Page 66 of Wanting What’s Wrong

Wrong? Who the fuck cares. I’ve always gone after what I wanted with a single-minded focus. Except when it came to Mina, but only because she was off limits.

Somehow, those limits have disappeared and the damn floodgates are open.

“Wow, this is nice.” She bites her lip looking at the house, breaking my train of thought.

Yeah, it’s nice but it’s nothing like our old place. Mina and Jennifer, my stepmother, don’t know everything that’s going on with Dad and the finances. Something he dumped on me at Mina’s graduation.

He’s in the deep end of a financial shit storm.

He wanted me to get through my last season and gradutation before he told me, but fuck.

More than ever I need to go first pick in the draft and he’s pushing me to sign with The Breckenridge Group.

Old money Harbor Shores Harson Hilton is majority owner of the agency and it’s the bait on the hook that he will bail out my father if I just play ball.

So to speak.

I have my own money but not enough for my father’s level of debt.

Years of investing the small trust fund from my grandparents has paid off.

I’m pretty fucking savvy but Dad never knew how much I’d grown my portfolio.

Even so, the seven million and some odd change isn’t nearly enough to save him from the house of cards he’s built for himself.

He’s a good dad. Hard ass, yeah, was a hell of a quarterback, sure, but a business genius he is not. He’s run through most of his NFL money and this last fucking swampland in Florida deal he hung his hat on? It’s going to sink him. And the family too if I don’t sign with Harson and Breckenridge.

Harson will back my father if I sign with him. But, he’s a fucking publicity whore and a vampire and he doesn’t just suck his enemies dry. He’d put his own grandmother on the street if it sealed a deal.

Worse, he’d do the same if anyone made him look bad. His ego is the size of Texas. Fucking Napoleon complex with the stature to match.

All my muscles are tight as I park my ’72 Mustang Mach 1 and kiss the back of her hand one last time before opening my door.

“Sit there. I’ll come around.”

“I can open the door, Jack. I can walk.”

I tug her hand back, centering it over my heart.

“I said sit there . I don’t tell you to do things for no reason, baby.

There’s a reason for everything I do and say to you.

You may not understand it, and I’m not always going to explain, but you will trust that I always, always have a plan. We clear?”

Her eyes widen, her skin warms against my palm. I reach over and holding the back of her head with my other hand, then set my lips on the part of her ink black hair and breathe in her scent, softened now by the chlorine from the pool but it still makes my dick fucking weep .

“Good girl. And, you don’t remember, and that’s okay. There’s going to be lots of things I’ll need to re-teach you, and I’m happy to do it. But when we’re alone, you don’t call me Jack.”

My heart speeds, hammering in my chest like the eight cylinders under the hood of the Mustang.

“What do I call you then?” Her pink lips fall open, then close as she swallows and I see her trying desperately to remember and a split second of guilt stabs me.

One more step on the journey to hell. There will be no turning back now.

“When we’re alone, you call me Daddy. That’s one rule. We have lots of rules, baby. But let’s start with that one.”

Her eyes go wide as she licks her lips.

You’re going to fuck it up, Jackson. You keep pushing. It’s too much…

Then she draws the cuff of my jacket she’s wearing over her hospital gown to her nose, inhaling on a sigh. “Daddy’s jacket,” she says, sounding satisfied. “It smells like you.”

It’s a good fucking thing I’m sitting down because I nearly double over with the force of my orgasm as cum coats the already itchy inside of my boxers.

Jesus, I’ve got a hard case of premature ejaculation when it comes to my sister.

I fucking hope when it’s go time for real, I get things under fucking control.

Hearing her call me Daddy, a bolt of guilt hits me in my chest. But, this is my brass ring moment. This event I’ve been hoping for that would push what felt impossible, into possible . Even if it means I’m a depraved fucker.

I grunt, “Good girl,” and slide out of the car as visions of Mina and our life together growing up torture me.

But that won’t stop me from taking her innocence. From binding us together forever, way beyond our previous familial bonds. It’s fucking go time. I’m going to fuck her until she begs for mercy. She’s going to call me Daddy and learn to suck my cock like there’s a prize inside.

I sweep her into my arms as she giggles, hands looping around my neck.

“Daddy?” she says, those pale green eyes gutting me.

“Yes, lil’ mint?”

“Those lights we passed back there. The carnival…”

I nod, knowing fast rides, heights and loud noises are not her idea of fun. “Sure, baby, but don’t worry—”

“Can we go? Pleeeeease? I want to go on the fastest roller coaster and to the top, top of the Ferris wheel.”

I hesitate, staring at this new creature that looks like my Mina but isn’t. This new daredevil minx is taking some getting used to. I nod. “Tomorrow, baby. If you are feeling okay.”

“ Yay! Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” I kiss the top of her head, loving this new side of her but wondering how long it will last .

All my doubts disappear as I scoop her up, carrying her up to the front door. It all just feels right.

Inside, it’s a blank canvas. Our blank canvas.

For us to make our mark on however we want.

I made some calls and had the placed cleaned up.

I didn’t want her coming home to that fucking mess from the party.

At least, that’s what I told myself. But really, I want to ride this ride with the new Mina as far as it will go until it’s too late to turn back.

Risking all her memories flooding back when she saw the disaster of the house wasn’t in my plans.

“It’s so strange I don’t remember this place. Is this your house?” she asks, glancing around. I lower her to the floor, her toes curling in the cream-colored carpet as the hospital gown exposes the creamy flesh of the backs of her lush thighs, reminding me, underneath, she’s fucking naked.

I shake my head. “I’m renting it for us, baby. A little vacation, just the two of us.” I’m stumbling into so many lies right now, what’s one more?

“It’s big . Like you .” She walks her fingers up my chest, and I’m a breath away from fucking devouring her. “Where are our clothes? I want to get dressed. Or maybe I could just get undressed …?”

She wiggles her eyebrows and every muscle in my body hardens. I want to hurl her soft lush body against the wall and fuck her so hard she’ll need that damn wheelchair again, but I remind myself that she’s suffering from a real medical condition.

I’m a monster, but I’m not so far gone I don’t know mildly unethical from fucking evil.

At some point she’s going to come to her senses and realize what I’ve done, and that could be a shit show, but it won’t matter.

She can be as mad as a wet cat, this is happening.

She’s mine and I’ll secure her into my life as more than my sister by any means necessary.

What would she say if one of the first things I did was fuck her like an animal as soon as I got her through the front door ?

On the other hand, if I just go ahead and fuck a baby into her right now, by the time she remembers who she is, it will be too late. Which is sort of my plan. Like she said last night, easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.

With a groan, I back away, dragging my phone out of my pocket, thinking up another lie on the spot.

Dad wanted me to arrange to get the stuff from our old house out of storage, so I have an overnight bag and nothing else.

But I can’t exactly send for those things, since that would require a shit ton of other explaining so I punt.

“I’ll check on our luggage, I had a service that was supposed to deliver it for us so we could drive down in the Mustang. ”

“Wow.” She gasps. “How much did we pack?”

“You don’t travel light, baby,” I say forcing a grin, kissing her lips, the taste of her lips sending me back into a lusty orbit. “And I’ll order some food. What do you want to eat, baby? It’s early but I’m sure I can get someone to deliver.”

She purses her lips, thinking for a moment. “That place we passed with the big flag that said…breakfast burrrrrrrrrr-itos! Extra spicy, like me.”

I shake my head as she turns away, singing and dancing and shaking her ass, remembering the doctors said, she might be different, and fuck, yeah, different she is.

Old Mina hates spicy food. She won’t even be in same room with someone else eating it because she says the smell burns her nose.

She’s not adventurous when it comes to food, except now she is.

And what other adventures is this new Mina gonna enjoy? I’m going to fucking find out.

That much I know.

Two hours later, she’s grinning as she wipes sweat from her brow, sitting across from me in a nearly-transparent white lace dress that shows off a red bra and panties underneath.

“That was hot ,” she says, licking her lips. “Like you.”

I nod in stunned silence by not only the outfit she picked out from the packages I had delivered, but just… her.