On Your Knees, Stepsister

KAELIN

I shouldn't covet her. It was taboo and frowned upon by society. It would disgust anyone who heard it, but I couldn't end my feelings. I couldn't tell my heart who to lust over. That first day, when she helped me without knowing who I was, was the day my feelings started. We were just kids, but I knew, deep down, that she would be mine someday. 

Fate had to play a sick joke by bringing our parents together and making the girl I love my stepsister, making it impossible for me to love her freely.

Grunting, I slid my dick into the willing hole of the whore I picked up because of how much she looked like her, the lady I wasn't supposed to think about, one I had pushed away from home. 

I wrapped my fist around the lady's red hair and tugged hard, causing her to gasp. Her pussy clenched around my dick as I increased my pace, tightening my hold.

“More,” she begged, her arse cheeks bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck! I need more!” She tried to turn, but I held her hair tighter.

It would be over if she looked at me. Imagining her as my stepsister made me hard. My dick would soften the minute I stared into her eyes and realised she wasn't my step-sister.

That was why I fucked them doggy style. This way, I wouldn't have to look at their face.

“Fuck!” she screamed when I hit the spot, thrashing under me from both the pain of her scalp hurting from my tight grip, and the pleasure from having her G-spot stroked.

With one hand holding her hair in place, I slapped her juicy arse cheeks with my right hand. She moaned louder, trying to match my pace.

“Faster," she begged, her voice getting hoarse from the screaming. 

I stopped and reached for the ball gag I had kept, just in case the lady I was taking was a screamer. I hated it when they did that. Her voice was grating on my damn nerves. With the gag, I reached for her hair and pulled it back tighter, ignoring her gasps of pain. 

I put the gag in place with no resistance before I resumed my thrusts, eager to get this done. I wasn't feeling it with her anymore. It could be her voice or my earlier annoyance at seeing Lylah cosy with another man. I wanted to get that scene out of my mind, but it was burned there, refusing to budge, taunting me. 

As she climaxed, her cunt wrapping tight on my dick, I followed suit, thinking of my feisty stepsister as I offloaded into the rubber. 

Letting out a grunt, I pushed away from her and got down from the bed. I reached for my briefcase and brought out a wad of cash, which I threw at her. 

“Take that and get out.”

“What?” She sat up, looking at me with a frown. 

Now that she didn't have her back to me and the haze of the sex was long gone, I realised she didn't look anywhere near my step-sister. Her looks were just so-so. Not on par with my angel. 

“You heard me.” I got out a stick of cigarettes from my discarded slacks and lit it, taking a whiff as I strode over to my sofa. “Get lost.” When I spoke this time, my tone conveyed my emotions. She must have read into it, realised I wasn't playing because she scrambled down from the bed and hastily wore her gown. She took the wad of cash, stared at me for a few seconds, and then she hurried out, with her shoes in her hand. 

The door clicked behind her, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I took another drag of my stick and exhaled, thinking of how different life would have been if the only woman I ever wanted wasn't as stubborn as hell. 

Lylah. 

My feisty, sweet stepsister is the most feisty woman I have ever met. What I wouldn't give to tame her, to snuff out that fire while healing her. 

It wasn't possible, though. Ever since she left at 20, our paths hardly crossed. And when it does, it always ends with her yelling obscenities at me. 

I let out a dry chuckle. 

She was the only woman who ever stood up to me, the devil of the dark world. While others cowered in my presence, scrambling to get my attention and some scraps from my table, she always met me head-on with a fearless glint…