Page 3 of Brother's Little Birthday Girl

“Your brother wants to fuck you,” Peter says, and although Layla’s eyes widen, she doesn’t seem shocked.

I casually tuck my hands in my pockets and remain calm. “I’d like a moment alone with my sister.”

“See, he’s not even denying it.” Peter looks to Layla for confirmation that I’m a disgusting piece of shit, but she doesn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Can you give us a moment alone, Peter?” She smiles, but it’s totally fake. He doesn’t seem to notice and eventually lets out a heavy sigh.

“Are you sure?” When Layla nods, he reluctantly lets her go and leaves us alone.

Once we’re alone, I hold my arms out. and Layla comes running straight into them. “You okay?” I ask as I kiss the top of her head and hold her close.

“I’m okay. But was that true? Is that why they sent you away?” She leans back to look up at me with those beautiful green eyes. They are so much like mine, but hers are brighter, like she’s been untouched from the darkness of the world.

“They said I loved you too much.” I slide my hand down her back and then cup her ass. The dress she’s got on is so fucking hot, but all I want to do is rip it off of her.

“That’s impossible.” She smiles, and for the first time I catch a hint of alcohol on her breath. “You can’t love me too much.”

“He wasn’t wrong. I do want to fuck you.” I turn us around and push the door closed before pressing her against it. “But first I want to taste you.”

“Knox?” Her hands stay on my shoulders as I go to my knees in front of her.

“I got you a birthday present.” I say as I push her dress up her thighs and around her waist. “Let me give it to you.”

Her breath hitches when I reach for her panties and pull them down just a little. Leaning forward, I bury my face in her soft pussy and moan in pleasure. She’s completely bare, and my tongue is slippery against her wet folds.

“Oh god, Knox. This is so bad.” Her fingers grip my hair, and she pulls hard, but I don’t move.

“You like it,” I tell her and look up. She’s staring down at me as I lick between her pussy lips and over her clit. She’s fighting it, but I keep going.

“Stop,” she whispers as her eyelids lower. “Knox, don’t stop.” This time when she grips my hair, she’s pushing me tighter against her pussy.

When I cover her clit with my mouth and suck, she screams in pleasure and cums on my face. Her hips buck forward on their own, and then her legs shake. I have to hold her up as I suck off the last of her orgasm and then lick her clean.

Once she’s finished, I tug her panties all the way off and hide them in my pocket. This will make the rest of the night go much easier.

“Come on,” I tell her when I stand up. “You need to talk to your guests.” I bend down and kiss her, letting her taste what I’ve just done.

Chapter Three

LAYLA

As everyone sings happy birthday to me, I can still feel the sticky remainder of what Knox did smeared on the inside of my thighs. Then I see him across the room, and our eyes lock. As the night has gone on, Knox has become tense. It may have been years since I’ve seen him last, but I still feel in tune with him in a lot of ways. It worries me because I know at times he can have a temper and be vengeful. He’s always been protective over me, even with our own parents.

My brother isn’t a young boy anymore. He's a man, and I don't think my father can control him. I never know what Knox might do. He is as unpredictable as ever.

I lean down and blow out my candles, making a wish. This year is different because Knox is finally back, and things are going to change. For the first time in a long time, I’m hopeful. Life isn’t going to be so miserable; I’m just a little scared that it might be more than I can handle.

“Happy birthday.” Mom engulfs me in a hug that I know is more for show than genuine. Most things she does are about appearances. I can tell from the glassy look in her eyes that she already had more than a few glasses of wine. I give a few more awkward hugs before Peter is next to me once again.

I peek over at Knox to see if he’s going to come save me again, but he’s talking to Peter’s mom, Marie. She places one of her perfectly manicured hands on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

“How are you, kids?” Dad inquires, drawing my attention back.

“Great.” Peter gives my dad a giant smile, but it doesn’t meet his eyes. Peter can be a lot like my mother, I think. Everything he does is based on saving face.

Knox isn’t that way. He says what he thinks even if it’s something that should be looked down on. I’m still shocked over what he outright admitted to Peter. He didn’t have any shame or embarrassment. After witnessing that, I’m not sure anything could make Knox blush.

“Fine.” I shrug, knowing my dad is waiting for a response.

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