Page 7 of Like An Animal

THE GHOST

I groan as the alarm goes off and I bury my face in the pillow.

I don’t want to get up, but getting up means starting the day and there’s a fun party tonight.

First, I need to get showered, go to school, then we can party.

I’m pretty sure I only received an invite to the party because it’s for Jeremy’s band and Xavi handed the invite to me personally.

Jer didn’t like that too much.

He doesn’t like it when any males speak to me. It’s like he thinks I’m going to run off and fuck them. It wouldn’t be any of his business if I did anyway. He’s my brother and I’m his sister. Nothing more.

So what if we share a bed?

Maybe if I keep saying that, it might start being true.

I turn off the alarm before sitting up, climbing out of bed, but I barely get a step away from the mattress before Jeremy yanks me back into it. I shriek and practically fall against him.

Jesus Christ. He’s clingy as fuck.

He buries his face in my hair and holds me against his body. I try my best to ignore the morning wood pressing against the back of my thigh, but something of that size is a little difficult to ignore.

“Keep it up and I’ll go back to sleeping in my room,” I warn with a groan.

“No, you won’t,” he mumbles against my neck and he wraps his leg around my own, holding me hostage.

“Who says?”

“I do. Now, shut up and go back to sleep. I’ll give you a ride to school. It’s too fucking early for that stupid alarm.”

I roll my eyes before settling back down in bed.

It’s the first day of school after all. Everyone's a little lazy on the first day back.

However, Jeremy graduated two years ago so he doesn’t have to go to school.

“Fine, but get that thing off of my leg.”

“Uh-uh,” he grumbles and my eyebrows knit together.

“What?”

He does know I’m talking about his penis, right ?

“No moving. Either it stays there or I’ll find some more interesting places to put it.”

Did he…No, he didn’t…Yes, he did! He just hinted at us having sex or oral or whatever. That’s not happening. We may be step-siblings, but that’s still in the siblings category. That’s like incest adjacent.

“Ew. You’re gross.”

He chuckles. “Am I?” Then, he grinds it against the back of my thigh and I bite my lip.

I’m simultaneously grossed out and turned on by the move. There must be something wrong with me. I definitely don’t want to have sex with Jeremy Borza.

Nope.

Never.

Net.

“Jer,” I groan in warning as he growls in my ear, a warning of his own. His fingers wrap around my throat as he yanks my body back against him. Without giving myself permission, a moan falls out of my parted lips, mixing with a breath.

Fucking god.

This is absolutely insane.

What the hell is he doing?

“Prove it,” he rasps in my ear.

“Wha-what?”

He leans closer and whispers, “Spread your legs and prove that you think I’m gross. Do it. I fucking dare you.”

I mean, what’s the worst he could do? I’m wet, but not that wet. It isn’t even enough to make my panties damp. He won’t be able to tell.

I part my thighs, not enough to expose myself, but enough that he’ll be able to see that I’m not soaked like he seems to think. Then, Jeremy yanks the leg that he is still holding and opens them a little further.

“Let’s check,” he whispers again as he runs his hand over my stomach. He’s just going to feel the material isn’t wet, right?

The moment he reaches my panties, he pushes his hand inside them.

“Jer, what are you doing?” I gasp, mortified, but he runs his thumb along my clit.

“Checking. Now, spread them wider before I get my belt and spank your bratty ass until it’s covered in welts.”

I gulp nervously and spread my legs a little more, feeling absolutely disgusted with myself that I’m actually going to let him touch my pussy. He glides his fingers along my flesh, between my folds, and presses a finger inside my cunt.

He growls in my ear again before rasping, “Your cunt is calling you a liar, little ghost. This pussy is desperately in need of some attention.”

“Jer.” Don’t do this. This is wrong. Doesn’t he get that?

His thumb circles my clit as he pushes another finger inside me. Unable to control the noises I make, I moan, so ashamed of myself.

“I can’t,” I deny as my cunt spasms around his fingers.

“Take it, Bron. If you can’t take this, how will you take my cock? My cock is way bigger than just two fingers.”

I can take it. That’s not the problem.

“This is wrong,” I whimper as he hooks his fingers and my body jerks.

“No, it’s not. I’m not your brother. You’re not my sister.

I’m just the guy in desperate need of this sweet pussy.

Give it to me or I’ll take it and we both know you want me to take it–to fuck your dripping cunt until neither of us can move.

Say it. Tell me you want it.” He pulls his fingers out and slaps my pussy hard, a sharp pain spreading through my hips before he pushes his digits back inside.

My back arches and shame washes over me as I admit defeat.

“Fucking say it. Say you fucking want it–that you want me.”

“I want it, Jer,” I confess, hating myself for it.

He lets me fall onto my back on the bed as he speeds up his strokes. His dark eyes stare down at me, heavy lidded and full of lust.

“Take off your panties,” he demands as his gaze darts down to where his fingers are working me over, doing more to me than I’ve ever been able to do myself.

Shame washes over me as fresh juices run down his hand from the waves of pleasure.

“Do it.” He takes my throat in his hand again, nearly cutting off my air.

I choke on my own tongue as I grab the hem of my panties.

As I push the fabric down my thighs and past my knees, he slowly loosens his hold on my throat, but his fingers don’t leave.

They stay there, controlling me, holding me hostage.

I know deep down I don’t really want to escape him, even though I’m riddled with shame. I shouldn’t want him in any capacity. It’s something I’ve spent years fighting. Jeremy is my protector, my safe space, but he’s also the one man in the world I shouldn’t let myself indulge in.

He sits up and pushes the fabric out of his way, down to my ankles before prying my thighs further apart. Jeremy moves between my thighs as he speeds up his rhythm, his gaze glued to my cunt.

I moan as he abuses my sweet spot, stabbing it over and over again. His thumb circles my clit and I feel the heat spreading through my body.

“Please, Jer. We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong. It’s sick . You’re my brother.”

He drives a third finger inside me, so hard I feel it in my tailbone. It hurts so good.

“Hold your fucking legs open,” he commands before ripping his fingers out of me so quickly my cunt screams in pain from the loss. Then, he slaps the side of my thigh so hard his fingerprints will be bruised into my flesh for days to come.

I had no idea he was that strong. I mean, I knew he had strength, but he’s not muscular by any means.

I follow his instruction as he shoves down his boxers before grabbing my hips in his hands, yanking me to him.

I gasp from the sudden move. My gaze flashes to his dick and a hint of fear pulses through my brain. His dick is decently sized, curved, and has three rings lining the stiff shaft.

He had his dick pierced. When the fuck did he do that?

“Jeremy! Stop. We shou–”

“Stop fucking talking,” he growls as he runs the head of his dick along my slit, running his hand up and down the length.

His dark eyes meet mine as he groans. “I don’t want to fucking hear how this is wrong, how we shouldn’t do this.

With every word you say against this, your cunt is calling you a dirty liar. You want proof?”

He sinks his head in forcing me to throw my head back, screaming my lungs out.

Nothing has been inside me since the last time my father raped me, which was four years ago, and Jeremy has a pretty impressive girth.

God, he feels so good and the way the pain mixes with pleasure is a sensation that should only be accessible in the fiery pits of hell. No mortal should ever know anything of this magnitude.

Jeremy isn’t stealing my virtue. He isn’t tearing me apart like my father used to.

No, I want this. I’m giving him my virginity, something I can only do consensually.

If I said no and really wanted him to stop, he would.

I have no doubt about that, but my fight is so weak and holds zero merit that he drives all the way in.

My head hangs off the bed and I keep holding my legs apart for him as he pulls back before thrusting hard into me again.

Fucking hell. This is perfect.

“This isn’t wrong. This isn’t sick. You want every fucking inch of me in your desperate pussy. This cunt is mine. Those screams are all for me, Bron. Fucking say it,” he demands as he pulls out and thrusts in again, earning another scream from me.

God, stop talking and just keep going.

My body is desperate for him. It’s like my pussy knows it’s found its home and is welcoming him with open arms, begging for him to never leave.

If he keeps this up, I’ll lose my damn mind.

I whimper as he pulls back and I lift my head, sweat dripping from my hairline. He grips the hair at the base of my skull, forcing me to look at him.

I can’t help continuing my rebuttal. “We were raised together. We’re a part of the Durst family. Blood doesn’t matter.”

The rage that takes over his face is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before and…it makes me even more wet.

I like it when I make him mad.

His hand hits hard as he slaps me across the face, his fingers leaving a deep imprint on my cheek. Instantly, I find I like it when he’s violent with me. Heat flashes through my body and my cunt spasms around him.

“You want to act like that's true? Fine. I’ll play into your fantasy, little sister.” He thrusts inside me again, his piercings stroking my walls in a delicious tease, and I cry from the pleasure. “Are you a dirty whore for your big brother’s cock?” he rasps in my ear and I shake my head.

Ew. No. That’s just gross.

“Stop it.” More tears fall down my face.

“You don’t like that? I thought that was what you wanted.

You’re so focused on whether or not I’m your brother, your family, and if we were raised together.

If you don’t want me to call you that, then stop acting like you haven’t been fantasizing about this as long as I have.

You’ve been begging me to fuck you. You just haven’t been using your words to do it. ”

Then, I throw my head back and scream for mercy as I orgasm, my insides tightening and twisting as he grunts against my throat.

“Fucking hell. You’re definitely my dirty slut, baby, but don’t worry. You’ll get used to it–my size, my piercings, and being constantly filled by my cock…Fuuuuck!” He follows me over the edge, his release shooting off inside me like a million little race horses taking off.

Thank God they won’t reach their destination. My implant prevents that.