Page 5 of Brother's Little Birthday Girl

“You think I’d let you drug her?” He grabs him by the hair and jerks his head back to stare down into his eyes. “I gave you a taste of your own medicine. Not as much as you gave that little shit on the floor. I gave you just enough so you wouldn’t miss this next part.”

Chapter Four

KNOX

“Knox, what are you doing?” Layla asks when I walk to where she’s sitting on the futon.

“I’m going to take the thing he wants most.” When I’m right in front of her I put a knee on the futon, and her eyes widen. “He tried to keep me from you so he could have you all to himself.”

“What?” She blinks at me and then looks over at Dad. “He?—”

“He sent me away, Layla. He knew how much I wanted you, and he couldn’t stand that you wanted me back.”

“Is this true?” She asks him, but he’s silent.

“Hey,” I say to her, and her eyes find mine. “You love me, don’t you?” I don’t know why I have to ask because I know she does. I just want to hear her say it. I want him to hear her say it. No matter how hard he tried to keep us apart, he couldn’t do anything to break our connection.

“Of course I do.” She lets out a small breath as she reaches up and cups my cheek. “You know I love you more than anyone else in the whole world. You’ve always been my best friend and the one person I could be my true self around. You’re my big brother and protector. I love you the most.”

“You trust me?” I raise a brow, and she grins at me.

“With my life.”

“Then why don’t you lie back and let me show you how much I love you.” Her eyes dart over to Dad, but I move into her line of vision. “Just you and me forever, right?”

“Right,” she quickly agrees.

“That’s my girl.” I put my hand on her thigh, and when I climb onto the futon, she lies back on it. “Just keep those gorgeous eyes on me.”

I bend down and kiss one knee then the other. Then I put my hands between them and spread them apart. She does as I tell her and only looks at me while I open her up.

“Jesus,” I hear Dad say from behind me. I made sure he could see it all but not be close enough to do anything about it.

I dip my head between her thighs and lick up the center of her bare cunt. She’s still sticky from when I ate her out earlier, and I love how she’s only gotten sweeter. She moans when I do it again, and I look up to see her eyes closed while she’s lost in pleasure.

“You taste so sweet.” I say and lick her again. “The sweetest little sister I could ever wish for.”

“Will you do that sucking thing again?” Layla looks at me with needy eyes and flushed cheeks.

“You liked that?” I say and lick circles around her clit. She nods, and I grin. “Why don’t you tell Daddy how much you liked it.”

“I can’t watch this,” Dad says, but when I look over, I see his cock already straining against his pants. No matter what he says, he likes watching.

I lick between Layla’s pussy lips and then suck on her clit. She cries out, and her fingers go to my hair. They tighten as I do it again, and she moans loudly.

“Tell him you like it,” I say again, and she’s quick to respond.

“I love it, Daddy.” She whimpers when I suck on her clit and then flick my tongue over it. “I love it when he licks me. Oh god.” She’s nearly panting now and riding my face. “I-I’m going to cum.”

“Tell him,” I order.

“He’s going to make me cum, Daddy.”

Fuck, hearing that makes my cock drip, and I have to reach in my pants to stroke myself. She does exactly as she promises and cums on my face as I eat her pussy. Our father watches, and I can see him holding his breath as she climaxes. He’s desperate to touch her, but I’d cut off his hands before I let that happen.

“I think I’m going to get addicted to that,” I tell her when I take one last lick and sit up.

“Me too.” Layla’s eyes are half closed as she watches me move between her legs.

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