Chapter Twenty Five

Roe fucked my sister like it was the last thing he would do in his life. Like it was the last thing she would ever do. Pumping into her harder and harder with each thrust, making each of her wails of pleasure and pain ricochet through the curves of the road we had raced up what felt like hours ago.

I glanced quickly at the time on my phone with my free hand, my other one fisting Justin's shirt. Not that the fucker was going anywhere. He had been mesmerised by her since she kissed him.

3.27 A.M.

Fuck. We'd been at it for nearly four hours and the cunt was no closer to death than he was four hours ago. Twister was wasting away to a puddle of cum and sweat before me, and I had no idea much much longer I could deal with seeing her that way. But she was holding out. Just for me. Just for us.

"Alright, big boy. It's his turn now."

Roe growled nothings under his breath but retreated from Twister hesitantly and took my place holding Justin, deciding to keep himself out of his pants and continue working himself. God damn. It pulsated hard for him, coated in Twister"s gloss. Justin's face looked pale and totally disgusted by what Roe was doing behind him.

What we are doing.

To my sister.

But did he really have a choice? No. Not that it stopped the pre-cum from flowing from him. He had been edging himself the entire time, sweat pouring from him to the point of him almost in tears for not being able to relieve himself—which he was dying to do. I was convinced he was foaming in the mouth for it—for her.

I pushed Justin between her legs and grabbed the mask from my pocket then threw it over my head, leaving it above my nose. I mouthed, "its go time" to her and dropped the balaclava over the rest of my face. Her face lit up and her eyes twinkled in pure excitement, seeing me in the mask. Justin acted quick, bending his knees to place his very eager—and very small—cock into her with an immediate groan and a shudder. Without him noticing, I pulled the knife from my other pocket that I had taken from Roe earlier and gently placed it in Twister"s hand.The sound that she made when she grabbed it was orgasmic.

"Good girl, take him. Tell me, sis, how does he make you feel?" I asked, my voice muffled from the mask. Come on, baby, you can do it. Make him bleed. I want to see you covered in red.

I stepped aside and groaned as I pulled my cock"s foreskin back, rolling it down and back up again. My balls tightened from the pleasure of finally touching myself, after watching her for so long.

"Oh, I'm feeling something," she snarked sarcastically as he put all of his effort into fucking her.

"Yeah, take my big cock, slut," he cooed. He almost softened my cock in an instant. Pathetic cunt. Not an inch of pleasure on her face and yet he is still going at her like she is enjoying it. What a deadbeat.

Twister wrapped her legs around him, strategically locking him into place as she moaned occasionally for theatrics. She rolled her eyes as she shifted the knife just up above Justin's waist and then hovered there. Fuck, fuck this is happening. I rocked my hips gently, taking short and quick breaths to my strokes. I needed to slow down. I eased my hand and waited, watching, panting. Needing. It was so fucking wrong. But it was everything she had been wanting, I fucking knew it. I'd only be more than happy to give it to her. Always.

A laugh slipped from her lips as she trailed the jagged edge of the knife up his back. Twice, three times, four times—like it was nothing.

Blood.

So much blood.

Twister was moaning and shuddering as he bellowed in pain and squirmed, which made Roe laugh, loudly.

"God damm," he said.

"Don't you dare fucking move!" Twister hissed at Justin, the knife pushed firmly on the pumping artery on his neck.

"Fuck," I added. The red trail of his blood started flowing down his ribs onto the car, pre-cum coated my hand and my arousal flooded my brain.

Using the knife, she forced him over and onto his back. Justin whimpered but followed her direction, crying like the little bitch he was. She mounted him and guided his still-hard shaft into her before running the knife down his neck as she grinded him. She trailed the weapon under his shirt and the fabric split in two, showing more of the crimson liquid.

Twister rode him, hard, rolling her hips and using her fingers to make herself cum—twice. Justin was fading in and out, yet maintained his erection somehow. His face was fucking terrified, whitening with each slash she tore over him.

His blood had more than smeared all over the bonnet. It was seeping into the engine bay and dripping onto the road. But still, it wasn't enough. I wanted more.

"More, Twister. Come on, baby. Show me what you can do," I coaxed her as I sped up the grip on my dick. She snickered through her panting and bounced on the tip of his pathetic little cock. He whimpered and tensed.

"Oh, FUCK! I'm-I"m cum—!" Justin's vein from his face protruded as he began to climax. But Twister showed him no mercy. As he cried out in pleasure, he also bellowed out from the wounds she pressed into him. As she dug into him, she kept rolling her hips, cumming again, and again, and again, until there was no colour left on either of them other than fucking red. Oh, sis. She is spent.

"Such a good fucking girl," I groaned my praise for her under the fabric. She followed my voice, tipping her head around to meet me and then holding her dripping crimson hand out for mine. Exhausted and bathed in blood, cum, sweat, and dare I say it—satisfaction.

Not yet, sis. He's not quite done yet,I said in my head as he coughed, choking on his own blood.She muttered my name—my real name—twice. Like music to my fucking ears.

"Tell me you need me. I want to hear you beg for your brother," I demanded as I stripped off the rest of my clothes, letting them fall to the ground and leaving my mask on.

"I want you. I need you, please," she begged. I took the knife from her other hand and then turned her over so that her back was flat on Justin's body. Without a moment to spare, I pushed myself into her and we both slid upward from my strength. Everything was completely covered in the thick residue of Justin's blood, his soft, fading gargles he was letting out only enhancing the moment.

Twister moaned and clenched tightly around me. Considering how exhausted she was, she kept herself ready and needy for me.

"Ah. Fucking hell, Twister," I hissed through grit teeth as she climaxed for me. I brought my forehead to hers, losing myself entirely in her eyes as she looked into mine through the mask. I glided my now-scarlet hand down her cheek, trailing red lines over her skin. I pushed them into her mouth, and she mounted in a way that I had never heard before, sending me into my own orgasm. "Yes. Fuck. Yes," I moaned loudly, hearing the echo of my growl ricocheting through Zig Zag. This.

This was what we had been looking for.

This was…us.

I pulled off the mask and caught my breath. A moment or two passed—or ten or twenty—and I whispered between each kiss on her lips, tasting the metallic flavour of Justin.

My.

Twisted.

Fucking.

Sister.

I shifted myself off her, admiring the carnage that was before me.

"See Justin? I told you. I told you you had to watch me do it," I said roguely to the lifeless carcass under my sister.