Page 22 of Bliss: Part 1
“Here?” I asked, watching him closely.
Rhys shrugged. “Why not?” He smirked and looked at Dash. “Mind giving us some space?”
Dash sighed and took a step aside. He didn’t say anything, but he wasn’t pleased with this. Not because he was jealous, but because he was still worried about me.
My eyes were on Rhys again, and I waited for him to make the first step. But he didn’t. Instead, he said, “Come give me a kiss.”
Seven
Rhys
I had this fucking dream before.
Multiple times, actually.
It was fucking sick and twisted to dream about my sister that way, but every damn time I watched her flirting with those old and ugly men at the shop, I ended up dreaming of her.
Her kneeling in front of me, with my cock in her mouth, and my hands twisted in her hair. And when Ashby told me about the shit they did with her last night and this morning, I got jealous. So fucking jealous that I punched him in the face. I wanted to do way more at first, just to show him how disgusted I was with his behavior, but deep down, I wasn’t disgusted.
No, I was fucking turned on.
Wished I would’ve seen Bliss go down on them.
After leaving Ashby’s room with an aching hand and heading to my own, I used the same hand to punch my bedroom wall. I hated what I was thinking. Hated how sick my mind was, and how hard it was to think about anything else but her sucking my dick.
It helped knowing that I wasn’t the only one in this family with a sick mind, but a cousin having a crush on a cousin was a different fucking thing than being a brother wanting to fuck his sister.
I paced the floor for about an hour before I saw Dash walking across the field to get to the lake where Bliss was sitting on the dock. I could see her in the distance, looking out over the water and into the sunset.
She probably had so much on her mind too, but the way she was looking at me right now told me that she wasn’t really worried or nervous. She was excited to kiss me. Fuck…we were all sick.
Dash sighed and stepped aside after I gave him another glance, but the tension in his jaw said enough. He wasn’t thrilled. Not because he was jealous. He just didn’t want me to break her. Sweet of him.
Although I was an asshole, I would never hurt my sister. I was protective of her. Always have been, just like Tripp. And Ashby and Dash.
He had nothing to fear here. I wouldn’t do anything against her will. Thing was…sweet Bliss wanted this. Whatever the fuck our parents smoked when they conceived us must’ve affected the way our brains were wired.
Hell. I knew they didn’t smoke shit. Nor did they drink too much. They were good people. Almost saintly. And our mothers—bless them—had not one bad bone in their bodies.
Guess this all came naturally to us. That was the only explanation, and there was no need to get checked. I simply accepted the sick thoughts and desires I had. And so did the others, apparently.
There was a hint of uncertainty in Bliss’ eyes, but she was brave. She didn’t wait long.
She stepped closer, her hands slowly coming up to rest on my chest. She gripped my shirt. The look Bliss gave me…fuck, it was hot. It hit me in the gut harder than any punch I’d given out today.
I smirked as she came even closer, and as I leaned in, I heard her breath hitch. She’d have to breathe eventually, but I might make it hard for her.
I leaned in until my lips brushed hers, and I felt her body jolt, as if she was ready to run. My hands shot up, one catching her wrists, the other cupping her jaw before she could rethink it. I deepened the kiss by tilting my head to the side and pushed my tongue into her mouth without giving her the time to process.
The kiss was hard.
None of that soft, cautious shit. I took her mouth like it was mine, but there was a short moment where I needed to realize that this was really happening. My dick jolted, and it was all I needed to understand that I was not going to regret this.
When she gasped, I didn’t waste a second. I pushed my tongue deeper, tasting her, almost making her choke on it. She made another sound, surprised or maybe aroused, and it snapped something in me.
My hand slid to her throat. I didn’t squeeze too hard but put just enough pressure to remind her who she was kissing. Her pulse fluttered against my fingers. She didn’t pull away. She only leaned in closer. Jesus.
This felt…right. In the most fucked-up way possible, this felt right.
