Chapter 5

Silvia pov

He seemed different like this. Looking straight at him rather than up.

“How long has it been, Silvia? Really?” “ A few days,” I mumbled, feeling like an idiot. Why does he even need to know that? Does that make me less attractive to him somehow? Or more?

“I’ll take this first one easy, okay?” he whispered, and the softness in his voice made me almost burst into tears. He doesn’t wait for an answer before he edges the tip of his length inside me, stretched me wide.

It burns, but it feels so damn good too. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, burying my face against his neck as he eases in deeper.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he hissed through clenched teeth. Then he takes hold of my legs and unwraps them from around his waist.

“I need you to let me in, Silvia,” he groans, full of frustration and impatience. He hooks his forearms under my knees, pulling my hips toward him and spreading my thighs wide open. I suppose all that Pilates paid off after all. My heart starts beating wildly, he is just a beast in making a woman wet. I can't wait for him to fuck me hard.

My heart started beating wildly as he looked at me. So exposed and open and vulnerable.

“Your cunt looks so good being stretched by my cock,” he groaned, and I reward him with a moan as my pussy squeezes around him.

“Just keep holding on to me,” he growled as he slides a little deeper, and wet heat floods my pussy. I cling to his neck, dragging my lips over his skin as his muscles vibrate with the effort of holding himself back.

I felt the raw power in every muscle of his body, and the fact that he’s trying to be gentle makes my heart ache. This is sweet. I've never thought of such a demure sex with anyone not to talk of my stepbrother.

A burning desire to have him deep inside me, until there is no space left between us.

My pussy throbbed with a deep, carnal longing for his cock. Dusting my lips over the skin of his neck, I smile as it elicits a deep growl in his throat.

“I want more,” I whispered. “More?” “For the love of God. Just fuck me,” I pleaded, surprised at my own words because I have never, ever, begged to be fucked before.

And certainly not by a man who happens to be my stepbrother. He curses underneath him as he drives all the way inside me.

I pressed my mouth against his skin, muffling my cries of pleasure tinged with pain as he fills me.

I try to squeeze my thighs, but he holds me opened as he slides out before driving  back  inside.  Warmth flooded  my hot channel. Each time he pulled out and thrusts back in, my pussy rewards him with more slick heat.

“Oh fuck,” I whimpered in his ear as he groaned in mine.

“You feel so fucking good. This cunt… I knew it would…” He thrusts harder, and I almost pass out as the crown of his cock rubs against something inside me that makes me scream in pleasure.

When he pulled out of me a few seconds later, the wet sound that echoed around the small room made my cheeks burn with heat.

He was wearing a condom, so that was all me. He pulled the condom off and tossed it into the trash can. I lean against the counter with my legs wobbling like Jell-O and wondering what happens now. This is unfamiliar territory for me. But then he grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me with him as he started walking out of the door.

“Where are we going?” I whispered. Someone might see us? What are you trying to do Derek? I asked.

Despite what we just did in his room, I felt nervous and kind of awkward as we approached my room. We walked in. I was satisfied, rolling my eyes at him. I stood next to my king-sized bed with pristine white cotton sheets. He stalks toward me, and it makes a shiver run the length of my spine. I am so out of my depth here I just might drown.

He ran his fingertips over my cheek. “Why are you so nervous, Silvia, I thought you wanted this?” he asked in a deep, commanding tone that makes goosebumps prickle out all over my body.

“This isn’t… I don’t usually do this kind of thing,” I said, my voice little more than a whisper. “Have sex?” he asked with a flicker of amusement.

“With strangers, who happens to be your stepbrother?”

“Common, Silvia, let's pick up where we left off. If you're uncomfortable, just tell me, and I won't disturb you again,” he said, while I looked at him nervously. Who wouldn't want to be with a professional?

I discreetly wiped my sweaty palm on my shirt, my heart pounding with anxiety as I nodded without hesitation.

“I crave more of you, Derek.”

Abigail pov

I'm aware of the quiet in Silvia's room, despite her cold demeanor towards me. I have a feeling her stepbrother is involved somehow. I waited in the corridor, capturing an intriguing video of her and Derek just moments ago. Standing at Derek's door, soaked, I felt a strong desire for the passionate encounter he was having with Silvia.

I initially thought this party would allow for a discreet entrance and exit. Suddenly, I heard footsteps nearing the door, and I quickly hid in a corner. A chilly draft from the corridor hit me as I pressed against the wall, my heart racing. When the door closed, I cautiously peeked out, and despite having seen many things, Derek's confident stride as he left Silvia's room sent chills down my spine.

I hurried towards Silvia's room, glancing sideways to ensure he wouldn't come back. My grip tightened around the doorknob, anger boiling inside me as I flung the door open and slammed it shut, the sound reverberating in the room.

I saw her on the mattress, hastily pulling the duvet over herself.

"There's a rule: knock before entering someone's room, Abigail," she hissed, looking back at me, her gaze falling on the used condom in the nightstand.

"What?!" she exclaimed, her tone dripping with venom. Without waiting for her to finish, I advanced towards her, feeling a wave of hatred wash over me. Derek was meant to be mine; he should have been with me, not her. How could she even consider being with my man? I thought she understood how much I liked him from the start.

I yanked the duvet off her body, her boobs cascading openly to my face, with her shaved pussy, wet and dripping, crying for more dick to slide into. The whole scenario that I had watched and fingered myself while watching started playing in my head, immediately I felt my breath hitch as I raised my hand, resonating a slap across her face, tears streaming down.

“How could you do this? You slept with my boyfriend and now you sit there looking at me as if nothing happened?”

She gasped, pressing her hand to her chest in shock, her mouth hanging open. I couldn't believe she showed no remorse. I thought she would rush over, beg for forgiveness, but instead, she reached for a pillow to cover herself.

"Well," she said, running her fingers through her hair.

“Is that why you barged into my room? Abigail, Derek has always been mine. What made you think I would ever leave him for you?” She took a deep breath, a small laugh escaping her lips, and I stared at her in disbelief. I nodded, feeling ashamed; her confidence caught me off guard.

I slowly walked to her little brown cupboard where her lipsticks and hairbrush were stored. I grabbed the brush and threw it in her direction. Rolling my eyes, I flipped my hair over my shoulder. She nearly screamed but quickly covered her mouth.

“What is wrong with you? Were you really going to kill me over a guy?” She looked up at me, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Yes, just a guy. I would gladly take you out for Derek; he was meant to be with me, not you, Silvia.” I sighed heavily as I scanned the room.

She swiftly shifted her hips off the mattress, the duvet still wrapped around her, and I thought she was coming to my side. But no, she headed for the door, and I heard the click of the lock as she secured it.

With her arms crossed, she declared, "I want us to have our privacy, so what's the threat? I've always loved Derek, whether he's my stepbrother or not. I swear I'll fight with every ounce of strength I have to keep him!" She leaned forward, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"Do you know why I won't give up my happiness for you?" she challenged, pointing at me. I was taken aback by my younger sister standing up to me like that.

I winced, knowing that anything I said could hurt her deeply. Her eyes widened in fear. "Get out of my room, Abigail," she snapped, gesturing toward the door.

I leaned against the cupboard, refusing to leave without an apology. I crossed my arms, took a deep breath, and used my finger to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

"There’s always been a way out, Silvia. I knew you’d be foolish enough to leave him, but guess what?" I stepped closer, hearing her heart race as I gently brushed her hair aside and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I don’t want to make this a bigger issue, Silvia."

I scoffed at her loud snicker; she clearly wasn’t feeling remorseful at all.

She spun around to face me, our eyes locking in anger. I slipped my hand into my oversized blue hoodie and pulled out my phone, scrolling through it while she seemed to stare blankly at me.

Out of nowhere, I felt her grip on my wrist, and I looked up to see her furrowed brows. "Get lost, Abigail."

I grinned at her, holding up my phone. "Careful with your words, Silvia. I could easily set up a projector to show the family just how cheap you are for sleeping with your stepbrother." She quickly let go of my arms, retreating until she hit the edge of her bedside table, and weakly sank onto the mattress.

"You'll need popcorn for the show, right?" A voice came from behind, low and unwelcoming.