Page 153 of Wanting What's Wrong

I’ll never put her in harm’s way. But, fuck, she pushes me. Like only a sister can. Someone that knows you and your buttons.

Maybe her conscious memories are lost but deep down, she knows me and after an hour of talking myself off the edge I’ve made peace that with or without her memories, I’m taking what’s mine.

I love her the way she is and the way she was, so none of that matters to me. She’s asking more questions and the truth will set you free as they say.

But, not before she’s good and fucked by me. I want thatlittle plastic test lighting up with two pink lines before I spill it all. I’m fucking obsessed about it. I have to get my virgin cock in her cherry hole and lock her down.

Today.

I make a few calls. Securing some things and thinking of the future. It only takes about a half an hour but that’s about all I can stand. I left her on the back patio playing on her phone and my chest is tight as I find her sitting there, humming and kicking her feet in the water as she sits on the edge of the pool.

New Mina, old Mina.

My Mina.

“Hey, baby.” I lean down and kiss the top of her head, running my hand down her back as I kneel next to her. As obsessed as I’ve been with my sister all these years, it’s nothing compared to the beast she’s awoken inside of me now.

“Hello,” she says, a hint of chill in her voice and it’s okay. I understand.

My need to be inside her is like oxygen to my lungs. Her curves, her smiles, her brattiness, her horny little ass. I can’t wait to feel her wrap around me and know there’s no going back. Memories or not.

“I love you, baby,” I say, making sure she sees it in my eyes. “I’m sorry if you doubted it. I’ll make sure you never doubt it again.”

She shrugs, putting her phone down and turning my way. She’s wearing a white t-shirt and loose jeans. Old Mina.

But, with no bra. New Mina.

My cock is already straining behind my fly, the ache in my balls as intense as ever as I reach for her hands and pull her up next to me.

Her questions have been getting more specific. More…detailed. I know my avoidance and off-hand answers are making her uneasy.

“No matter what, remember I’m the one thatloves you. I’m the only one you’ll ever love, too. All the things we do together, they are for us. You and me. Only. No man will ever know you like me. Ever touch you. Fuck you. Taste you. Care for you. Give you all the things you need and want, when I see fit. You understand that, right?”

“I guess so.”

She’s testing me but I deserve it. “Say yes. Say you understand. I know you do.”

“Well, if you know I do, then why do I have to say it?”

God, give me strength.

My nuts are like two five-pound lead weights as I reach down and slide my hand down the back of her pants, ready for a handful of ass when she twists and skips away toward the back of the property, poking her tongue out over her shoulder.

“Naughty little girl.” I growl as I take off after her. There’s no way she’s faster than me but making me chase her is going to change the way this moment goes down. “You like it rough then.”

“I’m not yourlittlegirl.” She tosses the words into the breeze as she picks up the pace but I’m closing on her easily.

“Oh yes you are.” Four more strides and I’ve got her around the waist. “And I’m your Daddy. You know that’s fucking true.”

“Put me down.” She hammers at my back as I throw her over my shoulder, eyeing a nice spot of the lawn over by the fence.

“Guess you don’t want it nice and sweet in the bed like a nice girl. So be it. You’re getting fucked like a dog. Bratty little love of my life out here in the back yard.”

“Oh, now you want to fuck?” she snaps.

Jesus Christ.

I flip her down, her hair falling onto the grass, her eyes boring into me as she raises her ass off the ground, unbuttoning her jeans. “It’s about damn time.”

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