Page 34 of Little Liar
Adam: Or we could pretend again? I’ll make sure my maid doesn’t overhear us this time.
I grit my teeth and glare at my sister. Then I delete the messages and toss her phone back onto the table. She’s going on a date tomorrow? Does she like this guy? He’s a potential suitor for my sister now because of me. But if she likes him…
I lean over her again, fisting my dick as I perch my elbow against the pillow beside her head. Her lips are parted. I’ve thought about kissing those lips for far too long—but now I’m pissed, and the idea of someone else kissing her makes me want to hurt her.
Positioning my dick so my swollen head is right against her soaked entrance, I snatch her bottom lip between my teeth, sinking them in until she flinches then soothing the flesh with my tongue.
I regret it as soon as I do it, so I close my eyes and press my lips fully to hers. Her still, statue-like mouth is unmoving as I inhale deeply and take her chin, angling her head to kiss her harder.
I silently hum as I slip my tongue between her lips. She’s not kissing me back, but that’s okay. I hike her knee further up my hip as I keep feasting on her mouth, careful not to push into her and cause her any damage.
Firstly because she’s never had sex, and also because I don’t exactly have an average-sized dick.
Does she even know I’m pierced? Mason got it done, so I went with him, and it was the worst pain imaginable, especially at that age. But now it’s all healed, I’m a virgin with a pierced dick and an obsession with my sister, and I’m still going to argue that I’m not going to go to therapy or take any medication.
It’ll be fine. As soon as she realizes and chooses me, I’ll be normal.
Her cheeks are flushed, and I nearly die as she rocks against me, the tip nearly inside her. I pull back a few inches, my forehead to hers, and bring the head of my dick to her entrance again.
Fuck, I want her to be mine so badly. How do I stop this dating bullshit? Olivia is mine. The sooner Mom realizes that, the better.
I kiss her again, forcing my tongue in until I feel hers, my balls pulling tighter. My lungs burn, and I need to thrust so fucking much, but I hold back, even as my dick gets harder and starts to throb.
I’ve come to the thought of Olivia millions of times. From watching footage, pictures, or being physically near her whileshe touches herself. I’ve coated my hand, my duvet, my shower wall. But now, as I keep kissing Olivia, and her tongue reacts, moving against mine, I falter as she starts to tense beneath me. Her back arches, and she releases a moan loud enough to wake the dead as her cunt throbs against the head of my dick.
I release so hard, I need to sink my teeth into her lip again as I pulse, my cum painting her pretty little pussy.
Just to add to the pressure behind my eyes, I slip my hand between us, pushing two fingers in, needing some of my cum to be inside her. I gather more and push it in, until I’m satisfied.
She’s going on a date tomorrow with my cum inside her virgin cunt.
I pull away from her, my breaths heavy as I get to my feet and tuck my dick away, my heart racing. I run my hand through my hair then grab my phone, snap a picture of Olivia, and send it to my laptop. I’ll store it with the other images I have of her asleep, naked, eating, dancing, and when she’s smiling. If anyone found the shit I have on there, they’d think I was a creep and stalking my own sibling. And I guess, in a way, I am.
After taking one last look at her body, I don’t bother cleaning my mess as I put her panties and nightdress back on, already planning what I’ll do to her tomorrow night.
8
Malachi
Olivia is hovering above me, our pinkies hooked together, after I’ve told the biggest lie of my life about having no experience so she’d show me how to kiss.
Technically, it is a lie. I’ve kissed someone before. Her. While she was drugged and absently kissed me back, completely unaware that her brother’s fingers were in her pussy.
It was messy, definitely not something to brag about, but still a lie.
When her text came through, asking how my date was, I smiled at the screen, ditched my friends, and headed straight for home—her room window was open, and I climbed up and waited for her to get out of the bathroom.
The date was shit. It was planned to make Olivia jealous, and it worked. Anna asked me to go to her friend’s party when we met up. I had agreed, nodding because she hadn’t a clue how to sign, and I made sure Oliva’s friends saw me go upstairs with her.
It was perfect. Until I got into the room, the door closed, and Anna tried to kiss me. It wasn’t part of my plan, but for some reason, when I stepped away, she kept fucking coming at me until I put my hand on her forehead and shoved her back a few steps. She wasn’t happy about my refusal, but I gave no fucks and got the hell out of there.
My heart might explode through my chest because as much as I’ve been all over Olivia for years—as much as we’ve cuddled in bed since we were kids, and everything else, I’m so damn nervous, I struggle to swallow.
She tries to cover herself, tightening her towel around her body, but it barely matters. I’ve seen her naked too many times.
The fact she’s done this before, while awake, with someone who isn’t me, doesn’t sit right with me. I’ll blame Mom. That way I don’t need to blame Olivia.
All I can think about is her kissing someone else. I always knew, since I overheard on numerous occasions, but it still feels like a dagger to my cold, barely functioning heart. Especially hearing her say it—or even the fact she thinks she can “teach” me how to kiss because she has so much fucking experience.
