Chapter Nineteen

"Where did you find this one?" Roe laughed, shaking his head. He was observing everything before him and looked in total disbelief, yet somewhat satisfied with how we got here.It had been six months having him back home.

The Underground wasn't the same without him, and it was even better now than it was before he left us. I studied the man before me as he began pacing around Twister's car with his arms crossed, seeing the slight swell of his cock in its wake. He was far from what he was seven years ago. As was I, very much so. I could see the different shades of his patched skin showing through the ink that overlapped them. Despite his efforts in trying to hide his skin condition with tattoos, the white patches that coated his body had spread since he'd been in jail. There were even ones I hadn't noticed behind the glass screen when I visited him. But his persona there was different to now.

I chuckled, furrowing my brow and matching his disbelief. Where did we find him? We didn't. That's the best part.

"He…found us," I spoke proudly. We were pretty lucky to score Mitch, actually. I had to admit, I"d grown quite fond of the kid. He was loyal and eager to please. Not just me, but either one of us. He was a great fit for my club. He was there when I needed him. He dropped anything at my demand and was by my side where I needed him—or if she needed him. If I needed eyes on the city, he was there. If I needed eyes around the track, he was there. If I needed a lead out to keep cops off my ass, he was there.

Shit he would kiss the ground if I fucking asked him. Where would I be without him? I didn't know, he was just…good like that. He just did things which gave me more time to do other shit. He even took over dealing with my imports and exports internationally. That was where the big money was.

My eyes stayed pinned on Twister, who was gnawing on her bottom lip in ecstasy as Mitch's tongue lapped up her and Roe's liquid, which had spread like butter over the delicate areas of her pussy. Until every drip was gone. Only to have more trail down the seam of her swollen hole and down to her back door before collecting on the bonnet. Her favourite spot. And ours, it seemed.

Mitch's teeth nibbled at her clit piercing, as he always did. Though I couldn't be sure if doing it was her aphrodisiac or his. He swallowed again, uncertain if it was cum or blood he was swallowing this time.

"Fucking hell, you two. Mmm," I groaned in joy as I adjusted myself, releasing some of the pressure. I could watch them two all day, every day and never get tired of it. Well, I do anyway. She squirmed underneath him with a needy deep moan. He was nearly sending her off the edge again.

I don't know why we hadn't done it sooner—breed her.

Breeding.

My sister.

Seeing her eyes roll into the back of her head while someone filled her up like a fucking jam donut was euphoric. And the noises. The fucking noises. I would kill to have her feel that any time she wanted it.

"God damn, I could get used to this. What about you big boy?"

"Count me in. I love anyone who drinks my cum like a glass of water. Take it from me." Roe winked and lit up a cigarette, moving to sit himself on the roof of the car and watch as the heated fuckery before us only continued to unfold. The cunt was fucking wild. What even was my life? Sick and fucking twisted. But did I give one single shit?

Absolutely the fuck not.

It was getting harder to ignore the throb in my cock, but I couldn't look away. Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum—it will hurt! I know it will. I winced at the thought. "Don"t orgasm until you are healed." The famous last words from the Dr. ran through my brain on repeat. However long ago that was.

Drink his cum like a glass of water.Well, yeah Mitch was. I shouldn't be surprised, he had drunk mine when we first met. And even after Roe and I kept the damn kid locked up in one of my estates for a month—a whole fucking month—he still chose to stay with us. He was one of us now, and it has been a helluva six months.

I knew I'd never have Roe back to where he was before jail. But that feeling I had with him, was almost like I had my brother back again—my real brother. I couldn't explain it to save my life, but seeing Twister lying on the bonnet of her magenta-coloured car, fully submitted to her surroundings, coated in a thick layer of sweat, and in a puddle of Roe's cum did something to my brain that it really shouldn't.

I had spent the last ten years scratching my head, over and over again, repeating the same fucking bullshit. Torturing myself for answers that I never found…and would never find. Growling at myself that I was sick. Sick and pathetic. Just not made for this earth for the things that I did to my sister after that night I found her on the bathroom floor.

My sister.

Ten.

Fucking.

Years.

After a while, those questions depleted. Because I loved her. Had I recovered after losing a part of me? No. Could I ever? Probably not. I'd been with Phantom since we were tadpoles in Dad's balls, peas in the pod, you know? And Twister had been with us since we were kids, after finding her sleeping in our school's gym one morning. She wasn't a student at our school. She was cold, wet, and dirty, with cuts and bruises all over. She had no home to go back to.

Phantom and I decided to keep her, as if she was a lost puppy or some shit. We kept her hidden in my parents' granny flat at the back of our family home in the suburbs. But they eventually found out. It wasn't exactly easy to hide a rebellious energetic kid in your house with a blabbering twin brother talking about a new sister all the time. But after all that, she just became…our sister. That was our new life. Twister was always…different. Her mind was so beautifully broken, and lethal. A damaged soul, like mine came to be.

But how many times have you fucked your sister? Does it mess with your head too?It did with mine. Running The Underground and riding my R7 was sometimes my only clarity. And tattoos. Barely an inch of my skin was left that wasn't coated in black ink. Other than my face, which was hard off limits. It was the one thing that I had left of my brother. My reflection. My eyes were a glass mirror of his. Tattoos had always stopped the pain of losing my brother, and equally punished me for what I did with my sister.

I was always needing to feel something that wasn't fully submerged in the thoughts of fucking her. And it all started when she was sixteen…when we let her have boys over. I would always find myself needing…needing to listen to her. Listening to how her body reacted and changed for her partners of choice. Listening to her make herself cum. For two whole years. And then watching her, which I was certain she knew about. Then those feelings became stronger, and stronger. And then it all changed.

Seven years ago, I discovered something about myself that I really should have stayed curious about. I wasn't the only twisted one in our family who was thinking those things—she was too.

My twisted sister.

And now all I lived for was to feel her, and only her. Every emotion I had, was for her. Every decision I made, was for her. Every part of my being, was hers.

"Twisted, isn't he?" Roe's raspy smoked-too-many-cigarettes-in-jail voice broke my train of thought. I shook my head, coming back to the reality before me. "Just like us," I added. Because he was.

Mitch was licking his own fucking cum from Twister. He had already blown his load in her, while I was too busy in my own little mindless thoughts. For fuck's sake, why do I have to drift off at the wrong bloody moments? I laughed again, pure joy seeping from my chest, and Roe had the audacity to look at me like I was some crazy person. Like reality was only just becoming apparent with me.

"Yep. This is our life mate. Fucking hell," I said in disbelief.

"This…this is our life," he repeated as his arms swung wide open, stepping back and gesturing to the cars that surrounded us, then to his softened dick before waving to Mitch and Twister.

"Ah, if only he could see us now." I thought I owned this city with Phantom before, but the power I had now was far greater. Would he have fucked Twister if he was alive? Would he have been into…this? God damn, just the thought of us tag-teaming her made me want to cum there and then. I adjusted myself again, the pulsation hounding me heavily. I needed to cum. But would he, though…if he was alive? Maybe not. He was prissy like that.

I may not have my brother, but I did own the whole fucking city—something he wanted. Everyone respected me. I was fucking king. Phantom could have been king right here with me. Especially now that I had a bigger crew. More eyes around the streets. My city.

Our city.

Business was great. Higher-end cars were on offer, with bigger buy-ins, and tougher competition. We shot them in the foot, each and every fucking time. Funny how many people throw a wad of cash for a taste of my sister…or girlfriend, as they so thought.

"If only," Roe mirrored my words sarcastically. His tone was slow and almost domineering…questionable. I frowned, because I couldn't quite put the feeling to words. Like he knew something I didn't.

Mitch tucked himself away and put his shirt back on. He ran his hand through his sweaty curls and staggered back to the bike I bought for him. He would be ready for his first race soon. But if he was going to start racing for me, I was going to need someone to take his place. He brought in a lot of strays for me, ones who had money to burn. Which in turn kept my Twister happy.

One dick just wasn't enough for her. What did I do to deserve such a woman? It was every man's fucking dream to have the control over who she fucked. And yet, she was so loyal to me, never once going behind my back to get her pussy wet. It was always by my command. Even if they didn't want to fuck her back. I couldn't tell you how good it felt when I made someone fuck my sister when they didn't want to. Forcing someone to shove their weapon in her hole. It did something to me. I didn't know what, but it was something.

"How are your balls holding up? Ready to blow a load yet or what?" Roe sneered, once again pulling my attention back to the now. I'll admit it was fucking hard to watch them breed her without the ability to do it myself. I was still healing after all…from the surgery that I had been putting off forfar too long.

"Doc said two weeks," I declared, unable to hide the desperation in my voice for my need of release. Roe had come with me when I got my vasectomy—how ever the fuck long ago that was. It felt like a fucking century ago the last time I climaxed, and I couldn't wait to do it inside my sister.

Roe had tuned into my idea of breeding her and he was all in. No questions asked.

Did we make a breeding pact?

Yes. Yes we did. Roe had a vasectomy the week before Mitch did. Now that was fucking commitment. Of course, in rotation, for my sister's sake. Had to keep her fed, at all costs.

"It's been three, Drip."

"Oh, shit."