Chapter Twelve

I lean against the counter where Dahlia sat before our fucking dad came in and broke apart a moment I didn't want to end. My head hangs forward between my shoulders, and I breathe through my nose to will my erection away. It's been ten minutes and I'm still trembling with the need to come.

Dad is on my shit list, especially after he tore me and Dahlia apart. She was right there for the taking, and he had to fuck it up. To make matters worse, she wanted to give in to me, but then flipped, reverting to the whole it's-wrong spiel.

I straighten and shove my hand through my hair to move it out of my eyes. If Dahlia wants to be a tease, then that's fine. I can be a tease, too.

I leave the kitchen and head upstairs to my bedroom. My steps slow as I pass Dahlia's closed door, and I listen closely for any sounds but hear nothing. She must be asleep, dreaming about other men and god knows what else.

Is it wrong that I'm jealous of the men in her dreams ?

Clenching my jaw, I go into my bedroom and leave the door open. I pass by my bed, taking in the twisted sheets and wrinkles on my pillows that weren't there before I left to visit Kyle. I arch an eyebrow, wondering why she came in here while I was gone. Not that I care if she comes and goes in my bedroom, but she's sneaking around, thinking I won't notice. Especially after seeing her in my clothes and how my shirt clung to her stomach, giving me an eyeful of her delicious curves.

I walk into my bathroom, flip on the light, and undress. My briefs barely touch the ground before I get in the shower. I turn on the cold water first, praying it'll be enough to get rid of my boner. My skin shivers from the temperature, but I still feel so hot, and my muscles are straining. I grab myself, languidly stroking my dick and squeezing out drops of pre-cum.

Dahlia's sighs and soft moans echo in my head. The euphoric feeling of her thighs wrapped around my waist follows close behind. I squeeze my eyes shut and pant as I stroke with more vigor. How quickly I come is embarrassing, and I catch my load in an empty pill bottle. It's already half full and just needs a couple more loads before it holds enough for what I plan.

I clean myself off and wash my hair, then get out of the shower once I rinse off. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I pause when I notice a pile of clothes I didn't see before. I cross the space and scoop up the discarded shorts and crop top. A smaller piece of clothing falls, and I grab it mid-air. Dahlia's thong dangles from my fingers, and my softening cock jerks back to life. Of course she would wear green-and-black undergarments.

I groan and bring the used underwear to my nose and breathe in the musky scent. It's so strong, like I have my face between her legs right now. With a shudder, I run my tongue along the small patch where her pussy rubbed. She tastes so fucking good. I lick again, my hand flying down to my cock. My towel falls to the floor and pools around my feet as I stroke myself while licking her panties like some goddamn desperate pervert.

My palm burns my shaft, and I let go of myself long enough to spit in my open hand before I fist myself again. My legs tremble as I work myself closer to another orgasm that lingers but won't come fast enough. I walk into my room and have to stop just outside the bathroom doorway and lean my shoulder against the wooden frame.

"Fuck, Dahlia," I growl.

I lick her panties and revel in her faint taste, and I hate myself for it. If it weren't for me licking her underwear, I'd still be able to smell her musky scent. My eyes slide shut, and a deep groan works its way up my chest and out of my throat as my balls draw up tight.

"Do you hear me, sis?" I yell.

Silence.

I drop my head back and wrap her thong around my dick, stroking myself until I'm coming so much that I hate wasting it. It should be in the pill bottle.

Better yet, it should be deep inside my sister's cunt.

My cum soaks into the cotton underwear and dampens my fingers and palm as I shake my dick, squeezing the head while I finish. My legs give out and I fall on my ass with a breathless chuckle as I lean against the wall, head back and eyes closed.

I bask in the high from my climax and shudder as another shot of cum leaks from my pierced tip as I think about her riding me. Her thick thighs will clench on my waist, her pussy swallowing every inch of me while her breasts sway as she bounces on my cock like it's a goddamn trampoline.

"Soon," I whisper .

Soon I'll have her, and she'll be completely mine. Mind, body, and soul. All of her belongs to me.

Until then, I'll return her gift to me with one of my own as a thank you. I'm nothing but a good big brother who returns items that belong to his sister.