Chapter Twenty Three

When you think the adrenaline couldn't rush through your veins any more, Twister showed you that it could. The hooks, turns, ups and downs of Zig Zag were no match to the energy of her. Not even the drop offs that were narrow as fuck with no barriers. Not even at night time—one small mistake would cost you your life.

Two hours. Two hours was all it took to make my point. I will always fucking win. It was my fucking city. My fucking girl. And that fucker was about to take his last breath.

I groaned once more and my eyes narrowed with a famish I could no longer control. The woman had my heart and soul in the palm of her hand, everything in my body straining for her needy breath under my skin. Just when I thought I had the power to release her from my hold and begin our next task—to kill—I squeezed her ass again and lifted her. She gripped me tight with her legs around me and drove her kiss into my chest.

She drew her hands from the arc of my neck to my cheeks, the soft pads of her thumbs toying with the sharp edges of my facial features, only fueling my need for her. I moaned as she tilted her hips forward and back, grinding on the swell of my cock that ached and throbbed for her.

"Baby, are you ready?" I whispered, regretfully needing to break the seal of our bond before I fucked her there and then. There was time for that, but we had other things to do.

"You have no idea." Her soft needy tone in the heat of her exhale tore down my spine. I fanned my eyes between her hazel ones once more, seeing that glint that had been there since the day we met. She was born a killer. Who am I to stop her from staying one?

I lowered her to the ground and she twirled on her heels, swaying her hips with each step back to her car in that way. She knows exactly what she is doing. I turned my attention to Justin, who was still pinned by Roe, with his arms behind his back…and gawking at my sister like she was his dinner. He strained against Roe's grip slightly, but it wasn't as if he was screaming for his life. Not yet anyway.

As far as he was concerned, he just thought he was going to get a free porno and be the star of the show. Because that was the rule—become Twister"s fuck toy. But what he didn't know was the blood shed that was about to unfold between my sister and I.

Twister sat on her bonnet with a joint in her mouth and her legs out, one crossed over the other, hiding that perfect little pussy, waiting—to kill for me. She loved being the centre of attention, all eyes on her, never doing anything fast. It was always slow and sensual.

She blew the cloud of smoke from her nose and pushed her chest out, enough to see her tight midsection compress, the strokes of her muscles pulling, and the shadows of the lighting working everyone's cock—and Ivy"s pussy so it seemed. God damn.

"You see, Justin…look at that pretty little thing. You know what happens now, don't you?" I stepped closer to him, pointing at her and glaring right through his eyes before grabbing his chin between my thumb and index finger. "Don't you?" I repeated, my tone husky and strung out.

He didn't reply straight away, but then Roe knocked the back of his head forward with his palm. "Ahh—Jesus fucking christ. Yes, okay. You're going to have sex with…your sister. You freaks," Justin snapped.

"Yes. Good boy. And you're going to watch." I smirked.

"I thought part of this whole thing was that I could fuck her, even if I lost the race? But she's your sister, man. What type of club are you running?"Justin"s face scrunched together in disgust, but yet again not entirely objecting to the idea.

"My club? Are you really questioning my club? Right now?"

"No." His throat struggled against his swallow.

"Then you would do well to stay quiet. Oh, and don't worry, we"re still going to be nice. We will let you cum, won"t we guys?" I paused to look at my crew before hounding my glare into his eyes. "That's going to be the best part," I said truthfully—just to him. He scoffed under his breath, locking his chin nervously.

"Never. Wouldn't even get hard, mate."

Twister laughed. "It wasn"t an option," she added, blowing another cloud into the air.

"What about us? Do we get to?" Mitch's voice sounded, I had almost forgotten he was there. Yes, you too, but the bloodshed is between me and Twister. My cock twitched. Come on, keep it together.

"Could this loser handle watching all of us?" I spoke loudly so that all could hear, even the mob in the distance who was watching on. Justin's cheeks flushed crimson, his body straining yet again against Roe's firm hold, but he wasn't letting him out of his sight. The menacing energy had ricocheted like a domino effect. What started off with just me wanting to bury the cunt six feet under, was now five.

"I have a better idea," Twister called over me. "If he's going to refuse to fuck me, and thinks he can manage to watch everyone else fuck me without getting an erection so easily, then he can go."

"Okay, deal. What do you think?" I asked Justin.

"Easy. And I can take my bike?"

"Sure," I smirked.

Twister took another long drag of the weed-filled doobie and passed it to Mitch, who had moved to stand next to her car with his arms crossed. We all watched, completely mesmerised as she shuffled off her car and stood before Justin.

She flared her lashes up and down him. The man was already melting like butter—nothing unusual for Twister. His palms twitched behind Roe, and he looked as though he was restraining everything in him to stop himself from touching her. She didn't move. She just stared right through him. Who would break contact first?

Moments passed and she was still holding her breath, ironically doubling the effect of the Marijiana. I watched eagerly as the speed of his chest rising and falling became faster by the second.

"Getting nervous, are we?" Roe asked him, his ashy tone was edged with darkness and delight, but Justin didn't reply. The heat in my veins escalated as she leant in, inches from his lips, on the tippiest of her toes before letting out the entire chestful of haze in his face. Without delay she rolled the flat of her tongue along the base of his collarbone, trailing up to his stubbled chin. But again, he did not move or whimper.

"Kiss me," she lured him through her promiscuous voice and body language. Roe chuckled under his breath, though it was no humorous laugh of his. It was almost…condemning.

"That's not fair," Justin croaked.

Twister's teeth peered through her lips in that seductive grin, and then he took his lips to hers. She let him devour her for a moment before leaning back and turning the palm of her hand over his chest, pushing him slightly.

"No—not there." Her tone was soft and in full control. He dropped his gaze to her chest and Roe released his grip. Justin slowly bent down, lifting her tee above her breast and mouthing her nipple with his tongue. She dipped her head back with a loud moan as he played with her piercing, before finishing it off with a giggle.

"No. Not there either," I added for her.

I walked over to them, stopping before Twister and slowly unbuttoned her denim shorts. I tugged them down over her waist and they fell to the bitumen around her ankles. She breathed heavily and turned her knee outward so that more of her was exposed.

"So needy. My needy little minx." I barely formed the sentence. I went for her G-string and rolled my index finger under the fabric, pushing through her wet slit. Fucking hell, I am so fucking horny. The sound she made before swallowing enticed the groan to form deep within me.

"So fucking wet for Justin, aren't you? Or is that for all of us?" I stopped for a second to pull myself together. "Kiss here," I ordered.

"Fuck," Justin breathed.

"Yes. We will." Twister just had to add to that. But I knew that tone. All lies. All bluff. All play. That's my girl. Get him up only to bring him back down again. He mirrored the sound she made, totally spellbound by her. I didn't know a single soul on this earth who had denied her and lasted another five minutes before succumbing to her siren.

He got to his knees, taking his hands to her ass and spreading her pussy with his thumbs. I licked her flavour off my finger, tasting her sweet desire with a hint of bitterness. She pushed his head into her and he sealed his mouth over the heaven of honey, nodding his head three times like he was bopping for apples before she pulled him back by the hair to look up at her.

"You want me?" she teased, egging him on. Justin was speechless for a second, but nodded his head vigorously.

"Yes, yes, yes. Yes, I—please. Please." He swallowed and went to go back to her pussy, but her grip stopped him.

"Then get in line." Her tone was blunt and cold. Minx.

She stepped out of his grip, pulling her shorts back up and buttoning them again and strolled back towards her car. Roe grabbed Justin's arms before stringing them behind his back once more without so much as a struggle or objection.

Twister glanced back over her shoulder at the five of us who were all practically drooling by this point—even Ivy. She tilted forwards and my cock pulsated as her taut jeans rolled back down over her toned ass. Music wasn't playing—not even a hum of a car or bike—but the song ‘Porn Star Dancing' by My Darkest Days started running in my head. Because my filthy little sister had begun fucking strip teasing as if we were in a fucking strip club.

"Shit."Roe, Justin, Mitch, Ivy and I said the word in unison.