Chapter Seventeen

Obedient. O-fucking-bedient little minx, I groaned to myself as I stared right down the firing line of my sister"s pink pussy—and her opponent's. Twister was shining like a diamond under that mini skirt, the tender skin of her labia very clearly struggling to hold the clear rod I had shoved in there earlier. Even from a distance, I could see that she was tight…and so fucking swollen, thigh to thigh with her opponent, Ivy, who was proudly as eager to play our twisted little games. That's my good girl.

Holy. Damn. My balls throbbed. Ivy's pink G-string was hung by the stem of her high-heeled shoe. Two women?Do I get two holes to fuck right now?Or is Twister just choking my chain? I couldn't be certain if this was just getting back at me, but I"d roll with it. Fuck, I wish Roe was here to see this. He was on babysitting duties tonight, keeping our Mitchy boy company.

Twister"s scent was still intoxicating my brain, and I hadn't stopped inhaling the secretions from her lingerie. I was drunk…on her.

The fog lights from the two cars beside them set the scene, a delicious combination of shadows and light on both of the beauties. Twister and Ivy had their faces pressed against the bonnet of Twister's car and their asses" pointing up to the sky above us, just like I had asked her.

My stomach swirled. I'd not been with two women before. It had always just been me and Twister. All of our rivals had been men since we first started The Underground. All the more reason to assume that she was up to no good after not having sent this girl on her merry way. Perhaps shoving my car's shifter in her pussy made her think straight?

Twister wasn't the jealous type—I didn't think so, anyway. How could she be? She loved being shared. I guess she was the one being shared…not me. But she was unpredictable. She wouldn't hesitate to put a bitch in her place if they ever tried to get with me. Even a sly glance from Ivy earlier and she was barking like a fucking dog. She was a fucking lunatic, but I loved her. We could never really be a thing, not really. We didn't need to be. Pretending to be her boyfriend in public was probably as close as we would ever get to ‘dating'.

You don't date your sister.

Well, you don't fuck them either. And sisters certainly don't get on their knees with their asses in the air with a dripping wet pussy that's just begging to be destroyed…bringing a new friend along for the ride too.

I adjusted myself, coming to my senses that my jeans had become taut. My cock was very solid and itching to be submerged into something wet, and tight.

"So fucking obedient, sis. And you"ve convinced a new plaything into our game," I said as I stroked my index finger along the base of Ivy's ankle, dragging it upwards slowly. She whimpered softly and wiggled her ass, but stayed in her position. What a sensitive, eager little thing."What good girls."

I walked back to the other side of the car towards Twister. "Now. Who gets me first?"I added.

Twister cracked a small laugh under her breath. I fucking knew it, she's definitely up to something.

My heart pounded for only a brief second because I heard my car—that I did not bring tonight. It was humming, roaring from a distance, closing in at great speeds. It wasn't long before it was parked alongside Twister"s car. Roe stumbled out, dressed in grey track pants and a tight black shirt.

"I heard the word pussy, in segments of two. So I came running," he said as he threw one of my spare shifters towards me. I caught it and huffed under my breath with a turned smile. "You"re lucky I had a spare one lying around." He winked. The bulge in his pants was adamant that Twister absolutely had something planned. Cheeky fucking bitch. I was only slightly disappointed that I wasn't getting two girls, but at least I had Twister to myself.

"You're supposed to be…babysitting,"

Roe slapped his palm over my shoulder, but I didn't move an inch considering the strength he had put into it. "Don't worry yourself, boss. I made sure he was good and snug." He winked and turned his attention to the girls. He rolled his tongue over his lips and rubbed his hands together. "Now, let's not keep these delicious, patiently waiting pussies like that for too long. They need some caressing. And earning all this money makes us men so…hungry," Roe growled the last part of the sentence as he eyed off his next target—Ivy. His predatory glare enticed everything inside me to spark and crack with energy.

An inaudible sound slipped from Twister's lips as I planted my hand over the line where her ass and thigh connected, then pinched the tender skin before helping her up off the bonnet.

"Come, sis." I demanded.

I sat in the driver's seat of my Supra and rolled the seat as far back as I could. I tapped my thigh and Twister spread out on top of me, her flushed, tired face concentrating hard on keeping her little token inside of her like I had asked. "Good girl," I praised, tugging back the loose strays of hair that covered her face behind her ear. The sweet smell of her heat was quick to hit my nose again and my cock reacted, pumping heavily against the taut seams.

My breath hitched, seeing her bright eyes filled with such need and desperation for me. I knew she couldn't hold out—not with the shifter in her. I had it made of glass for her, with kegel balls scattered inside it. Every turn, every bump, every slide. Every time she pulled that handbrake for another corner it would have sent her fucking wild, right near the edge of climax but just out of reach. It was a miracle she even won the race, but she was my Twister.

She did not lose.

Ever.

Her chest worked hard to collect air as she sat on my lap, panting but unable to speak a word. She planted her hand on my chest and her lips moved, with no sound at first.

"I-I…I need…" Her voice was low, broken and shaky. She was fucking exhausted. Had I taken it too far? The burn of her needy breath rolled over my skin. I grabbed her cheeks to force her eyes to mine. Her makeup was smudged from sweat. I narrowed my brows.

"You need what?"

She croaked another nothing, her mouth still moving but no sound following. Her skin was burning up under my palms and her nipples pinched tight. Twister's body was aching and screaming for me… if only she could just say it.

"Are you swollen for me, sis?"

"Mhmm."

"Do you want me?" I spoke softly as I trailed my hand down her chest, tucking my fingers under and pulling the fabric of her top over the top of her boobs.

"Y-Yes."

"Then tell me." I squeezed her nipple firmly, the way she liked it and then kept her balance with my hands at the small of her back. It took her a second to pull herself together to form more than a one-syllable word. She looked totally tongue-tied, dazed and drunk. Having the shifter inside her for so long had clearly made her ability to think fall short.

"I want you."

"Show me where, baby. Where do you want me?" I rocked her into my lap a little further, pressing my cock against the hard object between her thighs and her red cheeks blossomed more. The pressure caused her mouth to form an O, sucking all the air into her chest, but none coming back out. I groaned. I can't wait to fill my cum in that beautiful fucking mouth.

Her tiny hand reached back for mine and struggled as she directed it to the soft spot of her inner thigh. I felt an immense amount of pleasure just from her touch as the soft spot of my fingers trailed her soft skin. Goosebumps formed over her body as she led my touch to where the intense heat was radiating from.

"Here," she squeaked desperately in merely a breath. Fuck. I loved it when she did that, fully losing herself for me, begging, submitting to me. The sassy side of her was long gone, it was just her vulnerable side and me now.

I made contact with the sensitive wet bud with my thumb. On impact, she cooed and rolled her neck so far back that the ends of her silky hair tickled my other hand. I fought every urge in my body. I wanted to annihilate that tight little hole right then and there, claim her, own her, worship her and fill her with my love until she had no more room left. But slow and steady would win this race.

I could feel the resin toy pulsating, pushing out slightly before retreating back in again with each pulse of her pussy. "Please." She added.

I pushed my fingers around the shifter, she winced as her pussy clenched down around me. I drew in a sharp breath, her arousal trickled down my hand, coating it in her clear heat. My cock pounded aggressively against the seam of my jeans, begging to be free, begging for a release.

I pushed the shifter in a little further until I felt resistance, making sure to press it on a slight angle towards her belly—the knot of pressure. She swallowed, pulsated and then moaned deeply with a shivering breath.

"Good girl. You can take it," I pushed it harder again, receiving the same reaction, and then pulled it out slowly, leaving her hollow and empty with desperation. She blinked and furrowed her brows…like I had just removed the venom from a snake bite and she was coming to her senses once more. We both looked down at the glass shifter as she caught her breath. It was filled with glitter, skull-shaped kegel balls and a small strip of neon lights that illuminated when connected to the gearstick. The tip was also mostly glitter, so it sparkled like a disco ball.

"So wet, little minx. For me?"

"Mhmm," she mumbled. I planted the glass gently at the base of her bottom lip. "No. Use your words with me, please."

She inhaled through her nose heavily drawing in her scent before exhaling a shuddering moan.

"Yes, for you."

"For who?" I pressed for an answer, nudging the stick a little firmer so her bottom teeth were fully exposed.

"My brother," she whispered.

"That's my good twisted little sister. Clean," I demanded. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and then she tilted her head back with her mouth wide open. "Such a good girl. Mmm, so fucking good."

I rewarded her with my words as the lengthy wet cylinder slid over the flat of her tongue. A thoughtless groan slipped from my lips and she whimpered, both of us now toying on the very edge of our limits. We were both a little too good at foreplay and edging, what with all those years of practice and all. But she wouldn"t win with me—not tonight.

She swirled her tongue around it, her cheeks dipping inwards as I fed it out and then swelling again when I pushed it back in her mouth. She cleaned every inch of her liquid up, swallowing, drooling and moaning to her own flavours.

"Describe your taste for me," I breathed as I removed it from her mouth to speak. She gulped, then licked the leftovers from her lips. I let her slowly find her words through her panting.

"Umh. Sweet, but kind of metallic? And…velvety."

"Yes, good. Now tell me, what was it that you wanted again?" I asked playfully, leaning over to twist the glass shifter onto my gear stick. She leant into my chest and wrapped her arms around my neck, panting into my ear, soft like butter and entirely mine for the taking.

Sometimes I wasn't just her brother—I was her fuck buddy, where she would want nothing but to be used and abused, hit and destroyed, her hair pulled and her skin left raw from whatever landed across it. I was her fantasy. Whatever she asked me to do I did, to fulfil her needs and desires. Because I loved her. She was fucking wild. She had asked me to her pussy once, she had said it had to be while she was unconscious.

I did it. Of course I did. I would do anything for her.

Her pussy was branded in my name.

D.

R.

I.

P.

Tattooing her while she was unconscious wasn't the worst part. It was the fucking chloroform to get her unconscious.Sometimes I didn't think I possessed the capabilities to accommodate her in all the twisted ways that she wanted me—the ways she needed me. But I try. I try so fucking hard for her.

And then, sometimes, I was her brother. To be there for her, when all she wanted was someone to hold her. To rub her feet when we watched chickflick movies. To tell her everything would be okay. To free her mind, her body, her soul and her spirit. To wash, brush and plait her hair. To dote on and love on her.

To feel needed.

Wanted.

Like an abandoned, wounded, homeless little girl truly deserved.

My heart sank to the pit of my stomach at the memory.

"You, Drip." Her broken little pleads only tapped at the soft spot in my heart. I knew she only wanted me, then and there, but I wanted to see how good that shifter could make her cum…the way her little fuck machine did, all those weeks ago. Little minx, trying to tease me with a video call and then leave me with aching balls, like I wasn't watching her. Little did she know I had cameras set up everywhere in her room.

I had since she was sixteen. Not for the reason people would assume. I wasn't a creep… back then. I genuinely needed to keep an eye on her because of self-harm. I was obsessed with her, with keeping her safe. How else could I protect her from herself? She was dangerous, and I refused to lose her.Like I said, I loved my sister in every possible way.

I looked out my window and jolted my head at Roe, who was going to town in Ivy's ass. Rough. So rough.

"Come over here baby," I commanded, lifting Twister"s ass up slightly and hovering her over to the centre of my car. She followed my instructions and found her balance with one foot on my seat next to my leg, andthe other on the passenger seat. She was off in her own world, absent-minded and needing all of me to control her every move.

"I want you to fuck the shifter first. Do you think you can do that for me?" I ran my hand down her back and kissed a part of her neck that seemed to always disable a part of her brain.

"Okay," she whimpered.

"Atta girl. I want to see how you can make yourself cum on it like you did in your bathroom tonight, and with that little machine in your room."

"What?"

"Shh. That's not important right now. Sit, baby," I demanded, the need in my cock weighing heavily on my arousal for her. She nodded and stretched backward, using her elbows on the dash to hold her up as she lowered herself onto the shifter.

"Ah," she gasped for air and inhaled sharply between her teeth.

"That's it, Twister. Fuck my shifter like my cock."