by Parker Ford
She nodded. “Okay.”
“Good, let’s start. Get down on your knees and suck my cock, little sister.”
She swallowed hard. Not because she didn’t want to. She’d actually given herself some nifty orgasms while imagining doing just that. It was more because of the way he said it. The gorgeous rude words that came off his lush lips to tickle her ears.
“Do it, Jordan. Get down and suck my dick.”
He pressed her shoulders and she lowered herself, dropping to her knees on the silly pink no-slip appliqué flowers. He’d picked pink on purpose, said it amused him. The rough adhesives bit into her kneecaps but she ignored it. When Gareth twisted his hand into her wet hair and tugged her toward him, she made as small inadvertent sound at the lust that flared inside her.
“I know. I know,” he whispered, pressing the head of his erection to her lips.
She licked him, parting her lips and relishing the silken glide of his flesh on her mouth. He was long and hard and she had to stretch her jaws to get him in as deep as she wanted. Her pussy flexed up tight and eager and she bowed her back some to get the right angle.
She imagined him taking her from behind, then. Some unknown man in her mouth, that person was irrelevant. But she pictured being filled up both ends. Gareth slamming deep into her pussy, his hand rough and strong on her hip, the other tangled in her hair to hold her.
She shivered, on the verge of orgasm. She hadn’t even touched herself.
“Don’t you do it,” he said in a warning voice.
Her heart sank but she impaled her mouth on him, gagging slightly to get him deep, trembling with pleasure when he grunted with satisfaction. She looked up at him for a moment, just to watch his face, just to see the emotion she could ring out of him with nothing but her lips and tongue.
“You don’t get to come yet, Jojo. This is about me and what I want. And I want to come in your mouth.”
She gasped when he said it and the vibration of her sound must have skittered through him because he groaned. He tugged her hair hard enough to bring prickling tears to the edges of her eyes but she loved it. She wished for nothing more than for something to fill her up, stretch her wide, get her off.
But Jordan had promised him she would behave. And she would. No matter how hard. Because she knew her brother well enough to know that when all was said and done, he’d make her happy. He’d reward her well.
“Deeper,” he said.
She struggled but made it, his hand was strong in her hair. The tug that caused a streaking bit of pain made the excitement she felt that much more. The combination of emotions was a heavy presence in her chest, her bliss was palpable and he must have felt it too. As she sucked him—even as he tried to slow his ragged breathing—he chuckled.
“Your nipples are so tight. I bet you’re wetter than hell.”
She wiggled a bit. His words stoking the heat between her legs, making her cunt tense up and beg for attention.
“Do you want me to come in your mouth, Jordan?”
She nodded, a small pleaful sound escaping her.
“I know, I know. You want me to.” He said it like he was soothing her. The water had cooled to tepid but was starting to heat again. “You want me to come in your mouth. On your pretty pink tongue. I want to leave small white trails on your pretty pink lips and a small streak of my come on your soft cheek.”
Her pussy was on the verge of spasm. She was right there, just from hearing him talk. She shifted on her knees and he tugged her hair. “None of that. Just enjoy the torment. Enjoy the lack of pleasure. In the end, it’ll make the real deal that much more succulent.”
She froze, listening to him—sucking his cock hard enough to elicit another groan from him. When he rammed himself deep, holding her hair, fucking her mouth, she made that whimper-sigh-moan sound again.
“Fuck,” he growled. “I’m coming.”
And he was. The rich salty rush of it on her tongue was overwhelming She tried to swallow and as he pulled free her tongue darted out to slide along the silken soft length of him. He did as promised, jetting some come across her lips, her cheek and in her hair.
He grinned at her, bending at the waist to kiss her. His own lips pressing to hers, his semen still smeared on her face. That did Jordan in even more. The mingled fluid and shower water with the kiss.
“I’ll give you yours later but you must behave.”
“I will.”
“I plan to make you come, little sister.”
She blinked at him, water dripping in her eyes, her own moisture dripping from between her legs.
“Hard,” he clarified.
“Okay” was all she could think to say.
“Because I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“But first…I plan to make you cry, little sister. And beg. And when I fuck you…it will just be so good you’ll cry again.”
Jordan believed him.
Chapter Sixteen
“What do you like? What do you like?” She kept repeating it like a mantra as he led her to his room.
Jordan glanced at her room and wondered when she could get in there to see the marriage certificate from their dad. It only offered her a brief distraction as Gareth tugged her down the short hallway.
“I like a lot of things.” His voice was all intention and dark smoke and hidden corners. Fear laced with excitement lanced through her.
“What?” she asked again. Her voice a little desperate—which seemed to make him smile.
“I like you. I like fucking. I like to see a pretty girl tied up on my bed. Waiting for me. While I take care of business and such. To know she’s there. To know you’ll be there makes my dick hard. It makes me want to do things for that girl. Things that make her say my name in that…way.”
She’s said his name in that way while alone. Many nights with Gareth as her wet dream, her dirty fantasy, her masturbatory fodder. She blushed hotly and stumbled a little as he tugged her again.
“On the bed, Jordan.”
When he hovered over her, she thought he was going to plunge into her. Fuck her again. And she was ready—beyond ready—wet and hot and swollen. The pout between her legs felt beyond ripe. Like she would come on entry and then again when the true fucking started.
But he didn’t. He reached under the side of his bed and drew up a black sash. But it wasn’t a sash. It was a tie. He tied her wrist and then moved to the other side. After tying that wrist, he kissed her—soft but demanding. Teasing, really. His tongue trailed her from neck to belly button and he sucked gently there so she felt the tug and echo of it in her cunt.
He drew a hot wet line from there to her mound, resting the ridge of his teeth to her flesh, clamping his mouth over her sex but not moving. Not a suck, not a lick, not a tease, just the humid exhalation of his breath over her pussy.
Then he was tying her ankle and her head was spinning. Busy praying, wishing, hoping he’d come back and lick her until she came.
Instead of that, he stood and pulled on a pair of jeans and then a checkered red shirt hanging on the bed post. “I have a job to check out real quick and then I was going to grab a steak for dinner. I’ll be back.”
His grin was beautiful—full of humor and a touch of malice. Rage shot through her. “Are you really leaving me here? I thought you meant you’d be around the house!” she thumped her useless arms and legs against the mattress.
Gareth chuckled. “Go on. Get pissed. It makes it sweeter in the end.”
“Gareth,” she hissed. It was fear, really. Just fear hiding behind anger. She wasn’t mad, she was terrified.
“Relax, Jordan. The job is only fifteen minutes away. The grocery store less than that. And I’ll be prone to hurrying knowing I have my beautiful sister tied to the bed. Naked. Waiting for me.” He ran a finger up her instep and her body jumped and her blood leapt.
Jordan tugged at her bonds, even though she knew there was no way it would help. He chuckled and she growled. “G
areth Michael Davis. Let me out.”
He traced the bottom of her other foot with the tip of his finger and said softly, “You said you’d behave.”
She froze even though that light tickling touch had produced a gush of wetness between her thighs and her skin was a rash of tight tingly goose bumps.
“Didn’t you?” he asked, cocking his head. He was goading her. Putting her in her place. Playing the one card he knew always worked with her. Honor.
Jordan was fanatical about keeping her promises.
“I did.” She said it through gritted teeth which made him chuckle again.
“I won’t be long,” he said, kissing one knee and then the other. She studied the fall of his dark blond hair over his forehead. His handsome profile. The curve of his body as he bent over her.
Another rush of fluid and she felt her cheeks bloom with yet another blush of embarrassment. Gareth studied her and drawing it out—to make her tremble—he put a hand between her legs and thrust a finger into her. Testing her. And proving to her how wet she was.
“Nice’ he said, pressing his thumb to her clit for a single instant and then withdrawing his hand a split second after her heart sped up and her head went light and woozy. “Be right back.”
He patted her thigh and was gone.
She wanted to cry but refused. She wanted to scream but refused. She wanted to thrash and yank at her bonds but knew it would do no damn good. So she sprawled there, thinking.
*****
What had her name been?…Jordan tried to remember. It had been a D like Davis. That stuck in her mind. He’d recited the names to her. The name on her mother’s previous marriage certificate. And the one that had been on Doug’s certificate.
“What was it…what was it!” she growled. “Think girl.” It was hard to think when you were naked and bound and a bit angry. And scared. Don’t forget scared.
“It was a D like Davis but not Davis. It was B and D. Doug Davis married B and D. Doug Davis married Barbara…Benradette…Bonnie! Bonnie is a B and the D is Donaldson.”
She let out a victorious woop and struggled for a moment to do a happy little dance. She’d done it. Now she could start with that. Possibly there was more information in the box of files on Bonnie and where to locate her. She could do that. Talk to this Bonnie woman on Gareth’s behalf. Things went well with Tom Sweet, why not Bonnie.
“I can set him up with a woman in his life who won’t leave him,” she whispered.
She knew this plotting was to distract herself. Her stomach roiled with butterflies and nerves and her pussy ached, a constant thumping pulse drove her mad between her legs. She shifted restlessly, pushing her legs together hard and then realizing it made the aching thump worse.
Time had passed but not enough. How the fuck long was he going to be gone? How long would it take to check a job? What kind of job? How far away? And what if—
She heard the door and froze. “Gareth?”
Nothing.
Movement through the house—footsteps down the hall—rustling in the kitchen.
“Gareth!” she yelled a little louder. But then suddenly terrified it wasn’t Gareth she bit off another shout.
Cabinets slamming and the basement door opening. She glanced round the room, heart thundering, and realized for the first time the bedroom window slats were open and angled down.
Jesus, anyone next door at the Weil’s house could see right in here. A bound and naked woman. Maybe not my face but still…
She cringed. What would happen if the neighbors knew. “Flash mob with pitchforks and torches before we can even explain we don’t think we’re related by blood?”
“Talking to yourself again?” he asked softly from the doorway.
She had somehow missed the sounds of him moving down the hall despite her red alert. Jordan let out a little startled cry and jumped. “Damn it.”
“I thought you heard me come in–you were calling me.”
“And you weren’t answering me,” she hissed.
“So did you think someone broke in to stock the kitchen?”
She swallowed hard and struggled just a bit when he unbuttoned his fly. He moved slow, with malicious intent and hunger in his eyes.
“N-no,” she whispered.
“I didn’t want to answer you. Because I wanted you to wait. And sweat. And worry.”
“The blinds are open,” she blurted.
“I know. You’re face isn’t visible.”
“But—“
“I like part of my girls visible. And you are the girl now. I like you visible. A little…”
“I—“
“Have you behaved?”
“Yes.” An incredible stab of lust assaulted her and her voice cracked.
“What did you do when I was gone?”
“Thought.”
“About what?”
“You,” she whispered. Not a lie, but she wouldn’t be admitting her plot over Bonnie Donaldson.
“I thought about you too,” he said, pushing his jeans down and kicking them away. His fingers worked the buttons one at a time but his gaze stayed pinned on her. “It made my cock hard.”
She shifted on the bed, rustling the sheets with her body as she tried mightily to release some of the need she felt.
“Are you still wet for me?”
Gareth spoke so low that she had to struggle to hear him. Jordan had to focus every bit of energy on hearing his words over the drumbeat of her blood in her ears.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He leaned over her, predatory and beautiful, and slid two fingers deep inside of her. It brought her down to a hum, that touch. All the air escaped her and the hyper-awareness she felt as his touch invaded her body was audible in the noise that flew past her lips.
“Good. Now listen up. Do not come. Not until I tell you to.” His green eyes bored into her and she flushed hotly before suddenly growing cold.
Jordan chewed her lip and watched him move to straddle her. He had a sleek and sinewy animal grace that mesmerized her.
“Did you hear me?”
She nodded.
“Do you understand?”
She nodded again, on the verge of tears.
“Then what’s wrong?” He smiled, looking patient and beautiful…and in control. His fingers stroked her cheek. “Tell me, Jordan. Talk to me.”
“I don’t know if I can…not come, I mean!”
Chapter Seventeen
“Why don’t you just try,” he said. But he said it like it would be a bad idea to fail.
Jordan’s skin rippled with nervousness, her stomach bottomed out. But she forgot it all when Gareth drew the tip of his cock along the outer edges of her nether lips. The pressure was nearly overwhelming and he wasn’t even near her clit.
“You just do your best,” he said, his voice seductive and rough. “Not to come.”
He slid the head of his cock along the other side, effectively circling her inner lips and building the pressure that started a heady bang of blood in her clitoris.
When he nudged in between her folds to press the tip of himself to her swollen clitoris, she clutched at her own bonds.
She was so wet, so fucking wet she could feel her own moisture on her upper thighs. She spread her legs, wantonly. Wanting him to see how red and flushed and ready she was. How wet and plump her pout was. She arched her hips—terrified she would come but also hoping against hope that she would.
Gareth drove into her, his big hands on her shoulders, pinning her to the bed. His body slammed her body and she was pushed a few inches up on the mattress. He was so rough—it was so fucking good—she cried out. The ties on her ankles tightened with the impact even as the ones on her wrists loosened a bit.
Gareth lowered his mouth to her ear and started to talk. That’s when she knew she was in trouble.
“When I would lie down here at night in my bed, I’d think about you. I’d masturbate to dirty fantasies about my own sister.”
“O
h God,” she breathed, that familiar tightening already starting. “Don’t Gar—”
“Hush up, little sister,” he said amiably, reminding her of her promise. “You don’t tell me what to do, I tell you what to do.”
She nodded, chewing her lip even as her hips jolted up to meet him, her cunt gripping tight to take him. She sighed and he started to talk again, his breath hot on her ear.
“I wondered what was wrong with me. Most boys hated their sisters. Most of them couldn’t stand the sight of their sisters. Me, I was fucking in love with my sister. I beat off thinking about her pretty pink pussy. Thinking about taking her small perfect breasts in my hands and pinching her nipples until she cried. But then begged me to do it some more.”
Jordan felt her inner muscles flicker, the blood quickening in her brain and growing heavy and in intense in her pelvis. With each driving thrust, his sharp pelvic bone banged her clit and the pressure and need for release inside of her grew bigger. So big she felt it would push her under and she’d simply disappear.
She wished she could wrap her legs around his waist and tilt herself to take him deeper. She wished she could use the muscles in her thighs to thrust up to meet him but her ankles were bound. She wished she could say anything that made sense but couldn’t because he’d reduced her to soft sighs and needy sounds.
“I thought I was crazy. Wanting you. Dreaming about you. Getting myself off to thoughts of fucking you, taking you every way that I could imagine. Fucking your mouth. Your pussy. Your ass.” He pushed his lips to her earlobe when he said that one and Jordan felt the first sudden jolt of release.
She was never going to make it.
“You’re so tight and wet, Jordan. You’re going to come. Aren’t you?”
“No.”
It was a lie.
“Yes, you are. Very soon. You like to hear how you made me come undone all those years.”
He grasped her hips in his hands, his body crushed to hers—pinning her down—as the thrust in a faster tempo. His hipbones banged hers hard enough to bring a flash of pain to her nearly crushing pleasure.
“No,” she whispered.
Another lie.
“I watched you once, in your room. Did you know?”