Page 33 of Scream Little Sister

I stride out of the room, ignoring my mother calling my name and Mary yelling at Jerry. It’s all white noise to me because I don’t care. I leave the house through the back door, and as I walk toward the stairs, I pull out my pack of cigarettes and light one before inhaling the smoke deep into my lungs.

The sun set already, darkening the outside world with shadows. The sky is clear enough for the stars and half-moon to shine, giving enough light for me to see where I’m going. A gust of wind blows straight through me, flinging pieces of hair over my face and into my eyes.

The back door opens, then snicks shut.

I don’t need to turn to see who joined me outside. I already know. The wind carries her sweet perfume toward me, filling my lungs. She keeps her footsteps light, intending to sneak up on me. It never works because a part of me is always in tune with her.

With Madison.

I don’t know why she came out here. There isn’t anything to say. The less attention I give her, the better it will be for us all around. If Madison’s father notices her hanging around me, he’ll set his sights on her and use her against me.

“How did you know?” she says.

I keep my back to her and take another drag from the cigarette. If she doesn’t leave in the next minute, I’m afraid of what I’ll do to get it through her head that she doesn’t want my attention.

She’s soft, while I’m rough.

She’s light, while I’m dark.

She’s smooth silk, while I’m jagged, broken pieces of glass.

“Would you fuck your sister?”

My molars grind together.

Madison huffs. She stomps in front of me and rests her hands on her hips. My gaze slips down her body while I pretend I’m disinterested in what I see. Her thin shirt barely hides her hardened nipples, and her short skirt gives me my fill of her thick thighs and long legs.

Fuck, I want them thrown over my shoulders, squeezing my head as I eat her out. I want them wrapped around my waist as I pound into her pussy, removing all traces of her fiancé and making her completely and utterly mine.

My jaw clenches, but I refuse to look away from her as fear and trepidation creep back into her eyes. I inhale another drag of my cigarette while keeping my expression blank.

I can’t have her. She’s my fucking sister.

“Ryder?”

My attention snaps back to her face.

“Go inside,” I say.

Madison folds her arms over her chest and hunches her shoulders to stay warm, but she doesn’t back off. Because of course she wouldn’t.

I don’t trust myself with Madison. It’s cold out, and if she hangs around, I might do something to keep her warm. I’ve always lacked self-control, and my stepsister won’t be an exception.

I bite my tongue as she does the opposite of what’s good for her. She steps forward until we’re nearly chest to chest, and her vanilla-ocean-breeze perfume surrounds me. Blood rushes to my dick, and I hold my breath so her scent doesn’t continue its wicked spell against me.

My sister doesn’t realize what the fuck she’s doing to me. She’d rather poke the bear who’s close to losing control. She won’t stop until I have her pinned naked beneath me on my bed. Anger swirls in my chest, and my hands tremble.

“How did you know about my allergy?” she asks.

I finish the last of my cigarette and flick it aside, not caring where it lands. Jerry can go fuck himself if he has an issue with all the cigarette butts beside the pool. Madison follows the movement with eyebrows raised and lips parted in surprise.

The corner of my lip curves into a subtle smirk.

God, she’s so innocent. Way too innocent for me.

I brush past her, ensuring I don’t touch her in the process. It’s already enough that I touched her soft love handles earlier today. If I feel her warmth one more time, all bets are off.

I descend the stairs and shove my bedroom door open.