Page 10 of Darkest Descent

Alice sucked, hollowing her cheeks and flickering her tongue against the head of my cock. It made my thighs shake, shivers rush down my spine. Shit. Fuck.

She pulled away with a gasp and a splutter, wiping spit from her lip with the back of her hand. “He’s hard!” she shrieked, coughing. “He—”

“Keep going,” Hunter grinned, shoving his hand down his joggers to jerk his own cock. The thought of her having to service him…

“Do it, Al,” I said, hurrying her. “Don’t stop now.”

“What?” She looked up at me, shock plain as day. Betrayal or something I didn’t want to think about playing across her features. Maybe this is what we needed to do to get away? Play along? What was the worst he might force us to do? What was his plan next?

Alice moved back in, using her hands this time to tug on my balls as she swallowed my cock up.

“You’ll make him come,” Hunter told her, stroking her hair with his hand holding the blade, his other down his pants, moving fast as he enjoyed himself too damn much. “Then you’ll hold his spunk. I have plans for it.”

Alice whimpered and groaned, her shoulders heaving as she held in tears of anguish. I focused. The faster I could come, the sooner this would be over. She squirmed, squeezing her legs together as she continued sucking me, using her mouth, her lips and tongue to get me off.

She pushed further, gagging and convulsing around me as I entered her throat. “Oh, shit,” I said without thought, the sensation overwhelming me. It was going to happen. She was going to do it. I pressed my eyelids together, letting my cock enjoy what my brain could not.

“Al,” I husked out. She worked harder, bobbing and sucking and swallowing with everything she had, her body shaking with the effort, or with the horror. I couldn’t think about it. Instead, with a yell of despair and pleasure warped together, I came in her mouth.

I orgasmed into my sister’s mouth, hating every inch of myself as I poured into her, trembling when she didn’t pull away for a second, like she was catching her breath.

Then clear white fluid splattered across her cheek from the side and she gasped, yanking her head back in horror. Hunter had his cock out, pointed at her, and another rope of cum shot from his slit and onto Alice’s face.

Alice reacted fast, leaping up and forward, trying to tackle him. It was a panic, chaos and shouting, but it lasted just a fucking second before he had her hair in his grasp and the knife through her hand, cut deep into her skin.

She screamed, the sound rising higher as he ripped the blade free, his anger raging through his body language, stiff and boiling. “You fucking bitch!” he shouted in her face, throwing her away from him so she fell across the floor in a heap. “I swear to fucking god if there isn’t still cum in your mouth I’m going to make you lick the toilet bucket clean every night!” He pulled her up by her hair, dragging her back to me.

Fear paralyzed me, too scared to move.

“Show me your tongue,” he demanded, and she spat at him, a glob of semen landing on his cheek.

“Fuck you!” she shrieked, breathing fast.

Everything froze, Hunter’s eyes awash with dark contemplation. She was… dangerous. For us all. Fucking sister and her temper.

“Lick it off me, lick it off me and push it into your brother’s mouth, or I’ll cut off his hand.”

“Don’t do it,” I said, feeling utterly useless.

With harsh eyes and blood pouring from her palm, Alice squashed into Hunter, tugged his face down and licked the cum from his cheek with as little touch to his skin as possible. Then she turned to me, not looking me in the eye as she pressed her lips to mine again.

“Don’t forget to open wide,” Hunter teased, and Alice coaxed my lips apart, her tongue poking out to brush against mine. I tasted salt, musk, as she passed my cum to me. It made me want to vomit, and my stomach revolted, churning. When thick fingers moved in between us, swiping at Alice’s cheek, then pushing against where our lips met, I gagged. Hunter shoved his cum-covered fingers against our tongues, laughing.

“You get to taste me, too,” he said. “For being so disruptive.”

I grabbed Alice and kissed her harder, desperately trying to show her it was okay, that I was okay. It was a communication as my tongue caressed against hers, an apology when I softened my lips and tried to make her feel good in this hellhole. An attempt to make her forget where we were when I stroked her waist.

Alice sighed, moved her hands to cling to my front, let her body fall further into mine. Comfort. Love for each other.

“Perfect,” Hunter said, pulling our attention back to where we were, like a rush of boiling water over our heads. “Look at you two, enjoying yourselves.”

I pulled away from Alice and looked down at her, trying to convey what I couldn’t say.

“Let’s get you a bandage,” Hunter sighed.

7

Alice

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