Page 76 of A Foster Fling
I’m not me.
This isn’t me.
I’m lost inside, stuck in a body that doesn’t feel right. My hands touch my chest and the shame slams into me. His mouth felt too good — too right. Itwasright, wasn’t it? His dick in my hand. I wanted it inside of me. My own cock rises at the thoughts of Joel’s tongue in my mouth.Fuck.
Tired of my own reflection, I step into the shower and close the curtain. The water is cold and shocks me back to reality, but my cock only jumps and hardens even more. My fantasies of a cock inside of me slowly and darkly turn into fantasies of her ebony skin beneath me.
She’s mine.
Shut up.
My dick feels like it wants to rip out of its own flesh with how hard it’s pulsating—seeking relief. Every time the cold water sprays on it, my nipples tighten. My mouth waters with images of my hand around her throat, making her submit to me.
What the hell? No.
Yes.
Shame and guilt flood me as I think about all the shit I put her through. Why am I like this? She’s my fucking sister.
She’s not mine.
My fist slams into the tile next to me. The water runs red and then pink down the drain. My hair is plastered on my face as I let the sharp pain consume me, the throbbing taking over my thoughts.
My dick goes in sync with the heartbeats and suddenly my wounded hand is stroking it hard. Flashes of Joel’s heated gaze make me hiss. My head tightens and I groan when flashes of Melanie’s ass take over. What the fuck?
She’s mine.
I feel like I’m floating out of my body as my other hand grips my sack and tugs. A few more strokes and lightning shoot up my spine, but it feels far away as I watch myself let out jets of cum down the drain.
My tongue licks the back of my knuckles, tasting myself and making it sting even more. The pain rejuvenates me, and suddenly a headache comes on. What the fuck was that?
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Don’t waste my water, boy!”
Growling, I quickly finish up my shower in the next minute and turn off the flow. Toweling myself, I dress swiftly before opening the door to see my father’s glare. This past year has me now towering over him at least by six inches, but it doesn’t stop him from staring at me like shit on his shoe.
“Dad! Mom’s looking for you.”
His eyes soften at her voice, and I want to claw them out of their sockets. When he turns, my hands ball into fists about to do something stupid but Melanie’s fierce gaze halts me almost mid-motion.
She subtly shakes her head as Dad walks by her and puts a hand on her shoulder. I see it. He doesn’t even notice. That little flinch, the way her eyes turn into pinpricks, and the way her lips thin.
“I’m going to miss you on this trip, Princess.”
My nostrils flare and I’m stomping out of the restroom. Dad takes the stairs and I’m planning on pushing him to help him get down faster when a little body pulls and shoves me into our bedroom, closing the door behind us.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t, what? Let ourdadcome back home to fuck his littleprincess?”
Thwack!
The taste of copper fills my mouth from her slap. Turning my head slowly, I smile at her fire. Her hand comes up again and I grab her wrist before she can make contact. Leaning in until we’re nose to nose, I inhale her scent. Something inside of me rumbles, but I’m too high on the sting of the slap to look into it.
“Why are you so mad, Princess?” I taunt.
She kicks me and my arm quickly goes around her neck, forcing her back to my front.