Page 26 of Little Liar
She hesitates again then quietly says, “Promise you won’t laugh?”
Is she fucking joking? In what world would I laugh about anything about Olivia or her looks? She’s beautiful—every atom of her being was made for me and only me.
Why the hell would I laugh?
“They’re… small.”
They’re perfect. I might need to check this girl’s head if she thinks anything about her is bad.
Show me. Or I’ll make you show me.
“Stop being a caveman.”
Her head turns, averting her gaze as she drops her sports bra, and everything around me stops. The world grows quiet now I’m allowed to look at her exposed beauty with her permission. Her nipples are hard, pebbled, flushed pink, her breasts big enough for a handful. Her little tremors of nerves have me coming closer, my dick fucking solid as she looks back at me.
Ask me something else.
Her silence, the way she’s just looking at me… I’m about to break. I’m going to grab the back of her head and kiss her if she doesn’t do as I say.
Fucking ask me something.
“Why did you attack Adam in the gas station? We were just talking, and you stormed in and went crazy.”
He was trying to take what was mine.
“I’m not yours,” she replies, and the world goes dark.
She keeps talking, making the hole in my chest grow more hollow.
“I’m your sister—that’s all. We’re the Vize kids.”
No. You were mine when we were kids, and you’re mine now. You’ll always be mine.
Even when we’re dead, our souls will belong to one another.
The sooner she realizes that, the fucking better.
“Do you see me as a sister?”
Don’t cheat your own rules. I already answered a question.
She lets out a low “okay” and slowly takes off her pants.
Her pussy is right there, hidden behind a scrap of pale pink material, and I’m in front of her. My sister is basically naked, and my dick hurts with how hard it is. I wonder if she’ll tell our parents she’s finished with the dates and that she’ll just marry me, or will we run away?
How many kids will she want?
Does she want the life we’ve had growing up, or do we get an apartment somewhere, a small kitchen and bathroom, with a spare room for any guests?
Precum is leaking from the tip of my cock, my sweats not even slightly hiding the evidence of how much I need her.
“I think you need to start asking questions. I’m one answer away from being naked and that’s not fair.”
Technically she is naked.
Enough for me anyway.
She likes to masturbate. Olivia does it a lot when she’s lying in her bed, all alone, either watching porn or reading a book, with her big brother watching her fingers slide in and out of her perfect little cunt.
