Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

Knox

M y eyes fly open like clockwork. I’m positive it’s three in the morning on the dot. There’s nothing but a chorus of snores echoing throughout the dark space, but it’s still the most peaceful time in this place. Which is why I’ve trained my body to get up so early. To enjoy a few hours of calm before hell commences.

I reach up into the air duct, the one place they never think to check, and pull out my cell phone. Had to stash the thing quickly when they were coming through for night checks, so I never got to respond to Myrah’s message. Her wanting to know exactly how low my tattoos go. I’m tempted to text her back that she’ll have to find out for herself. But I need to tread lightly. Not sure if I’m misreading this shit or not. For all I know, she could’ve gotten horny over a movie she was watching in my room and just decided to take care of things. Though, I’m hoping that wasn’t the case. I’m hoping I was the sole cause of the tickle that was riding low in her belly.

I sit back onto my bed, tucking my phone behind my pillow to hide the light, propping myself against the cold cement wall. I immediately open my text messages and see I have another one from her. It’s got me curious as to what happened this evening, though she’s probably sound asleep. But I send her a response anyway.

Me: I’ll call later today. Just hope you’re okay, babe. Btw, tats go all the way down to my thigh.

The second I hit send, I realize I shouldn’t have called her babe. Fuck. My brain is having a real hard time remembering that she’s not my girlfriend but my stepsister. At least, not fucking yet. The picture I sent her earlier was meant to tempt her further. I wanted to reveal exactly what she’d get to enjoy if she wanted to. I know she’s got a thing for muscles. She’s told me time and time again that she doesn’t like scrawny twigs, and that she needs a guy who could carry her without breaking a sweat.

I’d be able to hold her above my head and lick at that pussy all night without breaking a sweat if she’d let me. Thinking of her sweet little pussy, I pull up the screenshot I snapped and zoom into the pretty spot. Damn, her cunt is incredible. I’ve only ever been with Anna, but I’ve seen a lot of porn in my life and can’t say I’ve ever seen a pussy as sexy as Myr’s. Her lips are light pink and smooth as a baby’s butt. That little pearl is sticking out below its little shell, and knowing it had just gotten off in my bed has my hand reaching into my drawers and pulling out my stiff junk.

I wonder if she left a smear of her juices across my sheets. Wish I were there so I could see and smell the evidence. Damn. My palm strokes firmly, tightening my grip as I think of her fucking that dildo. I flip to the other pic and zoom in on her toy, noticing the condom sheathing it. I’m guessing she did that to spare herself from having to clean the thing. If it were my dick she were fucking, there wouldn’t be a barrier between us. I’d be raw dogging her hard and fast. Making her dirty my dick all up. I want to feel it slick with her cum. Her arousal dripping down my balls.

The cum starts leaking from my tip. I’m not going to last much longer. I scroll to the next shot I have of her in her pajama top blowing me a kiss. Bet that mouth would feel amazing wrapped around my cock. Sucking my head between those plump red lips. I pump faster, zooming in on the screen to see the two parts I want to suck on. Her tight little nipples which are poking through the shirt. More evidence that sex had been on the brain before I called.

Her breasts are fucking fantastic. All that cushy flesh spilling out under the hem of her shirt. More cum starts dribbling over my hand as I imagine myself sucking on them. I scroll back to her pussy, wishing I could suck on that too. It was always one of my favorite things to do with Anna, and she claimed my mouth was incredible. I have a fetish for licking pussy, and Myrah’s… goddamn, I’d spend hours between those legs, swallowing every last drop, rolling her through one orgasm after another.

Fuck. The cum comes spewing out, making a mess of my abs. I fight the urge to roar like a beast as the orgasm blasts through me. Six years of fucking my hand, less than a year of sex with Anna, and not once have I come this hard. Shit. Now, I’m in even deeper with my obsession. Wanting Myrah even more than I did before. How the hell do I go back to just being her stepbrother when all I can think about is fucking my little stepsis ragged?

My phone lights up the cell; a text has just come in.

Sis: Wow! All the way down to your thigh. Can I see?

The smirk lifts my cheeks as my dick lifts right back up as if I didn’t just drain myself dry. She wants to see my ink. She’d be seeing a whole lot more than the dragon’s tail if I showed it to her now.

Me: I’ll show you next time you’re here. Too dark right now and can’t have the flash going off.

Sis: I think I’m going to get one.

Myrah with ink. Now that would be hot. Based on her edgy style, I’m surprised she didn’t go out right when she turned eighteen to do it.

Me: What are you going to get?

Sis: Maybe a dragon like yours.

I like the idea, but don’t want her to go shaving her head and covering her body from head to toe like me. Her skin is too pretty to be hidden away. But if she wanted to get a small one wrapped around her ankle or wrapped under her bicep, that would be cool.

Me: Where would you get it?

Sis: Was thinking of the putting the head over my heart, then wrapping it across my chest and around my stomach so the tail sweeps across my lower back.

No fucking way. Not only are her tits too damn perfect to be tainted, but the artist would have to see and touch her gorgeous breasts in order to ink her.

Me: Don’t you dare cover up any part of those incredible tits, Myr. How about you design a tattoo for my body and leave yours unblemished?

Now that I’m thinking about it, I’m not digging the idea of another man putting his hands on any part of her bare flesh, especially not without me being in the room. One look at her face and he’ll be trying to put a lot more than ink on her body. If she wants a tat, I’m going to demand she goes to a female artist. One that I’ve selected and arranged to come to the house.

Fuck. The seconds keep ticking by, and still no response comes through. Why the fuck did I say that about her tits? I’ve gone too far and now she’s probably over there thinking I’m a perverted freak. My sexually deprived mind clearly read the earlier situation wrong.

Sis: But what if I wanted to get your name tattooed over my heart like you did with mine? You wouldn’t approve?

Phew… Thank fuck she’s still talking to me. If I’d scared her off, I don’t think she’d want my name on any part of her body, let alone the most sacred place. Damn. The thought of her branded with my name is definitely something I want, but again, I don’t want that silky porcelain skin covered up.

Me: How about we decide on a spot the next time you’re here?

I need time to think of exactly where I want my name to be. On her ass would be a damn good place, but then again, her peach is too perfect to be tarnished either. I’m still thinking her arm, or maybe behind her ear. Wouldn’t mind it wrapped around her ring finger, laying right under the place her wedding band would sit. Shit. Am I really fantasizing about marrying my stepsister? Yes. Yes, I fucking am.

Sis: Okay, fine. We can talk about it when I see you. But I still think right here is the perfect place.

A picture comes in of the left side of her chest. The top of her left breast exposed to the camera to show the place over her heart. She sent me a picture of herself in a damn bra. A lace one that’s barely covering her pink rose which is peaked and pointing right at me, like it’s saying cheese for the camera. How am I not supposed to read into that?

Me: Like I said. Too damn perfect to cover up.

Again, I’m waiting on the edge of my seat for her to respond. Not that I gave her anything to respond to. What is she supposed to say? Thanks?

Sis: What about across my rib cage? Right here.

Another picture loads on the screen, showing the front of her bra with her finger pointing to the spot under her breast. Holy fuck. I think she’s trying to tease me. And damn is it working. She’s teasing the cum right from the end of my dick. That lacey thing she’s got on is now pulled up, revealing the curve of her breast. She didn’t need to show me her plump flesh for me to see the spot on her ribs she’s talking about. I could’ve seen it just fine without the striptease.

Me: Definitely worth considering that sexy little spot. Any other places you think it’d work?

I’m hoping she sends me a picture of her ass next. Need to see those sweet cheeks so badly. There’s another long-awaited pause, only building the excitement in my shaft for what’s to come.

Sis: Maybe here?

It’s not a picture of her ass, but it’s even better. It’s a full-frontal of her reflection in the mirror and she’s now pointing to a place along the side of her hip. But I’m not looking there. I’m looking at her matching lace thong that’s showing off her most private parts; parts that should be forbidden to me since I’m her stepbrother. I’ve already seen her pussy in the buff, but the fact that she’s actually allowing me the view this time makes it so much better. This time she wants me to look. And that tells me, my intuition was right. She was rolling around in my sheets with her dildo, wishing I were there.

Me: Careful, sis. I’ve been caged for six years and that body is capable of bringing even the devil to his knees.

I give her my warning. If her intent isn’t to tease me with that sinful body, then she’ll tuck tail and quit sending pics. But if she’s trying to get a rise out of my dick, wanting to see this through, then I expect something even better to show up on my screen. Damn, I’m dying to know what her next move is. Nervous that she’ll change her mind and retreat.

The silent seconds ticking by feel longer than any prison minute. And then… I have my answer. My jaw locking tight as I read the message on my screen.

Sis: You’d have to be on your knees to see the tattoo if I got it here.

The picture of her sitting on the bed, knees propped wide, her barely covered pussy on full display and her finger pointing to the very inside juncture of her thigh, right next to the obvious wet spot on her panties, has me nearly busting my load way too fucking soon. She’s not only giving me permission to look at that pretty little pussy that’s made a mess of herself already, but she’s giving me an invitation to take this to forbidden territory. And damn if I’m not going to accept. Right or wrong, her little pussy is going to be quivering for me.

Me: I’d have to be on my knees, face buried between your legs to see it there. If you’re good with that, then I think we found the spot.

I’d make her show it to me every time she comes to visit, swiping my tongue right under her panties while I admire her ink and worship her sweet little cunt.

Sis: I’m more than good with that.

Hell yeah. Fuck, I wish I were there. I’d be making her scream my name over and over again as I suck the pleasure right out of her.

Me: Quit fucking teasing, Myr. I’m a starving man over here.

My cock is dribbling precum like a running faucet. Lubing me up as I stroke. Making it even harder to stave off the eruption.

Sis: Is this what you’re hungry for?

The picture she gifts me with is an up-close view of her pink lips slick with her lust for me, swollen little clit begging for attention, and a tiny little slit sitting below her seam which doesn’t even look like it could fit my massive rod. Damn, her pussy is a sight for sore fucking eyes. And is making my cock real fucking sore.

Me: If I were going to be put down in here and they asked me what my last meal was, it’d be you. I’d be licking over every inch of that pretty little pussy, babe. Running my tongue up and down those plump lips, getting every drop of your sweet nectar. Sucking on that little gumdrop you’ve got poking out at me. Being extra thorough and giving my sweet sis the attention she needs.

I squeeze my shaft to hold myself off, but thinking of what I would do to her is making my balls turn blue. I’m going to have to give in soon before I’m suffering from extreme pain. I’m just hoping I’ll be able to hold off until her next text comes through.

Sis: You know what else needs attention…

A picture comes in of her naked tits. Nipples like two little rosy mountain caps. So tight and perfect. I’d climb Mount Everest to get to them if I had to. Dredge through violent winds and snow just to get my mouth on them.

Me: They would definitely have my undivided attention.

If I were free of this place, I’d suck on them so often they’d start feeding me milk.

Me: Wouldn’t miss a single spot on your incredible body, babe. God, I want to devour you whole. My dick has never been so hard, Myr. Tell me you’re close. Won’t come until I see yours dripping out of that sweet center.

I release my grip on my cock, too on the verge of orgasm to hold back anymore. One more touch, one more stroke, and I’m going over. But I want her to come first. It feels like a life sentence as I wait for her text. What the hell is taking so damn long for her to respond? She’s got me on the brink of madness. Where the hell did she go?

Sis: Your turn. Better put your phone on mute.

This time a video comes in with her text. I mute the side then hit play. And holy fuck. My sweet Myr is on full display, gorgeous face all heated with arousal, tits being palmed and played with by her free hand. The other between her legs, fucking that tiny slit in and out with two slick fingers.

My eyes are glued to the screen, watching every part. Her mouth is open and I see my name falling from her lips over and over again. Nipples now being twisted and plucked. Pussy pumping forward to meet her every thrust. And then…it happens. Juices come squirting out of her as her body arches off the bed. She’s coming so fucking hard all over my sheets, and my dick is following suit. Cum erupting like lava, going everywhere.

As I’m coming down from the pleasure, I watch my phone. The camera comes back up to her face. She’s panting as she blows me a kiss. Then the words I love you form on her lips.

Me: I love you too, babe.

Sis: Came so hard, I’m about to pass out now.

She’s tired. As much as I don’t want to let her go right now, that I wish I were there to cuddle her, she needs her sleep.

Me: Good night, sis. And P.S. Myr…branding or not, that pussy is mine now.

Don’t care whether it’s stamped with my name or not, she belongs to me. No more texts come through and I assume sleep has taken her. At least, that better be the reason she didn’t respond to my text.