? It’s broad daylight outside. Why doesn’t he wait until everyone’s asleep—
Like you?
I shove away the thought and gingerly step away from the door.
Somehow, I’m still expecting him to storm in here with that ravenous look in his eyes.
I shiver and hug myself hard.
Why didn’t he say something? I’d knocked like five times before I went inside.
At least now I’ll know.
Josiah Bale is not to be disturbed.
Like, ever. Ever, ever…just in case.
The afternoon’s events