Page 33 of Little Liar
The fact she isn’t waking up and yelling at me has me smirking and circling again, learning the feel, the physiology of her most private part.
I use both thumbs to spread her pussy lips, seeing how pink and pretty she is, then lower my face so I’m an inch from her and inhale.
Better than fucking drugs, or the adrenaline I get on my bike, or when I drive my fist into some asshole’s face. Her cunt is my new favorite toy.
I run my thumbs up the sides of her pussy, parting the flesh around her clit, opening her more for me.
Circling her with my thumb again, I slide my finger down to her entrance, keeping my eyes on her as I feel how wet she is despite being asleep. A little whimper escapes as I ease a finger in, my lips parting as I study how warm she is inside, just as perfect as her exterior.
I huff out a deep breath, needing to free my cock, then stroke it as I push my finger in deeper.
My hands are much larger than her own. Will this hurt her? I know when a girl loses her virginity, it can hurt, make them bleed, but will a finger cause her pain?
I pull my finger out to make sure there’s no blood, but it’s just wet.
Gulping, squeezing my dick as I stroke from base to tip, I suck my finger into my mouth, my eyes rolling on a silent hum. She tastes like heaven.
I bend her knees then push her thighs apart and tug down my boxers, kicking them to the floor, my shirt joining them. If she’s naked, it’s only fair that I am too.
I ease two fingers inside her, pausing as her body tenses, unable to blink or move or anything. She tightens around my fingers for a second, getting even wetter.
Wake up, little sister, I say in my head.Wake up and see what your big brother is doing to you. Feel how much you want him with his fingers buried in your cunt.
I should fuck her. Be her first. If I fill her with my cum and keep it in there, she might fall pregnant. Then she’d be stuck with me.
It’s three in the morning. Mom is out cold from her sleeping pills, Dad is working on an appeal case that’s all over the news, and the staff are all off. No one can catch me violating my sister as I lower myself over her body, burying my nose into her hair and inhaling.
Addictive. I inhale deeper, making sure I don’t crush her small frame as my cock presses to where my fingers are easing in and out. Slow. Shallow, not even to my first knuckle. Wet. Growing tighter with each thrust.
My other hand rests in her hair, and I close my eyes, my cock thickening with how delicate and soft she is. I push two fingers deeper and pause when her hips rock upwards, taking myfingers to the knuckle. Whatever she thinks her dream is, she’s trapped, keeping her asleep.
Part of me wants her to wake up and beg for more, to moan my name and admit her feelings. Though I’m not sure how she’d react if she woke up to me on top of her, my dick thrusting against her thigh, my fingers deep inside her, making her whimper even more.
She did grind her perfect little ass against me, then chickened out when I tried to put her hand down my boxers. She confuses me. I know my little sister has a crush on me; that all these dates that Mom sets her up on are pointless.
Pointless because she won’t marry any of them. I’ll make sure of it.
My Olivia groans in her sleep again as I remove my fingers, sucking them clean.
I hike her knee to my hip and slide the underside of my dick against her pussy. And fuck, she’s soaking, and from Mason’s over-the-top detail about all the people he’s fucked, and from basic common sense, I know it’s a good sign that her body is moving absently, that her breathing is stilted.
I think I’m doing it right, and the way her hips lift, chasing the smoothness of my dick, I know my unconscious girl enjoys it. Such a twisted little sister chasing her brother’s cock while he practices on her.
She won’t even remember in the morning as I bury my nose in her hair and thrust harder between her legs. I won’t push my dick inside, even as my precum-covered head slips against her entrance. I want Olivia to be aware of who’s inside her when we lose our virginities together.
My spine twists with the sensation. At each light thrust and inhalation of her scent, my heart speeds up, and I feel my balls tingling, my dick throbbing and thickening. I’m covered in her arousal, my precum all over her pussy.
The sounds she makes against my ear makes my dick pulse and harden even more as I dry-fuck her sleeping body.
I kiss her throat, half wishing she’d wake up and accept what we are. The other half of me wants her to stay asleep and not ruin this. She’d say that we were siblings and that it’s wrong.
I capture her earlobe and suck on it lightly as I keep dragging my cock between her legs, needing more, needing to know what it’s like to actually fuck her, to have the warm flesh of her pussy wrapped around my cock, but I hold back.
I hear her phone buzzing on the bedside table. I’m so damn close to release. When another buzz comes, I stop, panting, and curiosity wins on the third message. I lean over and put in the passcode—my date of birth. It unlocks, and I frown at the messages from the asshole I attacked a while ago.
Adam: What time are you coming to my parents’ house tomorrow?
Adam: I don’t want to cancel and annoy our parents. How do we get out of this?
