THREE

LEO

Grace giggled as my father pulled her against him.

I focused on the buttered toast a few inches from my face, trying to avoid their sickening glee. I didn’t begrudge them their happiness, I found it somewhat remarkable that they were still so into each other after ten years of marriage.

It wouldn’t have been a problem if I could leave the house. I should have moved out long ago and left them to their canoodling.

I’d tried. If nothing more than to see my girl.

Every time I tried to step over the threshold my body would shut down. Shakes. Sweats. My heart racing. Vision swimming.

After she left for college, I tried harder. I’d once made it two steps before vomiting all over the doorstep.

‘Did you get your tux sorted?’ Grace asked me, extracting herself from my father’s grip and joining me at the breakfast bar.

‘Yeah, Charlie hooked me up.’ The old tailor had been a little handsy when he came to do my fitting, but at least he was willing to do home visits.

‘I’m so excited to have Estella home,’ Grace gushed, an excited smile filling her face. My step-mom was like an older version of Estella. The same thick blonde hair, the same sparkling eyes, the same laugh. A constant reminder of my girl. Like having her absence rubbed in my face. Knowing that just because my father met Grace before I met Estella, he got to live out my fantasy. He got his lovely, bubbly blonde where mine was forbidden. His lust had resulted in a blissful marriage, where mine made Estella flee.

‘Me too,’ I said. And my step-mom had no clue how much I meant that. I couldn’t wait. Hell, I’d even text her the previous day to wish her a merry Christmas. It had gone unanswered, as usual. The cameras had left me unsatisfied, bar a brief and disappointing looking fuck with her boyfriend on Christmas Eve, I hadn’t seen her since.

I itched for a glimpse of her. Itched enough that I’d called Maddie in for an emergency session.

My dad grabbed a slice of toast before joining us. ‘You’re not going to hide upstairs on those bloody computers while we have people over, are you?

You’d think I spent my time watching porn and whacking my meat all day from the way he spoke about my work. Unfortunately, success was an expectation when your parents are wealthy as opposed to something to celebrate.

‘I’ll be at the party,’ I replied.

‘Being sociable?’ My father’s eyebrows rose.

‘Something like that…’ I couldn’t exactly tell him that I intended to be balls deep in my step-sister as the bells tolled midnight.

My phone dinged.

Maddie had arrived.

Maddie’s heels clipped on the back stairwell, echoing up into my sitting room.

Closing my eyes I imagined that it was Estella, that she was coming home to me.

The image died when she pushed open the door and laid a sultry smile upon me. Estella’s smile wasn’t like that. Maybe it was for Graham…but never for me. Her smile was softer, more open. It reached her eyes. Maddie shared a lot of similarities with Estella, she was the closest look-alike I could find. Thank god I made a fortune as she was one of the pricier escorts around.

‘The clothes are laid out on the bed. You know how I like your hair and makeup. I’ll catch you in twenty.’ When Maddie was Maddie, I had very little interest in her.

I pulled up Estella on my screens. She had returned from wherever she’d been, and laid on her bed scrolling on her phone. Abandoned clothes and various other detritus messed up her room, the blankets below her a scene of absolute chaos. My sweet, messy sister. I’d clean for the both of us when she gave in to me. Other screens filled with images and videos of her, surrounding me with her sparkling eyes and soft lips, her delicious thighs and luscious hair. Tapping a few buttons brought up one of my favourite videos of her, where she lay on the very same bed, legs akimbo and stroking her pretty pussy. I liked to imagine she closed her eyes and thought of my face buried deep between them.

Blood engorged my dick by the time Maddie came through wearing one of Estella’s old nightshirts, her hair tousled to perfection with eyeliner smudged to look like she’d just woken up. Just like Estella in my favourite video. The saccharine scent of vanilla and clementine wafted toward me. Estella’s favourite perfume.

Excitement traced my spine as Maddie ran her fingers over my shoulder, before dropping down to her knees before me.

So close. She was so close to perfect.

‘Tell me,’ I groaned as she undid my jeans, realising my solid cock. ‘Tell me how badly you want your brother’s cum.’

She wasn’t quick enough to hide the distaste in her face. Estella’s disgust would only make it hotter, so I dwelled in the gross for a moment .

‘Please, Leo, please? I need my brother’s cum so bad.’ The words made me see stars. I slit my eyes so she blurred between my thighs. There she was. My perfect Estella.

I fisted her hair and pressed her mouth over my cock, not bothering to warm her up. Unfortunately, she was a pro, and took my length without so much as a gag. Desire soon gave way to annoyance as she moaned with exaggeration around me.

‘Not like that,’ I demanded. ‘She wouldn’t moan like that.’

The eye roll threatened to ruin the whole thing. There was nothing sexy about someone rolling their eyes while you were balls deep in their throat. Well…not eye rolling like that anyway.

Fucking Maddie . How hard was it to pretend to be Estella? I gave her all the ingredients she needed for success.

A string of saliva joined us as I pulled her mouth off of me, twisting my fingers in her hair to make her grimace. Anything to override her fake porn actress bullshit.

‘Hands on the desk.’ I tossed her toward it, moving behind her and pulling the nightshirt up to reveal her round ass.

From behind, Maddie looked one hundred percent more convincing. The tousled blonde hair, the bunched up nightshirt, the lush rounded ass. Yes. This was Estella.

Grabbing a condom from the desk drawer, I slid it on. Another difference. With Estella, nothing would separate us.

She let out a delightful whimper as I forced myself inside her still dry cunt, looking up at the screens. Tugging her hair roughly, I pulled back before filling her again.

‘You’re such a creep,’ she whimpered, faced with all the images of my step-sister. With the way I held her head back, she had to watch Estella pumping her fingers into her delicious little cunt.

‘Shut the fuck up,’ I grunted. ‘You’re going to take your brother’s fat dick like a good little slut. I’m going to fill you with my cum until you fucking burst.’

‘Oh god,’ she moaned, her fingers gripping the desk.

I slid my eyes up to watch my girl. To fill my gaze with her as I thrust hard. Estella groaned, a little sob breaking from her throat as I punished her with every sordid stroke.

‘That’s it. This is where you need to be. It’s all been leading to this, Estella. Me and you. Forever.’

Her body was limp, taking it all like a good girl.

‘Tell me you love me, Estella.’

All she gave was a sniffle.

‘Tell me,’ I yelled, crushing my hips deep against her. Tension coiled deep in my stomach, my balls tightening.

‘I love you,’ she cried. ‘I love my brother’s cock. Fuck me, Leo.’

She knew what I wanted, and those delicious words were enough to undo me. Staring into my sweet Estella’s eyes on the screen, I filled her decoy's cunt with my cum. Wishing that it wasn’t hampered by the condom.

Wishing it was real.

I slid myself out of her, disgust filling me the moment I’d emptied my balls. Maddie was a poor substitute for Estella, but she was the closest I’d been able to have over the years.

Slapping a stuffed envelope into her hands, I slumped onto my computer chair.

I didn’t bother to see her off.

Blackness surrounded my thoughts as I stared at the screens. Guilt and disgust sinking their rotten fingers into me.

I loved my step-sister.

And whether she wanted it or not, she would love me back.

Eventually .