Page 8 of To Have and to Hold

I obliged, my fingers curling around the cool metal as my brother’s hands drifted down my body, landing on the hem of my dress by my ankles, before tugging it up and over my hips. “Hold it up,” Theo demanded, and I did, clasping it against my side while I kept my grip on the railing with my other hand. I couldn’t let emotion in here, I would probably burst into tears and ruin this tentative reprieve. It was actually happening. Theo was going to take it, not Rafe. Someone wrong for the job, but someone who loved me, wouldn’t hurt me beyond what was necessary. I was half-convinced I was hallucinating.

And I was so exposed to him, in only the skimpy lingerie Rafe had demanded I wear. I tried to shuffle the dress down over my ass to hide it, but Theo stopped me.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, his fingers skirting over the lacy material. “This is obscene. I despise that man with every fiber of my being.”

“Me too,” I managed to whisper, too overwhelmed by what was happening to form proper sounds. Theo was giving me this gift. “Take this from him. The thing he most craves from me, please take it.”

Theo’s hands trailed over my bare hips, then he peeled the white lace down over my ass cheeks, resting the stretched fabric just below, between my thighs, revealing my clenching pussy to him, and to the cool air. Would he even look? Would he keep his eyes shut and just get it over with? Maybe I should suggest he watch some porn on his phone to make it easier on him. I was about to panic about how he would even manage to get an erection when he pushed a single finger inside me, making my thighs shake and my entire body revolt at the intrusion.

I wanted more. Already, I wanted more. The pressure was just enough to stretch me. No burn, only a pleasant ache.

“I’m so glad you’re wet, Vi,” Theo said, and of course, that’s all he was doing with his finger. Making sure he had a smooth entry, that we wouldn’t chafe together. “This would be so much more painful if not. I don’t have any lube.”

“Please, Theo, just get it over with,” I blurted as he moved that finger inside me, curling it like he was looking for something. My breathing picked up, and I could hear him, almost panting, as he defiled his little sister, taking his time to map out every inch of my most intimate area. “We don’t have time for this,” I implored, even as I fought not to chase the sensations.

He took in a deep breath. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’ll hurt a lot more coming from him,” I responded, my voice thick and my head falling forward with a gasp as Theo pushed another finger inside me, stretching my virginal walls further. “I can guarantee I won’t be wet for him.”

Theo’s ministrations stilled, and I realized what I’d said. “No, I mean…”

“Just…” Theo withdrew his fingers from me and moved them to rest at my bottom lip. He leaned over my body and pushed those fingers into my mouth. “Taste this, Vi. Taste it and let me tell you it’s okay.” He pressed his hips against mine, the fabric of his trousers rough against my skin while I sucked my musky flavor from his fingers. I felt a hardness that made my eyes widen. “It’s okay because I feel it too.” He paused. “We’re not wrong here. This is a defiance to everyone we know. Everything we know.”

I listened as he freed himself, the zipper like a siren call telling me what was to come.

“In another life, another world, I would make this amazing for you. You deserve it. But I’ll take this from him with you, however we can.”

Theo’s cock rested against my hole for just a moment, the weight of him stretching me ever so slightly. The sound of him spitting made my clit throb, and my eyes widen in surprise at the sensation. Then he pushed. An inch. One painful inch that sent dual pain and pleasure up and down my spine, my legs. He felt enormous, blunt and hot and intrusive.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice tight, his grip curling around my hips like he was holding himself still. The touch would be bruising if he pushed any deeper, but then he began rubbing, his fingers drifting along the crease between my thigh and my pussy, soothing, and so sensitive it distracted me, encouraged me.

“More, Theo. Take it all from him.”

And he did. He didn’t wait for me to be ready anymore. With a growl, Theo shoved forward, his cock tunneling into my unused walls until I cried out and his hips hit my rear. I bit in the sobs, my screams muffled into my arm as I squeezed my eyes and tried desperately to relax, to focus on the good. Theo. My brother. Someone that loved me. That I loved.

There was pain, mostly. Intense and overwhelming sensation took over me, setting my skin on fire and making my pussy feel split open, stretched beyond its limits. This was all it was supposed to be. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. Theo had that. He’d taken it like it belonged to anyone, like it was a thing to be owned. Rafael couldn’t have it now.

That should be all. Theo should step away. Declare the awkward encounter over.

But he didn’t.

We stayed there, locked together, neither of us making a move, only matching our heavy breathing. His cock didn’t soften. My pain began to ebb to pleasure as I curled my toes in my shoes and braced. My walls clenched around him, seeking sensation or relief, I didn’t know. It was sore, but the pain was fading, coming and going, hinting rather than overwhelming.

“Theo…” I muttered, sweat running down my temple as I tried…triedto end this. It was depraved and wrong. But I loved him. Trusted him. “Theo…”

Chapter 5

Theo

Howthefuckhadwe arrived here?

I… I had no idea how things had reached this point. I was inside my sister. My cock, hard and throbbing, was deep inside my sister’s dripping wet pussy, engulfed by her warm, tight heat. How? For longer than I should have, I remained frozen. My mind warred between what it wanted, what my body wanted too, and what we knew was right, moral, sane. How big a betrayal this was to everything the church said they believed. This was… was it abusive? Was I abusing her naivety? But she’d asked, her words so soft as she’d told me what she needed from me. Who was I to refuse that?

“Theo…?” Violet’s voice fluttered into my prick of a brain and I forced myself back to reality, about to yank myself away from her and make sure she was okay, to apologize for what I’d done and promise never to tell a soul. Everyone was out looking for her for the next wedding day tradition she needed to lookinvolved in. I’d realized she was out here while searching at my father’s request, so knew we didn’t have long. We only had minutes before someone else checked out here, too, and fuck, the sight they would come across would end us both.

I’d paid a server on his way back from a break to give us fifteen minutes, to make a sound if anyone was coming, and that would be almost up. My little jaunt down to the beach hadn’t taken long, but… He’d be off soon, and we’d have no buffer. No protection. Nothing lay between our bodies now, either. No condom. No birth control.

I just had to be grateful there was no window on the door, that the server couldn’t see what depravity I was subjecting my sister to. He wasn't a part of the church, but this was still depraved shit. She was vulnerable. But… when she admitted what she wanted, what small thing I could give her to bring strength and a nice screw you to her fuck knuckle of a husband, it just hadn’t seemed unreasonable.

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