Cry Little Sister

by Parker Ford

  “Every woman in my life has left me but you. You’re the person who always felt like the other half of me.” He looked down.

  Jordan wasn’t sure why she did it, but she put her hand on his cock. Squeezing. Feeling the power she had over him when he made a near sobbing sound and the breath tore out of him.

  “It was never okay to feel that way, Jojo,” he breathed. He put his hand between her legs, slipping a finger inside her.

  It was Jordan’s turn to make a noise. It rushed up out of her, half joy, half relief.

  “But now it’s okay. Pretty much,” he sighed. “Now hush.”

  He kissed her and rolled her onto her back. Gareth got her how he wanted her, her knees pushed up high and her pussy exposed and he drove into her, eyes pinned to where he was penetrating her. Arms shaking on either side of her head. He drove into her hard and the first wave of an orgasm rushed up to greet her and pull her under.

  She’d been so turned on and so upset and so afraid for so long that the blissful friction from first entry was enough to set her off. “I’m sorry,” she said as she came.

  She felt bad, but she felt good.

  “No, I’m sorry. I love you, Jojo. For real. Not for fun. Not for a fuck. I love you. You’re the only woman I ever loved.” He rotated his hips—back and forth, back and forth, grinding down on her, filling her up. His cock impossibly high and hard and his face intent.

  “It was never okay before and now it’s okay,” he growled. “It’s okay.” He rotated his lean hips a bit slower, backing off just enough to give her body room to process. And then he moved in another lazy sweep and she felt it explode in her. Another, sudden violent release that stole her breath.

  “It’s okay,” she said. “It’s okay. I won’t go unless you want me to. Not unless you tell me to,” she sighed. Tears trickled from under her closed lids.

  “Look at me,” he said, his voice had a bit of steel in it.

  Jordan forced her eyes wide.

  “You don’t go anywhere unless you take me with you,” he said.

  She nodded, bit her lips, gasped when he rocked against her with the pressure she needed to make her cunt throb with another build up to a peak.

  “Turn over,” he said. “Get on your knees for me.”

  She’d brought him down to a rumble, his voice thick and almost malicious. It made her shiver all over—the excitement of it. The anticipation of him mounting her from behind. Making her come. Taking her.

  *****

  He didn’t actually give her a chance to turn over. Gareth gripped her and turned her forcefully, flipping her as if she weighed no more than one of the pillows that adorned the bed.

  He ran the head of his cock along her slit, from front all the way back and up the split of her ass between her still tender cheeks. Jordan shivered when the tip of him pressed to the tight ring of her anus.

  “One day, sweetheart,” he said. “But right now—“

  He drove into her cunt and she pushed her hands to the antique headboard. Jordan remembered the blinds were slatted and their feet could be seen, but part of her was so overjoyed at his response—at his love for her—she simply didn’t care. Mrs. Phelps could kiss her ass.

  Gareth pushed one strong hand to the middle of her back, holding her steady as he thrust. Jordan swayed with his movements, feeling the full thickness of him invading her and taking her over. A fine tremor started in her thighs and Gareth felt it, looping a muscular arm under her waist. With a hand on her spine and one under her middle, he held her there. Securing her.

  Gareth always made her feel secure.

  He moved the hand on her spine low and smoothed slow circles over her bottom. The slightest pressure made the welted skin tingle and throb. The throb slid into her pelvis, filling her cunt, her womb. Making her arms feel weak and her chest flare with the same heat that made her face feel so hot.

  She wanted to come but she didn’t. She wanted to stay here, suspended in his arms, no other thoughts for as long as she could.

  Gareth pressed the pad of his thumb to one of the crop stripes on her ass and her body sagged a bit with weakness. “How does that feel?” he growled, driving deep, his cock brushing all the plump bits of her pussy.

  “It feels—”

  Her voice dissolved into a moan when he pressed that fragile flesh again and drove deep into her cunt. She felt so full of him—her head, her heart, her soul—that she wanted to weep she felt so overwhelmed.

  He brushed a fingernail over a weal and she cried out. Not because it hurt so much as the mild discomfort merged with her slick pleasure and she was right there. Right on the cusp. It would take very little…

  Gareth pulled free of her filled her with a cluster of his fingers. Jordan tossed her head, hair flying…confused. Until he returned his cock to her and slid in slowly, relishing every inch he penetrated. She could tell by the way he exhaled as he slid home.

  Then those wet fingers—dripping with her own pussy juices—slipped into the narrow ring of her asshole and she froze.

  “Just relax. Feel me both places. Three fingers. Hurts at first, but sweetheart, give it a minute. Relax, breathe.”

  She did. Pushing out a big breath before drawing in a slow controlled breath. When he started to move his cock and his fingers in tandem, small white lights danced in her vision. She took another sip of air and moved back to take him deeper.

  His fingers curled in her tight hole and his cock brushed her swollen cunt. She put her head down and started to reach under and stroke herself but thought better of it. “May I?” she asked softly over her shoulder.

  Gareth froze, green eyes flashing, face serious with lust and intention.

  “May you what?”

  “Touch myself?”

  He groaned, his turn to come undone. She could tell by the jerk of his hips that her words had affected him. Gareth clenched his jaw, nodded once and tried to slow his pace.

  Her fingers shook violently but she managed a clumsy stroke over her engorged clit. She moved back harder to take him, brushing the tingly knot of flesh that controlled her orgasm at the moment. She was so penetrated by him—so stuffed with him—that it would take that direct contact to get off. Otherwise it was just a big blissful gush of pressure in her nether regions.

  She stroked down over her outer lips, feeling those neglected nerve endings leap to life. When she returned direct pressure to her clitoris, she hissed like she was in pain.

  “I can’t wait,” she said.

  “To come,” he growled, sounding on edge himself.

  “No. For what you said before. I can’t wait. I want to try.”

  He slowed. Jordan could tell that Gareth was catching on, but was unsure of what she meant. Or was afraid to be sure. “What?”

  Jordan looked over her shoulder to see his bright green eyes when she answered. She could see the stubble on his jaw and how his hair was still a little damp and the flash of jade in his irises. All of her had narrowed down to extreme alertness, superb observation.

  Breathtaking need.

  “I want you to fuck me, Gareth. I want you to take me…in the ass.”

  He dropped his head and made a broken sound. All the while her body pulses with anticipation, fear and above all else—desire.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  His breath was a shiver across her back. His fingers delving deep to twist and rotate and open her up.

  Jordan’s arms shook with nerves more than strain.

  “It’s going to pinch for a moment. It’s going to hurt, Jojo. I’m telling you so you can change your mind.”

  Jordan dropped her forehead to the sheets, pressed until colors danced behind her closed lids. “Do it.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Do it,” she whispered, curling her hands into the sheets but forcing her body to relax. She pushed back just enough against his fingers so that she did feel her body relax a little, open some.

  “Oh, fuck…sweetheart,” he said.
There was a catch in his voice that made Jordan hum with arousal and need.

  “Do it, please, Gareth, stop fucking around.” She chuckled then, amused by her slip. “Put it in me.”

  And he was pressed to her, then. The head of his cock hot and imposing against the tight ring of muscle. He pushed so that just the tip penetrated and instead of obeying her body’s need to clench up, she pushed back and breathed and focused on how much she wanted this. Wanted him. There.

  There was a pinch—an intense pinch—a flair of pain, she couldn’t deny it, but then he reached under her and slid two fingers into her pussy. Jordan put her head down, moaned.

  “I’m in,” he whispered. “I’m in. And you should see this, Jojo. It’s…gorgeous.”

  She knew he had to have done this before, but the awe in his voice made her throat tight. It was because it was her. He sounded that way because it was with her.

  He started to move and she moaned again. Not sure why, but beyond the pleasure was something new and good and somewhat surreal. He was fucking her ass, fingers buried in her pussy and all it took was for her to press and swirl a fingertip to her clit and she came.

  Her knees shook with the effort of holding herself up. Her arms trembled from the same. But the rest of her took up a fine tremor from the force of the orgasm.

  Gareth rocked into her, his fingers on her hips were rough but not painful. It was a possessive grip she realized. She was his now, if he wanted her.

  A tear slipped free and she brushed it away with surprise. Where was this coming from?

  Gareth groaned. “I’m not going to last long this way, Jordan. You’re so tight. So, so tight. And good.” His free hand smoothed calming circles over her bottom. The skin he’s whipped into weals earlier sang at his touch. The echoes of pain made her pussy spasm again and she knew if Gareth could hold out, she would come again.

  It was a marvel. This newness. And the bliss. And Jesus, how close she felt to him this way.

  Another tear and she bit her lip, wiping it away.

  Gareth pulled almost free of her and then plunged back in, pushing so fully into her that her forehead tapped the headboard. A sob escaped her and startled them both.

  She felt him stall out, still and start to withdraw.

  “No, don’t, please don’t!” Jordan babbled. The tears came fast and furious now and she felt his fingers, still buried in her, twist a little. Press. Nudge.

  Her cunt gripped tight to his fingers and she could feel her heartbeat in the tender flesh of her ass, she could feel it slamming in her tight back hole where Gareth stayed buried—but unmoving.

  “I’m hurting you,” he said. His hand smoothing along her back, her ass, down the backs of her thighs. Stroking her into a calmer state of mind.

  “You’re not. I don’t know why I’m crying,” she said, trying so hard to keep her voice steady and true.

  “Okay, then.” His voice was soft cotton, warm breezes, bright sunshine. Her spine relaxed and Jordan felt her heart expand with his soothing tone. “I won’t pull out. I just want you to feel good, Jojo.”

  “I know,” she said, voice like still water. Jordan pushed back to take him. Liking the feel of so much pressure. Of being so full. Her fingers went back to work on her oversensitive clit and a bright flash of impending orgasm sounded in her body.

  “It’s emotional,” he said, his voice having grown darker and rougher. Gareth’s fingertips tickled up the ridges of her spine. Jordan shivered as goose bumps threatened to bloom on her skin but didn’t. “Sharing yourself this way…if your heart is in it.”

  “I never have,” she gasped. His fingers had pushed deeper and Gareth was rubbing his fingers to his cock through her body. Noting but a pink film of her flesh separated it, she realized. Hardly anything at all.

  She chewed her lip and felt another embarrassing but unstoppable tear fall.

  “I know. And that makes you mine in a whole new way,” he said. His rhythm increased and his breath came fast and she could tell—she could hear—that he was going to come.

  “I’m….yours?” she asked, pressing her clit. She pinched it and knew that on the next pinch she would come.

  “Sweetheart, I’ve always wanted you to be mine. But now I’m claiming you,” he said. “Sounds funny, but fuck it.” Gareth pressed his palm to her ass cheek, prodding her tender welted skin with his fingertip. He rammed into her, the fingers in her pussy curling suggestively as he did. And he said, “Mine.”

  Jordan came. It started as a low moan and when he gave his own cry, clutching at her, stilling for a moment before pounding into her hard, her moan dissolved into a cry and that dissolved into a sob.

  And she pressed her head to the mattress, all her defenses stripped away, all her control gone—and she cried.

  *****

  Gareth pulled from her, dropped to his side and positioned her so she was nestled up against him. He tucked her head under his chin and waited for the storm to pass.

  It didn’t seem to want to. Jordan felt she’d cry forever now that it had started. She couldn’t seem to stop it and the more that came out of her the more tired and confused she felt—but also cleaner. She felt cleaner.

  A breakdown cycle, Jojo…He’s explained it once when they were younger and Kelly had left. She’d been so broke and sad and he’d started reading—book after book on philosophy and healing and self-help. She laughed at him once, in an almost mean way and he hadn’t seemed to care. A breakdown cycle, he’d explained. The theory that coming undone, or being completely destroyed, could make you stronger in the long run.

  Like burning down a forest for it to come back three times as thick…

  She shivered, letting him brush her crazy fucked up hair off her forehead. And Gareth—being who he was—simply held her and hushed her and kissed her until it all passed.

  “I’m sorry,” she blurted when she felt she could speak.

  “Did I hurt you? Tell me the truth.”

  “No.” She shook her head, hearing his stubble rasp against her hair.

  “Then what the hell was that? You scared me, little sister.” Before letting her answer, he tilted her head back and kissed her lips. She could still taste the sweet tang of tomato paste on his tongue.

  “I…” She shook her head, because the realization set in and she couldn’t bear to admit it.

  “Tell me.” He pulled the blanket over them, waiting.

  “I just reacted to you saying mine.”

  “Mine?”

  “Yes. Mine. I know there’s no chance…I mean I know this can’t be…”

  He stiffened under her, his whole body growing tense. “What?”

  “I know it can’t be like this forever.”

  “Why?”

  She stilled “Because we’re—”

  “We’re what? People who were led to believe they were related?”

  “I—”

  “I love you, Jordan. I want you. In my heart, you’re mine. If that means we need to go somewhere else to be this way…”

  “But you’re angry with me. You were. For what I did. And we’ve been raised together to believe—”

  “I was angry at me,” he said, green eyes studying her. “I wanted you to stay. I need you to stay. But I needed to hear you say you wanted to be here. That you wanted me. After all the women I’ve run off—” He broke off with a harsh laugh.

  “Gareth,” she said, grabbing his face in her hands and kissing him quiet.

  “I love you, I want you. I want to stay with you—I want to stay wherever you are. Here. There. Anywhere.”

  He looked at her for a moment like he didn’t’ believe her. But when she nodded, it was Gareth’s turn to cry.

  They ate room temperature lasagna and cold wine at midnight. Jordan shifted from cheek to cheek, trying not to feel the pain. But when she did, she experienced zings of aroused delight. The fact that he’d marked her was something that stayed stuck in her head and refused to let go.

  She shivered
when he dried her with a towel after their shared shower and took her to his bed. When he wrapped his arms around her, in her head she heard the echo of his voice. Mine.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  “What the fuck is that?” Gareth rolled, trapping Jordan to the bed.

  When she tried to sit up a lanky, muscular man was blocking her way. She took her arms and pushed, but it was useless. He was heavy and intent on keeping her right where she lay. But the banging continued.

  “Gareth,” she said, nudging him.

  “Go away.” He wasn’t talking to her. He was talking to the intrusion.

  She snorted. “I don’t think they can hear you.”

  He sat up, opened one eye and roared, “Go. Away!”

  And again he kept her from getting up. “What if it’s…” Jordan started. But then she realized what? Who could it be? They only had each other at the moment. Whoever it was would come back. Or they wouldn’t.

  She wiggled, trying to pull free but instead, Gareth wrapped an arm around her waist and rolled, forcing her onto her belly. They were both nude and she felt the hot probing of his cock between her legs. “Where you going so fast, Jojo?”

  The air rushed out of her and she smiled. “I was trying to go to the bathroom.”

  Another knock sounded, but he ignored it, pressing his warm lips to the back of her neck and gently thrusting his hips so his cock slid between her slightly parted legs.

  “Stay here.”

  Another angry knock and she stiffened. “But I—“

  “Shh, don’t go.” Gareth licked down her nape so she shivered, her nipples spiking into hard knots of flesh. He slid his hands beneath her and cupped her breasts. Each small thrust of his hips as he fucked her without actually fucking her made her wetter. The pressure from having to pee somehow made that better.

  “Fine. You’ve convinced me,” she chuckled softly. Jordan parted her legs a little more and then he was plucking one of the pillows out of the pile, shoving it unceremoniously under her pelvis to tilt her. His cock, hard and hot, brushed her thigh as he moved. She wanted him. Badly.

  Gareth wedged his hand between them and parted her thighs the way he wanted. And then he was sliding that smooth hard tip of himself along her soaking slit. Jordan pushed back to force him in—to at least get the head inside of her.