“I’ll massage your feet while we watch… Just the way you like it.”
Her lips twitched.
“And I was thinking,” I continued, squeezing her fingers playfully, “you could spend the night in my room tonight. It’s your turn to be hosted anyway, remember? You hosted me last week.”
I gave her a slow, knowing wink. “How does chocolate and popcorn sound?”
She let out a tiny breath. Her shoulders slumped as she sank back onto the bed with a reluctant smile curving the corner of her mouth. She was clearly displeased, but that was okay.
“Thank you, Kasmine,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I promise you’ll see them another time. Okay?”
She nodded once, but that was enough for me.
SIX YEARS AGO.
“Kester! Are you trying to kill her?” Norlan snarled through gritted teeth, gripping my arm in an attempt to stop me, but he couldn’t. I was far too lost to be stopped.
“She asked for it, damn it!” I hissed, my fingers digging into Jeni’s waist as I pulled her closer, slamming my cock into her harder.
She yelped at the impact, gripping tightly on the table on which she was bent over as I fucked her from the back. Her legs were almost giving way, but I held her firmly.
“Please, Kester…” She gasped when I slowly rolled my waist, my cock swirling, teasing, and rubbing the corners of her insides before I buried myself to the hilt again.
She whimpered.
I wrapped her half around my fingers and pulled hard, making her ah her back, giving me the most wicked angle there was as my balls slapped loudly against her wet entrance, and fuck, it was addicive. She was petite, tight, and zo wet it was phiscene. And I Toved ruining her.
“Fuck!” Norlan cursed and returned to the window, staring outside af trying to go back to minding his business.
He was clearly displeased. He knew exactly why I was doing this. But hadn’t he been the one who’d advised me to take out the steam on another girl instead of losing control and fucking my sister
He said I should channel it somewhere else.
And here I was, channeling. Why was he now worried?
It was our final year in college, and we had just a few weeks to graduation. Jent, the school’s most cherished student, had vowed to have me before graduation.
She had been on my neck for three years now. And today, I had to grant her wish, even though I was only using her to pour out my frustration.
My little sister was growing up too fast. And it was killing me. She was becoming a beautiful young woman with a body built like a goddess.
At 15, she was already looking like a runway model with cleavages and curves appearing in the right places and proportions.
She wore little things around the house… Tiny shorts, loose tops, and no fucking bra!
I’d tried to caution her about the kind of things she wore around “the house” several times, but she wasn’t getting the memo. I wasn’t concerned about “The House.” I was concerned about ME!
I know I should be disgusted at myself for even noticing, but whenever she wore those little, tight clothes of hers that barely covered her body, they made me really uncomfortable in the wrong way.
It began to grow worse to the point that I intentionally began avoiding her. We had to cut down greatly on our movie nights, including spending nights in each other’s rooms.
Fuck, I even had a hard-on for her on some occasions.
Hell, it was never her fault.
But I was slipping. I was rotting from the inside out with how much wanted her.
The feeling was becoming unbearable. But I could never bring myself to doing anything that wild with a-fifteen-year-old, let alone my little sister.
So, here I was, with an easy prey, letting out the steam Kasmine had ignited in me last night when she came into my room in one of those big shirts she mostly puts on… The one that barely covered her ass.
And that wasn’t all. She was freaking looking for a stupid hair band knew nothing about.
I told her it wasn’t there, but she didn’t listen.
She bent down right in front of me to check under my closet.
And fuck…!
Her shirt lifted.
She… She was… Fuck!
I fucking saw her pussy! It was as clear as day! And that drove me to the brink of madness.
I stopped breathing. My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth would crack.
She was fifteen, for fuck’s sake!
My thrusts became more rapid and urgent, as if I could tear the memory free just by fucking harder.
The picture of Kasmine bent over and exposing her bare pussy to me clouded my mind. And no matter how hard I tried, that image had burnt itself into my memory, and since last night, I stopped looking at her the same way I used to.
She was too free around me. She trusted me way too much. And that trust was going to be my fucking downfall. I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me that.
KESTER
SIX YEARS AGO.
The hunger kept growing insatiable. It wasn’t just a craving anymore it was a fucking problem. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t focus, i couldn’t think straight. And it bothered the hell out of me.
Last night, I almost made a mistake I would have lived my entire life regretting. I would never have been able to come back from it.
My father and Jorja were in the city, hosting a business gala at the company. So, they spent the night away from home. Which meant the house was empty.
Kasmine and I watched a movie together in her room. She had come to me, saying she was bored and needed company. She was also feeling the distance I was putting between us and I felt terrible for her. She had no friends arrymore, except for Claire. I made that happen. And now, like a fucking coward, I was slowly withdrawing from her.
That was truly unfair.
I had to see a movie with her, out of guilt.
It was a rom-com. But the scene where those couples fucked like they had been starved of sex for almost a century, set something off in me. And I swear it felt like that scene was filmed just to torment me.
It was awkward, especially when Kasmine laughed and covered her eyes with her palms like a child until the scene ended. We laughed about it, but my laughter wasn’t genuine. There was a tightness in my chest that had nothing to do with the movie and everything to do with the fire pooling lower in my stomach.
When I brought my bottle of whiskey to help calm my nerves while we continued the movie, Kasmine insisted on having a taste of it. After a few sips from her, it knocked her off so hard that I wondered why she was that lightheaded.
I had to tuck her in for bed and fix her blanket. That’s all I intended to do. Just cover her and leave.
But then, that was the moment that almost ruined me.
My control almost snapped when my hands touched her bare thighs as I positioned her properly in the bed. That wasn’t the first time I had touched her bare thighs. Fuck, she was always putting on skimpy shorts, so it wasn’t new.
But why was last night’s touch different?
My cock swelled in my shorts, so hard and hot, pulsing against the fabric like it was trying to escape. She looked so edible, so innocent, so damn beautiful lying there, with her lips parted in sleep. The soft rise and fall of her chest made everything worse.
I found myself drawing closer to her, almost as if it were a magnet pulling me in. And just when my lips were almost touching hers, I snapped out of it.
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