Page 72 of Little Liar
This feels different—those moments were me being a good big brother. I’m not the same guy I was then, and Olivia is different too.
I want to ask her what I can do to help, but words aren’t coming to me, and she’s curled up against me, so I can’t sign. I stroke her hair, feeling how hot she is.
I drag my hand down her back and up inside her shirt to feel her bare skin, and she’s sweating. Her entire body is hot. My girlis so fucking emotional, she’s going to make herself ill. I need to distract her.
Pressing a kiss to her temple, I try massaging her shoulder, her hip and ribs, as she hikes her leg, but she’s still crying, still clinging to me like I’ll disappear.
Then an idea comes to me, and I fist Olivia’s hair and hold her there as I sit up against the headboard and tug down my pants and boxers, freeing my cock. She doesn’t seem fazed by the fact I’m pulling off my clothes—she even moves herself so I can kick my pants from being trapped around my feet.
I’m not hard. But this isn’t about me—this is me trying to calm down my little sister. “Open,” I force out as I tighten my grip on her hair and rest her head in my lap, using my other hand to press the tip of my dick to her lips. “Put me in your mouth.”
Just when I think she’s going to scowl at me and tell me to get fucked, she relaxes a little and parts her lips, taking most of my softness and closing her eyes with a hum.
Fuck.
Tears are still streaming down her face, but she’s not in hysterics anymore—her tongue is wet against my cock, keeping it nice and warm as she heavily breathes through her nose.
Just sitting in her mouth.
It’s somewhat calming her.
Slowly, I grow inside her mouth—I can’t fucking help it. Even as she hums again, her body shaking from her hyperventilating, I can’t stop myself from reacting. Heat crawls up my spine, and the soft way I stroke her hair is the total opposite of how I’m feeling inside.
Her tongue glides along me as she swallows, and I tense my jaw at how her mouth tightens around my cock. Her head stays in my lap as I thicken and stretch against her tongue until she can’t help but suck, making my balls tingle, my own layer ofsweat sticking to my forehead as I stare down at an angel—her mouth stuffed with my dick.
It’s like her anxiety is lessening, replaced with a calm that spreads to me—I want to sink into the mattress with us connected. I want to touch her too. I want to feel her heat against my tongue while my cock stays settled in her mouth.
“Shhh. No more sad tears.” Then I stop stroking her hair as her eyes open to look at me. “You’re my good little sister, aren’t you?”
She nods, her head still resting on my lap as she sucks, not moving, just sucking and humming, and the sadness starts to vanish from her eyes.
Swallowing again, her throat contracts around the head of my dick, and my hips absently push against her, encouraging her to take more of me, and I bite my lip as I hear her gag.
Fuck. I can’t handle this. What was supposed to be me calming her down and distracting her from whatever had given her anxiety has now turned into me wanting to fuck her.
I won’t.
I can’t.
Keeping my dick in her mouth, I shift so I’m on my back, readjusting her so we’re in the sixty-nine position. I tug down her shorts, her panties, and my hands shake as I grasp at her inner thighs. Pausing, I look down at Olivia to see her eyes wide, mouth filled with cock, watching, waiting, the need for me to taste her in her hungry gaze.
I rest my head on her inner thigh, the tip of my nose touching just below her entrance, and she whimpers as I lightly breathe against her pussy. I’m trembling more than she is, but I hold back, keeping my hand gripping her skin while I settle, relaxing into our position as Olivia’s tongue glides up the underside of my dick.
She pops me from her mouth. “Please,” she begs.
I make a dismissive sound and shake my head, inhaling deeply, feeling the heat of her radiating against my mouth. So fucking close. I could stick my tongue out and taste her, push it in deep and make her come, but when I hear that she’s still hyperventilating, a sign she’s still deep in her emotions, I stay still.
I want to rock my hips—her mouth is so fucking perfect.
I want to tense my ass cheeks and empty deep in her throat—hear her choke and gag and sputter for air while I rob her of it.
Closing my eyes, I focus on everything else but the way she always moans my name. Hugging her hips to my chest, I rest my face between her legs, desperate to taste her but having enough control not to stick my tongue in her pussy.
Then my eyes ping open as she palms my balls and sucks me all the way into the back of her throat. It contracts around my cock—she’s sucking and licking, bobbing her head as her tongue strokes my flesh.
The groan I let out vibrates against her pussy, and she sobs loud enough to echo off the walls as she arches her back, forcing herself against my mouth.
Instead of going wild with her cunt, I keep the side of my head resting on her inner thigh, opening my mouth, and pushing my tongue out, allowing her to ride me as she swallows each inch of me.
