Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Bennet

When the princess in my lap stops fighting and sags against me, I stop spanking and start rubbing. I can see her shoulders silently shaking even if I can’t look at her face just yet. She’s got it buried in the cover for right now.

I was thirteen when I realized Rory doesn’t cry like a normal girl. We were on the back porch playing together and I was doing my usual roughhousing when things went too far, and my sweet girl fell off the side of the porch into a rose bush. She messed up her leg too.

But unlike every other girl I knew, Rory didn’t sob or wail or allow herself to even whimper. Instead, she did it silently, big tears streaking down her face as not a sound came out. The silence was so much worse than if she had wept openly. The silence was heartbreaking.

I had my sister help me fish her out of the rose bush and picked her up to carry her to our mom. I was a scrawny thirteen, but those quiet tears gave me enough strength I could have carried her through the whole fucking town. And now is no different.

“Shh, I’ll take care of you, baby. I’ll keep you safe and protect you.”

Her head turns finally, and she sucks in a deep breath as I rub her pink cheeks with one hand while pushing the hair that’s plastered to the side of her face back with the other one. I’m about to reach for the keys to the cuffs when my gaze trails over her rosy globes...and lower.

“Oh baby,” her thighs are glistening and damp, “are you wet?”

“No!” It comes out desperate and breathy. I could let her keep lying to me, or I could find out how far this whole thing goes.

“See, I think you are.”

“Bennet…don’t!”

I tell her the truth; I’ll always tell Rory the truth. “It’s already too late, princess.”

It’s already too late for both of us. This I don’t tell her… just yet. It’s too late for me to go back and see her as just a friend of my sister, too late for me to not think about her body the way I’ve been thinking about it none stop since the CPR class, too late for her to pretend I don’t affect her. It was probably too late when I jerked my cock to thoughts of her little body in the shower repeatedly, and it was definitely too late when I put my hands on her.

I run my fingers over her puffy lower lips. The touch has her gasping, and she starts to wiggle on me which inevitably leads to her nudging into my still-hardening cock. The fact she got turned on by me spanking her has taken my erection up to a fucking ten…ten inches. And it just keeps growing.

“Oh my God, Bennet!” She turns to stare at me in total shock. I take it I’m the biggest guy she’s ever been around.

I can’t help but tease her a little, “You gonna tell Mom about that too? How about how you made it that way? You gonna go running to her and tell her you’re a little cock tease in nothing but a towel? How you like my hand on your ass as much as I like having it there?” I lean closer to her. “You gonna run to Mom and tell her you got wet for me when I spanked those bare cheeks, princess?”

I pet her all the way through my questions and watch as her shock grows as my dick does too. It’s been hard since the CPR class but now that my fingers are gently brushing against her damp lips and she’s mewling every time I add the slightest bit of pressure, it’s almost painful. It’s probably why the next words come out gruffer and more clipped than I meant for them to.

“How about you explain to her how you openly defied me when all I was trying to do was protect your little ass? You going to tell her that, baby?”

Her breath comes out in little pants as her body wiggles against me causing more fucking pain.

“Are you going to tell her how you’ve been driving me fucking insane bouncing around in those fucking scraps of cloth you call shirts which, by the way, rags have more material for coverage? Those round, perky fucking breasts taunting me just under the surface of them. Don’t think I haven’t been staring at your fucking chest more than I should be. You’ve been tempting me for years, for fucking years, princess.”

I’ve made her wet enough, swollen enough, that my fingers sink in with ease and I brush my fingers against the softest skin I have ever touched in my life. She’s not struggling against me anymore. I grunt something out but even I’m not sure what I was trying to say.

“Bennet!” The way she all but moans my name out goes right to my head. “Bennet, we have to stop this. What about…oh?”

I strum my fingertips over the bundle of nerves that are swelling and begging for my touch. “What about how sinful this tight little pussy is, making me want it for years when I shouldn’t have? That’s not something you want to talk to my mom about, is it?”

I add more pressure, and her hips start dancing around, her softness brushing against me in the most delicious tease I’ve ever experienced. Rory is the very definition of the word tease…and she always has been I just didn’t let myself see it. Until now.