KASMINE.
He always did that... Using his Alpha command on me, leaving me completely vulnerable to his will.
I knelt down without an iota of will of my own, and I saw the satisfaction in his eyes when he closed the distance between us.
"Why?" I whispered, "I am your sister, Kes..." I tried to reason with him, but he had gone past his reasoning. This was madness.
"You are not my sister. You are Mine. Tonight will confirm it, and you won't regret it, I promise," His voice was softer now, and his eyes held a warmth that wasn't there a moment ago. "You make me lose control, Kasmine... I never lose control. That should tell you a lot about what you're doing to me. I have no control over it."
"I don't want this..." I sniffed, placing both palms on both his thighs to keep him from coming any closer as his huge erection was only an inch away from my mouth.
I could smell his arousal, and it was so strong. The masculine scent of musk and spices wafted into my nostrils. He smelt as good as he looked.
I swallowed hard, trying to avert my eyes, but they betrayed me, drawn to the sinful sight of him stroking himself. The swollen, angry redhead glistened with precum, each stroke making him harder, more erect.
"I shouldn't want this either, but nothing's ever felt this right." His hand slid to the back of my head, fisting a handful of my hair in his hand, "You will want this... Especially after tonight."
Mathematics had never been my strong suit, yet here I was, becoming an expert in mental measurements. I was involuntarily applying what little I knew to measure the size of a man's cock.
This thing had to be pushing well beyond nine inches—closer to an unholy landmark. And the girth? It was enough to split any woman in half.
But then my gaze caught something else—a detail that sent shockwaves through my body. Beside the base of his length, inked boldly into the firm canvas of his skin, was my name. Kasmine.
I froze, my breath catching in my throat.
"You see it, don't you?" he murmured, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as his grip tightened at the back of my head. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to make me gasp. "I've always been obsessed about you, little sister."
"Now, open up and take my cock," He said through gritted teeth, clearly losing his patience.
"But... I've never done this before. I don't know how to."
"Lying doesn't suit you, love. I track your phone, remember? You've had more lessons on this than you've ever had in school." He smirked, "Now, suck." He commanded.
With one hand, I nervously reached for the base of his big cock, and I felt it jerk. It felt so hot and heavy. I felt the ridges of the veins in his cock.
"It's too big. I don't think I can get it all in my mouth," I said and looked up at him.
"I'll make it fit." He squeezed my hair, and I winced.
Taking in a shuddering breath, I stuck out my tongue, swirling it around the tip of his cock, and licking the salty precum which was oozing out of it.
The only thought that kept me sanely going was that I was doing this for Jake. Kester had killed a man because of me before. He could still do it again if he wanted to. I didn't want that.
I slowly wrapped my lips tightly around the head of his dick and began sucking, just as the ladies on those porn sites did. I lifted my gaze and saw his head tilted to the back as he let out a strained "Fuck," while he fisted my hair harder, guiding my pace.
There was something about the way he stiffened, the way his cock jerked in my mouth each time I took him an inch deeper into my mouth. It made me feel... Powerful, and I swear I felt liquid pooling between my legs, even though it was unintentional.
Does this mean I was doing it the right way?
His moans and grunts spurred me further. I opened my mouth wider, moving my tongue up and down the wide, rigid underside of his cock as I took in more of him. It truly does hurt, but it soon morphed into silent pleasure as a small moan escaped my mouth as I bopped in and out half his length. I couldn't take all of it.
I saw a triumphant smirk on his lips as my moans and whimper became even more frequent.
I never knew what it felt like to give a man pleasure. It was all new to me. And I didn't want it to end... I only wish it was with the right person.
"Fuck, Kasmine!" He gritted out in a strained tone. I lifted my gaze once more, and this time, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment as my eyes met his. "I thought you said you'd never done this before...?" He pushed my head harder to take more of his length as he kept mumbling something incoherent under his breath.
He looked down at me, his face holding utmost pleasure while he fucked my mouth like his life depended on it.
His length and size didn't make it easy for me. I struggled to keep up. Drool leaked out of the corners of my mouth with tears falling down my eyes.
Gods... I know this isn't right, but why does something so wrong feel this... Satisfying?
I moaned desperately when his thrusts became more urgent, the tip of his cock occasionally tapping at the back of my throat, making me want to puke.
His free hand moved from my face where he occasionally traced lazy caresses. I watched him bring it up to my face, and without warning, he pinched down on my nose, stealing the air out of my lungs.
I looked at him disapprovingly, but I couldn't speak. My mouth was too busy taking in something so forbidden.
I tried to pull back, but he held my head securely, that I couldn't move. My nails dug into his thigh while my eyes released more tears... But I couldn't tell if it was all tears of pain or pleasure. It was both.
Maybe because this was my first, I felt a strange kind of pleasure from being tortured in this manner - on my knees, breath seized, having him fuck my mouth without caring if I was losing my breath or not...
He sucked in a breath through his gritted teeth, his eyes rolling to the back, "Fuck! I love how your innocent, little mouth is wrapped around my cock. Right where it should be."
His words affected me so intensely that it made me want to please him more. I didn't want this - Whatever he was feeling - to end, knowing that I was the one making him feel so.
He released my nose, and I greedily sucked in air through my nose.
I suddenly became too shy that I could no longer steal occasional glances at him anymore.
"Eyes on me, Kasmine," He growled as his thrusts became faster, his hips jerking forward with a maddening speed that I held onto his thighs for support. "Good girl."
His loud groans filled the room, and the squishy sounds of lips against flesh only intensified the atmosphere. I was scared. What if Mum hears us?
The thought of it made my heart race. We were loud, but hopefully not loud enough.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't keep up with the brutality of his thrusts anymore. I tried to pull away, but his hand behind my head held me firmly in place while he snatched both my hands, which were still pushing against his thigh in his other hand, and held them up against his stomach.
I looked like a sinner who was praying to Selene for mercy. Only, this time, I wasn't praying. I was worshipping my stepbrother's cock.
I felt him stiffening while his cock grew bigger in my mouth as he let out a shattering growl before I felt hot liquid pumping into my mouth.
I gagged, attempting to free myself, but he didn't let go until every last drop of his cum dripped into my mouth.
He looked down at an impatient me, who couldn't wait to spit out whatever the fuck he had just poured into my mouth, and I saw his expression darken as he spoke, "Swallow... All of it."
His words left no room for arguments. I shook my head disapprovingly. My mouth was still stuffed with his cock. "Otherwise, I swear to Selene, I'll tie you to this bed and fuck your brains out."
Fear curled in the pit of my stomach, and I did as he said, swallowing his warm seed. It took everything in me not to puke all over his cock.
Satisfied, he withdrew slowly, savoring every moment as if it were his birthright, while I collapsed onto the cold floor.
He crouched before me, his fingers tilting my chin upward, forcing me to meet his deathly stare. "How many men have you done this with, Kasmine? Tell me the truth."
I froze, anger bubbling up as his question sank in. What the hell? I just told him—
"No one," I replied with anger and disgust in my voice. Reality was gradually setting in after the fraction of pleasure I thought I was feeling a moment ago. I hated myself. Hated him, too.
He stayed silent, his intense gaze stripping me bare as if trying to read the truth from my face. Then his lips curled into a wicked smirk, his thumb brushing against my swollen, aching lips. "Good," he murmured, his tone low and possessive, "It will stay that way, Kasmine. No other man will ever have you like this. Do you understand?"
I jerked my head away, glaring at him with all the defiance I could muster. "You're insane, Kester! You're not my boyfriend. You don't own me!" My voice cracked, the fury in my words barely masking the fear simmering underneath. "I'll get a boyfriend soon—someone normal—and I'll have a life of my own, whether you like it or not!"
For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something—rage, jealousy, maybe both—before his features smoothed into an unsettling calm, "I'd like to see you try. Go ahead, Kasmine. Test me. But let me warn you now—" He leaned closer, his lips hovering near my ear, "Any man who touches you will end up with his blood on your hands, not mine. Think carefully about what you want, little sister.
"Fuck you!" I spat the words straight to his face, and he smirked.
"Oh, don't be in such a rush, Mine," he said, his fingers lightly patting my cheek like I was nothing more than a pet acting out of line. His smirk returned before standing to his feet. " You'll certainly fuck me again—when I decide it. But not tonight."