Page 7 of Remorseless Sinner

Saul

I carried my wife’s limp body inside her Honeywood home.

Hans, my limo driver, said nothing when I took her out but then, he wasn’t paid to have opinions.

Convincing my sweet little stepsister that she was dirty and depraved like me was going to be a bitch of a job but there was no one else in the world more obsessed with it.

When we got inside, I laid Gracie carefully down in her little wooden bed and pulled her clothes off.

First, the long-sleeved gray turtleneck, rolling it up over round, heavy breasts. A tiny dot of milk was beading on each one and as I watched, it grew into a big, heavy drop, falling lushly out of her nipple and then sliding down the curve of her breasts.

Hungrily, I bent down and chased it with my tongue, following the delicious milky trail down her breast and into the elegant lines of her ribs and belly.

Her skin tasted soft and delicious, decadent cream and a touch of lilac, mixed with the unmistakable scent of her wet arousal.

By this time, Gracie would be the most fertile woman in the whole world, her lush soft body ripe and ready to be filled with my babies.

It was my priority to keep her safe and healthy, ready to be impregnated with my seed.

And also punish her.

But there was one barrier to it and I intended to fix that.

My mouth closed over her nipple and I sucked gently, very gently. Because I was patient. A very patient man. I could wait forever as her nipple pulsed and my mouth slowly filled with the fuckin holy relic of her milk.

I let my mouth fill until the cream was seeping out my lips, then I swallowed, the milk flowing from my tongue down my throat in a soft warm gush, then down into my belly, stiffening my cock until it was hard as a rock.

Ecstasy

I lost my religion the day I saw Gracie. Because my father had told me before we met that this was my new stepsister and I needed to curb my natural blasphemy and not let her tempt me.

I agreed.

Because I knew I was naturally blasphemous, naturally wicked. More so than the other 18-year-old boys my age.

But when I met her, it all fell away.

All the morals, concerns, ideals, restrictions.

The need to gain the favor of the Eye of Nimhe.

There was only one thing.

Gracie and the need to possess her.

But first

Time to see what a good girl Gracie had been.

According to all the religious bullshit we had been raised in, it was a grave sign to try to break your own hymen.

Had Gracie been an obedient girl? Or had she laid in the dark and put a dirty finger inside her cunt?

Now with the expression on her face when she came on my fucking boot, I would have bet Gracie had never done anything that could break her hymen.

Not done certain exercises, not worn a tampon.

I can almost guarantee that these sweet ladylike fingers have never gotten anywhere near the inside of her pussy.

Which is going to make my job a bitch but I’m going to try to do this as gently as possible, considering I’m a fucking psychotic asshole who’s pissed at her.

I gripped the ends of the long skirt she was wearing and folded it neatly, one end under the other, up to her flat little belly.

She was out cold, a little frown wrinkle between her eyebrows.

I rubbed rough fingers across her flat belly.

“Soon,” I said. “Soon this is going to be swollen out big.”

Then I flicked out my tiny flashlight and looked at the sumptuous feast in front of me.

She wasn’t wearing panties, of course, the sight of her naked body making my mouth water.

“Come on baby girl,” I murmured. “Spread these legs for me.”

I gently spread her thighs wide, her rose-pink lips parting to show me a gleaming perfect clit.

God, as pissed as I was at her, Gracie was sheer perfection on earth.

I bent down, ripping my tie off so roughly a shit ton of buttons broke too, scattering across the floor.

I couldn’t fucking breathe in this shit, but I wanted to look good for Gracie at the wedding.

Bending down, I took each of her perfect little feet in my hands, then ran my fingers up her legs, then traced her knee and the lines of her thighs, cocking my head to see the contrast between my tanned, scarred hands and her creamy white skin.

There was still a little smear of gleaming wetness on her thighs from where she had ground down on my boot and I carefully pulled her legs even further apart until she was sprawled in front of me.

Then, my cock so hard it was fucking throbbing in my pants, I lay flat on my belly, my cock digging into the bed, and touched her pussy lips.

Fucking balls, they were so soft and silky in my hand.

But I frowned to carefully spread them apart to see the tight stretch of her hymen almost fully covering her entrance. It was a different color than her pussy, a pale pink, changing to a pearl-white shine as I flicked the light over her.

All I had thought about since the day I met her was impregnating my stepsister and filling her with a brood of my babies, and this hymen was in my way.

Fucking hell, she had been trying to be a good girl, denying her true nature.

She stirred as I spread her cunt open further, a little moan escaping from her lips.

I was so big I was afraid if I crawled on the bed I was going to wake her up, so I still lay flat on my belly between her legs.

Well, shit.

I raised a big finger, then inserted it carefully past Gracie’s pussy lips, watching as her pretty little gleaming clit started to glisten at me, getting pinker and rounder, her sleepy body greedy for my attention.

My finger pressed into Gracie’s hymen, attempting to stretch it. She needed to be prepared for my cock.

It felt smooth but thick , wet with arousal.

Because my wife was in complete and utter denial that she loved me.

I tried to move another finger in, but shit, even that one was tight.

I wiggled my finger, attempting to fit another one in there, stretch that hymen, but even though I could feel its flexibility, it didn’t stretch enough.

Shit shit shit

I felt my anger at her growing.

My sweet little Gracie was going to have to be punished.

If she hadn’t boldly sent me to jail like a total brat, I would’ve had this hymen stretched a long time ago and she would’ve been on her third or fourth pregnancy by now.

Well, this stubborn little miss was going to have to pay.

I reached down for my phone and brought up a medical journal article.

Apparently some hymens were simply thick and fingering and orgasms could help soften them up.

I moved to her clit, my cock digging into the bed, dripping precum down my pant legs.

I had waited seven fucking years to have sex with her and her hymen was not supposed to be this powerful.

But I felt her seduction work on me even asleep as I put my thumb to her clit and began to rub, gently.

Almost instantly, she began to make sleepy little throaty groans, milk spurting out of her nipples in little pulses as her hips undulated in the air.

Fuck, this body was responding to me like a motherfucking dream.

I knew Gracie and I were twin souls, a perfect soul match.

She came absolutely without warning, her hips shaking as her cunt tensed and released in tiny tight pulses, and Gracie moaned on the bed, stirring but not fully waking up.

If this was sin, I was sunk in it forever.

I lowered my face to Gracie’s cunt and dove in.