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SINKLER

One week later

I haven’t moved from my computer for the past hour, completely absorbed by what I’m seeing.

One year.

That’s the time since I moved from my parents’ home.

Nine months.

That’s the time since I saw Harper’s face covered in bruises. Bruises caused by my father.

Six months.

That’s when I found my sister half-naked on AccessMe.

Discovering her on an adult website was completely unexpected.

At first, I was consumed by an overwhelming rage, my anger boiling inside me.

But as my head stopped spinning and my vision cleared, I found myself fixated on her.

That was wrong.

I knew it was fucking wrong.

We grew up together.

My father adopted her.

But I never cared about what people would say.

So I did the only thing a brother would do.

I moved across the street from her university flat, my window facing hers.

She thinks I moved far away, but I’m right here, watching her from the darkness of my place, following her wherever she goes.

I hope she likes the gifts I leave on her doorstep.

With a slow and deliberate motion, I reach for my cock, my gaze transfixed on her as she sensually explores her nipples through the transparent fabric of her bra.

The Christmas lights behind her accentuate the baby blue hue, making her icy blue eyes stand out against her fair skin even more.

Her long, dark hair cascades over one nipple, teasingly concealing it and igniting my desire to rip the lace with my teeth.

I don’t dare close my eyes.

My hand follows her movement while my head races at the thought of everything I want to do to her.

Fuuuck.

I want to see her on her knees for me, full of my cock.

I want my cum to cover every inch of her body.

I want her to bleed for me.

I want her to bear my marks.

To look at me while I fuck her.

To see how obsessed her brother is with her.

She will be mine.

My pet.

My prey.

My whore.

And she will face the consequences for exposing what is rightfully mine to others.

She’s like a siren, luring me towards the forbidden, igniting a craving I shouldn’t have.

Just as her fingers move in a circular motion, teasing her clit, her moans echo through the room as if she were beside me.

The throbbing of my cock intensifies as I delicately graze my thumb over the slick, dripping pre-cum.

As I close my eyes for a moment, I can vividly imagine her baby blue eyes locked with mine, tears streaming down her face, smudging her mascara, while she chokes on my dick.

The sound of her moan reaches my ears, and that’s all I need. A rush of pleasure overwhelms me. I let out a primal sound as my muscles tense, and my mind floods with vivid images of her while I cover her face with my cum.

My heart pounds in my chest as I struggle to calm myself, but my eyes instantly lock onto her on the screen.

Flush with pleasure, her cheeks blush pink as she leans towards the screen, blows a kiss, and ends the connection.

I quickly grab a tissue from the desk, hastily cleaning myself before standing up. My joggers are still down, exposing my cock as I make my way through the darkness of my flat until I finally reach my window.

There she is.

Slowly and deliberately, she stands beside her bed, carefully removing her bra.

Oh, sissy. You have no idea what’s waiting for you.

“C’mon, Sin.” I grimace at the sound of my nickname. Only one girl dares to call me that, and even though she’s an insufferable brat, it’s a name reserved solely for her. “One last drink.”

I glance at Anya, her view obstructed by the thick, fake eyelashes.

My twin locks his eyes on me with a smirk while Aleksei and Lev try to stifle a laugh with a cough.

Fucking twats.

Adrik and Viktor couldn’t join us tonight, likely already out hunting their prey.

And it’s probably better that way. We grew up together, and I know they would’ve acted like little fuckers.

The pub is bursting at the seams tonight, with Christmas decorations covering every inch of the room. The ceiling is adorned with twinkling lights, casting a warm glow on the merry crowd, who are singing Christmas songs in unison.

While I don’t despise Christmas, it’s safe to say I’m not particularly enthusiastic about it either.

Before I have time to answer her, a presence catches my attention.

With her friends by her side, Harper strides into the place as if she owns it, making everyone turn their heads in admiration.

The fabric of her top is nearly transparent, and her skirt is so short that it could easily pass as underwear.

The boys follow my gaze, their eyes locked on her as she confidently walks towards the bar counter. My fist instinctively tightens as her male friend leans closer to her, whispering in her ear.

Saint, who never knows when to shut up, calls out her name, causing her to turn her head to locate the source of the voice before she frowns upon seeing me.

“What? The game is up, brother,” he winks.

Harper shakes her head in protest, but Lisy, Aleksei’s twin, and Harper’s best friend ignores her resistance and firmly grabs her by the arm. Together, they approach us while their friend takes their order.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” chuckles Aleksei.

Yeah, I bet it will. Aleksei has a weird relationship with his twin, but she’s a strong head.

He likes a good challenge, and that’s why she’s his chosen one.

Once they arrive at our table, Harper grasps my arm and leans in close to whisper in my ear.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

I smirk at her.

I haven’t seen her since I came to pick her up nine months ago.

“Well, hello to you too, sissy. You don’t know?”

She takes a step back, her frown deepening as she glances at me.

“Know what?”

“It’s you and us for Christmas, Harps.”

“Excuse me?” she gasps, shaking her head.

“You’re excused.” I grin.

“Nuh-uh. The parents won’t be here. There’s no need for you to be here.”

An internal groan threatens to surface.

Considering their actions, I can’t figure out how she could extend her forgiveness to them. Maybe she’s just a more forgiving soul than I am.

Nine months ago, I received a panicked call from Saint, who insisted I rush home immediately after our sister reached out to him.

Her body was marked with bruises, and blood slowly trickled down her face.

He fucking hit her.

Even now, it feels as vivid as if it took place yesterday.

My phone buzzes in my hand, the vibrations travelling through my fingers as I see my twin’s name displayed on the screen.

“Saint? What is it?”

“You need to go home immediately,” he urges.

My body tenses at the sound of his seriousness,

Given that my twin is known for his lighthearted nature, his sudden concern has me on high alert.

“Again, what is it?”

“It’s Harper.”

Is he seriously calling me about our little sister?

“I don’t have time.”

“Stop being a dickhead. She called me, and…” He sighs. “Just go home.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. There is a reason why we decided to leave this wretched dump.

“Sinkler! I know you don’t have the best relationship with her.” More like I want to fuck her until she passes out, my cum dripping from every hole. “But she’s family,” he continues, “and family comes first.”

For fuck’s sake.

Having my own words thrown at me feels like a cheap shot.

“Fine,” I groan, the frustration evident in my voice, as I reluctantly snatch my car keys off the counter. “I’ll go now.”

“Thank you. I’m on my way back.” He hangs up without another word.

I know he would’ve gone if he was there, but he’s in another city and won’t be back soon enough.

The drive home takes me thirty minutes, and as it’s late, the streets are empty and devoid of any signs of life when I park in front of our parents’ house.

Shouts reach my ears, urging me to go inside.

“What is it with all the loud voices?”

The sight of my stepmother’s glassy eyes, likely a result of alcohol, pierces through me while my father’s fists clench tightly in a display of rage.

“Sinkler,” she breathes out.

“What are you doing here?” my father spits out.

“Iakov, it’s his home,” she hiccups.

“I don’t think I asked you anything.” His hand moves with such speed that I barely register it before it lands on her cheeks. “You’re just like your daughter, proficient in giving blowjobs but lacking in any other skills.”

Just as he is about to lift his hand for another strike, I manage to halt him in his tracks.

It’s not the first time he’s laid a hand on Chloe, which is common in the Bratva. It doesn’t mean I condone it.

They’ve been married for the past ten years. When we first met her, she radiated warmth and positivity, her smile lighting up the room. Now, she’s become a hollow version of herself, subjected to my father’s cruel treatment without protest.

“Enough!” My voice gets louder. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I’m your father. You owe me respect.”

I let out a loud laugh because really?

“Respect is earned,” I say sternly, “and you have done nothing to earn mine. You’ve failed as a father, and your actions as a husband have been despicable. There’s absolutely nothing worthy of respect in that.”

My grandfather would be horrified to see what has become of my father, and it would surely make him turn in his grave.

On his deathbed, he pleaded with us to carry on the legacy of the family business, but we declined. We might need to reconsider it.

As my father’s hand rises menacingly, I react with lightning-fast reflexes. My fist collides with his jaw, causing him to lose his balance and crash onto the sofa.

“That was a bad move on your part,” I spit out. I take a step towards Chloe, but she quickly darts to the side, evading my reach. “Are you okay?”

She keeps her hands pressed against her cheek, her eyes darting back and forth between my father and me.

“What have you done?” she cries.

Seriously?

“It’s not too late, Chlo. You can still get out of this situation.”

She vigorously shakes her head, her hair flying in all directions. “And go where? There’s no escape for me.”

The worst part is that she entered this marriage willingly.

Marrying divorced women is not a common practice for the Bratva, yet they defied expectations and fell in love long after my mother’s death.

That was until my father showed his true colours to her.

I open my mouth to speak, but she stops me. “Take my daughter. Take Harper and get her out of here.”

Anger rises within me as I witness her resignation.

“Where is she?” My tone is hard.

In tears, she motions towards the stairs, her hand trembling.

I storm off, the sound of my footsteps echoing as I climb the stairs two by two before reaching out to her bedroom.

“Harper?” I knock at the door.

No answer.

“Harper, I know you’re here. I’m going to enter.”

Opening the door, I see her standing near the window, her back turned towards me.

“What are you doing here? I called Saint.”

I’m struggling to maintain my composure with her at the moment, but my patience has completely worn thin.

“And yet, here I am.”

Taking a step towards her, I extend my hand to make contact with her arm, but she jerks away.

“Harper, look at me.” Her eyes remain locked forward, intentionally avoiding any connection with mine.

“Zayka ? 1 , I said look at me.”

The use of her nickname makes her flinch, but as she turns her head, I realise that my anger has dissipated. It transformed into fury.

I’m going to burn the motherfucker alive.

Her face and neck are marked with dark bruises, and dried blood stains her mouth, leaving a trail down her chin.

“Since when?” I know my voice is harsh, but why the fuck didn’t she call us before?

We may not get along, but we’re still her family.

I am still her family.

“Why does it matter? I’m sure you’re happy that someone else took over your bullying.”

My fist clenches.

I’ve never laid a hand on her.

“Get your shit. We’re leaving.”

“Why? Why do you care?” Her eyes brim with tears, their vibrant blue colour reflecting the depth of her emotions as she looks at me.

“Because nobody hurts you but me, sis.”

I feel the softness of her cheek beneath my hand as she breathes in deeply, triggering an instinctive reaction in my body.

I take a step back before doing anything that would scare her.

Like kissing my fucking sister.

I vigorously shake my head, desperate to banish the haunting image from my mind.

She already had an abusive father, from what I heard from Chloe, and even though she was too young to remember, she didn’t need to have a second one.

I glance at her with a smirk. I’ll be damned if I let her spend Christmas alone and more if I let her spend it with our parents.

“On the contrary.” I clasp her waist, relishing the sensation of her curves brushing against me. “The parents called me to keep an eye on you. Apparently, you have…” I let my words trail. “A stalker.”

They didn’t call, but her mother mistakenly let it slip to my brother.

The fact that they’re leaving for the season is just the perfect opportunity.

“And you think you’ll be the one protecting me?” she scoffs. “You’ll likely send me straight away into his arms.”

I suppress a laugh because she is right.

As the saying goes, it’s wise to keep your enemies close.

“We’re going to have so much fun together,” I whisper in her hair. “As for your clothing choice…” A groan escapes me as I sense the unmistakable feeling of her erect nipples brushing against me, even through the fabric. “We’ll talk about it later.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” she rages.

With a firm grasp on her waist, her startled gasp escapes her lips, and I wish for the mark of my hand to remain on her skin as a reminder.

“Sin,” she almost pleads, her voice sending a shiver right down my cock and causing a surge of desire to course through me.

“I said, we’ll talk about it later. Dressing like a slut where everyone can look at you is not a way to behave. But perhaps you require someone who can enforce discipline and ensure that you behave appropriately.”

She opens her mouth, ready to unleash a torrent of curses, but Anya interrupts her with her nails on my arm, whispering into my ear, “C’mon. Leave your sister alone.” Her fingers trail down my biceps, and I see Harper looking at her with disgust. “I know you want it. Let me be your little slut tonight.”

This girl has no shame whatsoever.

With a grin, I release Harper’s arm, leaving her free to go.

Anya is not the one I want, but if she wants me to fuck her, well, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

Downing my drink in a single gulp, I tightly grip Anya’s arm and head towards the restroom, but not without hearing Harp mumble, “And he calls me a slut.”

As expected, the queue is packed, so I make my way towards the men’s restroom, weaving through the crowd.

One man, impatiently waiting for his turn, glares at me as I reach into my pocket and pull out a crumpled ￡20 note, demanding, “Get out.”

His eyes dart from me to Anya, and a smirk spreads across his face. He swiftly grabs the money from my hand and taunts, “Have fun.”

With a tug on Anya’s arm, she stumbles and tries to match my hurried pace, the sound of her heels echoing through the restroom as I quickly lock ourselves inside one of the toilets.

I’m sure there are other men nearby, but she wanted to be my slut tonight, and that’s exactly what she was going to be.

The force of my grip on her throat takes her by surprise, yet she maintains her unwavering focus on me.

“You want me to fuck you?”

With each increase in pressure around her throat, she nods energetically, a mix of pleasure and anticipation on her face.

“Then, get on your knees for me, whore.”

Disregarding the dirt on the floor, she immediately kneels down without any hesitation.

I undo my belt, whip out my cock, and start jerking it right in front of her face.

The small toilet barely offers enough space to move around, but I’ll make it work.

“Hands behind your back,” I order.

As she obediently follows instructions, her body leans against the cold, tiled wall of the toilet.

A moan slips from my lips as my hand increases its speed, my thumb tracing circles around the head of my throbbing cock.

“Open.”

She barely has a chance to widely open her mouth before my shaft is lodged in the back of her throat.

“Fuuuck.” My hands grip her head as I start to move.

My thrusts are not gentle. Sluts don’t deserve ‘gentle.’

“Look at me, whore. Keep your eyes locked on me while I destroy your mouth.”

I thrust again and again, hearing her stifled cries and seeing tears welling up in her eyes.

“Do you like that?” I groan while she circles her tongue around my tip. “I know you fucking do. Sluts like to be taken like that.”

With each gag, a rush of pleasure shoots through me, while her brown eyes never break their gaze with mine.

But they’re not brown anymore.

My vision momentarily blurs before sharpening, and all I can make out is a pair of intense baby-blue eyes.

What the fuck?

Anya’s face morphs into Harper’s face, her luscious lips gobbling my cock as if it was the best thing she ever tasted.

Fuck!

My sister has never been more beautiful than she is now. Silent and full of my cock.

I know it’s an illusion. A fantasy, but my body doesn’t give a shit.

We might hate each other, but her body is calling mine.

My hand exerts a powerful pull on her hair as I forcefully shove my shaft deeper into her throat.

The sound of wetness echoing around us as she takes me whole is enough to almost send me over the edge.

“Shit. Fucking whore. Look at you taking me deep like that.”

I pull out and spit on her face, smearing the substance using my fingers to ensure it covers every inch.

With a tight grip on her hair, I lift her up, eliciting a groan of pain from her, and press her face against the wall before lifting her dress.

I hastily retrieve a condom from my pocket, using my teeth to tear it open before sliding it onto my shaft.

As my fingers slide inside her, she lets out a low, pleasurable moan.

“Fucking drenched.” I remove my fingers and give myself a couple of strokes before plunging inside her.

Pleasure fills me as she gasps in response to the sensation of my cock entering her.

I’m thick, I know that, but she doesn’t deserve for me to be tender with her.

The resounding thud of my balls hitting her thighs reverberates around us, blending with the background noise from outside.

Harper’s body takes the place of Anya’s, and I forcefully open her mouth with my two hands, feeling the texture of her teeth and the warmth inside.

As I exert force, she struggles to keep her mouth open against the weight of my hands, my thrust becoming merciless.

Fuuuck!

“Do you like that? Getting fucked like the whore you are in the restroom? How many guys have taken you like this? Huh?”

I release her mouth and then deliver a powerful spank on her ass, the sound echoing through the room.

“Answer me!” I command. “How many dicks have taken you like the slut you are?”

She struggles to talk, her face hitting the wall of the toilet with each thrust.

“A… a lot.”

“I thought so.”

As I deliver another blow to her ass, the sharp sting in my hand intensifies, and the sound of people talking outside becomes more distinct.

“Do you like that? Knowing that men are outside this door, imagining fucking you?”

“Y…yes,” she cries out.

“Good. Maybe you’ll let them fuck you after I’m done with you.”

Her moans grow more intense as my mind paints a vivid picture of my sister getting fucked by my twin, all while I silently observe them.

It would be like watching myself fucking her.

Shiiit!

The thought alone makes my cock thicken, and a deep, guttural grunt escapes from my lips.

I pull out from her warmth and grab her hair before forcing her onto her knees.

“You’re going to take it all.”

“Sin,” she begs.

“Nobody but her calls me that,” I grunt. “Do you understand?”

I remove the condom and run my fingers along my shaft, feeling the prominent veins pulsating beneath my touch.

“Open up and drink it all.”

As I reach the peak of pleasure, Harper’s face consumes my sight, with each powerful release surpassing the previous one, as my cum finds its destination in her throat, her face, and her hair.

I feel dizzy and take support on the wall behind me while my cock keeps throbbing in front of her face.

Leaning in, I forcefully open her mouth before spitting in it and smearing a combination of my bodily fluids onto her face before bringing it back into her mouth.

“Fucking whore. That’s it. Don’t lose a single drop.”

She does as she’s told. Her appearance is chaotic, with smudged makeup and my cum covering her.

I take a deep breath before closing my eyes briefly.

“Some people have fun here,” a guy laughs on the other side.

My gaze shifts back to Harper, only to realise it’s actually Anya.

Fuck.

I drop the condom in the bin and pull up my jeans before helping Anya to get up.

“I’ll go out first,” I tell her.

Opening the door, I leave the restroom without a second glance, only to be met with Harper waiting outside the woman’s bathroom, her impatience evident in the tapping of her foot.

As soon as she lays eyes on me, a look of disgust instantly crosses her face.

It’s ironic knowing that she’s the one selling sex online.

“Sister,” I taunt.

“You’re a pig.”

I quickly scan her from top to bottom, her nipples poking through her bra.

Yeah, she would definitely look pretty between Nikolas and me, on her knees and gagging for us.

Leaning in, I whisper in her ear, “And you dress like a slut.” She seems frozen in place, completely immobile under my grip. “I guess we’re on the same level.” I kiss her cheek, taking my time before taking a step back. “I’ll see you later.”

Ignoring her insults, I wink at her before heading back to join the boys.

1 ? Little Bunny ( ZAY - ka)