I love how his skin feels against mine. It's almost like he's getting warmer, slowly and gradually heating up, as if there's a chemical reaction between our flesh.
“Yeah? What's your instinct telling you now?”
He grabs my hand and pushes it down to his thigh, then slowly drags it across to his cock. I gasp when I feel how hard he is again, ready to go. At least we had a good, five minute break.
“Put your little lips on my dick and find out, sis.” It rushes out of his lips like a filthy curse, and something inside me tingles.
What the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn't be doing this, sucking my stepbrother's cock in my own bed, much less getting wet when he calls me sis.
I want to laugh in his face for acting like I'm the one with the love spell here – if it isn't just a fuck spell. But his cock feels so good when I wrap my fingers around his huge, throbbing length, and soon I can't ignore the urge to taste him.
I crawl down the bed and get between his legs, blushing as his green eyes follow me. God, why does he make me feel so self-conscious, even after we've fucked so many times?
He tells me I'm a natural at giving him pleasure, but I'm still not used to the spotlight. I've got to get over it if we're going to keep doing this, and tonight's a good time to start.#p#分页标题#e#
I lick my lips slowly, watching his jaw clench, lowering my lips very, very slowly. He swears when I kiss the tip of his dick, oozing fresh pre-come.
My fingers bob up and down. I'm going to give Mr. Badass Tease a taste of his own medicine.
I'm smiling, ready to engulf him in the slowest blowjob a girl ever gave. The loud bang at my bedroom door makes me jump, and a second later, feeling him in my mouth is the last thing on my mind.
“Honey? Are you up? We need to talk.” Dad's strained voice comes through the other side.
Chris and I swap one agonizing look. He shoves a stiff finger against his lips and jumps up, grabbing his clothes. I stand up gently from the bed while dad knocks again.
It's not soft. There's something urgent, frantic in his fist, like he's in trouble, but holding back so he doesn't worry me.
“I'll slip outside and we'll catch up later. Find out what the fuck he wants,” Chris whispers, launching himself out onto the balcony before I can say anything.
I watch him jump into a huge oak tree with a panther's grace, sliding down the trunk, into the sprawling garden below.
“Honey?” Dad knocks again. His voice is cracking, and it's freaking me out. “Please.”
Shit. I'm not even dressed. I scramble for my clothes, my ears pricked up the entire time. Whatever he wants, it can't be good since it's the middle of the night. I'm straightening my gown when I hear his footsteps turn, angrily padding down the hall.
My heart keeps thumping like it's going to beat out of my ribs. I want to go after him, but I'm afraid of the reaction if I pop up in front of him, wide awake, after ignoring him for several minutes. Never mind the fact that I'm sweaty and smelling like pure sex.
Thirty seconds later, it doesn't matter. He's back, this time beating furiously on the wood, screaming in a way I've never heard in my life.
“Goddamn it, Cordelia! Wake up – please! I need your help. Help me!”
That's it. I run over and tear the door open. Dad reaches through the frame and pulls me out into the hall, swirling me around so fast I almost blackout.
“Whoa, dad! Calm down. What's going on?”
He looks like hell. He's clammy, panicked. Dark circles surround his eyes, looking like bad smears of makeup. I've never seen my father like this, and it's scary as hell.
“It's Evie, Delia. She's not breathing – she's not fucking breathing!” He spins angrily, slams his fist on the wall.
Holy shit. I grab his shoulder, trying to calm him down, remembering all that emergency crap you always learn in school, but never pay attention because you don't ever expect to need it.
“Call 9-1-1! Don't tell me you came to me first? What happened? Start at the beginning.”
“I already did, they're on their way,” he snarls, grabbing me by the hand. This time, there's no stopping him, and he marches me toward the bedroom in a blinding storm of fury and terror. “Jesus Christ, it's bad. She was just like this when I found her, passed out, wheezing up a storm. I came upstairs after a late night, heard strange noises. I thought she was doing her yoga routine or something on the bed, but she was out cold. Then her lungs quit working...shit, we've got to do something!”
My belly tightens up when he talks about the noises in the night. He's probably too shocked by what's happening to pin down Chris and I fucking, but later?
Stop it, I tell myself. This is no time to get selfish. We have to make sure this woman doesn't die.