Chapter Twenty

How much cum can that pussy handle, sis?

Now that was a question I didn't have the answer to. And it was going to take me a damn fucking hot minute to buffer. Can you give me about three business days to think of the answer?

Fuck.It was all I could muster in my head. I couldn't speak a single fucking word. I'd just had Mitch between my legs syphoning out the web of love from my glory hole. The spicy mayo from not just him, but Roe too. I was a fucking milkshake.

Things were good.

Things were…different, having Roe back. It was great for Drip—and me. God, the fucking releases he could get out of me were insane. Not even I could make myself cum like he did. But over the last few months—weeks even—it was like Drip had been slowly unloading. He was really something else, and the crown that had been on his head since he started The Underground had swelled. He was becoming his true self. The man I knew was buried there.

Deep in there.

I just needed to see more of it. There was so much more, thanks to Roe.

And there had been way too many times in the last six months that the fucker had near slipped my dirty secret up, giving me a bruise or two that I'd remember. Threatening me that he was going to be the one to tell Drip about our other brother. He never let the words fall from his lips.

Bluffing.

Always bluffing.

Roe had spent almost every fucking day getting on my nerves, with the same bullshit and the name-calling.

"I know all your secrets.""You filthy little whore.""I'm going to tell him everything, and he's going to make you wish you were dead."

Like fucking hell, man. Either grow a pair of balls and do it, or come up with a new threat that might actually scare me. But the truth was, I was scared. I was fucking terrified. Yet I was too stupid to admit that. Maybe I should come clean?

I pushed the thought aside. It wasn't the time to be dwindling off with the fairies, which was what I felt like I had been doing the entire time Drip had been gawking at me. He hadn't taken his eyes away from me, not once. He was sweating, drooling, panting and twitching, watching me watch him. And that feeling of him not being able to touch me was beyond anything I could explain. It hurt.

I mean…it was no different to any other time he looked at me, especially lately. But this was different. It had been three fucking weeks. Three painful weeks without his touch. And of him giving me the cold shoulder. All because he couldn't be near me without fucking me. And lord only knows if he touched me, he had to fuck me too. He had no control—neither did I. Our lack of control was why I fucked him in the first place. And why I fucked my other brother too, his twin.

Yeah okay, fine…I had the boys to keep my needy kitty company. But they weren't Drip. And it was actually painful, fucking them day in and day out with Drip just sitting in the back watching, waiting. Not being able to have him the way he was dying to have me. Well, that was enough of that.

"Why don't you bring that thing over here and show me then?" I finally muttered out my words…I think. Or was I speaking in tongues? I did feel kind of dizzy. Could I handle another round? Of course I can. I am Twister fucking Rellik. Yes, I chose that last name…fight me.

If I could handle being fucked into a state of unconsciousness on multiple occasions, beaten senseless by a man who held all my secrets, a bunch of people since I could walk and almost myself, and live to tell the tale? Then I could handle a third load of cum inside me. Especially if it was my brother's load.

I jolted with a shattered breath fleeing from my lips. In seconds he had banded his hands around my thighs and tugged me down so that the heels of my feet were perched on the lip of my car's bumper. I stopped breathing for a moment, staring into his grey eyes. They were almost black, filled with lust and a terrifying dose of desire, and something else I couldn't quite put my tongue on. My skin felt like it was tearing from the goosebumps. Despite the heat flaring my skin I felt a sensation of coolness overlap me. The anticipation was killing me.

Wait…am I…nervous?

He pressed all his weight on the palm of his hand beside me, flat on the bonnet, and the other over the low of my stomach, right where it felt tender…and nice. He leant forward, rolling his tongue over his lips and pushing my belly slightly. My breath started to bounce out of sync, every inhale and exhale rapidly cooling my lips.

Why the fuck am I looking at him like I am seeing him for the first time?I swallowed the knot in my throat, a clear sign that whatever I was feeling was an emotion that I'd not had before. The chain of his necklace fell forward from the crevice of his neck to his chin. "Drip," I breathed. Holy fucking hell.

The jagged edge of his jawline where it began above the tip of his neck tattoo was sending me into a frenzy—it was now fully blacked out. He must have had that done while he'd been ignoring me the last three weeks. The new piece and his protruded adams apple that shadowed underneath were making my heart fucking stop. His deep glare burned between my eyes, then my lips and back again.

Still in time. Neither of us moving.

Breathing.

In that moment, there was no one else in existence. It was just me, and my brother. I shuddered underneath him with need as he pressed down a little firmer.

"You have no fucking idea how painful it is to watch you get railed when I can't even touch you," he purred. The heat of his impatient breath crawling over my skin. I had no words, I just melted under him.

"Drip," I added the single-syllable word again. Is that really the only thing in my fucking vocabulary?

"Yes, baby?"

"I—"

"I…I what, sis?" He strung out the words and flexed a brow. Why am I so intimidated right now?

"Who are you?" I questioned, certain that I wasn't looking at my brother.

"I am yours. And who are you?"

"Yours?" Why did that sound like a question?

"But I haven't made you mine yet. Not until I fill you. That is what you have been wanting isn't it? Me to fill you. Make you mine." He pressed again and the pressure sent a shockwave of pleasure to my spine.

"Ah!" I moaned. Yes, that's what I want. Give me. Fill me. Claim me. Worship me.

"Make. Me. Yours." I begged weakly, certain that the words were staggered and laced with a shaky desperation.

"Ask me again," he warned, the colour of his eyes darkened yet the crack of his smile curled on one side.

"Please."

He tilted his hand a little lower, the pad of his thumb just a fraction from the pounding little bud that was waiting for his contact, yet he refused to touch it. My punishment for not using my words.

"Make me yours," I said with more haste and need.

"Say my name," he growled. Jesus fucking christ. His fucking requests. I was desperate and on death's door, I was certain. My heart was thumping out of my chest.

"Make me yours, Drip."

"Can you try the other one?" his voice cracked as his thumb curled slightly so that I could feel the pressure between my slit, but again not touching my needy clit. What the?He hasn't…I haven't…we haven't. We don"t say our names.

"But—"

"I want to try it, please."

The sudden change of his tone was enthralling, and it sent me into a head spin. I was getting whiplash. I hadn't said his name since we first got together, since we fucked for the first time. He freaked out and I didn't see him for weeks. When he came back months later he had new tattoos, and piercings. And said he never wanted to touch me again.

"I can't fuck my own sister. That's fucked up. Look what you've done to me, I'm a mess.'"

"Please. I'm sorry C—"

"Don't you dare ever call me that again. It's dirty."

The memory of that night seven years ago stung me. I was scared to say his name again. Could I even say his name again?

"Please Bla—"

"Uh! You don't get to say that to me," I hissed, cutting him off. I wasn't her anymore.

"Okay. But…I need to hear you say my name, please. For me?" He pressed.His eyes were soft…desperate. I was certain I could see his soul. I tried to squirm back slightly to get a better look at him to diagnose what in the ever living fuck was going on inside his head, but he pressed me down even harder than before.

"Cooper?" I squeaked the word. It felt so foreign saying his name again.

"Yes, fuck." He swirled my clit with a groan. Instantly, I felt a weight on my shoulders that had been begging to be released for years finally loosen. I rolled my body back over the bonnet, letting my soul take everything in."Say it again," he worked my clit as he coaxed the words, sending my orgasm right to the tip of my pussy. My body tightened and tingled.

"Cooper!" I howled his name loudly and shuddered through my climax. "Cooper."

The sensation of darkness closing in from the intense climax, seeing nothing other than stars and shadows. Fluid pulsated from my pussy with each clench from my orgasm.

"Yes, baby, that"s right. Fuck."

"Cooper," I repeated again, barely in a breath, barely audible. Then in the midst of total darkness, the pressure of him filled me and my muscles clamped around him. Like the two of us were made for each other. He pounded into me with every element of ownership and possession. The head of his cock nudged the forbidden wall, making me gag on impact. I wanted to scream in pleasure and pain, but I was barely able to lift my head. The pressure took my breath away, he was deep.

So fucking deep.

It took everything in me to concentrate on him so that I could savour the moment forever and not black out. When I looked at him again he was in a state of ecstasy—at least, from what I could glance before rolling my eyes back again.

"Oh, FUCK, Twister!" he growled and stilled. An immense amount of heat quickly followed. He filled me with his possessive love like I had been aching for him to do since I first found his camera in my room. The sensation of his climax and ownership riveted through me and formed a concoction with my soul, pulling a tear from my eye.I didn't think he had it in him, let alone his brother.

But one thing I was certain about, was that I belonged to Drip.

Forever.

We are that eternal twisted friction that you spent your entire life looking for.

My addiction.

My elixir.

My king.

And I am his queen.

Ride or die.