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004.

SIENNA 

I walked into Simon's room, a bowl of water in hand. I stood before his bed, watching him with a frown.

I saw every event of last night written all over his face and as I remembered the way the lady from last night kept hovering around him, never giving me space to watch over my stepbrother, I tightened my fists.

Fuck, like I was a damn Watchman. Why was I so overprotective?

Now he was so hungover, looking like a ripped off beggar. 

I emptied the bowl of cold water on his head and he jumped up, but he was still half asleep.

"Are you sober enough to explain last night?" I moved closer, hands akimbo, my angry eyes fixed on him.

"Uh? What are y….you saying?" He asked slowly and I grabbed his shirt, dragging him out of bed.

"Who was that girl?"

"What girl?"

I scoffed, "what's up with the lazy replies? Get that sleep outta your head now and answer me!" I snapped at him, my hand raising his jaw to look at me.

"Of course, I'm still asleep.." he groaned and fell, snuggling his pillow closer and seconds later he began snoring.

His loud grunts got on my nerves and I had no choice but to leave his sleepy head solo and find some better things doing with my boring life.

Since today was Christmas, the company gave all workers a three-day holiday off work. I sat on my bed, expecting to hear a knock on my door— a knock from Simon.

It had been barely three hours since I left his room but I was missing him already, I craved for his company and the fact that I had that erotic dream last night too didn't help matters at all.

I held my pillow closer, sniffing in. Lord, I'm about to die from hunger for pleasure.

I let go of the pillow and picked up my phone. I put a call through to my best friend, Mia but she wasn't picking up.

Next, I received a message from her.

~I'm unavailable right now, bestie. Jesse is on top of me and he's pounding me real fast, the fact that we're having raw sex makes it interesting. Find someone to break that virginity, best friend. Tyoudhjksj….~

Hah, right I get it. Now she types nonsense too since her boyfriend was all over her.

I groaned and tossed my phone aside, burying my head under the pillow.

What should I do to keep myself busy? 

There was a trade fare holding at Fiber Street but the ticket says to come with a plus one.

Unfortunately, my best friend didn't have the time and Simon, my favourite stepbrother and crush was so wasted and could barely keep his shit together.

Mom and dad were not around too as always and literally, I was only left with annoying Soren!

I picked up my phone again when an idea popped into my head.

Maybe I could keep myself busy and journey my way through the sticky and whitish part of the internet on this lonely Christmas day.

I tapped away on the search engine, punching in words I might regret searching later but remorse could wait for all I care.

Since I had noone to help break this fucking virginity and pleasure me, I was going to do it myself.

I stared at the depraved words, smiling in self satisfaction and when I tapped on the search bar, different suggestions flodded my screen.

~Stepbrother catches me masturbating and he fucks my tight pussy in exchange to keep it as secret~

~Stepbrother has a big dick which doesn't fits my hole but after a finger fuck, it expands~

~Step sister gets caught fingering herself and brother teases her pussy until she cums out much juice~

These was all I got from simply typing in 'incest'. All the videos dripped with sin, making my pussy throb with need and when I couldn't help it anymore longer, I tapped on the last suggestion.

The video started to play and slowly I unhooked my bra and tossed it away, lifting up my Mickey mouse shirt.

I kneaded my breasts, circling my thumb around my erect nipples as I pinched and smacked them.

I wasn't satisfied by the pleasure that alone was giving me, so I raised my skirt and slid my fingers into my pussy.

It had always hurt when I put in two fingers two years ago but now it didn't any longer.

I now masturbated a lot.

"Ah, Simon…" I moaned as I rubbed my clit so fast enough to push me towards my climax but I didn't seem to get enough. 

I dipped in three fingers and yelped when the pain hit me. I relaxed and stopped pushing in for a while but when I thrust my fingers in again, I jerked.

Why did it seem like only Simon's fingers were made for my pussy?

*******

9PM SAME DAY 

The night was cold and chilly. I wrapped my arms around myself as I stared out Soren's Car window.

I rolled my eyes at no one in particular when I felt his intense gaze on me.

Why did he keep staring? Was he amused at my oversize granny gown or he just wanted to annoy me?

I had no choice than to follow him down to the BDSM club since I didn't want him to tell mom about the atrocities I had committed.

Soren knew mom detested things like that and had always preached against it.

If Soren tells her about it she wouldn't care if I was a 24 year old university graduate. And would made sure to take me to the Catholic priest for some deliverance session.

To her masturbating was demonic but I didn't see it that way. It was the only sane way to calm myself.

"I see Simon is so downtrodden. Tsk tsk, so pathetic. Now does he think the picture is real or photoshopped?" He placed more emphasis on the last word and chuckled at my silence.

I eyed him in silence, my arms folded across my chest. So evil! 

"Why do I have to follow you to the BDSM club?" I swear, I don't feel good about it at all.

"You wait until you get there. I have lots of surprises for you."

"I'm the one paying for my atrocious acts. Do I at least not deserve a reasonable explanation?"

He snapped his gaze at me, biting his lips. God! Why did he look extra sexy and less annoying tonight?

I rubbed my chest, something was definitely wrong with me.

"Do you even trust me, Sienna?" 

I replied quickly— one blunt reply, "absolutely out of the box. How can I trust a demon like you?"

"You see me as a walking China flag, full with all shades of red, no?" He cocked his eyebrows at me and I chuckled, dryly.

"Pinpoint!" I chirped, "you know yourself so well."

"Well maybe there are more things you need to know about me."

"Like….?"

He hissed, "don't be so eager. I want to make your Christmas so memorable. You need to see beyond your Mickey mouse dresses and your oversized eyeglasses." 

I found it hard to explain what he meant by his words until we arrived at the BDSM club and he led me to a dark room.

He ordered me to sit while he went to the bathroom and took a long shower before stepping out, water dripping from head to toe.

My breath hitched in my chest, as my heart stopped beating. He looked exactly like a Model right out from a magazine.

"S….soren….." I called, my voice low. My eyes moved down his well sculptured beautiful face to his bare chest, my eyes stripping his towel off his waist.

He stepped closer and just like he had been reading my mind, he unwrapped the towel and my heart died in my chest when I see his cock.

He was nine inches long and so fat. The veins that drew along his cock fascinated me and just like I had been intoxicated, I found myself moving closer to him.

"Daddy." The name escaped my lips before I could control it.

He grabbed my hair, fistful and he commanded, his voice dripping with sin and authority. 

"Kneel."