Page 20 of Monstrous Grave

I can’t help but shudder as his hand finds its way below my shirt, under my bra, lightly twisting my nipple. The metallic tang of blood spreads on my tongue as I bite down on my lip.

“Escaping from home, stealing Mom’s car,” he muses, hand kneading one breast. “All to get away from your big brother. Was it to flirt with that cashier, huh? Or was it something else?”

Though I can’t see him, I catch his eyes in the rearview mirror, nearly glowing from the single light illuminating the car. He holds a lethal glint as he meets my gaze, causing me to gulp down my nervousness.

“You can’t hide from me.”

His hand slides from my breast to the other, kneading it with the chain still around my neck, restricting my movements. I’m rendered powerless as a sharp intake of breath escapes me as he pinches my nipple, sending a jolt of sensations through my body. His touch dips even lower, inching closer to my thighs as his hand slides over my stomach and hips. I buckle against the seat in a pathetic attempt to escape, but it’s fruitless as his hand meets the outside of my clit, and I’m unable to restrict the gasp from slipping out of me.

His eyes are dazed in the rearview mirror, a presence like the darkest archdemon ready to purge my soul. “I bet if I told you to bend over to the other seat, ass up in the air, I’d see your arousal dripping from your sweet cunt.” There’s a predatory edge to his tone, and my stomach flutters harshly, wild insects slicing me from the inside out.

I bite back the need to whimper as his hand continues its exploration down my body, touching me in ways he has never touched me before, circling over the fabric of my panties and my clit. He’s making me disoriented, and I hate the fact that I don’t mind it. Fear and desire coil in me, and I’m unable to figure out any of my thoughts.

“Kaiden, we can’t do this,” I whisper, knowing how futile my words are. He won’t stop; a predator never stops when it has set its sights on its prey.

“You’re not the one in charge now, little sister. You’re going to listen to your big brother like the good innocent girl I know you are, and you’re going to climb over here,” he demands, leaving me paralyzed with indecision. I’m frozen in time as if my brain is short-circuiting.

When I don’t instantly follow his orders, he grabs the chain harder around my throat, making me stutter on my breath. With one swift movement, he leans toward the side and grabs me, lifting me like a rag doll until I’m in the back seat with him. My knees scrape against the other seats.

“What the fuck?” I exclaim, but he ignores me.

“Bend over,” he growls, and I don’t listen to him. “Bend over, brat,” he repeats.

A sharp, stinging sensation comes from my right ass cheek, burning and twisting as I realize he spanked me. Another one, until I feel my legs wanting to clench from the unnerving arousal.

“Hands on each front seat and spread your legs. I can practically smell how much you want it.”

I do as he says, not thinking over my decision. Everything changes here. Every-fucking-thing, and I feel drunk on emotions, unable to fully comprehend the situation.

My nerves tingle with anticipation and fear, knowing how taboo this is. Knowing how fucked and twisted I am for wanting this.

He pushes my hips against him, and I still the moment I feel his hard cock pressing against my ass.

I attempt to speak, but he stuffs the chain into my mouth, the metallic taste overwhelming my senses. I’m prevented from speaking as the cold material meets my tongue.

This can’t possibly be happening.

But it is.

His erection pressing against me feels like confirmation, but I refuse to believe it. I’m his goddamn sister.

Nails grip my hips, and I can’t help but grind against him, arousal coating my panties despite the revulsion.

It’s sickening. Fucking sick.

I can’t see him behind me in the back seat, but I feel his hands as he slides down my pants. I’m too stunned to reply.

Without warning, his fingers find their way between my legs, teasing and touching my folds, igniting a roaring fire in me. I’m terrified of what this will mean for us, but I’m unable to stop him as he expertly works my clit, circling it. Moaning around the chains, I’m powerless as he plunges two fingers inside me, pushing me forward until I’m draped over the center console, near the gear lever.

The sound of his belt unbuckling sends shivers down my spine, and I close my eyes, bracing myself for what’s to come.

He prods himself against my entrance, cock sliding over my clit, eliciting a torrent of desire. I’m already soaking him, even before he pushes inside me. Leaning over me, he kneels beside me in the cramped car, his tall and muscular frame almost too large for the limited space.

He releases the chain, and it rattles as it lands below me, grazing my nipples and causing me to gasp.

“I know you’ve never fucked someone before,” he whispers in my ear, and I blush before annoyance comes over me.

“And how do you know that?”

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