Page 29 of Like An Animal

THE GHOST

W ith his hand gripping the back of my neck, Jeremy guides me back into the living room and pushes me onto the couch, my chest pressing into the cushion. I guess when he said he could be more of an asshole, he wanted to prove it.

He’s such a prick.

Before I can move to sit right, he climbs on top of me forcing my arms behind my back.

“What are you doing?” My eyes widen.

The sound of leather against metal as it wraps around my wrists paints a picture. He must’ve taken off his belt to restrain me.

“Jeremy,” I grunt in warning, but all it does is earn me a hard slap across my ass, one so powerful it sends vibrations through my whole body, especially my pussy.

My mind may want to block it out, but my body definitely remembers what he was capable of five years ago and how good it felt.

It doesn’t care that he has taken my daughter or that he wants me to watch him absolutely destroy Kyle.

It only cares that his hand is only a few inches away from where my body wants him.

I accepted a long time ago that my cunt is broken and its main focus is sex, but this is one of those times I wish it would get its act together. So what if Kyle never managed to get me off and the one man that had is too fucking close to my pussy?

“Shut up or I’ll fuck your ass while your husband watches,” he growls against my shoulder, pressing himself against my ass just enough for me to feel how hard and thick he is.

Oh, fuck.

My brain short circuited for half a second.

I used to care if people knew I let my stepbrother fuck me and fully enjoyed it.

It disgusted me to wonder what people would say, but after a month or so, I stopped caring.

I can say honestly that I don’t give a shit what Kyle would think.

I only said he was my brother and didn’t make the distinction for the step-sibling aspect.

He would truly be disgusted with not only me but Jeremy as well.

Still, I don’t give a fuck what he would think.

“Winnie,” Kyle groans from across the room and I look at him, a bloody, bruised mess tainting the marble tile floors. “Call him off, please.”

Does he seriously think I have any sway over Jeremy? He has me pinned to the couch and is tying me up. Maybe Jer hit his head a little too hard.

Jeremy grabs my chin and forces my gaze to stay on Kyle as he whispers in my ear.

“Tell me, little ghost. Did this piece of shit ever make you come?” His voice remains level and shame fills me.

I don’t know why it makes me feel like the problem when he asks me that.

“No,” I admit.

“Not once?”

“No. Not once.”

“Hmm. That doesn’t sound right. It took little effort at all for me to get you off. Let’s test that out, shall we?”

What is that supposed to mean?

Jeremy climbs off of me and walks off toward the kitchen leaving us alone. I try my best to get up off the couch, but the position he left me in makes it impossible without the use of my arms. I grunt and groan with every attempt but it yields no results.

Jeremy returns with a knife in his hand before walking over to Kyle, who screams at the sight of the blade.

“No, no, please. I’ll do anything!” he cries for mercy, but Jer doesn’t have a merciful bone in his body. He never has.

Jeremy grabs Kyle’s wrist and pulls it close before he starts cutting. I expected him to stab Kyle, kill him quickly, but instead he removes the skin from his hand, leaving only muscle and tissue on his exposed flesh.

I hiss at how painful that must’ve been, but after a minute of screaming, Kyle went silent as if he passed out. I doubt it killed him. It could’ve, but I don’t think Jeremy would choose for that to be the way Kyle dies.

Jeremy gets up and sets the knife on the coffee table before he stands before me, pulling the skin of Kyle’s hand over his own.

Wait.

No.

He’s not planning to…

Jeremy moves between my legs, rips away my panties and rubs his skin-gloved hand over my completely drenched cunt.

“Jer, what are you–”

“Shut up and give me what belongs to me.”

He pushes two fingers inside me, hard, all the way down to his knuckles.

My eyes roll into the back of my head.

Kyle was never even in the same league as Jeremy when it came to sex. It was always under the covers with the lights turned off kind of sex. Vanilla. Boring. Sweet.

None of it was satisfying.

Anytime I tried to spice things up, he acted like I was psychotic. No, Kyle, I’m not crazy because I want you to spank me.

Jer pushes his fingers inside me again, teasing my clit with his thumb, as a loud moan leaves my lips.

I forgot how good it felt for someone to touch me the way I needed.

“There’s the desperate whore I remember, so fucking needy.”

My hips grind down against his fingers without my approval.

I am a desperate whore. I need this so badly.

My jaw slacks as I feel my orgasm starting to crest and his fingers slam into me over and over again, demanding for me to let go. My thighs shake in preparation as my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Then, I cry out as it hits and my cunt tenses around his digits. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

“That’s right, little ghost. Come for me.”

And, I do. I come so hard I feel the aftershocks in my eyelashes.

That was his intention though, wasn’t it?

He wanted to prove that only he could make me feel like this and there was no way in hell that Kyle would ever measure up, that the only way Kyle would ever make me come is if Jeremy was controlling the reins.

“I didn’t have a problem making you come with his fingers. Maybe it’s his cock that’s dysfunctional.”

“What the fuck?”

My head lifts barely off the couch to see Kyle’s bloodied face looking at me like I’m the most disgusting thing he’s ever seen.

Boo-fucking-hoo.

That was the first orgasm that I didn’t give myself in years. I’m not ashamed of it. However, I am ashamed that he used Kyle’s hand to do it.

“You two are disgusting. Who the hell does shit like that to their sister?” His voice is full of pain, but he was clearly watching Jeremy finger me.

Jeremy doesn’t respond except for to get off the couch, throw the skin-glove at Kyle, and grab the knife off the table.

My body has no feeling in it as I watch Jeremy stalk toward Kyle who’s full of terror from the look in his eyes. In an attempt to flee, he tries to get up, but drops onto his face when he tries to push his skin-free hand against the floor. He screams in agony.

“Shut up, asswipe. I’m trying to perform an experiment.” Jeremy kicks him in the stomach and pushes Kyle onto his back before he takes a seat on his stomach to stop him from moving.

“No. No. No!” Kyle screams as Jeremy undoes his belt and whips out his flaccid dick.

Please tell me he’s not going to cut it off and put it inside me, too.

He cuts through the appendage at the base, blood spraying across Kyle’s pants, as he screams bloody murder.

“You fucking psycho!”

Jeremy already knows he’s psychotic. That’s nothing new to him. I used to call him a psycho all the time and he would just smile as if it was a compliment.

Jeremy stands up before muttering, “Thank you for your patience,” in a sarcastic tone before walking over to me.

Jeremy moves in behind me and my eyes widen. “Jer, what are you doing?”

“Hmm. You’re right. This won’t work with it being limp. I’m going to need to hollow it out.”

He…what?

Jeremy gets up and goes back to the kitchen, but when he comes out, he has Kyle’s dick in his hand. This time, it’s practically like a human skin condom.

What the fuck is he going to do with that?

Jeremy walks back over to me and flips me onto my back, straight onto my bound wrists. I cry out from the pain, but it’s just an automatic reaction. It’s uncomfortable, but doesn’t hurt too bad.

He moves between my spread thighs before whipping out his cock, hard and covered in thick veins. Then, the man does the unthinkable by shoving his cock inside Kyle’s gutted dick.

What the actual fuck?

“Jeremy, no.” I try to scoot away, but he grabs my legs and pulls me back to him.

“Shut up,” he growls.

“No, Jer. I don’t want that. I don’t–”

He interrupts my words by slamming inside me until he’s completely sheathed inside me, his hand wrapping tight around my throat, tight enough to cut off my airflow.

My insides quiver as he thrusts again and again, taking me harder with each stroke.

My mind fogs from the lack of oxygen, but he must realize that I’m getting close to losing consciousness because he lets go. I cough from the struggle to breathe, but he doesn’t stop fucking me.

Taking my knees in his hands, he holds me open as he wrecks my pussy. The only thing stopping me from screaming from how good it feels is the soreness in my throat.

“Who’s pussy is this?” he growls as he slams into me again.

My body bows as my orgasm creeps up on me.

“Yours,” I concede.

“That’s right. Fucking mine. Not his. Mine .”

“Yours,” I moan right before I’m thrown over the cliff again. He grins down at me. In a flash, he pulls out and practically rips off Kyle’s cock skin before stuffing his cock back inside me.

“It seems like neither his hands or his cock were dysfunctional. Maybe you’re only capable of coming for me, little ghost.”

My eyes roll into the back of my head and I feel like I’m slowly losing my mind, but in the best way possible. “Fuck you, asshole.”

He chuckles before thrusting into me again. “Fucking God. I missed feeling your pussy around my cock.”

And then Jeremy fucks me until he comes, hard.