Page 29 of Tortured Whispers
“I love you too, Kiddo.” I stroked her hair and touched her chin.
We ate dinner together that evening and I got to experience Brook’s cooking skills. She made us barbeque chicken, wild rice, and broccoli. I smiled as she hummed along to She’s Gone and moved around the kitchen like she owned it.
I devoured her food in ten minutes flat and I watched her blush from across the table at me. I cleared the table and Brook filled the sink with hot soapy water to wash the dishes in since the dishwasher hadn’t been completely hooked up yet. I stood back, observing her slender frame only covered by a Back to the Future shirt. Her long legs were bare and I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her nightshirt. She hummed and swayed a bit while her dark hair swished across her back and her olive skin glowed under the lights.
My feet carried me to her. I stood behind her and she bumped into me when she went to put the tea bags in the trash. I held on to her waist and dipped my head down to breathe in her delicate scent.
She froze when she felt my dick stabbing into her from behind. My desire for her was spinning wildly out of control. “Cease, I thought you said we wouldn’t,” she whispered.
“I’m not fucking you, Brook. I just needed to touch you. I needed to smell you and hold you,” I confessed.
“What if I want you to…” She swallowed and turned to look at me. I shook my head before nipping at her full lips. She slid back, sitting on the countertop. When her long legs wrapped around me I suppressed a groan deep in my throat.
The heat between her thighs drowned my train of thought. All I could feel and smell was her. She was so wet.
She was sinfully wet.
I shut my eyes and ghosted my lips along her pronounced collarbones. They were the roadmaps to the quickening pulse beating beneath her silky skin. I slid my tongue along her throat and she whined, grinding her hips against me.
“Please, Cease,” she begged. My dick throbbed and I rubbed it through my cotton pajama pants.
“We can’t, Kiddo. I shouldn’t be doing this.” My voice was pained as I rubbed my nose against hers. If I opened my eyes and looked at her, reality would suffocate me and I wanted to stay in the world where I was wrapped up in a woman I couldn’t live without. Not my niece.
“Please. I need this,” Brook pled. Her nails scraped my scalp as she pushed them through my hair over and over. I growled and pulled her against me, my dick stabbing her hot pussy. “I can give you a hand job,” she offered.
My eyes popped open and I pierced her with my intense stare. She bit her bottom lip like she was turned on instead of scared. It only made me want her more.
“Brook,” I warned with my tone. Before I could fully object, she plunged her smooth, warm hand below my elastic waistband and gripped my hot dick. A hiss escaped me and I tipped my head backward.
“Kiss me, Cease. Please?” She asked so sweetly. I reached over and slammed my hand down on the light switch, sinking us into the darkness. Under the shroud of blackness, I wasn’t so morally corrupt.
Brook’s hand slid up and down my shaft like she was committing every vein to memory. It made me fucking dizzy with the need to shoot cum all over her pretty hand. “Like this?” She asked, her voice quiet and sweet.
With a growl, I pinned her with my lips, sucking on her tongue and probing her with mine. “Just. Like. That.”
“You’re so fucking big,” she muttered. Her unique accent was too much right then. I nibbled on her neck and pressed my thumb against her wet little panties. I knew for a fact that if I put my finger on her slippery skin, I would lose it and fuck her.
“Oh my god!” She yelped as I rolled my thumb over her plump clit. Her hips went wild with motion as she got herself off on my touch, the same way I did with her.
I bucked in her grasp.
In and out.
In and out.
I rubbed her clit in lazy circles while I sucked on her perfect pouty lips until it felt like we were spinning round and round.
“Cease!” She moaned, stiffening beneath me. I opened my eyes to watch her shadowy silhouette as she came all over her panties and my hand. Seeing her overcome with desire made me lose it. I shot thick ropes of cum all over her hand and thighs.
It was pure sin looking at my cum splashed on Brooklyn’s flawless olive skin. “Fuck,” I groaned thrusting a few more times in her hand. Everything tingled. Everything buzzed.
“I don’t think I ever came that hawd…” She wet her dry lips with her tongue and I tucked my dick away in my pants before I did something even more stupid than what I’d already done.
“Me either, Brook,” I admitted with a huff. “Let’s not make a habit of that shit.”
“But it felt so good,” she reasoned.
“It did. It felt fucking fantastic, Kiddo.” I ran water in the sink and splashed some on my face.
