Chapter Three

Twister was made for this shit. She was your hot, filthy, horny poster girl who fed off being watched. A submissive little thing, but fuck around and she could rip your balls from the sac before you could say, "Oh, shit."

Seeing her fuck someone on a motorbike had sent me into some kind of wicked fucking overdrive. He'd had one hand cupped on her boob, while the other circled her clit, osculating her tight little body forwards and backwards over his meaty cock. I was losing my fucking mind.

Her other tit bounced with her rhythm, her pace fastening and slowing. She had a good handful, and they put up a good bounce when you fucked her good and hard. She had a tattoo under her boobs, running down to her belly button. A flower of some kind, with what looked like a spiderweb behind it. We used to play little games when we first started fucking. How much cum could I manage to get in the lines?

Twister was…something else.

Elite. Everything was in the right places.

She was my little fuck toy. One that would break if you gave it to her hard enough, but she always managed to take it. Fixed her attitude, half the time. But the rest of her was a loose fucking screw.

As much as she annoyed the piss out of me, I loved her. It was us against the world. I had lost my brother. I wasn't going to lose her too.

I undid the button of my chinos and pulled out my cock, which had been nagging me to stroke it for far too long. The cheeky fucking bitch had gone and sat on his dick without my command. She was going to regret that. The veins that ran along my shaft thumped with need. It felt hot in my hands as I gave it a steady tug. Every moan and groan those two let out only made the pre cum pool and smear over my thumb and index finger. If she keeps going like that, I am certain I am going to nut before he does.

Mitch didn't look a day over eighteen. A virgin. Probably had never even kissed a girl in his life, and yet there he was with his big bloody dick buried deep in my sister"s puffy wet pussy. The lucky bastard. The thing was fucking huge.

I fucked myself, slowly. I'd coaxed him with instructions every now and again. But he had managed to find his rhythm, keeping both herand himself steady on his own. He was the best plaything we'd had since…Roe. Fuck, I miss that cunt. I bet she did too. So, I knew for certain that I wouldn't be letting Mitch out of my sight. Besides, if I gave her a new fucktoy, then I would get my chance to have that damn surgery.

She could waste all her energy and spare time on that boy, for all I cared. I figured, if I had him around and keep her busy, then I could finally blow my load in her without breeding some fucked up mini me into the world. The damn bitch just wouldn't let me go even half a day without fucking her again.

Ha. The poor kid has no idea what's coming.

"Rub her clit for me," I demanded. He followed without questioning, nor did he take his eyes from her swollen pussy, gloss coating her cunt and all of his shaft. God fucking dammit, that is a tight fit. She was in pure fucking ecstasy.

He circled his fingers over the little bud in the same rhythm that she was rolling her hips over him. He was really good at what he was doing—too good. In fact, judging by the look on her face, I'd say he was almost even better than me. Almost.

Watching my sister's toes curl like that from another man pleasing her needs was a euphoric sensation, seeing the mess she made—and continued to make—on that bike of his…fuck. I needed to see him do all of it to her again. Over, and over, and over. Until she was in a liquidated state and his mouth was fucking jawlocked.

"That's it. Now work her until she's almost ready to cum, and stop. Then I want you to stand on these pegs and fuck her from behind. Can you do that for me?" I pointed to the foot pegs of the motorbike. I wanted to see how deep he could get inside her before she folded. Make her wait for it.

"Uh, o–kay," he puffed, working her clit a little more heatedly. She whimpered and moaned as he brought her right to the edge and then left her empty, needing, and hungry.

"Good boy," I replied. I'd give credit where credit is due—he had a natural talent to tease her…and please me. Mitch stood where I asked and Twister swivelled herself around, putting her knees on the fuel tank. She leant forward so her ass pointed up and was in a firing line right to his length. She shuddered from his touch as he swirled his finger inside her, then back out. Okay…okay, virgin. A+ for effort.

He lined his thickly veined, shiny head right at her tight swell. Without warning she shoved herself straight against him. She cried out, almost knocking him into next Sunday.

"Deeper," I pressed. Mitch inhaled sharply through his teeth as he pushed deeper inside. "Can you feel her expanding for you?"

"God yes. Fuck."

I looked at that stunning, rose gold glimmer that flushed her cheeks. It was much more evident than usual, which was nearly sending me over the edge. Atta boy, make that pussy pay. Take her. Make her yours.

"Harder, Mitch," she whined. The cheeky fucking bitch. Instinctively, my fist clenched. Mutiny. As much as I enjoyed the sight of the guy taking her, saying hisname was a big no-no. Only my name was to be said. She knew that. Now she was really getting under my skin. Little fucking brat.

I took my hand from myself, hesitantly, and tucked my thumping cock away. I would have my turn, in time—in her fucking asshole. I'd show her what happened when she broke my rules. He brought his hand around and found her clit again, grabbing her hip for a deeper impact as he thrusted. She shrieked in both pain and pleasure. Twister was leaking around him, shaking. Fucking hell, am I going to cum without even stroking? Maybe.

There was only one man other than me who could make her wet and shudder like that.

Fucking Roe.

My best friend.

My straight and narrow.

Had he been there, I would be certain that Mitch's head would be somewhere else—and not anywhere near his body. And he would be taking his place in my sister's pussy. Rightly so. He was good there. He was good for her. But he wasn't there. Bastard. She needed his blackout, menacing sex.

"Oh, fuck," I muttered under my breath. I loved the thought of her and Roe fucking again.

But for the moment, I needed to make sure she remembered who she belonged to. Now, don't peg me out to be the bad guy here. I didn't mind letting her lead loose, but she would never break from my chain. I own her. Butshe always knew just how to get under my skin. Flutter her eyelashes—you know that shit. Especially the twinkle in her eye she always gets after having a really good orgasm. Fuck, she sounds good. And fuck didn't that just make my cock throb harder. She was definitely never letting the poor son of a bitch out of her sight…if I chose to give her my good graces, that is.

I made my way beside her and gave them a few moments to come back to the here and now from his impalement, before releasing my cock again.

"Do you like the way he fucks you, sis?" I groaned as she curled her cute little hand around me. Her nails were a different shade each week, making my cock look so decorative for me. She snickered under her breath. I just knew she had some smartass remark to roll off that tongue, but she couldn't quite mutter it out.

I clutched her throat just to add to the lack of air in her chest, and her gaze grew a deviously dark shade, followed by a wicked grin. "Maybe better than you can," she choked through a moan. I furrowed my brows, holding myself together. She was really asking for it. But I'd let the guy have his moment, then I'd fuck her until she couldn't walk. When I was done, he could clean up the mess…for making her forget her place. Fuck, and just wait until Roe is out of jail.

"You're absolutely going to regret that," I turned a smile, matching hers and pressing my grip on her neck harder. "Oh, shit," Mitch hissed, rolling his head back, his chest panting heavily with his movements as he glided in and out of her.

"She's clenching, isn't she? When I press here." I squeezed again, both of them reacting in unison as her grip tightened on me. "Fuck," I groaned.

"Oh, no. I'm going to…where do I? Ah," Mitch cried out.

"I want you to cum on her pussy, pretty boy," I commanded. He dug his fingers into her waist and his creamy seed pooled over her ass's swollen rosy opening. Mitch groaned and shuddered with each pulsation as it trickled down her, and then the motorbike. It just kept coming.

"Good boy. Now get off, and stand there," I pointed beside her and he moved, like an obedient little puppy. "Keep your fucking ass up," I growled at Twister. My fucking turn.

I stood on the metal pegs and grabbed the V of her hip with one hand, collecting her hair into a knot with the other. I pulled it tightly towards me with haste, shoving her ass straight onto my very needy, pumping cock. She cooed from the pain that tore through her asshole. My nose flared at the scent of the sweet juices that smeared with the metallic bitterness of his cum, still dripping down her.

"Who do you belong to? Huh?" I hissed. She winced and stuttered. I pulled her again, harder, and she tugged even further down my shaft, making her completely inaudible. Her ass was warm and insanely tight, almost cutting the circulation off.

"Use your words, baby girl," I coaxed, my tone domineering and sharp. My balls tightened, hounding for my release. I was close to blowing. She gagged from the dull ache I was leaving in her, before finally spitting her words out. "Ah. You!" she cried out, pulling to break contact, but I held her down and made her take every inch of pain that I hammered her way.

"Yes. Me. And don't you ever fucking forget that." I stilled, letting the static shock of heat thread through me, filling her ass with force.

I caught my breath then let myself free of her, and smacked her on the little heart tattoo on her ass before tucking myself away. Physically, but not mentally. I glanced at the kid next to me. His face was flushed with what I could only gather was excitement and shame, his forehead shining with beads of sweat.

"Clean her up, pretty boy. And maybe—just maybe—I might let you have your bike back. We'll see. The fun has only just begun with you." I winked at him and he gulped down. Okay, so he didn't exactly earn my respect—yet. But he could follow my rules and every queue. I liked the kid. For some really weird reason.

And with that, I was on my bike and gone before either of them had the chance to process or respond.