Page 41 of Jealousy Jealousy

“Keep your legs apart,” he ordered.

His hands moved along my thighs before I felt them on my hips. He moved his body closer until I felt his hardness press against my pussy before he slid his tip through my folds.

I closed my eyes to enjoy every moment. With Sly, and in this house, there was no guarantee that things would last. But it was late at night and everyone else was asleep, and I was hopeful enough to get through the night with him and end up not being a virgin anymore.

He moved away again, and I cried out, needing him to touch me again. “Please,” I begged, trying to lift my head to look at him.

“Don’t move or beg or I will stop immediately.” He was warning me, but he was bluffing. He wouldn’t stop this unless it was truly necessary. He was liking it too much, and I kept quiet so he would continue.

SLY

I was kneeling between her parted legs, looking down on her naked body. I had always found it hard to believe that my sisters were twins and were supposed to look identical. But they did. There was nothing other than Caia’s sick mind that differentiated them but having her before me like this didn’t give my mind an opportunity to tell them apart.

It was Wavel on this floor before me, and it was Wavel’s virginity I was about to take.

I ran my fingertips along her calves, then across her knees, and back down her thighs. I didn’t have a type when it came to women, and I’ve had my fair share of beautiful girls in my teenage years, but the twins had legs for days, and I started to prefer them. Though they were tall, I was still towering over them with a head and half more body length.

I admired her pubic hair as I pressed my thumb against her clit, making her arch her back in pleasure. The soft noises coming from her never failed to make my dick twitch. My body responded to every little moan coming out of her, and at first, it was hard to wrap my head around the fact that this was not the twin I’ve been wanting to be with.

Caia and I weren’t meant to be.

She had a crazed obsession with me, and, frankly, that freaked me the fuck out.

But she was right. I was a hypocrite. Because the obsession she had for me was the same I had for Wavel.

But I didn’t have to admit it.

Not to myself. And especially not to Caia.

“Keep your legs parted,” I ordered as I pushed apart her folds to expose her entrance.

She whimpered as I kept her folds parted with my forefinger and thumb. With my other finger, I gently slid into her wetness, amazed by how tight she was.

“It won’t be easy to finger this pussy. Let alone fuck it with my dick,” I told her, warning for what was yet to come.

But Caia was relaxed. She didn’t even flinch when I used a second finger to push into her.

“Have you fingered yourself before?” I asked, looking up to her exposed neck. Her position couldn’t be very comfortable, but she didn’t mind.

“No,” she whispered, surprising me.

It could’ve been a lie, taking into consideration how relaxed she was with my fingers inside that tight pussy. But I didn’t question it any longer. It didn’t matter anyway.

I moved back on my knees to lean closer and get a better look at her entrance. I was a sick bastard for wanting to check if she was still a virgin, and though I knew it wasn’t guaranteed that I would seeher virginity, I still wanted to look.

In the end, games like these fed my delusion, and I would do anything to deceive my mind into believing that she was mine.

Chapter 25

CAIA

It was unclear what he saw while he pretended to be my private gynaecologist, but I could hear it in the deep breath he took that he was satisfied with whatever he saw.

“And? Am I still a virgin?” I asked.

“You’re untouched. That’s for sure.”

I felt him move, and with his hands resting on either side of me, he leaned over the edge until I could see his face. He observed me, and I lowered my gaze to keep my eyes on him.

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