Page 134 of Wanting What's Wrong

But that sweet pink I love is gone. I want to kill whoever took it away and then fuck it right back into her.

The depraved visions of my stepsister are out of fucking control. The fantasies are immoral at best and illegal at worst.

We’re not stepsiblings that met as adults. No, we’vegrown uptogether.

Watched movies in our pajamas while eating popcorn together.

Opened presents on Christmas mornings together.

I held her when her pet hamster, Fernando, died. I took the blame when she threw away all the vegetables in the refrigerator lest we go through yet another dinner with her defiantly refusingto eat anything green. I did all the things a good, upstanding, loving brother would do for a sister.

Except for masturbating to my fantasies of her. That’s not something a good, upstanding, loving brother would do.

I should give up the beating off. I should.

But, that will never happen.

When I think of her, my brain short fucking circuits. The instant boner I’ve fought off for years, I now let fly high because she’s fucking legal.

It’s my love for her that’s kept me from deep dicking her bent over the bathroom sink for this long. For Mina, I will always do the right thing. My love for her keeps my baser instincts in check.

But it’s getting harder and harder to stay in control.

The grip she has on my heart is unyielding. Those fucking eyes, the color of those Andes Mint wrappers, look to me for something I can never give her.

Her curvy youth has blossomed into voluptuous sinful temptation that as a mere mortal, I can not resist. I’m weakening.

I’m breaking. It the most painful, amazing way.

She’s every dream I’ve ever had of the perfect girl. Good-girl. Baby-girl.

She’s within every thought I have. Sometimes, in lightning-fast flashes. Even in the hard moments, the ones where I’m deciding the trajectory and velocity of a throw as the last seconds on the game clock tick away. She’s still there.

I think of those sweet, gorgeous tits pressing against my chest as I bareback her morning and night filling that little pussy of hers with every seed my balls hold. Raw dogging my stepsister her until she’s ripe with me.

Get in there.

Get deep.

Deeper. Force feed her womb until there’s no going back.

She’ll be mine forever if I get my baby in that soft, sexy belly of hers.

Then what will they say? Won't matter, it will be too late.

So why haven’t I claimed my sister?

Becauseshedoesn’t break rules. She’s fragile like that and if I destroyed her in the pursuit of my own needs?Thatis unacceptable.

So, I’m going to get to the fucking bottom of why she's sitting here looking heartbroken with a bottle of tequila, but first, I’m going to take care of her.

“Jackson.” She whispers like I’m not real, the bottle lost in the grass. “Wh—what are you doing here?”

I sniff, the truth threating to spill out of me along with a healthy dose of cum.

Because I can’t stay away.

Because I want to claim you and make you the mother of my children while making you my own sort of little girl.

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