Page 155 of Wanting What's Wrong

My orgasm rushes out of me as her thighs start to quiver and her walls undulate. I choke, roaring as the years of lust and shame rip out of me from deep in my soul.

I remember the meeting. How little she was. The Barbies. The birthdays. The family vacations. All of it. In one second. I remember it all as I fuck my sister. The girl I grew up with, blood or not, she’s family.

My muscles knot as I tear into Mina with my final drives, her soft body shaking under me as I coat her womb with everything I’ve got.

Blackness dots my vision as the final bursts of my orgasm subside. Mina is panting under me, her eyes rolled back, arms flung wide as I move my mouth to hers, taking my time, loving her little hitching breaths as her sight returns and a smile turns her lips.

“We did it,” she whispers as I kiss her temple my heart lurching into my throat.

“We did. You were so good. You know, Daddy is going to fuck you like my dirty whore sometimes but I’ll always love you.No matter what I say, how rough I am, you’ll always be my baby.”

“I think I like the rough.”

“I know you do.”

“Are we done?”

I shake my head, my balls already getting tight. “Not even close. I said I was going to fuck you like a dog didn’t I?”

She nods.

“Good girl. Now, turn over.”

Nine

Jackson

“This isfun!” Mina shouts over the roar of the engine, pushing her foot down on the gas as the Mustang jumps forward, its 305 horsepower kicking in.

I watch her, enjoying her delight despite everything, then shake my head. “It’s not fun though, is it, baby?”

She nods. “Itis, Daddy. It’s—”

Glancing my way, conflict wars on her face. We had this talk earlier, and I’m not going to let her forget it. “The road here is empty, lil’ mint, but you won’t always be driving on empty roads, will you?”

Finally, she shakes her head, catching my tone. “No. It’s not fun, it’s serious. Always wear a seatbelt and keep to the speed limit.”

“That’s right. And what do you do if some asshole cuts you off?”

She sighs. “Drop back, don’t make a fuss.” She snorts, thenlaughs ending with, “then tell Daddy the licence plate so he can find the asshole and make the fucker pay.”

I chuckle. Those were my words exactly and I meant them. Anyone puts her in danger, I’m going to go medieval on his ass. But the old Mina would never say a word likefucker, even repeating me. She’d turn it into fudger or funker or something. This Mina doesn’t seem to give a shit.

She grins, eyes sparkling in the summer sun, just nudging the a bit faster, and I don’t complain even though we’re over the limit enough to get pulled over. I’ve driven this road a thousand times, you can see for miles and there’s never been a cop hiding in a speed trap—

Before I finish the thought, red and blue lights flash in the rear view as a cop car pulls out from behind a billboard.

“Shit,” I mutter. “Don’t panic, baby. Pull over, let me handle it.”

“We could outrun them,” she says, glancing in the mirror, accelerating. “This car isfast.”

Jesus Christ, I’ve created a monster. I shake my head. “No, baby. Pull over.”

“You’re sure?”

“You heard me.”

“Okay,” she whines, easing off and pulling off onto the shoulder.

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