Chapter 2

　　Elle's POV

　　The house was way too quiet after the chaos of the day. My pulse still hadn't settled from what I had walked into this afternoon.

　　I should've been disgusted.

　　But I wasn't.

　　I was soaked.

　　Hours later I still couldn't shake it. I couldn't stop picturing the thick length of his dick swinging between his thighs as he was being railed by Jonathan. I couldn't stop wondering what he'd feel like splitting me open instead.

　　So I waited until the house went dark. Until I heard Mom and Dad's bedroom door click shut. Then I padded down the hallway in nothing but an oversized tee and those stupid crocthless panties I'd bought on a drunk impulse months ago; black lace, split right down the middle so my pussy was already exposed, already glistening with a juice.

　　His door was slightly opened.

　　I pushed it open a little without knocking. Adrian was on his bed, shirtless. His sweatpants were shoved down to his knees and he had one hand wrapped tight around his cock, thick, flushed dark with his veins standing out.

　　He was stroking himself slowly while his laptop screen lit his face blue. Porn played, sound of a female moaning.

　　And then I heard it.

　　My name.

　　A low, broken "Elle…" growled under his breath as his fist twisted over his shaft releasing little pre cum.

　　My stomach flipped, my pussy clinged together in response.

　　I lost my balance and pushed the door open completely. He froze the second he saw me, his eyes snapped to me; surprised and furious.

　　"Knock for fucksake," he hissed, yanking the sheet over his laps like that'd cover the steel rod still throbbing in his hands. "What's your fucking problem Elle?"

　　I didn't move. Just leaned my shoulder against the door frame and let my gaze sweep over his body.

　　"Couldn't take your mind off of me, huh?" I said softly. "Too bad you're gay."

　　His jaw clenched so hard I saw the muscle jump. "Get out."

　　But he didn't look away.

　　I stepped inside anyway, slamming the door shut behind me. My eyes landed on the thick, black vibrating dildo lying shamelessly by his bed side; wet and still glistening at the tip.

　　I tilted my head towards it. "What do you use this for?"

　　He exhaled through his nose, voice tight. "You already know."

　　"What if I don't?" I asked teasingly. I knew he had used it on himself.

　　"For my hole," he bit out. "You happy now?"

　　I smiled; slow and filthy. "How about you use it on instead?"

　　The room went dead silent except from the faint buzzing sound of the toy he hadn't turned off yet.

　　He placed his hand on the bridge of his nose. "But we're siblings Elle…" he said as if trying to convince himself. "We can't."

　　I crossed the carpet in three steps and plumped down on the edge of his mattress, close enough to allow my bare thigh brush his knee. I leaned on my shoulders, letting my legs fall open, slowly.

　　The lace framed my cunt like a gift, lips already swollen, slick shining in the laptop glow with the fabric clinging to my skin due to my wetness.

　　My clit stuck out hardly, begging to be flicked badly.

　　"I made a bet with myself," I murmured, rubbing two fingers over my clit slowly, teasing my folds, so he could see everything.

　　"I bet you can't keep up the gay act for too long. Not when your little sister's dripping right in front of you."

　　I dipped one finger inside, slow, then pulled it out glossy and wet, letting the strand of slick stretch between my fingertip and cunt before breaking.

　　Adrian's chest was heaving up and down slowly, his breathing turning ragged.

　　"Look at you," I whispered, my voice already failing me as I circled my clit with the pad of my finger. "Your cock jumps every time I touch myself. You're so hard it has to hurt."

　　"I bet you're leaking all over your hand right now." I whimpered. I was close.

　　"Elle…" his voice cracked; half warning, half plea.

　　"You groaned my name while you jerked off," I said, sliding two fingers deep pumping in and out. "You want this pussy, Caleb. You can pretend all you want, but your dick doesn't lie."

　　He made a long, low vibrating groan and then he was moving.

　　Fast.

　　One second he was sitting there fighting himself, the next he'd lunged, his big hands clamping tightly on my thighs, yanking me flat on my back. The laptop crashed to the floor and the dildo rolled off the bed making a faint thump sound.

　　He loomed over me, his chest heaving fast, his pupil had gone completely black already.

　　"You're such a fucking brat," he snarled, shoving my shirt to my neck so my tits spilled out. His mouth crashed down to one of my nipple, swirling his tongue around it, sucking and and scraping with his teeth while his hands found its way to my wet folds.

　　I whimpered.

　　His fingers found its way to my opening and plunged in without warning; two fingers, then three, stretching me roughly while his thumb flicked my clit.

　　I cried out, arching my back to meet his pace.

　　"Think you can tease me?" He growled against my skin. "You think you can spread this slutty little cunt and I'll just sit there like a good gay brother?"

　　He pulled his fingers out, earning a pleading whimper from me. He yanked his sweatpants lower, cock springing free; it was way thicker than I remembered, pre cum beading at the slit. He smeared it over my folds, merging it with my own wetness.

　　"Beg," he ordered, notching the fat head at my entrance. "Beg your brother to fuck you stupid."

　　I hooked my legs around his waist, my nails digging into his shoulders.

　　"Please," I gasped. "Fuck me Adrian. Ruin me. Fuck your stupid sister senseless; I need it. I need you."