Chapter 2 Loud Music, Louder Sins

I slap her right ass cheek, and the beauty fucking jiggles, but the position I have her in locks her in place.

She has nowhere to go, nothing to do except take it.

I slap the left one too, enjoying her whimpers and moans.

Each slap sounds wetter every time because she's dripping straight all over my jeans like a water faucet.

By the sixth slap, Ash is shaking, and her ass is mildly red.

I push two fingers into her, causing her to cry out softly.

She's so fucking soaked and swollen, her cunt clenches around my fingers.

God fucking damnit.

I can't wait to stick my cock in her, but this view of her like this, with me finger-fucking her, is so perfect that I don't want it to end just yet.

"Please… Zayn…" she cries.

"Please, what, little sister?"

I push into her deeper. "You want me to fuck you?"

"Y-yes."

"But Mum and Dad are right downstairs," I taunt, pulling out slowly, then plunging back in.

Ashleigh almost convulses, a louder moan escaping her mouth.

"You want them to walk in and see their perfect little girl getting fucked by her big brother?"

I twist my fingers inside her, hitting that spot that drives her crazy. "My door's not even locked, baby. One tiny push and they'll get an eyeful of this pretty ass bouncing on my dick."

Her walls clench around me harder at the words, followed by a fresh rush of wetness coating my hand.

"I knew it," I chuckle darkly. "The thought of getting caught turns you on so bad."

I slap her ass again, hard. "Naughty girl."

She buries her cry in the rug.

"You're such a dirty little slut for me."

I can't wait any longer. This is too much... the view of her ass, how wet she is.

My dick is almost tearing my pants.

I have to fuck her.

Sliding my fingers out of her tight cunt, I ignore her little whine and carefully lower her legs until her knees touch the floor again.

Ash tries to get up, but I make a disapproving sound. "Stay right there."

My jeans are off in a second, and my cock is free. But I stroke myself to the view first.

Downstairs, Mum loudly laughs at something Dad said. We can both hear it, but it doesn't even matter.

What we're doing is dangerous. It won't take me up to ten steps to stroll to the door and lock it, at least securing our privacy, yet I don't move.

Just like her, the risk of getting caught fuels my arousal like a drug, making me throb harder.

I drop to my knees behind her, grab her ass cheeks, and spread her open.

She's still wearing her thong, the string still wedged between her pretty ass crack.

I pull it to the side instead of taking it off because I want it digging into her while I fuck her.

My right hand goes into her hair, pulling it back while the other settles on her waist to steady her.

Then, I plunge in with one long thrust.

Ashleigh lets out a cry, muffled by the rug.

Her pussy clenches so tight around me that I nearly pass out.

Fuck my life.

It's like she can't get used to my size.

"Shh," I warn, pulling back and plunging into her again. "Unless you want them to hear how much you love taking your brother's cock."

Her fingers grip the rug, holding onto it as I fuck her.

"Zayn…" she sobs.

"Mmhm?" I growl. "That's right, baby. Zayn."

I find her clit and rub it. "That's the name I want you moaning when you come."

I'm still buried inside her, pulsing, when we hear Mum call my name.

"Zayn?"

Ashleigh freezes. Her pussy clamps down on me so hard I have to bite back a groan.

The voice draws closer, like she's at the bottom of the stairs. But I don't stop fucking Ashleigh.

"W-we should s-stop," she whispers breathlessly, but I ignore her. Grabbing my jeans from the floor, I pull out my phone and open Spotify.

Since it's already connected to the speakers, the music starts to play immediately.

"Zayn, honey." Mum's voice is closer now, and we can hear her climbing up the stairs, despite the music blasting from my bass speakers.

"You've been in there for a while now. Didn't even say hi to Ash's boyfriend. He's a nice guy."

Ashleigh looks back at me, her eyes huge with panic.

She tries to crawl away, but my grip around her waist hardens.

We can see Mum's shadow through the small gap under the door already.

Ashleigh tries to lift her head, but I fist her hair and shove her face back down.

"Stay." The warning comes out in a growl.

Footsteps stop right outside, followed by a quiet knock. "Zayn." She calls, and then, in a quieter voice to herself, "He's blasting that damn rock music again. Oh, goodness."

My heart is hammering so loud I fear it will leap out of my chest, but my hips won't stop.

I'm now fucking her in short, brutal thrusts, and Ash's walls pulse around me wildly, terrified and fucking soaked, milking me like she's about to come from pure fear.

Mum knocks again. "Zayn. You have two minutes, then I'm coming in."

Any second, the door will swing open, and she'll see her daughter face down on the rug, ass in the air, getting railed raw by her son.

Ash looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes shiny with tears of pleasure.

A moan slips from her throat, and I quickly clamp a hand over her mouth.

"Shh."

Her cunt wraps around my cock so tightly it almost hurts. It's a terrified, greedy clench that sucks me in deeper and refuses to let go.

She's dripping with panic and lust, her juices running down my cock and balls, pooling on the rug beneath us.

I should stop this and ask her to hide so I can answer Mum. But I don't.

Instead, I pull back slowly until only the fat head of my cock stretches her entrance, then ram back into her.

Ashleigh makes a muffled sound into my hand, her teeth biting the flesh of my palm.

I fist her hair again and yank her head back until her body leaves the rug and her back slams against my chest.

"Hear that?" I breathe right against her ear. "Mum's right outside. One more minute, and she sees her little girl stuffed full of her brother's cock."

I sink my teeth into her earlobe. "One more minute and she sees this greedy cunt creaming all over me, dripping like a desperate whore."

Ashleigh's pussy contracts so violently, I nearly lose my vision.

She's coming silently, violently, shaking so hard I shove her back down to the rug, my hand still in her hair.

Her cunt is hot and wet, vibrating around me... trying to drag my soul out through my dick.

"I'm coming in," Mum announces. But Dad's drawl suddenly booms from the bottom of the stairs.

"Leave him alone, babe. He's probably got his headphones on, playing that bloody game again. Just let him be."

A moment of silence descends before Mum huffs outside. "Whatever," she mutters, sounding displeased.

"Come down when you're ready." She calls through the door a little louder.

When her shadow fades away, and I can hear the sounds of her footsteps retreating, I lose it.

I fuck Ashleigh like I want to die inside her. Even as she's still coming around my cock.

The wet sounds of our fucking are now so loud, the music can't mask them.

It's loud and reckless, and impossible to mistake for anything innocent, even if someone walks past the door.

Ashleigh is crying from overstimulation, but she still pushes her ass back to meet my thrusts.

"Carl could never fuck you like this. Not in his wildest fucking dreams." I growl, ramming into her again. "He'll never make this pussy sound like this."

The squelch of her dripping cunt fills the room.

"Never make you shake and beg and come apart while you're terrified of getting caught. He'll never own you like I do."

Ashleigh whimpers, clenches around me, and comes again, harder.

It's like she's trying to suck every drop of cum straight out of me.

I give it to her, shoving my cock in as deep as I can get and flooding her while her cunt keeps squeezing greedily as she moans my name into the rug.

My vision blurs. The only thing I feel… the only thing that exists is the heat of her around me and the knowledge that ten feet away our mother almost saw everything.

When it's over, I stay buried inside her, trying to catch my breath.

We're both spent, and Ash can't even move.

I finally pull out slowly, watching the mess we made drip down her thighs.

Then I send one last slap to her already-red ass, making her whimper.

"Next time Mum or Dad comes knocking on that door, lil sis, I'm not stopping. You remember that."