Acts of Mercy: Part 2 – Chapter 12

The cold spray of the shower hits my back, the coolness of the water doing nothing to abate my raging hard-on.

Fuck.

I lost control. There’s no doubt she felt me hardening against her. I squeeze my eyes shut, damning my body for wanting what it shouldn’t.

She’s your little sister, you sick fuck.

I can’t let her affect me the way she does, and I definitely don’t want her thinking we can keep up whatever it is she started.

No. I need to do something STAT.

My mind whirls with ideas as I absently soap up my body.

Being with Alyssa showed me I want something more, but only if it will be as amazing as it was with her. Surely, I can find someone unrelated who makes me feel what she did.

Alive. Blissful. At peace.

My mind flashes back to a beautiful redhead lying beneath me, her supple breasts rising and falling like waves lapping at the shore. Closing my eyes, I see two pert nipples begging to be suckled and slapped. God, she tasted so damn good.

As if it has a mind of its own, my hand trails down to my heavy balls, giving them a squeeze—just like she did.

Groaning into the shower, I let my forehead rest against the cool marble. This will not get easier.

With her creamy skin and long red hair, she’s my wet dream come to life—walking around my very home, infecting everything with her delicious scent, reminding me of what I can’t have.

My hand grips my aching cock, and I tug, thinking of Alyssa’s full lips taking me in and making me disappear into her mouth.

I pump harder and faster, wanting to punish her for lying. Punish her for being so damn tempting. Such a fucking tease.

She knew. She damn well knew I was her stepbrother, and she wanted me anyway. She gave me her sweet virgin cunt.

A strangled noise escapes me at the thought. She’s mine. No other has dipped inside her sweet heaven. But for what? It’s not like I could keep her.

As my balls draw up and my back tingles, only one thing keeps playing on repeat.

She lied.

She fucking lied to my face without remorse. And if there’s one thing I can’t forgive, it’s a liar.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I push that to the back of my mind and pump myself relentlessly. Needing to punish the little brat for what she’s done.

“That’s right, Little Red. Take all of me. Choke on my fat cock.”

Roaring out my release, I explode with one last tug. The world shattering around me, one brilliant shower of light behind my closed lids.

A shuddering breath escapes me, and I can’t help but moan. If she’s this fucking good in my imagination, how amazing would it feel to actually have her once more?

I shake my head, knowing this isn’t something I’ll ever know. Best to lock that shit right up because that’s a line I won’t be crossing ever again.

Alyssa

Who does he think he is? He sure as hell isn’t my father. He can’t just talk to me like that, rub up against me like a man possessed, and then leave me there with no further explanation.

I’ve been standing rooted in the spot he left me, dumbfounded with the conflicting way he spoke to me and how his body responded to mine.

Does he want me for himself? Is that why he can’t stand to have other men around me? That can’t be true because he treats me like I’m rotting fish.

My feet walk of their own accord, carrying me toward his bedroom. It’s been two weeks since I last saw him and we really need to talk about how we’re going to move forward.

Whatever just happened in the dining room did jack squat for clearing the air. If anything, things are about as clear as mud, and I can’t live like that.

Stepping into his room, I hear the shower running. Damn. Maybe I should come back.

I’m about to turn around when a grunt stops me dead in my tracks. I know that sound.

Visions of him rutting into me like a wild animal come to mind and I find myself walking toward the bathroom door instead of away.

The door is slightly ajar, steam escaping through the crack. Fortunately, I have a clear shot to the open shower where Hudson’s chiseled body is on full display. From this angle I can see his profile, his cock at full attention as his hand strokes it up and down.

I groan, wishing he was using me instead of his hand.

My mouth parts, hungry to taste him once more. I should close my eyes. I should walk away. But I don’t.

Instead, I slide my hand down the waistband of my pants, slipping my fingers inside and seeking my folds now slick with desire.

My core is throbbing, begging for attention as my eyes take in Hudson’s naked body.

Remembering how his tongue played with my clit, I let my fingers wander until I’ve touched the hardened nub and swirl, sending tingles rushing through my entire body.

God. Yes. Hudson.

Needing more, I slide two fingers inside of me, nearly losing all control.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I stop myself from yelling out his name, the sting of pain a reminder that this is just a fantasy. He’ll never be mine again.

Hudson’s voice cuts through my thoughts, the wet slapping sound of his hand on his dick co-mingling with his words “That’s right Little Red, take all of me. Choke on my fat cock”.

My-fucking-god. He’s thinking of me. Pretending it’s me latched onto him.

That thought alone is like a heady drug, pulling me through to my very own climax.

Whimpering into my free hand, I continue to pump in and out of myself, grinding my clit on my palm and riding out the wave of pleasure with every pull of Hudson’s cock.

We cum together, and even though he’s completely unaware, I can’t help but feel connected to him.

He wants me. Despite everything that we are to each other, he still wants me.

Grinning, I slide my hand out of my pants and quietly tiptoe out of his room on shaky legs.

Even if we can’t have each other, that one piece of information brings me peace. I’m not alone in my torture, and as that saying goes, misery loves company.