Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
She looks up, her mouth a perfect O. “I—yes, I think so.” She laughs, but it sounds like panic.
I let the silence settle in. When I do speak, it’s slow and careful, each word its own small cruelty.
“I want to continue our conversation from this morning, and to fulfill my responsibilities,” I say, and her cheeks go pink, her gaze sliding away to the skyline.
“What do you mean?” Kayleigh whispers.
I reach down, two fingers under her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “I want to do what’s required of me. I think it’s my duty, as your big brother, to make sure your innocence is still intact.”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “You did that this morning already.”
I lean in, let my breath brush her ear. “Right, but you have more than one cherry, sweetheart. This morning gave me a taste of your pussy cherry. Now, I want to check your anal cherry, Kayleigh. You know we’re thorough in this family.”
She gapes, not quite believing me. “That’s not— That’s not even a thing, Trevor. I mean, there’s no hymen in my ass—”
I laugh, low in my chest. “There are other ways.”
“How?” she gasps.
I smirk. “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.”
She shakes her head, scandalized but not moving away. Her big breasts heave and I can see the flush of excitement creeping up her neck.
“But we’re step-siblings,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s wrong. You shouldn’t be touching me that way.”
“Yeah, but we’re not related by blood,” I correct. “And you sent me those pictures, Kayleigh. This is your fault. You made this my business.”
She doesn’t argue. She just stares at the glass, and I watch her pulse leap at the base of her throat.
I let her sit with it. Then, softly: “Take off your dress, sweetheart. I have work to do, and I want to get started.”
Kayleigh freezes. She’s caught between titillation and flat-out refusal, and I can see the war on her face. Her hands go to the hem of the dress, but she can’t quite do it.
I crouch in front of her, close enough that I can smell the wine on her breath. “You can do it, Kayleigh. You want this. You want to know what it feels like, don’t you?”
She nods, tiny and hesitant, and her hands move.
She stands, awkward in the tall heels, and her fingers fumble with the bottom of the dress. She works it up, inch by inch, over her thighs, her hips, her waist, and finally over her head. She’s nude underneath, just as I guessed. No panties, no bra—just the white indent from the bandage dress crossing her back, and the flush of pink across her chest.
Holy fuck, she’s gorgeous. Her body is even better than this morning, if that’s possible: full, heavy breasts with bright pink nipples, a little soft around the middle but tight at the waist, hips flaring out in a womanly way. There’s a perfect, manicured dusting of blonde above her pussy, and her thighs are smooth and white. The effect is obscene but so fucking sexy, especially with the high heels elongating her legs.
She stands there, hands at her sides, chest rising and falling fast, pussy beginning to gleam.
“What do I do, Trevor?” she whispers, eyes huge. “Tell me.”
I make her wait. I circle her once, hands behind my back, inspecting every inch. I want her to feel it: the male gaze, the hunger, the certainty that she’s exposed herself and can never take it back.
“Sit down,” I say, and she does, folding herself carefully onto the white leather, hands covering her breasts until I shake my head, and she drops them, revealing the huge orbs.
“Now, Kayleigh,” I say, “I want you to spread your legs. Then, bring your knees up to your shoulders.”
She gasps because obviously, she’s going to be exposing everything, but the authority in my voice makes her obey. She leans back, legs trembling, and draws her knees up, feet in the air. The sexy blonde’s blushing hard now, hands gripping her knees to hold them back.
I kneel between her legs, face inches from her steamy cunt.
“Now extend your feet and grab the laces of your shoes,” I say. “Hold on tight.”
Kayleigh gasps again, but it’s obvious she wants this. As soon as I say the words, I see a small trickle of clear fluid oozing from her cunt, hot and delectable. Sure enough, she reaches up, and grips the thin white laces that spiral around her ankles, knuckles whitening as she pulls. The motion opens her fully, and I can see everything: the soft, plush lips of her pussy, already wet and glistening; the pale pink pucker of her anus, tight and a little shiny in the light, flexing a bit as if it’s breathing. The skin on her inner thighs is flawless, untouched except for the faintest bruise from my mouth earlier.