Page 49 of Unwrapping Deviance

By her.

By the way she has my giant of a brother wrapped around her tiny fingers. She barely comes to his chest, but the way he melts when she smiles at him is a thing of inspiration. He watches her with the awe and reverence one would bestow upon a goddess. Like she personally hung every star in the heavens and is the only reason he’s alive.

And Mira ... that girl looks at my brother like he’s her whole world. She doesn’t even attempt to hide how much she loves him. It’s in every glance, every touch. She adores him to the point where I have to wonder what the fuck am I doing here?

Not that I’m angling to steal her heart. I don’t even know if I’m capable of loving someone so sweet and innocent. I don’t know if Daniel will even let me.

Mira is his.

I get her only if he allows it and only her body. The rest is up to her, and the way she’s hopelessly devoted to Daniel, I don’t think there’s room for me.

Which is fine, I tell myself. I’m not good with relationships anyway. I’ve tried a few times and they never work.

She’s better off with Daniel.

She’s safe with him.

As if sensing the storm clouds collecting across my every thought, Mira glances back over her shoulder. Her expression light and watchful. Always so watchful. Every time she looksback to make sure I’m still there. Every time she slows her pace when I fall behind.

It’s probably in my head, but it’s like she doesn’t want to leave me behind, which absolutely could have a valid and innocent reason like she’s just a kind soul, but then her eyes meet mine and it’s not so innocent.

There’s a vixen under that cute smile. There’s a wild, feral creature waiting to be released. I can feel her hunger clawing through me and I wonder if she knows just how badly I want to shove her face first into the shelf of canned goods, stuff my hand under the useless skirt and fuck her until she cums. It would be quick. Hurried. It would have to be unless she wants an audience.

I’d do it right in front of Daniel. I’d fuck his baby. Pump her full of my cum and send her back to him, dripping.

He likes it when I stretch their pussies with my cock, and they scream and pulse around it. He likes watching me cum in them and it dribbling out of their wet, tender holes. He’s a deviant that way.

So am I. We both have things that get us hard.

At the moment, it’s the hot piece of ass nibbling on her bottom lip and eyeing my crotch.

I feel myself smirk when I catch her. Her cheeks darken, amusing the shit out of me.

She turns back quickly to Daniel who pauses in his scrutiny of several bags of dried pasta to peer down at her.

“Okay?”

I walk past them, but not before I hear her murmur, “Fine.”

Liar.

Her pussy is a dripping mess. I don’t even have to touch it to know she’s swollen and only a few expert flicks from cumming.

But I can’t and he fucking won’t. He’s just letting all that delicious cream go to waste.

God!

I force my fingers to unclench at my sides. The joints stiff. They pop in protest, but I ignore it. Ignore the flare of annoyance rumbling through me as I round the aisle into the next.

Treats. My favorite section, especially when it’s the only indulgence I’m going to get until we figure this house situation out. Part of me hopes it’s soon. Like in the next hour because I don’t know how much longer I can resist keeping my hands off my brother’s little girl.

I focus instead on the last packet of triple stuffedOreosmocking me for my weakness. The dusty shelf around it sits empty, a void of unhappiness.

“Great,” I mutter to myself.

What am I going to do with only one pack?

“Oh, triple stuffed!”

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