Chapter 6
I can’t stay away.
I’ve tried to. I’ve fought it. I’ve been good.
But my bad bone is broken in and I can’t hold off any longer - I need Emme. Need to see her, touch her, smell her … Taste her. Which is the reason why I’m following her to work today.
And it’s not the first time.
I have her habits down to a T. She doesn’t take advantage of her driver at all, instead choosing to walk from the house where she now lives with Blane to the building where they both work.
Blane is usually there hours before her, getting an early start, but Emme leaves at around 8.30 a.m. I’m ready today, already across the street where I know she’ll pass me in a couple of minutes.
I’m nervous - actually nervous.
I’m like an addict taking a swig after years of abstinence, and it feels damn good to do so. I crumple the newspaper I’m reading into a ball, throwing it into the nearby trash can, when a change in the air alone lets me know she’s near.
I don’t know what it is exactly.
A certain scent, a change of the atmosphere.
The sound of her heels on the pavement.
Click-clack-click-clack.
I force myself to turn around and show my back to her, even though it’s the hardest thing I’ve had to do all day. I have to fight the red mist so I don’t jump out at her, pulling her in to me.
But what happens next makes my heart race, too.
Just as she is passing me, I hear the clamor of her heels slow down and she seems to hesitate for just a split second when she passes me, like she senses something. She continues on her way almost immediately, but that one moment, that small pause … it gives me hope.
She still remembers me.
She still knows who owns her.
I turn around in time to see her turn the corner, and I follow seamlessly in her step. If I were to die now, I would be a happy man - as long as I got to take Emme with me.
I come up just close enough to see the skin of the back of her neck erupt in goose bumps. I let myself breathe her in, taking in her sweet floral scent. I can sense she knows someone is behind her, so I stop by a flower vendor next to the street.
She crosses the street, as if she’s afraid to look behind her. But when she’s on the other side, she turns around hesitantly, slowly … and our eyes meet.
Pure joy overtakes me when I see the fear in her eyes as her gaze meets mine.
I see her shiver and I feel the sensation repeating in my own body. Just then, a truck drives by, stopping at a red light and cutting the connection.
I take my chance and run into a side alley, ducking behind a dumpster where she’ll never spot me. My eyes are still glued to the spot where I saw her last, and my heart beats faster as I watch the truck drive away.
As soon as it’s gone, I see her, frozen to the spot where I saw her last. She’s glued to the pavement, staring at the place where I was a second ago. Her mouth is gaping open in shock, her eyes glassy as she tries to convince herself I was a mirage.
I take it Blane hasn’t told her it was my art opening they came to.
I smirk as she goes on, stumbling when she takes her next step. She’s obviously feeling confused and it feels fucking good to know I can still rouse a reaction out of her.
Damn fucking good.
***
I follow Emme to work, watching her walk into the building. After that, I walk around aimlessly, my thoughts filled with her, only her …
That silky hair, the creamy skin. Her perfect breasts, her tight pussy. All I need.
I end up next to a local college, where people are lounging on the lawn and doing some studying in the sun. I don’t know why, but I find pleasure in observing people - not like a normal person would. I don’t watch them, trying to imagine the stories of their lives. I look at them, imagining how best to hurt them.
And it just so happens that I spot the perfect victim.
She’s another Emme lookalike, but so different once again.
She’s younger, about 18 I’d say. Her hair is shorter than Emme’s, in a bob brushing her chin. She’s got those striking green eyes Emme has, though not quite the same shade. And a banging body.
However, she’s different than young Emme ever was.
We were best friends when we were kids, and I still remember her like it was yesterday.
Naive, sweet, soft … So innocent.
This girl has a certain hardness to her, like a knowledge of the world. I’m sure she’s had sex before, given head and swallowed come. And when our eyes meet across the lawn and she offers a lazy smile, I know she’s a goner.
I don’t even have to walk over to her. She says goodbye to her friends and strolls to me on the lawn, offering what I’m sure she thinks is a seductive smile.
“Hey,” she says with a Southern accent.
A Southern belle. She will be perfect to spoil.
“Couldn’t stay away?” I ask lazily, getting straight to the point. Her eyes shine with surprise, but only for a second, then she returns a small smile.
“Want to see my room?” she offers.
A girl that gets straight to the point - how tacky. Emme would never do that.
“I’d rather have you bended over a park bench and fuck you while everyone here watches,” I offer with a smirk, and her mouth drops open in a shocked o-shape.
A smile replaces it pretty soon, and I know it’s a done deal.
I take her by the arm, not the hand. Instead, I clasp her forearm in an iron grip and pull her behind me. We walk until we’re blocks away, and she doesn’t make a sound, just clattering behind me in her heels.
I drag her into an alley close to Emme’s building. Seeing it makes me think she’s somehow feeling what I’m about to do to this Southern doll.
I push the girl against the dirty, grimy wall of the side alley and my hand immediately comes to rest on her inner thigh. She’s wearing such a ridiculously short skirt I’m sure I’d see her thong if she were to bend down.
“Oh,” she breathes heavily, pretending to be shocked by my actions when she all but asked me for it. “My name is Cheyenne, by the way …”
“Shut your mouth,” I say roughly. “I don’t give a fuck about your name.”
She gasps with surprise, but as my fingers move her thong to the side, the gasp turns into a moan of pure pleasure.
Not for long, princess.
My fingers outline her lips, already dripping wet with her need for me.
“Such a whore,” I whisper in her ear and she writhes under my touch. She’s about to argue when I abruptly turn her around so she’s facing the wall. I make her grasp the bricks and she gasps for more.
I spread her legs in front of me, nice and wide. Next, I open up my zipper. I have to rub my cock a few times to get it hard, and I have to think of Emme to get it up.
Fuck.
I position my hardness on her lips as she pants for me to push it in. But in the last second, I change my mind.
Ripping her panties off, I decide to go for her ass instead. She’s such a filthy girl, but I’m sure she hasn’t had a cock in this hole yet.
My suspicions are confirmed when she yelps as I slowly push my tip inside her. She’s so tight it hurts both of us, so I lick my fingers and dampen her entrance, make her nice and ready for me.
“Not in there, please,” she begs softly, but I can tell she loves it.
I disregard her words, and my next push is all in.
She gasps, yells with pain, cursing loudly. My palm finds her mouth and I make her shut up. She tries to push me away with her hands, but I grasp them behind her back, holding them tightly in place.
“Sweet little Emme,” I whisper in her ear. “You haven’t had it in here yet, have you?”
She whimpers under me as I trust inside her, again and again and again.
I think of my stepsister, all long legs, soft curves, silky hair.
And then it doesn’t tak
e me long to come.
I think of the girl for a split moment, and because I’m a nice guy, I find her clit with my free hand, massaging it savagely until her yelps of pain turn into pleasure. I can feel her hot breath as she comes right with me, biting down on my palm to stop her from screaming.
I let myself go, too, realasing my hot come inside her ass. I pull out immediately, my come running down her inner thigh.
I didn’t bother using a condom.
The girl turns around and glares at me, eyes wide and angry. “I didn’t want it in there,” she claims loudly, already pulling her panties up her soaking legs.
“You didn’t, but you damn well liked it,” I tell her, and she doesn’t disagree. I pull her closer and lower, until she’s head to head with my cock. She looks up at me, her eyes suddenly full of lust.
I lower her head on my tip, making her suck it nice and good. She’s good at this, and I can imagine she’s done it quite a few times. She licks the underside of my dick while she caresses my balls, gently tugging on the foreskin every so often.
But it does fucking nothing for me, because I know she likes it.
And I get off on others’ pain, not pleasure.
So I force my cock inside her throat as far as it goes, choking her with it. She flails, trying to get away, but as my tip hits the back of her throat, I finally feel myself stiffening.
Despite her best efforts to get away, she keeps licking at it, like a reflex.
And finally, I can feel myself giving in, thinking it’s Emme giving me head.
I feel her mouth with my hot come, than push her away.
I zip myself up as she coughs and sputters. I leave to her shouting obscenities after me, her pain the best thing I’ve experienced all day. A smirk crosses my lips.
Chapter 7
I never expect to hear from my brother, let alone the very next day. But when my cell phone rings and his number flashes on the screen, I give a roll of the eyes, getting ready for the conversation I don’t want to have.
“Hello,” I answer, not even bothering to make my voice sound less bored.
“Aiden, hey,” my brother answers, his nerves a sharp contrast to my tone.
“What do you want?” I get straight to the point, and am immediately greeted by a long pause. I clear my throat and roll my eyes again when he doesn’t answer. “Well?”
“Um, I was wondering … I was wondering if you had plans for dinner today.”
I think of the bleak day ahead of me, with Marissa coming over later in the evening. At least that way, I get to have sex, while a dinner with my twin is not something that would leave me satisfied in the least.
“Yeah, I don’t-” I start to decline, but his next words immediately change my mind.
“Emme will be there,” he says quickly, as if he’s been keeping this information to himself for too long and is desperate to get it out. I hold my breath nervously, waiting for him to go on, and he does just that.
“We had a … long talk. It’s been a long time. I’ve thought it through and I know you had some problems and you … you took it out on her. I think I’ll bring her around, and she agreed to come to dinner with us.”
Time stops still for a moment when I think of Emme.
Sweet, now not-so-innocent Emme. Spoiled by my brother’s cock, but still ready to be all mine … Waiting for me to plunge deep inside of her … The moment is coming, and I am ready.
“Oh,” I say lamely, my mind churning along with the newly presented facts. “I guess I can make it, for old time’s sake.”
“Great!” Blane sounds so desperately happy it makes me want to punch him and ask him to get it together. He’s so pathetic.
“We’ll see you at Chez Anton at eight p.m. sharp?” he suggest and I agree with a single ‘yes’ before cutting the line. Then I immediately set the phone down, not bothering to text Marissa about the change of plans.
My mind is already on something else.
***
I make sure to come into the restaurant late, make them wait for me like I’ve been doing for them for the past year. I want them squirming, wondering whether I’ll really show up.
And when my cab pulls up in front of the restaurant and I spot them through the window, I’m pretty sure they’re both anxious. They’re talking, Blane trying hard to keep up a conversation, waving his arms around animatedly.
And Emme is just sitting there, looking anxious and nervous.
And I’m transported to our childhood home, a year and a few months ago …
My fingers plunged in her pussy, telling her she belongs to me. She fights to make me stop, but I take what is mine - what always was.
And then my fucking twin strolls in and ruins everything.
I walk in, and their heads immediately turn towards me. I ignore Blane completely, focusing on my sweet little stepsister. Her expression of anxiousness turns into fear, and it makes my cock stir in my pants immediately.
Fuck, I want her badly.
“Hello,” I greet them softly and she immediately looks away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear like she’s afraid to even meet my eye.
She’s quiet while Blane greets me enthusiastically, and I sit on the other side of the table from them. I can tell I’m making them uncomfortable, and it’s making me fucking happy. I’m going to ruin them.
While Blane chatters about nonsensical stuff, Emme keeps quiet, refusing to meet my eye. I stare at her pointedly the whole time, trying to steal a glance at those gorgeous eyes that taunt my dreams.
But she won’t let me, and it’s driving me fucking insane.
I need Emme.
She’s the one that grounds me, the only one that can keep the red mist away.
And she makes it all so much better.
She owes me this. She owes it to me to make it all better, to calm my demons.
She doesn’t seem to be aware of that though, shooting several loving glances at my twin brother throughout the dinner. It drives me fucking insane, the way they look at each other, because I want her for my own.
The evening drags and drags, though I could be looking at Emme all day. They don’t seem to be as comfortable, though, and I realize they’re going to start a topic I probably won’t like.
“So,” Blane begins slowly, meeting my eye carefully like I’m a ticking time bomb. It fucking pisses me off so badly. “We wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Oh?” I say with a smirk, my eyebrows raised all the way up to my hairline. “Why don’t you tell me about it, Emme?”
I’m taunting her on purpose, and she twitches as soon as I say her name. Finally, Blane nudges her to make her talk to me and she looks me in the eye for the first time that evening.
“We …” she begins, her voice hoarse from being quiet all evening. I pretend it’s from the screaming she’s done while I fucked her, and it makes my cock rock hard under the table.
She clears her throat before going on. “We wanted to offer you to get some help.”
I look at her, feeling completely confused, but it’s like a dam has broken.
She suddenly reaches for me, grabbing my arm in one of her palms and I’m gone immediately. Her soft, creamy skin enveloping mine … It’s almost too much to handle.
“I love you so much, Aiden,” she says sweetly, her eyes dancing across my face, begging for me to listen. “You were always my best friend. I know you didn’t mean what you did, I know you want to get better. And we can help you with that, you know?”
I look at her blankly, trying to take in what she’s saying. I’m having mixed feelings, what with her skin on mine combined with the words coming out of her mind.
“What do you mean?” I ask through gritted teeth.
She looks so enthusiastic. It’s going to hurt to take her down.
“We have this great psychiatrist,” she begins.
And after that, I tune everything out. She goes on and on about some doctor who can do wonders, probably by prescrib
ing a shit ton of medication to me. Blane nods enthusiastically as she speaks and it drives me fucking insane to see them ganging up on me.
But as bad as this is, I know I can’t show my true side yet.
I know I can’t tell them I think they need a doctor, not me. I can’t say I’ll never go along with all of the plans they’ve made for me.
And if I want to get what I really want, I’ll have to go along with this.
So I agree with them, nodding my head like an obedient dog in all the right places. I admire their happy smiles, admit I have issues. I do everything I have to, to make it seem like I’m going along with everything.
But when we say goodbye for the night, a completely different scenario is playing out in my head. And I know it will finish my way, not theirs.
I watch them leave before getting into my cab, my twin brother’s arm protectively draped around my girl’s shoulders.
And I tell myself my mantra again, repeating it over and over again in my head.
Destroy Blane. Claim Emme.
Chapter 8
My plain is solid and about to be set into motion. I’ve thought it all through, and I’m ready to make it happen today. I need her now. Emme will be mine.
It’s a week later and I’ve been keeping in touch with both my brother and my stepsister every night. I’ve been feeding them some shit about doing what they want. I even made an appointment with the shrink they suggested - not that I’m planning on going, anyhow.
So today is Friday and I’ve finally managed to get rid of Marissa, sending her on her way, completely depressed by the fact I won’t be sticking my cock inside her today. Fuck that - I’ve got more important things to take care of today.
I also happen to know Blane is away today. I made it my business to find out about his trip to Seattle, and made sure to set an alarm clock for the middle of the night, at 2.30 in the morning.
I can’t sleep anyway, and when the alarm rings, I immediately shoot up in my bed, ready for her. More ready than I’ve ever been, in fact.
With calculated motions, I look around my studio apartment. Then I get straight to work, making the place ready for her.
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