Zach.I opened my eyes as soon as I felt the sunrays hit my bare skin. Immediately, as if on instinct, my arms went to the side of the bed. I only felt the firm mattress and the soft bed covers beside me. Immediately, I bolted up from bed, trying to piece together my surroundings and the vivid memories I had of last night.I saw the old bed cover on the floor. I sighed in relief. At least I knew I didn’t just dream last night. It really happened; it had been real. And the evidence of that was on the floor. I remembered she insisted we change the bed covers because it was soaked in our passion juices and her blood—the blood of lost innocence.I walked toward the cabinet to put on a fresh pair of boxer shorts. Then I went to the bathroom, hoping she was there.When she wasn’t, I quickly checked out the bedroom floor again to check if the clothes we wore last night were still there. I was relieved to see that they were. I quickly brushed my teeth and then walked down the stairs to look f
Zach. I kneeled between her thighs. Then I took hold of both her legs and place them on my shoulders. She bit her lip in anticipation. “You ready for me, baby girl?” I asked her. She nodded. I gave her a triumphant grin and then started pumping into her. Fast! Hard! Deep! “Oh my god… Za-Zach!” She was screaming. I became relentless. She asked me to fuck her hard, and I was doing exactly what she wanted. Who knew she had a kinky side? “Zach! I’m going to—” She didn’t finish that sentence. I felt her pussy tighten three times more, sucking me in, gripping my cock like a vise. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Like I was going to. I didn’t think I would ever stop. Not now. Not ever. She was mine, and I wanted to make sure she knew it. I pumped into her like a piston. She was moaning in the relentless pleasure I was giving her. I struggled for control, holding my breath, and focused on holding m
Blaire. The ruthless sound of thunder made me scream. It was nine in the evening. I went down to the kitchen to drink milk before I went to bed. It was right here in the kitchen. I remembered being here with my mother. Lightning struck, illuminating the dim room, followed by the crashing sound of thunder. I was so scared and ran to my mother for comfort. But instead, she pushed me away and used the belt on me. I remembered Zach’s face that day. I saw the exact moment my mother’s belt hit his skin. He took the hit for me. He even tried to smile through it, to assure me he was okay. But I knew he was hurting. Tears rolled down my cheeks without me realizing it. I started shaking in fear. This was my weakness, my fear. Suddenly, I felt arms circled around my waist, and I felt the familiar warmth of Zach’s body against mine. “Baby girl,” he whispered. I turned around and hugged him. “Zachary!” I cried out. “It’s ok
Blaire. Zach leaned forward and kissed my lips once again. Then he pulled out of me. In one swift movement, he turned me around on fours and entered me from behind. He didn’t have a problem spearing through me again. My folds were slick with my juices and his. He went at me hard and deep. I couldn’t control the moans coming out of me anymore. I felt his arm on my waist as he pulled me to him. He stopped pumping his cock into me. His breath was hot against my ear. “Baby girl, you’re loud,” he said. “Our parents aren’t here, but the maids are sleeping downstairs. I don’t want them to suspect that I’m fucking my little sister.” I simply nodded. “I love hearing you scream my name, baby girl,” he said. “But while we’re at home, you’re gonna have to scream through my pillow, okay?” I nodded again. He nipped my earlobe while his other hand wrapped gently around my throat. “Good girl,” he whispered. “If you become too loud, I
Zach.I watched her beautiful face against my pillows. She slept peacefully. I think she was even smiling in her sleep. And I hoped I was the source of that.I read somewhere that if a phobia was associated with a horrific memory during thunderstorms, replacing it with another memory would help get rid of or at least diminish the effects of the night our mother beat me up thinking I was her.I only intended to comfort her last night. But then, she always had this effect on me. My body ached for her—all the time. One touch was all it took, and I would be rock hard. I was physically attracted to her, that pretty much was obvious. It didn’t matter what clothes she wore, what color of contacts she put on, or what color she dyed her hair. I was sexually attracted to her—hopelessly. There was something primal in the way I wanted her. Many times, I was filled with uncontrollable lust for her.Last night was a first for me. I achieved a
Zach.Shit! Does he know? He can’t, can he?I closed the door behind me, double-locking it, just in case. I leaned on the door and thought for a whole minute. Could it be possible that he knew? Well, Blaire and I were careful. We never kissed or held hands in public. We were careful to keep our distance from each other. Even at the house, we avoided being together in the same common rooms.No, I don’t think he knows.I found Blaire in the bathroom burning candles and incense sticks. Suddenly, my bathroom smelled like a spa.I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her at the base of her neck.“Are you setting up a bath for us?” I asked. Suddenly, I liked the idea of that.“No, only for you,” she replied.“Why?”“I can’t come out of your room looking like I just came out of the shower, babe. Somebody might suspect
Zach.We arrived in our aunt’s estate in Miami. We were greeted by Aunt Marie and her daughter, Serena, and her son, Damien.“Oh my god, what beautiful creatures you both grew up to be!” Aunt Marie said. She cupped my face between her palms. “Zachary! I never thought I’d ever see you again. You always were my favorite nephew.” Then she kissed me on the forehead.“And you always have been my favorite aunt.” I smiled at her. “But you can’t say that in front of Damien. He’s your nephew too. And he’s related to you by blood.”She rolled her eyes at the mention of Damien’s name. “Oh him. The troublemaker. Being family is not about being related by blood. Like you and Blaire. You’re not blood related, but that didn’t stop you from loving her like a sister.”Great! I was hoping they had stopped seeing me and Blaire as brother and s
Zach.“Look, if you guys want to have some fun, go knock yourselves out,” I said to the boys.“We’re going to hook up with chicks, man. Don’t be such a party pooper!” Damien said to me.“Don’t tempt him, bro. He’s got a girl,” Ben told him.“So?” Damien asked, arching a brow.“So, I’m loyal,” I said.“You’re whipped!” Ben said, chuckling.“I am. And I’m proud of it. You should try it. Feels incredible.”Damien wrinkled his nose and shivered as if he found the idea extremely abominable.“Come on, bro! We just got you back after almost a decade! You used to be the leader of all mischiefs in the pack. And now, you’re staying at home when we want to go clubbing with girls. Oh, did I mention hot girls?” Damien said.“I’m not stopping you. But sorry, guys. M