Page 44 of Scream Little Sister

My sickness for my sister is deeper than I first thought.

I pass the covered pool and stomp down the stairs to the shadowed backyard. My heartbeat matches the loud thuds of my feet on the wooden steps.

“Am I not allowed to play with myself, big brother?”Madison’s breathy voice echoes in my head.

It’s not the question itself that’s making me lose all rational thought. It’s her calling mebig brotherthat almost got her face down on the couch, shorts shoved down to her thick thighs, and my cock ramming into her pussy. She didn’t know she was playing with fire and was lucky I walked away when I was seconds from ripping her clothes off.

I shove open the bedroom door and kick it shut behind me. My hand moves to my erection from outside of my sweats, and I groan as I rub the heel of my palm against the length. Realizing what I’m doing, I drop my hand and curl my fingers into a tight fist until my knuckles turn white.

If I continue to stroke myself to the thought of Madison, it’ll feed into the disease that is my obsession with her. I may loathe the girl, but I want to hate-fuck her so badly. I want to make her see what she does to me. How she drives me mad and how her own flesh and blood fucked me up for life.

I want to punish her.

If I can’t fuck her, then I’ll chase her away. I’ll make her hate me as much as I hate her. For her own good if not for mine. If I do anything more with Madison than what I’ve already done, Jerry will find out. No ifs, ands, or buts.

I fish my phone out of my pocket and scroll through my contacts until I find Tiffany’s name. I shoot her a quick message. A few seconds pass before she sends back a text.

Tiffany

Hey sexy. ;) I’ve been dying to hear from you. I’ll be over soon.

I send her the address and lock the screen.

Tiffany has been on my dick for months, ever since I ran into her outside of Susana’s while hanging out with my friends. She made a beeline right to me and flirted like most other girls do when they see a biker. I wasn’t interested in her, but I still got her number just in case of an emergency. Lo and behold, I now have an emergency.

While I wait for Tiffany, I shower to wash away the memory of Madison’s touch. I scrub my body with soap until my skin becomes red. Beads of blood rise to the surface in a few raw areas. My cock doesn’t soften from the pain; it only gets harder and more demanding. I mutter a curse and leave the shower. There’s no use scrubbing myself when Madison left her mark on my soul.

I barely dry off before I dress in a different pair of sweats. My phone chimes with an incoming text. I grab it and read the message.

Tiffany

I’m here.

I leave my bedroom and cut through the house. Light from the kitchen bleeds into the living room. I don’t bother checking who woke up while I was with Madison earlier. I keep walking with a mission in mind and meet my sneaky link at the front door.

Tiffany’s eyes light up, and a smile forms on her full lips. “Hey you.”

I grab her hand without a word and tug her inside. The door snicks shut behind her, and I lead her through the house with long strides.

“What are you doing up so early?” Tiffany says.

“Couldn’t sleep,” I say.

After riding with my friends last night, I haven’t been able to shut off my mind. I definitely won’t be able to sleep after the little interaction with my stepsister. Not until I can get rid of this erection.

“Well, it’s a good thing I was already up, huh?” Tiffany giggles.

Without answering her, I lead her out the back door.

“Where are we going?” she says with a nervous hitch in her voice.

Her fear is understandable. She hasn’t been here before, so she doesn’t know my bedroom is in a pool house. For all she knows, she’s being taken to the backyard so that I can murder her and bury her body.

I open the door to the pool house, and Tiffany relaxes as we step into the dimly lit room.

“Wow. This is nice.” She peers around with a pinched expression, clearly not impressed.

I pull out my cell phone and send a quick text message to the girl who’s the reason for me losing my mind.