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“Um hmm.” I choke out, before babbling something else unintelligible as he licks and flicks the tip of his tongue over the sensitive little nub that’s the center of my world right now.

I reach up and dig my fingers into my forehead, covering my eyes, driving my hips upward into the magician that’s taking control of my world with his mouth.

My stepbrother is a magician.

Blackness and stars is all I see behind my hands as a dangerous pleasure starts to build. Scotch’s tongue it hyper focused on my clit as a finger punches inside of me.

“Daddy’s going to make you explode. Barely able to get a finger in this little girl hole.” He vibrates against me, my core clenching as his other hands keeps my lower lips spread wide.

The pleasure starts to whip into a swirling frenzy as he goes back to my pleasure nub. Eating and lapping and making as much noise as me which only makes the pleasure more intense.

My hands fly down to his head, tangling in his hair as I see him looking up, watching me as my lust starts to launch and his eyes flicker with desire.

I’m off. Launching to the stars, spinning through the universe as he holds my twisting, bucking body against his ravaging mouth. His fingers dig into my thighs, keeping me mounted on his face as his tongue laps and prods, dancing at my opening, then fucking in and out as I catapult into another realm.

I’m a trembling, babbling mess when I start to come down, pulling Scotch upward as he latches his lips on mine and I taste my desire.

“So sexy, sister. I’ve never enjoyed an orgasm so much. My own included.”

“I’ve never enjoyed one at all.”

“What? You didn’t like that?” Confusion creases his brow.

“No, I mean, I’ve never had one before now.”

“Baby, you serious?” He brushes my hair from my forehead. “You gave Daddy your first? Such a good girl. I love that I’m the one that taught you how to come. Now, you’re going to do it for me a lot. Whenever I want.”

I nod, pumping my hips upward against the hardness he’s grinding against me. “What about you?” I ask as his eyes go black, that hair back on his forehead, the silver chain around his neck dangling down and cool against my chest.

“I’m going to fuck you. I’ll have that tart little girl cherry but not now. I like you like this for the moment. Needy. Wanting.”

The fact that he’s keeping it from me only makes me want him more.

“Please…” I think for a second then decide to go all the way with this. “I want Daddy to teach me everything.”

“Fuck, little girl. You say that again and I might not be able to stop.”

“I won’t tell.”

That cracks open the fury I feel inside him. He starts humping against me and I wiggle back, that desperate tension growing fast.

“That’s it. Rub yourself against me, baby. I’m going to get a little relief, but soon, we’re going to take care of me right. Fucking my dirty little sister. Shit, Lula, wiggle those hips on me. Make me come.”

I do as he asks, because I want to see him come. I want to hear it and know what it sounds like. We rock and shift and grind until Scotch’s eyes are slits, his arms straight as he holds himself up, our centers locked together.

“I’m right there. You’re making Daddy so fucking happy. Pout for me baby, pout and tell me how good it feels…I can’t stop. I’m sorry little one…”

I barely get the bottom of my lip out before he’s cursing into the night and his face twists into a knot.

His body falls onto mine, heavy as he humps against me violently, hands in my hair as I lose myself again, crying out and wrapping my hands around his shoulders, pulling his body closer as we jerk and spasm and quake.

His teeth rake over the soft flesh of my neck as we come down panting and softening as I hear One Of Those Nights playing softly from inside the cab of the truck.

“Oh no.”

Scotch pushes up, kissing my cheek before easing back on his knees and pulling me up. “What’s oh no?” he says as he flicks my nipples, then adjusts my bra and blouse so I’m covered.

“That’s my dad’s ringtone. He’s sick, I take care of him. Told him to call if he needed me and he hardly ever does. Something must be wrong…”