Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

Knox

F uck! I scared her off. Not once has she ever not taken my calls. But after I ran my mouth all over her body, obviously giving her the creeps, she’s probably written me off like everyone else has. But in her case, I don’t fucking blame her. The thoughts I’m having should have her hiding from me. She probably thinks I’ve become some sick criminal heathen, and is never going to speak to me again. Dammit, how do I fix this? I can’t lose her. She’s my everything. The only thing keeping me going in this place.

The phone in my hand starts to vibrate and I almost drop the thing. When I see her name on the screen, it slips from my hand onto the bed and my heart starts to pound in my chest. I quickly grab the thing before I miss her call.

“Damn, Myr. I was worried when you didn’t pick up,” I say, sounding like I just spent an hour lifting in the gym. The fear rattled me hard.

“Sorry,” she says, out of breath herself. “I was busy and didn’t um…get to it fast enough.”

Thank fuck. The worry starts to recede. Seeing her smiling face, knowing she’s not scared of me has the heaviness lifting, but so is something else. I just rubbed myself out three times in hopes that I’d be under control when I spoke to her, but damn, she has the prettiest smile. She’s got the prettiest everything. Especially that little birthmark under her eye which I can now zoom in on, pinching the screen out with my fingers to see it. It’s like the shape of a little cloud, a faint little wisp reminding me of the beautiful sky, just like her eyes.

“What were you doing?” I ask, needing to focus my mind elsewhere and not where it’s trying to lead me again. I zoom back out to see her. Her cheeks look bright pink like she just finished a workout herself. There’s a sheen of sweat on her face too.

“Oh, um…I was just getting changed and couldn’t answer the Facetime call naked.”

Shit. I wish she would’ve. That would’ve given me spank material for the next nine years of this hell. Fuck. I can’t be thinking like that. Keep it clean, Knox. She’s your stepsister. Remember the twelve-year-old girl with pigtails you’d take for ice cream. The one you’d play tag with. I’d love to chase her down now, pin her to the ground and.... Goddammit, I need to get myself under fucking control.

“Wait. How are you calling me?” She peers closer to the phone, finally realizing that it’s not our scheduled call time and that she’s actually seeing me on the screen. “Knox, where did you get a phone?”

I smirk. “Did a favor for someone and received it as a gift.”

Her eyes narrow in and that sweet smile turns down into a frown. “What exactly did you do, Knox?” I can see the stern rigidness of her brow trying to scold me for a crime I didn’t commit. “I’m worried you’re going to end up getting caught with all your shenanigans and the next time you’re up for parole, they’re going to throw the book at you again.”

They’re going to do that anyway, but she’s wrong. This favor was actually legal.

“Relax, Myr. One of the guys in here needed some help with his daughter’s college applications and helping her figure out how to apply for scholarships. I offered some assistance and she ended up getting into every school she applied to with a full ride. Didn’t expect payment since he was just trying to help his kid out, but he was so appreciative he gave me this phone.”

“How did he get it?”

“There are ways, Myr.” I grit my teeth at the undeniable truth. “Remember, there are a lot of dirty cops in this world.”

Her eyes narrow again, those plump lips pursed in a scowl. She hates that the system is so broken, but it’s a damn fact we’re faced with. I do believe though that there are still some decent officers in the world that will fix it one day. At least…I hope so. “By the way, did you talk to your friend and get me the plate number?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I tried calling her but she’s at work.”

I gave Monk a ring, wanting to give him a heads-up, but he didn’t pick up. Figure it’s going to take him a moment to decipher where the number is coming in from to make sure it’s really me on the other end of the line. Once he traces the call, I know he’ll give me a shout.

“So, does this mean I can call you anytime I want?” she asks, bringing back that cute smile that warms my heart every time.

“Nah, babe. Unfortunately, there are only certain times we can chat. But you can text me anytime you want and when I get to check my phone, I’ll respond back. Just don’t freak out if it takes a while before I get back to you.” I could call her at three in the morning when the whole cell block is sound asleep, but she’ll be asleep too. And between school and work, Myr needs her rest. She doesn’t need to be keeping my lonely ass company during the wee hours of the morning. But maybe If I have a picture of her, I won’t feel so alone.

“Hey! Send me a pic of yourself. That way I can look at it when I’m missing you.”

She does it right in the next beat. Holding the phone out, blowing me a kiss. Fuck Me. Maybe that was a bad idea. Now, I’m going to be using her damn selfie at three a.m. when my cock is lonely. The image dings in and I open it, immediately taking note of the rainbows and her nipples showing right through the material. My mouth opens before my brain has a chance to filter my dick’s thoughts.

“Those are the pajamas I got you. Let me see them, Myr.” I close out of the picture and watch the live video streaming on the screen, which suddenly feels like a live porn. My sweet Myr is biting down on her bottom lip, a blushing smile heating up her cheeks.

“I wear them every night.” She holds the phone above her head, showing me her pajama top. She must be laying down based on the angle. My fingers move to the screen, pinching it out so I can have a closer look. Her taught rosebuds are poking right through the tight material, hinting to their dusty shade of pink. And at the bottom hem of the shirt, the base of her full breasts are revealed. The shirt must be riding up. She’s obviously outgrown the pajamas. When I bought them for her she was a scrawny, little teeny thing; now she’s all woman— and all curves.

I’d like to claim I’m a better man, but maybe prison life has rubbed off on me because I’m taking a screenshot to add to my late-night collection. I zoom back out, seeing her face again. Her hair all sprawled out on a pillow. “Can’t believe they still fit,” I say, my voice coming out gruff. I clear my throat, trying to hide the lust clogging up my vocal pipes. The cum she’s eliciting is clogging up my other pipe and making it ready to burst.

“They’re a little small, but they make me feel close to you.”

Damn, I need to get my shit together. She’s sharing how much she misses her stepbrother , and here I am mentally fucking her in every which way possible, ready to argue that in no way, shape, or form are her breasts small. Damn, they’d fit right into the palms of my large palms and give me a good handle to grab onto while I rode her… Fucking A. I need to quit this shit.

“Do you still have the teddy bear I gave you too?” I ask, trying to change the topic, but realizing I’ve just dug up another set of dirty ideas.

She nods. That was another gift I gave her right before my sentencing. I told her to hug it anytime she needed a hug from me. “Show me.” I let my dick’s desires slip right through my mouth. I need to seal my lips up before I ask her to hug the thing between her thighs and ride his soft snout like she’d ride my mouth. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She goes to a sitting position and then moves to stand. “I have to go get it. It’s in my room.”

Then whose bed is she laying in if she’s not in hers? “Where are you?”

Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink. “Yours. I…um…missed you so I came in here.”

And here I was worried sick she’d left here and was never coming back. Instead, she drove home, put on the pajamas I gave her, and went and snuggled into my bed. My chest feels tight knowing that she loves me that much. And those damn inappropriate thoughts thankfully fade into the background.

“I figured Lloyd would’ve gotten rid of my shit by now.”

She shakes her head. “He wanted to, but Lorena never did it. As soon as I get my own place, I’ll pack up your things and take them there.”

“Show me my old room, Myr.” The only thing I miss from that house is my stepsister, but I’m curious as to how I’ll feel seeing it.

She flips the camera angle around and slowly starts to circle the room. It all looks the same. The football posters on the wall. Trophies lined up on the shelf. My desk piled high with books. The pictures of me and Anna from prom tucked into my mirror.

My eyes drop down from the pictures to the reflection in the mirror, and…Holy Shit. Myrah said she was getting changed when I called, but in her rush to call me back, she must’ve forgotten to put on her pajama shorts. And mother of all things holy, she’s got the prettiest little pussy.

I only get the briefest look before she moves the camera, taking her bare cunt out of view, but she’s about to get to the other side of the room which has my full-length mirror hanging on the wall right next to my shelf of signed footballs. “Are my footballs still there, Myr?”

“Yes.” She turns the phone and then pauses the camera on the shelf, the mirror coming into view. “They’re still here. See. I can box them up and put them in my room just to be safe.”

I couldn’t give a shit about the balls. The only balls I’m thinking about are the ones under my shaft, tightening up and turning blue from what I see on my screen. I’ve zoomed in and can see every bit of her pink lips, the tuft of hair that matches her natural blonde color sitting as a little crown on top of the prettiest little princess. Her mouth-watering clit is right below, poking out from under its hood like it came out to play.

I snap the screenshot before she realizes and takes my view away. Later, when I’m in the dark cell, lights out, I’m going to study every detail of the image while I’m thinking about the fact that her bare little pussy was laying in my bed, rubbing against my sheets, trying to feel close to me.

She keeps scanning to the other side of the room and that’s when my bed comes into view, making me even harder. The sheets are all a mess from where she was laying. Wait…there’s something laying in the middle of the bed. Once again, I pinch my screen out to have a closer look. Holy fucking shit. It’s a vibrator. That’s why she didn’t answer my call. She was getting herself off. In my room. In my bed. Wearing the pajamas I gave her. I’m not sure how to stop from reading into that.

I snap another shot of the evidence, just to make sure my sick mind isn’t playing tricks on me.

“Oh my God!” The camera suddenly turns to the ground, following her panicked voice. She must’ve realized her toy was out in the open and dropped the phone. After a quick scuffling sound, she comes back onto the screen, looking even redder in the face than before. “Sorry, dropped my phone.”

I nod, pretending like I didn’t see a thing. Last thing I need right now is for her to freak out in embarrassment and go into hiding.

“Room looks the same,” I say, keeping my voice calm even though my heart is racing a mile a minute. Cock pulsing just as fast. She ran home from our visit, put on the pajamas that remind her of me, and then climbed into my bed and fucked herself with her toy.

My mind is reeling over the fact that all signs point to the fact that she was just as stirred up from our visit as I was. I wasn’t the only one who felt the immense heat when we were together. That I’m not alone in my perversion, but that she’s also craving her older stepbrother to fuck her hard into the mattress. Only thing is…how do I get her to admit the fact?

“What about your room, Myr? Does it still look the same?”

She nods and rises up again, obviously walking across the hall to her bedroom. She shows me her room. It’s exactly the same too. Pink everywhere. Neat as a pin. Bed not even touched. The giant teddy bear I gave her taking up half of it. My dirty mind gets excited at the sight of her stuffed toy and I can’t help myself. Maybe I can tease the feeling out of her.

“Wish I were that bear,” I say. “He looks like he has a cozy spot.”

“I give him a good-night hug every night, wishing I was hugging you.” Fuck me. I know she means it in the most innocent way, but I’m a dirty bastard who’s well aware she’s got a bare pussy that just got off, hence her clit poking out from its hood. She’d just worked it over, hopefully, while thinking of me. I know that if she rubs it on that plush fur right now, it will make her feel good. And I’m hoping that I can get her worked up again so I can watch her go off.

“How about you go over and give him a big hug right now and show me.”

She smiles and nods, then takes me with her to her bed. She gets settled down on top of the giant stuffed toy, propping the phone up next to her to show me as she gives its neck a big squeeze.

“When I bought that thing, he was nearly three times your size. Now you’re almost as big as him, Myr.”

“But I’ll never be too big to cuddle with him.” She nuzzles into him again. This time burying her face into his neck. I wish I could see the lower half of her body. I’m wondering if it’s rubbing against the fur.

“Is he nice and soft, babe?”

Her head turns to the side, cheek brushing over him, eyelids lower than they were a moment ago. It looks like my plan may be working. She doesn’t seem to be laying still. It looks like she’s rocking back and forth.

“Yes. So soft.” Her voice is even softer.

Fuck. I wish I could see her mounted on the thing, writhing her pussy against him.

“Raid, you need to hide your shit. They’re coming through and doing random checks.” TJ’s voice has popped the sexy little bubble my girl was in and I can see her eyes are now as big as saucers.

“Shit. I gotta go, sis. But I’ll call you as soon as I can. Love you.”

She nods, saying I love you back, and I hit end much sooner than I wanted. But there’s no way in hell I’m letting this phone be taken from me. Not when it’s now holding pics of the sexiest girl in the world. No one will ever get their hands on it.