Page 33 of Silks

The most adorable thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

My fingers reached the condom.

But I couldn’t risk her being able to leave. One way or another, she was going to stay here in Louisville with me.

“Don’t be sticking your dick in me without a condom,” Ophelia said. “I don’t want to get pregnant by your psycho ass.”

I didn’t think it was possible for my sister to turn me on more, but the thought of her pregnant with my baby made me feel weak with need.

I ripped open the condom.

With my other hand, I scrabbled around for my little pocketknife.

“Do you know how to put one on?” she asked snarkily, and I saw her cross her arms over her chest.

The way she was standing, her dress hiked up a bit, I saw, clear as fuck, a little glistening smear on the top of one soft thigh.

Holy fuck.

That’s my cum, and if I fill her up again and keep my sweet sister flat on her back, it’ll stay there.

With my hand still in my duffel bag, I flicked open the pocketknife and jabbed the condom, making several cuts all along the tip of it.

Then I stood up and pulled it over my dick, hoping in the dark room that she wouldn’t be able to see what I was doing.

I felt a brief stab of guilt.

She was going to be pissed.

But my panic about losing her swamped every other feeling and emotion, my desperate desire to keep her here with me making me weak with need.

I can’t live without you

When I was done, I looked up and Ophelia was trying to squeeze her ass through another goddamn window again in the corner of the room.

“Oh, baby,” I said, feeling a smile spread across my face. “There’s no point in trying to escape me. Come here, sweetheart,” I continued, climbing over to her, my cock already hard and throbbing, covered with my shredded condom.

She clung to the windowsill, trying to kick back at me.

“Get away from me, Teddy.”

I could feel my body heating urgently with hers under mine, and I started to undo the back of her dress, fighting to keep my hand from trembling like the weak and groveling simp I absolutely am, as I undo her zipper slowly, almost howling like a wolf as each inch brings her delicious creamy skin into view.

“Come back on the bed, sweetheart,” I growled.

“No way,” she said, clinging still tighter, white-knuckling the frame now, even as I drew the dress down her round ass, pooling underneath her.

She was spread so pretty on her knees for me in front of the window that I couldn’t resist.

All my years of stoic resistance crumbled around me, and I knew I was never going to be able to put those barriers back up again.

I knelt down behind her, spreading her thighs even wider in front of me.

“Oh that’s a fucking beautiful picture, Ophelia.”

She started to scream, and I quickly put one hand over her mouth.

“I’ve got you,” I told her. “You’re mine.”