Page 2 of Dubious Secrets

Mary

:( Sorry. I’ll buy you a new one. And yeah, I only use it when one of us is sick. It’s on my nightstand. I sleep on the right side and the plug is hard to reach because of where the outlet is. Best way is reaching between the mattress and wall from above, lined up right under my pillow. Call me if you can’t find it.

Me

you’re the best. Thx! LYLAS

Mary

I am your sister. Love you too.

Opening Mary’s bedroom, I feel along the wall for the light switch and give up when I can’t find it. My dumb ass left my phone in my room, or I could have used that instead. When we moved my stuff into her and her boyfriend’s apartment thismorning, I only briefly glanced inside so I have a hazy memory of where things are.

I leave the door cracked, letting a small amount of the hallway’s light into the dark room and walk behind the door. I know my sister’s bed is on the far right, and I carefully put out my hand until I find the edge of the mattress. I bump into the soft, quilted comforter and smile. Almost there. She said she sleeps on the right side and I just have to fish out the plug from beneath the headboard, right under her pillow.

I glide my hand along until I find the corner of the bed, then crawl up the mattress. My eyes are starting to adjust to the darkness and I can kind of make out the shape of a fluffy square. At the same time, the lump of darkness I hadn’t bothered to acknowledge turns to face me with a groan.

“Mary?” a groggy voice says.

Oh my god. Ryker is home? Since when?

Fuck it, it doesn’t matter. I just need to get out before he realizes it’s me.

I stay still, my muscles locking, and hope he goes back to sleep, instead of wondering why his girlfriend's little sister is crawling into bed with him. I grimace at that conversationoh sorry for waking you I can’t sleep unless I’m hotboxing my room with an oil blend. Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to hear that.

After a few moments, his breathing evens out and I scoot up the rest of the way to the headboard on my stomach.

Reaching down, I follow the cord to the plug and yank it out of the socket. At the same time a hand slides down my back and squeezes my ass. I freeze in shock.

“It’s been a while and I need you,” Ryker says as he moves closer. He tugs on my hip, turns me onto my side, and fits his body along my back. His thick erection presses against my ass as his hand skims down my stomach and starts to peel my shorts off. My heart is in my throat, beating wildly as I try to comprehend what’s happening. My body won't move, unsure how to voice I’m not who he thinks I am just as his fingers sweep through my folds, and I gasp at how wet I am. Jesus, am I turned on by the thought of being fucked by my sister’s boyfriend? What’s wrong with me?

“Shh. You know the neighbors can hear us,” he whispers as his arm works its way under my neck and his hand covers my mouth. My eyes widen in shock because I never took him as alemme cover your mouth while fucking youkind of guy, but here we are.

Ryker kicks my shorts away and pulls my leg over his thigh, his fingers opening me up as I feel his hot, hard cock sliding between my cheeks and the tip of him pressing against my entrance.

Oh god, oh god. This is happening. I need to stop it before he?—

Ryker thrusts into me, shoving his cock a few inches inside, and my cry is muffled under his palm.

Fuck he’s big and thick. He’s stretching me open like I’ve never felt before.

He groans into my neck. “Fuck, you’ve never felt so tight and wet.”

A normal person would probably be disgusted to be compared to their sister, but I preen with pride and then hate myself for it. I hate to admit that the first time I met Ryker, I was jealous thatmy sister got such a hot boyfriend. He’s the epitome of all man crushes with his bright green eyes and dark hair. A sharp jaw covered in a neatly trimmed beard, and dimples that form when he smiles. While he’s not tattooed like my typical fantasies, it’s probably for the best because a man shouldn’t be allowed to be so hot.

“You gotta relax a bit. You’re strangling my cock,” Ryker whispers as he starts pumping in and out of me. He pulls my leg tighter into the crook of his arm as his hand slides up to cup my breast under my shirt. I’ve never been handled like this, perfectly placed and trapped so he can use me however he wants.

His fingers twist my taut nipple and my pussy flutters. If he turns me onto my back and sucks it into his mouth, I’ll probably come on the spot. There’s nothing I love more than my nipples being played with.

I push my ass into him and he takes the hint, picking up the pace and pounding his cock into me harder.

He lets go of my breasts, moving his hand down until it’s spread wide on my lower belly, holding me against his body as he thrusts, filling me repeatedly. I arch a tiny bit away, moving my hips, and we both gasp when I feel the protruding tip of his cock meeting his palm through my skin. I groan, my nails digging into his arm as he does it over and over again.

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m going to—” He cuts off, his fingers sliding to rub at my clit as his cock swells larger.

The truth is that he doesn’t need to bother because the thought of him coming inside me has me exploding. Waves of pleasure crash into me, the scream building in my throat stopping short as I struggle to breath.

“Fuck, yes,” Ryker grunts, his panting rasps fanning over my neck as he pounds into my pussy through my release. Then he stills, and my eyes roll back as he starts coming with a long, drawn-out groan. His cock throbs and pulsates, dumping his cum inside me. It spills over and over and leaks onto my thigh.

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