Page 42 of Drowned In Silence
I slowly slide off of her, brushing her body with the palms of my hands as I stand up.
“Then come here and strip,” I challenge.
She smiles softly, and sits up. Getting onto her hands and knees, she crawls to the end of the bed, and reaches for my waistband.
“Not me. You.” I step backwards until my legs hit the chair that faces the bed. I take a seat, my arms falling onto the armrests, and I open my legs wide.
“But–”
“I said strip,” I command.
Her lips purse together in frustration, but she doesn’t hesitate to crawl off the rest of the bed and stand up in front of me. She tilts her hip to the side, and throws her hair behind her shoulder. Her eyes narrow on me, trying to assess how serious I am, before seeing that I am more serious than death.
“Well?”
She huffs before reaching down and grabbing the hem of her shirt, slowly sliding it up her body, over her tits, and off of her body. Her tits bounce as she removes the shirt, making my cock harder than it already is. It’s painful, but I will wait as long as possible. Every second of watching her is better than I thought it would be.
She shimmies out of her pants revealing her period panties.
Fuck… I forgot she was on her period.
“Keep going, Little Raven. Let me see all of you.” Her eyes go wide as mine narrow in on her. I lick my lips, waiting.
“I’m still… bleeding, though,” she says meekly.
“Yes? And? A little bit of blood never hurt anyone. Now. Take. Them. Off.”
She does as I say, slipping out of them and discarding them to the floor.
“Get on the corner of the bed. Let me see you.”
She shakes her head like I’m crazy, but does it. Slowly backing up and scooting on to the edge of the bed. Dynah opens her legs as wide as they will go.
My mouth salivates. She is always beautiful, but with a hint of blood, it makes me murderous.
Her hand trails down her body slowly, antagonizing me further and teasing me. I want to jump up and cross the few feet separating us, tie her up, and tease her, but I remain still. Shallow breaths, barely blinking, pulsing cock. Those are the only three things my body is able to do before I lose all control and snap.
“Like this?” She moans.
“Touch yourself, Darling. Spread open that pussy and let me see you come,” I plead.
Her fingers dance down her skin until she touches her pussy, the small amount of blood creeping onto her fingers. She glides her fingers across her clit, breathing heavier as she plays with herself.
It’s magnetic– this strange pull I have to her even though I know who she is. I want to smother myself in her soul's essence. This isn’t normal. You’re not supposed to need your step sibling the way you need air.
Standing to my feet, I walk into the bathroom to grab something and tell her to keep going. Once I have it in my hand, I walk back and kneel down in between her legs.
“Move your fingers, it might be cold,” I growl. It’s so hard to not cave right here and force her to herhands and knees, take her from the back, and come inside her, but I keep myself together.
I push the handle of the mirror into her cunt.
“What’s that?” She asks, surprised and breathy.
“See for yourself.”
She leans up on her forearms, and gasps. I tilt the handle inside of her until her sweaty reflection stares back at her in the mirror.
Using the thumb on my other hand, I glide it over her bloody clit, forcing her to fall back onto the bed and moan.