“I missed you so much,” she whispered again, still holding me.
Anna…” I said, trying to sound normal, but it came out so low, so wrecked, so helpless.
“Don’t you miss me too?”
My heart was thundering so loudly I couldn’t hear myself think. I wanted to tell her everything I missed her so fucking much. That I wanted her in ways I wasn’t supposed to. That I was scared that one day she’d walk in looking exactly like this, and I wouldn’t have the strength to look away.
“Huh, Ryan?”
Her lips
Her lips were so close to mine.
I was losing it.
I couldn’t even think anymore.
One second, her lips were moving, and the next, I’d crushed my mouth to hers in a rough, hungry kiss.
Everything I’d buried for years exploded in that one kiss.
And I was gone.
Completely fucking gone.
RYAN’S POV
I was kissing her.
Not the way a brother should, not with hesitation or guilt or even a shred of decency, no, I was kissing her with everything I had inside of me, with all the fucking hunger and need I had buried for years and was now exploding to the surface so fast I couldn’t think or breathe or stop myself. My hand was roaming all over her soft warm body, trembling as it moved across the swell of her breasts and the soft curve of her ass, and fuck, the way she let out that soft moan when I squeezed her made my cock throb so hard I could barely keep myself from tearing my trousers oport right then and there.
I pressed her harder against the wall, holding her there like I was scared she’d vanish if I let go, and her legs wrapped around my waist without hesitation, dragging my body closer until my cock was grinding up against the sweet heat between her thighs, and I could feel it, even through the fucking fabric, how wet she was, how ready she was for me. It made my head spin, made my blood boil, made every part of me scream for more.
“Fuck…” I groaned, my mouth still pressed against hers, my tongue deep in her mouth, kissing her like I’d never be allowed to again, because I knew this was wrong, I knew this was fucked up, but God help me, I couldn’t stop, not when she tasted this good, not when her soft little body was shaking under me, clinging to me, responding to every single thing I did like she needed me as much as I needed her.
I dragged my lips down her neck, sucking and kissing along the skin while she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, her body trembling with every breath. Her nightdress was already sliding off her shoulder and I didn’t stop myself, I couldn’t, I just slipped the strap lower until her breast spilled free, full and beautiful and soft and everything I had dreamed about for so long it made my chest ache.
I buried my face in her chest like a starving man, kissing and sucking and licking the soft skin while she whimpered my name, her hands gripping my hair tighter, making me lose control completely. My lips found her nipple and I groaned as I sucked it into my mouth, gently biting down and pulling of it while my hips rocked into her, my cock rubbing against her soaked pussy through my pants. I could feel everything. Everything.
And she wasn’t wearing panties.
That single realization almost ended me.
She was bare, dripping, her heat rubbing right up against the hard length of my cock through my pants, and I couldn’t fucking think. I just kept grinding into her, groaning, panting, holding her tighter, whispering things to her body without even realizing I was speaking.
“You’re so fucking perfect… God, Anno, your body’s driving me insane… so soft, so wet, so sweet, fuck, I need you
I need you so bad…”
My brain was yelling at me, screaming at me to stop, reminding me that this was wrong, that she was my little sister, the one Mom brought home and raised like a daughter, the one I was supposed to protect, not touch like this, not kiss, not press up against the wall while I ground my cock into her soaking pussy.
But I couldn’t stop.
I didn’t know how to stop.
Not when she moaned again, louder this time, her body rocking against mine like she was about to come just from the friction. Her lips were by my ear, her voice shaking, breathless, desperate.
“Oh God, Ryan… please… please take me… I want you… please take me.
Everything stopped in that second.
My hands froze on her waist, my breath hitched, my heart slammed into my ribs so hard it felt like it broke something inside me. Her voice. Her words. That desperate plea, it snapped me out of whatever madness I’d been drowning in.
“Fuck!” I growled loudly, the sound coming from deep inside my chest as I suddenly ripped myself away from her. is Anna.
This was
My ‘supposed’ little sister.
And I was two seconds away from pushing my cock inside her and fucking her like she wasn’t the one person in the world I wasn’t supposed to touch.
Her body slid down the wall and landed on the floor softly, and I backed away like she had burned me. My chest was rising and falling too fast, my cock still hard and aching, my lips swollen, my eyes wide with fear, with panic, with lust that still hadn’t left me.
I stared at her as she looked up at me, dazed, her hair messy, her breast still exposed, her thighs trembling, her lips swollen and parted like she still couldn’t believe I pulled away.
And I couldn’t breathe.
Because what the fuck had I just done?
RYAN’S POV
“Ryan.”
Her voice broke the silence, but I couldn’t even look at her. My hands were already trembling, my chest was burning like I’d just committed the most unforgivable sin, and maybe I had.
“I’m so sorry, Anna. Fuck… I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have.”
I was pacing like a lunatic, dragging my hand through my hair while my other hand curled into a fist. I couldn’t fucking breathe. My heart was pounding too fast, like it was trying to break through my chest just to escape what I’d done. I looked up once and saw her adjusting the strap of her nightdress, and fuck, that visual alone nearly broke me. The way her breast dipped into the silky fabric again, the curve, the bounce, the fucking hardened nipple poking through the thin loce… fuck. I was going to lose it again if I didn’t leave right that second.
So I did.
I groaned and rushed out of the kitchen, slamming the door behind me before I ended up pinning her to that kitchen wall and fucking her right there like some deranged monster. I couldn’t even look at her again. Not after what just happened. Not after I tasted her like that, touched her, felt her cunt soaking wet against me, heard her moon my name and beg me to take her like she didn’t care about anything else.
I stormed into my room and slammed the door shut, locking it behind me and yanking the key out of the knob. I flung it across the room, didn’t even care where it landed. I didn’t want to know. I didn’t want a way back out. My cock was still painfully hard, throbbing in my pants, my boxers soaked from how fucking turned on I still was. I was a mess. My dick was dripping, swollen, so fucking ready to explode and yet I couldn’t touch her.
“F-uuuuck!”
I grabbed the remote from my nightstand, slammed my thumb on the secret button and watched as the door slid open to my hidden room. The one place I went to when I couldn’t take it anymore, when the thoughts of Anna drove me completely fucking insane. This was the one place I allowed myself to let go, to be the version of myself I couldn’t show anyone else.
The room was drowning in sketches of her.
Paintings, drawings, canvas after canvas lined the walls and floor. Anna at twelve, thirteen, fourteen… I had them all. Every year. The earlier ones were done from memory, the way she looked the day I left, the last moments I held onto. The rest were from screenshots, brief glimpses I caught whenever Mom or Dad video-called me and she’d walk past in the background, not knowing I was there, not knowing I was staring at her like a dying man crawling through the desert and seeing the only source of water.
I picked up a blank canvas with shaking hands, grabbed the nearest brush and let my brain take over. I didn’t even think, I couldn’t. My body moved on its own, pointing every fucking detail that was now permanently etched into my mind.
Her hair, messy and wild, the strands falling over her eyes.
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