Page 18 of Scream Little Sister
Huh. I thought I had stocked the place, but clearly, I didn’t.
I snatch the beer bottle, pop the cap off, and take deep swallows. Then I head upstairs and don’t bother turning on the light when I walk into my bedroom. The beer is already halfway gone, and I’m still tense, all thanks to Aiden’s question repeating in my head.
Would I fuck my sister?
I slam back the rest of the beer in two swallows.
What the hell went through his mind to ask something like that?
I discard the empty bottle on my dresser, intending to throw it out later when I get up for the day. A quick glance at the rest of the empty bottles tells me I won’t do it.
I need to clean up my place, but I don’t have the time or energy. Maybe sleep will help pull me out of this funk I’ve been in for years.
I kick off my shoes and strip to my boxers, then crawl into my unmade bed. Lying on my stomach and hugging my pillow, I wait for sleep to come. It never does, and I’m not surprised. There’s only one thing that helps me fall asleep faster, but it feels wrong to do it, especially after Aiden’s question.
I pop an eyelid open and glare at the nightstand beside my mattress.
It’s not like my best friend will ever know about it. He’s not a mind reader. Shit, he never noticed the longing in my gaze as I stole glances at my stepsister while in school.
Since sleep won’t come and my cock is hardening at the thought of Madison, I grab my phone, then settle back on the mattress. My thumb immediately taps the TikTok icon, and I scroll for what feels like forever. Time is nonexistent when I’m on this godforsaken app. When a video doesn’t hold my interest, I scroll. Video after video plays.
None of them is what I’m looking for.
I scroll to the next one, and “Little Sinner” by Satan’s Priest plays, though it’s been remixed to make it more sexual, with heavy bass and slowed verses. Another song’s beat bleeds into it and creates a mood the Lara Croft cosplayer captures on screen.
Jackpot.
The camera pans from the woman’s knees and slowly glides up to her waist. Her face isn’t in the video, but she has the curves of a goddess, reminding me of a certain somebody in my life who I wish I could forget about. She plagues my thoughts far too often. My hands twitch, itching to reach through the screen and grab her wide hips to pull her closer to me. Her apron stomach begs to be squeezed. Her shorts ride up her thick thighs, accentuating her outlined pussy, leaving nothing to the imagination. Not that I’m complaining, because Jesus fuck, she’s sexy.
More blood rushes to my cock.
The woman in the video sways her hips to the beat of the song, her barely covered breasts bouncing as the camera pans to them. My heart picks up its pace as I wait with bated breath for her face to be revealed, even though she wants to remain anonymous.
Then the video restarts, and the lead singer’s haunting voice sings about his little sinner.
My jaw clenches. No matter how much it pisses me off that I can’t see her face, I watch the video until it starts for the third time. I shove my boxers down my hips, freeing my painful erection. A bead of pre-cum wells from the pierced tip, and I smear it over the head as lube.
This is the perfect video to create a fantasy I’ve imagined hundreds of times.
The video replays countless times, and with each pass, my dick gets harder. I spit in my palm, then fist my cock with a low groan. My front teeth dig into my bottom lip as I stroke my shaft and picture the woman as Madison. Her wide hips sway, and I imagine what it’d be like to hold them, to bury my fingers in her soft skin while I make her ride me hard and fast. The fantasy bleeds into another where she’s on all fours and I’m behind her. I imagine how good her ass looks, clapping while I pound into her and tease her asshole with my thumb.
It’s my stepsister’s pleasure-filled face taking the place of this faceless woman. How her curvy body bounces beneath me as I roughly fuck her with the intention of filling her with my cum. I imagine her whining and telling me not to come inside her when she knows damn well I plan on doing it anyway.
“Fuck,” I breathe out.
My hand flies faster on my cock, working toward the end goal and slowing only enough so I don’t come. I edge myself until my balls ache from the need to release all this pent-up tension. It’s something I do often, making the orgasm ten times better than if I stroke myself for a quick nut and a lousy climax. I’ve slept harder since I started doing this, and it’s become a habit of mine. Even when I hook up with a woman, I edge the both of us until she’s sobbing and begging for release.
Loud moans spill out of me as I chase my orgasm. I picture my sister beneath me, her eyelids hooded, fuckable lips parted as she screams my name. I tighten my fist until I’m stranglingmy dick, all to make it feel like I’m fucking Madison’s tight pussy. Her nails would scratch down my back as I showed her no mercy for all the years of sexual frustration. She’d claw at me and scream for me to slow down, but I have a feeling my sister would say one thing and beg for another.
“Fuck me harder, big brother,”she whispers into my ear.
A strangled noise escapes me, and warm cum jets out of me in pulses. It oozes down my fist and gathers at the base of my cock. Low groans well in my chest as I ride the wave of my orgasm, all while imagining my seed filling my sister’s cunt until it leaks out of her.
My hand pauses when everything fades and I’m left on a high. Time passes, and it takes the last bit of energy I have to grab a Kleenex from my nightstand. After cleaning myself, I toss the tissue into the trash bin beside my bed and roll onto my stomach.
What would it be like to give in and make Madison mine? As my eyes slip closed and sleep takes me, that’s all I can think about. She’d likely look at me in disgust. I wouldn’t blame her. These desires are fucked-up and wrong. It would be for the best if I never got with her. I’d only ruin her.
“CODE MISTAKE” CORPSE, BRING ME THE HORIZON
