Page 65 of Unwrapping Deviance

I realized quickly we were on our own. It was up to me to get my brother help.

Jefferson has no hospitals. There’s a clinic, but major injuries had to be taken to the Mayfield hospital four hours away.

Dad didn’t stop me from taking his car keys. He didn’t lift a finger to help when I pulled my unconscious brother to the car. But he did tell law enforcements that I was lying when I told them exactly who was responsible. Brewer denied it all, calling the men innocent and me a confused, troubled kid.

That’s the shit show I brought Mira into.

I smooth a palm over her curls. I push the strands off her cheek. I brush the satin arch with my thumb the way mom used to when we were little. Our secret,I love you.

First thing Monday, I promise. I would deal with all of this shit and get Mira as far away from this place as possible.

Four days because the weekend starts on Fridays in Jefferson. People are expected to prepare and clean and reflect for Sunday church. I have four days to protect Mira, to keep her close.

The tiny creature shifts against me. Her hips grind down my crotch and I forget all about everything, except the breathy little whine wafting across my naked chest.

I know that sound.

I know all her noises. I can recognize the sweet cadence of her voice anywhere.

But this ... this one haunts my dreams. It pulls me out of a deep sleep with a rock-hard cock and a wet pussy begging to get filled. I often wondered what she would do if I did, if I pulled out my dick, pushed aside her panties and slid home. Would she wake up? Would she ride me until we both came and wonder what the mess coming out of her cunt the rest of the day was.

Those thoughts have me throbbing. The front of my boxers are soaked with pre-cum and her.

But I’m not a monster. I don’t listen to the voices. I don’t submit. I grit my jaw and take my place high between her wide thighs, my dick against her mound.

I do hook an arm under her hips. The leverage seems to help as she claws my back and humps my lap.

Her pants are harder than usual. Even her movement isn’t its usual slow rhythm. She’s desperate and sloppy.

“Daniel...”

I tighten my hold and add pressure with my hips. It seems to help when she groans and shudders.

“I got you, baby. Cum for me,” I whisper into her ear.

She moans and arches her back. I know it’s there. I can feel her trying to reach it, but our usual way isn’t working.

“Please,” she whines, hips thrashing, heels digging into the mattress. “Please. Please.”

My heart breaks at her torment, but outside of touching her, I don’t know how to help. But if I put my hands inside her panties, we’ll be crossing a whole other line. She has not allowed that. She doesn’t even know we’re doing this much. I don’t know what she’ll do if she comes awake with my fingers pumping inside her, bringing her to climax.

Probably nothing. She might even be thrilled. But for my own sanity, I need verbal confirmation. I need her to know it’s happening and be fine with it.

I do the only thing I can think — I flip us. I put her across my chest, giving her all the space she needs to get herself off.

It seems to do the trick. Her thighs clamp around my hips as she grinds up and down my length. Her face stays in my neck as she groans my name. Her movements quicken, frantic little jerks I know mean she’s close and I have to fist the sheets to keep from fisting her ass. From grabbing the bobbing curves and pressing her down, rubbing her harder.

“Oh God, Daniel.” Her back arches and quivers, then she’s cumming and my name tangles with another. “Christian!”

My eyebrows lift even as my heart snaps hard in my chest. My cock gives a violent shudder and my hips slams up without consent from me. I’m cumming before I even realize it and my baby whines my brother’s name and drenches my soiled lap with her release.

She sobs and wheezes. Her little cunt flutters against the sticky mess in my boxers.

I have never cum like that. In the last few weeks that she’s started doing this, I just lie there afterwards with my dick in painuntil I can get to a bathroom. But it’s a hot, sticky mess smeared across my skin and soaking into my shorts.

Soaking into Mira’s panties.

Fuck!

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