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I tried nodding because words were useless, but he grabbed my chin with a tight grip that made moving my head impossible. I bit his lip instead, hoping he knew it meant to keep fucking me, to never stop.
With one hand on my chin, he used the other to undo his board shorts and lower them only enough to release his cock. He tugged on himself a few times, kissing me hard as he stroked. Reaching for him, I found his hand and stroked with him, taking my thumb and wiping at the precum he had on his tip.
I brought it to my mouth, but instead of licking it, I put my thumb in his mouth, a way of showing him I saw him. I knew exactly what I was doing to him, and if he tried to act like it was only for me, his own taste would remind him how wrong he was.
“You’re dirty,sis,” he groaned, but he wrapped his lips tightly around my thumb, sucking and licking.
“Didn’t say I wasn't,bro.” I moaned out the wordbro, letting it remind us we were both fucking dirty, savage.
He took his hand off my chin and slid my bathing suit to the side, lining himself up. It was like he was rushing all of a sudden. No fanfare, no preamble. Either he was way too eager or wanted to get it over with. My bet was on eagerness, so I soaked it up and let him do his best.
“Fuck!” I yelled as he rammed himself into me. He didn’t give me any time to adjust to his size and started fucking me feverishly. My walls screamed out at the invasion but begged for him to keep moving and not stop.
“You asked for this, Wren. This is what you wanted. I owe you an escape? Then escape. Close those eyes and pretend I am whoever you need to think about. Thumb your clit, fuck my dick. This is your chance, baby girl.”
I heeded his advice and trailed my hand down to find my clit, leaning back on the wall to keep myself upright. He lifted my legs to wrap around his waist, and his lips crashed back to mine, keeping me conscious only of him.
He pumped into me in a punishing rhythm, one I was sure would split me open if he continued too long. Maybe this would be how I died? Death by sex with my brother.
It was actually how I originally thought I would die at the hands of my brother. But not this brother, the other one.
Kane.
I had wished for death back then, and now that I had Ro inside me, I was wishing for life. As hard as Ro was fucking me, he wasn’t the same as Kane. Ro was consenting to what I begged him for while Kane had taken without asking. A different kind of savagery.
Without caring.
“What if I don't come?” I blurted in the middle of his thrusts.
He slowed down and pulled back, examining my eyes. “I won't let you leave here without being satisfied, Wren. I can promise you’ve never known pleasure like what I can give you. Plus, I can feel you squeezing me. You’re so fucking close.”
I nodded and closed my eyes, thinking of whoever I needed to think of, doing whatever I needed to do. But the only face I saw was Kane’s. Ro was an extension of Kane, and now more than ever, at the moment I had been begging for, I was thinking of the wrong person.
As if Ro could tell something was wrong, he grabbed my face again and forced me to open my eyes. He started hard again, beating the underside of my thighs with his own.
“You can pretend I’m anybody you want, but if you close those eyes and see Kane, I will leave you right now. I am not my brother, and I might be fucking you, but I don’t want you pretending I’m him.”
“I don't want to see him either,” I cried as a tear fell down my cheek.
“Then keep your eyes open and watch me. Watch this monster. Be a monster, Wren. But don’t you dare let Kane into this with us. He can fuck himself.”
My gaze found Ro’s eyes. The same man I was so furious with yesterday. The same man I deemed my monster. The same man who almost drowned me earlier that morning.
He was all I saw, and it was his eyes, his stare, tossing me over the edge.
My climax hit me hard, making more tears fall down my face. I screamed and shook. Sweat was pouring down my body, and the sand below us was sticking to me as the wind swirled through the cracks of the shack.
Ro was right in front of me, not even bothering to pull out and spare me from the mess his cum would make. He moaned through his own climax, his eyes still locked on me, getting off on fuckingmeand not pretending I was anyone else.
He saw me.
When he was done, he slid out, and my bathing suit snapped back into place, his cum running out of me and into my bottoms. I sank down to my knees, the sand making me dirty and gritty. But I didn't care, and neither did Ro.
He sank down next to me on his knees, and we both sat in awe at what we had done. I knew I asked for it, begged for it, but I wasn't prepared for the shift I would feel in my soul.
Everything I’d ever known before had shifted. I saw Ro in a new light. He was still a monster, there was no doubt about it, but maybe now he was moremymonster. More than the monsters who crept through the night, causing terrors and sleeplessness. Maybe he was the monster who’d bring me back to life in a way that put my other monster to shame. To fix the holes inside me created by the first monster.
Only time would tell at this point. Where did we go from here? I wasn’t exactly sure, but I knew I didn’t want to stop whatever this was. I’d found a new addiction, and I couldn’t fathom the idea of letting it slip through my fingers. It was probably wrong wanting to return time and time again to my adoptive brother of all people. It wasn’t normal and erred on the side of fucked up, but that was how my life had always been, so what did I care?
