Chapter Thirteen 988

Chapter Thirteen

Brodie

I can't believe it actually worked.

I'm free.

I'm free to move about as much as I like.

I need to take this opportunity and get the hell out of dodge. I wait until he's in a deep sleep before I silently slip out of his arms. It isn't enough that I escape. I need to make sure he can't follow me.

I go to the bathroom and get the chains and the locks, and then I come back to the room. I silently chain his leg to the bed.

"Brodie?" he groans, turning over.

I tiptoe toward the door.

"I knew I couldn't trust you," he says.

I turn to see him sitting up, inspecting the chain. I swallow hard.

"You're a sick fuck, Eitan. I am your sister."

"I have loved you deeper and more beautifully than any of those guys you fucked," he says angrily. "I have taken care of you. "

"Like a slave! You've kept me like a little sex slave tied up in this room."

"It was for your own good. You're going to go back to what? Mom? She thinks you've run off to do drugs, and she's going to punish you. What are you going to tell the cops? You willingly slept with me to escape?"

I swallow hard, tears welling in my eyes. "You don't get it."

"I do get it. I've looked after you since you were a baby. Dad walked out, and Mom lost her marbles, and all that was left was you and me. I took care of you. I raised you. I watched you blossom, and then you started to throw it all away."

"I had boyfriends," I say, exasperated.

"Definitely boys," he says. "Because they weren't men. I did what I had to do to take care of you. Even if that meant keeping you against your will."

I stare at him and shake my head. "You're crazy."

"I'm crazy in love, maybe. But look where that's gotten me. I'll wait for the cops to show up. I won't lie. I won't pretend I didn't kidnap you or that we didn't sleep together. Whatever it is you want to achieve. "

I turn and open the door. I shiver as I look out at the dark woods. I won't be able to see two feet in front of me, let alone reach the main road, before I freeze to death.

I shut the door again and hurry to the bathroom. He doesn't get up or try to stop me. I slip on his shirt, and I head for the door again. Only this time, I smell like him, and it's a scent that seems to stir something deep inside of me.

I swallow hard and glance back at Eitan. He's hugging his knees, resting his forehead on his folded arms.

I stand at the door, holding it open, and I stare at him. The man who has held me captive for weeks. The man who is supposed to be my brother but who has lain with me.

He's reminded me that he's taken care of me and helped me. He's reminded me of that a lot over the last few days.

That I'm the person I am because of him.

I feel something in me change. Who said that it is wrong to fall in love with who you fall in love with? Who cares if we're blood-related? He has pleasured me, looked after me, fed me, and kept me safe through this entire time.

I shut the door and peel the shirt off. I walk over to the bed and crawl onto it .

He looks at me with tired, questioning eyes. "What are you doing?"

"It's my turn to take care of you," I say quietly. I kiss him softly.

He kisses me back, and I'm not holding back this time. I'm not disgusted by our love. I want him to touch me.

I want Eitan to touch me.

I grind against him, and he groans into my mouth. His hands find my breasts and fondle them gently. I moan back into his mouth as I reach between his legs to pull down his boxers. He lifts himself and shimmies them down, freeing his hard cock.

"Brodie..." he looks up at me. "What are you..."

"I love you too," I say. "I want to make love to you too."

"You mean it?" he asks, staring into my eyes longingly.

"Yes, I'm not going anywhere, Eitan." I lift my hips and slowly lower myself down. I feel his girth stretch me out, and I groan as the friction warms us as I move.

I start to ride him as he plants kisses on every inch of skin that he can. He suckles on my breasts, nibbles my nipples, sucks on the skin of my belly.

"I want you to cum inside me," I groan out, tipping my head back. I hold onto his shoulders as I move faster.

"This is the best thing we've ever done," he grunts, moving his hips harder to meet mine.

I whimper, fingering myself as I move. "I'm going to cum."

"Yes, do it," he moans. "Do it."

I cry out and finger myself fast as he moves his hips. He flips us over and starts fucking me into the bed as I squirt juices all over him. He slams into me and holds himself there as he shoots his shot, releasing his load deep inside of me.

He then strokes my hair out of my face and kisses me softly.

"Now we need another bath," he murmurs. "Because we got all dirty."

"I'll get the keys," I murmur back. "Then we can go again."

He slowly pulls out of me and lies on the bed as I retrieve the keys and unlock him from the chain. He takes the chain, and I look up at him. He throws it across the room and leans down to kiss me intensely.

I'm not going anywhere.

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