Page 59 of Like An Animal

“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!”