Page 18 of Little Liar
Pausing, I stare at her chest.
I see her in her underwear a lot. Fuck, I see her naked a lot—she just doesn’t know it. I have five cameras set up in her room, one in her bathroom, and one in my own room so I can watch her sleep in my bed when I’m not there. I never thought to check the feed to see if she was here while I was out hunting for her. Fucking idiot, Malachi.
The number of times I’ve stroked my cock while watching her through my laptop screen is embarrassing and wrong. Initially, when I set the cameras up, it was just so I could look at her. Obsessively. I always checked to see what she was doing.
But then it all changed because one night, she was in bed, and I was in my own room. We were going to go to sleep. Like always. But she pulled her top off, then her shorts, so she was lying on the duvet in just her panties.
Then her hand slid under the waistband, and my hand copied absently.
It was the first time I ever jacked off while watching her touch herself. I didn’t have any sound, but I could tell from her mouth shape and the way her back arched that she was moaning. Her hand sped up, so did mine, and she grasped at her own breast until we both came.
I’ve lost count of how many times that’s happened now.
She’s perfection.
She’s mine.
Or will be. My claim is there, but no one knows. Our parents have accepted that it was just me being possessive of my sister. I haven’t asked to marry her since, and I usually keep my distance from her when they’re around and aware. They think I want to protect her, to keep her safe.
I mean, I do, but I also want her under me, writhing, screaming while I fuck her into oblivion until her brother’s cum fills her up.
I’d need to wear protection, right? I have no idea if she’s on birth control—but she has no reason to be, unless there’s another use for that stuff I’m not aware of.
If I don’t wear a condom, I might knock her up, and imagine that fucking diabolical mess?
But that could be my way of trapping her—a tether to me forever. Mom and Dad would never split up a mother and father with a newborn kid.
Hmm. Something I definitely need to look into. Technically, it wouldn’t be fair on the child, since I don’t have a fatherly bone in my body and Olivia is far too controlled by our mom.
Olivia shifts on the bed, her legs falling open, and I need to hold my breath and bite my knuckles to halt my lungs as I stare at where her pussy is concealed by her panties. Barely. The material is a strap going up her ass and only just covering where I want to bury my face.
My tongue tingles at the thought of tasting her sweetness. I can already imagine her fingers grabbing a fistful of my hair and forcing me to devour her pretty little cunt until she unravels against my mouth.
I come closer, sitting on the edge of the bed, and push her legs more apart, checking she has no bruising on her inner thighs. If I find out someone took advantage of her tonight, I’ll hang them from the tallest building by their fucking nostrils.
Her skin is soft, and as I drag my thumb across her inner thigh, my cock twitches, making me pull back and close my eyes. I’m seconds from cracking.
I can’t do this. Not when she’s unconscious. Imagine she woke up to her brother’s fingers near her pussy?
I’ve zoomed in on camera, screen-grabbed her with her fingers buried deep, and walked in on her in showers and bathtubs, but this… this is the closest I’ve gotten where she’d never know if I touched her.
I shouldn’t.
She’ll never know. Touch your little sister, Malachi.
She wants it, Malachi.
She’ll scream your name, Malachi.
Do it, you fucking pussy.
The voice in my head and temptation win over when I look at her tits, the way they rise and fall as she breathes, in a deep sleep with no idea as I lower my head and let the tip of my tongue glide over her nipple. My dick thickens in my pants, my balls aching as I suck on it lightly. With no experience, I still manage to make her back arch a little, and she moans quietly as I trap it between my teeth and release it.
What the fuck am I doing?
I pull away and stand.
Shit.
