Page 27 of Little Liar
My jaw tenses, and I push myself to sign the words that might ruin this entire night.
If I asked you to touch yourself, would you?
Her silence is deafening, her mouth parted as she stares at me. Maybe she’s waiting for me to say I’m joking or to move on to the next question.
I’ve watched you before. You fuck yourself with your fingers a lot with your curtains open.
“You’ve watched me through my window?”
And with cameras in your room.
I just gave away one of my biggest secrets. Such a fucking idiot.
The shock is evident all over her face. “You have cameras in my room?”
Yeah. Stop changing the subject. You didn’t answer my question. If I asked you to touch yourself, right now, would you?
“First, you’ll remove the cameras!”
Not a chance in hell am I removing them. They’re my safe haven when she isn’t around, or when she’s in a mood with me and I can’t go to her.
She slaps my arm after I shake my head, and I grit my teeth, wanting her to hit me harder. Slap my face. Spit on me. Fucking pull my hair and call me the best big brother ever.
Answer.
Her next words light something inside me. “I think I’d do anything you asked of me.” She pauses. “Under the condition that it stayed a secret.”
Am I dreaming?
Did the drugs I took last night put me into a trance? Am I hallucinating this all? Is Olivia… agreeing to this?
If she’s answered honestly, I need to strip off another piece of clothing. I stare at her, unblinking. Did she actually say those words, or did I imagine them? Can I ask her to repeat it? To clarify she did, in fact, say she’d do anything I asked her?
Olivia goes to grab her clothes, but I stop her, getting to my knees to pull down my sweats, not caring how hard I am—my cock is pitching my briefs and I’m struggling to conceal what she’s doing to me. My precious sister, naked before her deranged big brother, telling me she’ll fucking finger herself for me as long as I don’t tell anyone.
The fact she’s staring at my dick and licking her lips has the tip throbbing.
There’s a long, dragged-out silence between us, yet everything is so damn loud in my head—she’s looking at me in a way she’s never done before, and I feel… nervous.
She terrifies me.
What do I do now? Tell her to do as I say and lie back, stick her fingers in her hole and show me how she gets herself off?
“Should we get dressed?”
Not yet,I sign, anxiety building in my gut because I haven’t the faintest clue what to do here.And that was another question, which I answered.
I don’t give her a chance to argue—I tug the string of her panties and snap them right off her body as she gasps out my name, but I cover her mouth with my hand and push her down onto her back.
I part her legs, so fucking close. Would she let me fuck her? What if I hurt her? We’re virgins, inexperienced, but we can learn. I’ll teach her what I like, and she can do the same.
I sign to her to stay still, kneeling between her legs, my heart accelerating as my eyes land on her pussy. My mouth waters; every hair on my body rises. She’s wet. I can see how much her pussy needs attention. Even as she tries to shut her legs, I keep them open.
“You said you wouldn’t touch me.”
I’m not a good guy—I don’t keep my promises, and I lie. I lie every single day. Because I don’t want to be the son of a Vize; I want to be married into the family. I want her. All day. Every day.
She shakes as I nervously place a kiss to the side of her knee.
