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Or would you?

Fuck it, I don’t know. But as much as she’s resisting me with her body—legs clamped closed and neck pushing against my hand as if she’s trying to sit up…there’s no indication that she wants me to stop.

Just like there’s no way for me to know if she truly wants me to fuck her.

I smooth a hand over her ass, and then trail my fingers between her legs. Although every delicious curve is on display, I can’t exactly shove my cock through her yoga pants.

She yelps when I grab the elastic and yank it down her legs, baring her ass. Her pussy lips gleam.

Candy’s already wet for me.

“Open.”

Her hair’s in her face, hiding her eyes. I brush it away and fold over her again, lifting my bare cock and letting its length rest against her crack.

I put my mouth by her ear. “Open.”

Slowly, reluctantly, her knees shift an inch apart. “Wider, darling.”

Another inch.

“Really think my cock’s that small?”

She lets out a stifled gasp when I wrench her open.

Her pussy’s like one of those in the magazine—except, she doesn’t shave. She doesn’t have to yet; the fuzz on her lips is more a tease than anything else.

I’m aching to fuck that perfect slit.

Throbbing to empty myself inside her.

There’s another crash of lightning. Candy tenses, and her thighs bunch. Wetness oozes from her slit. I skim it from her lips with my finger, and shuffle to the side. It’s too awkward to keep her pinned down from this angle, so I release her neck and instead use that hand to throttle the base of my cock.

Candy’s blue eyes go wide as I coat the tip of my cock with her juices. I grab a fistful of her hair and wrench up her head, holding it an inch away from my dick.

“Open.”

Her lips part, but more with incredulity than sheer obedience.

“You ever taste yourself?”

The sudden uncertainty in her eyes is answer enough.

“Lick it off.”

She hesitates, so I let go of my cock and slap her ass so hard she lets out a breathless cry. Pain lights up her eyes, and my cock bobs and weaves as lust grabs hold of me with an iron fist.

I’m trembling—externally, internally. I don’t know how long I’ll last like this, caught in this tantalizing anticipation…but I’ll be fucked if I lose control now.

I know this is wrong. Fucked up beyond belief. She’s my sister—blood or otherwise—and that should be enough to force me to keep my distance.

But I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I’ve wanted Candy. The forbidden fruit. This wicked, wicked sin.

When I make her bleed, when she screams as she becomes a woman, I want the name on her lips to be mine.

We’ll both go to hell for this, but we’ll be coming so hard, neither of us will give a fuck.

Chapter Forty-Five

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