Page 47 of Drowned In Silence

My mouth waters and my nipples harden. I’ve never heard such a taboo thing come out of someone's mouth, let alone the thought of actually doing something like this. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life and I can’t help but to reach for Elliot.

“No hands. Just use your mouth,” he growls.

I’m shaking, mouth already drooling as I use my tongue to lick the head of his dick.

“There you go. Good girl,” he praises.

I move my hips back and forth, grinding on the still-hard dick beneath me as I lick and suck Elliot’s cock. I swirl my tongue and hollow out my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can without gagging. Just as I’m about to take him deeper, he grabs my head and shoves me down onto him.

“Breathe through your nose.”

I try my hardest to do as he tells me, still rubbing myself on the man below me. I can’t fucking breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but allow Elliot to use my mouth for his need. I’ve felt so weird lately, letting him into my mind and letting him touch me, but not giving him anything in return. I will purposely let him come before me. My hips slow to a stop, letting Elliot grip my hair harder and fuck my mouth.

“Listen to those dirty little sounds coming from your lips. Listen to how well you suck on my cock,” he growls.

Just as I think I can’t hold my breath anymore, he comesinside my mouth, forcing it down my throat. He pulls out, leaving ropes of his arousal hanging off my chin. He tucks himself back into his pants and squats down once more.

“Tell me, Little Raven. Whose got the bigger and better cock?”

Tattoo

Elliot

Killing has always takeneverything out of me. When we got home, I didn’t even make it to a shower, I just stripped down to my boxers and fell onto the bed. I’m now staring at the fiber optic lights, wondering how I will explain to her that we are step-siblings.

She is starting to come back to life. I’ve noticed the change ever since the trauma dump on the couch. It usually takes a lot of time for me to trust someone, if ever, but I trust her with all of my heart. I have fallen for her like an Angel– extremely fast and hard.

“What does that tattoo say? The one on your arm?” Dynah asks, startling me from my thoughts. She’s standing next to the bed in a large tee shirt and drying her silky black hair with a small towel. “It looks like ancient writing.”

“It’s ancient norse runes. It means Gríma Sýn– or Masked Vision. Spencer gave me the name when we were kids and I used to play with a black mask every day. I mean I was so attached to it that I think I slept with the fucking thing. I got them tattooed on my forearms right before I started my search for you. That’s when I made my mirror mask. I figured it was fitting since I was called the Masked Vision,” I chuckle absentmindedly. I don’t think I’ve ever explained this to someone. Let alone let them into my mind.

But, after seeing Dynah’s long hair soaking wet with sea water and sweat, and how it stuck to her face, I want to let her in on every thought I’ve ever had.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispers, finally crawling into bed next to me. She moves around for a minute, deciding to press her back against my chest and searching for my arm. “Hold me. Please?”

I wrap my arm over her, resting it on her hip, and pulling her closer to me.

“Sleep, Little Raven. I will hold you all night if you wish,” I tell her. Kissing her hair and letting her snuggle in and get comfortable.

It only takes about five minutes for her breathing to even out. Her legs are now tangled in mine and she has one hand under her head.

I can’t believe how far she’s come. Her meek yet fiery spirit in the field, to the flighty little bird in the forest, to here. Sucking my cock while she sits on a dead man. Bonus points for fucking liking it. I knew she was just as twisted as me, just as needy and wanting.

“You’re perfect, Dynah,” I whisper into her ear. I know she's sleeping, but it doesn’t mean I can’t tell her these things. “I’m so fucking happy I found you. Iknow it’s weird, and I know it feels wrong… But even if you’re my step-sister… I love you.”

I don’t care if she doesn’t like it or doesn’t want us to be together. She was made for me. Her tainted soul matches mine, and I will kill anyone who stands in our way. She’s mine, now and forever.

Even If...

Dynah

Even if you’re my step-sister… I love you.

Step-sister…

Family

Dynah