The Book of Lilith
Copyright© 2024-2026 by Igor Blackfire
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 15-year-old loner Lilith Ripinski is a pervert who wants to fuck her mean older brother Samuel. But there's no way she'd ever admit to those fantasies out loud, much less find herself in the exact set of circumstances required to make it a reality. Right? (A story about codependency, kink, and the consequences of too much internet porn.)
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt ft Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual True Story School Incest Brother Sister DomSub Rough First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Spitting Public Sex Small Breasts Slow
Annette and Dad had an ambiguous definition of “camping”. One year it could be glamping, then the next, outdoorsy discomfort which was supposedly fun. This year’s cabin had two bedrooms, no bathroom, and the barest kitchenette; you had to head down to a shower block to use the facilities, and the only place with Wi-fi was a sad-looking rec hall by the reception.
It made sense why Ezra had stopped bringing his girlfriend along to these trips. Good for her. It was pure anti-fun in Lilith’s opinion.
At least Ezra got to have a proper bed in the cabin. Sam, Lilith, and Allie were to share a tent outside. A tent! A veritable 1984 Big Brother panopticon. where they could all hear each other breathe.
Allie, for her part, was ecstatic: “Ohmygosh it’s gonna be like a week-long sleepover! Yay!”
“Uh-huh,” Sam grunted. He shouldered past them, resigned as only a survivor of many Annette trips could be.
“C’mon, it’s gonna be funnn,” Allie sang after him. Then she turned to Lilith. “Lills, will you tell scary stories again like that time?”
“Erm, what?” Oh. Years ago, before Emmie had crushed her soul, Lilith had maybe liked that sort of thing. “ ... Probably not. I’ve grown out of my horror era, Al.”
“Boring, but alright.”
Heaving a deep sigh, Lilith followed her siblings to aid in the construction of their canvas prison. To its credit, the tent was huge; it comfortably fit a family of five, let alone three teenagers. Still, there wasn’t a lot of privacy to be had—let alone sibling sexytime like last night at the motel. Ugh, why had that been so good, just to be deprived of it now?
It took Allie under an hour to acquire a posse. Lilith was still wrestling the rainfly when her half-sister came bounding back up the slope with a bunch of other kids in tow.
“Guys! This is Hannah and Macie, they’re twins and they’re from Dayton—and this is Toby! Toby’s family comes here every single year so he knows all the good spots, and stuff. Guys, this is my sister Lilith, my brother Sam.”
Toby was a ginger, maybe twelve, small and freckled, and halfway through explaining which vending machine gave free Skittles when an older girl came trudging up the path, with the exact same hair as him. “Toby. Mom says now.”
“Five minutes—”
“Now, twerp.” The girl was maybe seventeen. Round-faced. Built generously under a flowing flannel shirt. A little fat, honestly.
Lilith could see Sam shamelessly ogling the redhead from where he pretended to be on his phone in the folding chair. When the girl’s gaze fell on him, he got up, and stuck his hand out. “ ... Hey what’s up. I’m Sam.”
“Zoe.” The girl shook his hand and tucked her hair behind her ear. “You guys just arrived, huh?”
It seemed Toby would be getting his five minutes after all. Within a few minutes Zoe had extracted Sam’s Instagram and Snapchat and the fact they were from Philly. Sam made corny jokes about being here against his will and cute girls making it all better, Lilith introduced herself by way of mimicked barf sounds, and Allie swatted at her and told her to be nice.
Zoe then informed them, with the gorgeous smile of a girl who was trying, that there was a big “firepit hangout” every night by the creek which was “pretty chill”, and that “you guys”, a.k.a. Sam, should definitely be there.
“Yes!” Allie did an excited little bounce. “We’re so down, right Sam?”
“We’ll check it out for sure,” Sam agreed.
Lilith was not going to check it out for sure. When Fat Red and her brother finally left them alone, Sam stood there watching them go for a beat too long, then turned, caught Lilith’s eye, and sort of half-flinched.
“What is it with you and gingers? Should I dye my hair orange too so you’ll like me more?”
“Fuck off,” he told her.
Lilith held up her hands. “Hey. Whatever. I could care less, Sammy, go for it.”
He gave her a look that suggested she wasn’t fooling anyone.
Dinner that first night was grilling burgers by the cabin. An attempt by Dad to prove that he could be an actual Dad-like figure. Lilith methodically destroyed her burger by cutting it into smaller and smaller pieces without eating much.
Sam was on his phone the whole time. For a while, Lilith watched his thumbs scroll and type, but then she realized he was Snapchatting with Fat Red from before, and her mood soured instantly. Ugh.
Nothing about what they’d been doing implied a change in her brother’s fuckboyish ways, of course. Lilith could and should’ve known that. Maybe she was just a particularly niche notch in the bedpost for him. She scowled at her ruined burgers.
Dad tried several times to commence a different kind of grilling, about Sam’s college apps.
“Film and Media Studies, that’s—I mean, what d’you do with that?”
“Make films,” Sam said. “And media.”
“I just want you to be thinking about jobs.”
“If I weren’t, I just straight up wouldn’t go to college at all.”
That left Dad nonplussed. Lilith suppressed a giggle. The thread of convo then got deflected towards Allie’s tennis season, which bought a solid ten minutes of monologue.
It was clear that to most parties involved, the end of family dinner couldn’t come soon enough; when it was finally declared over, Dad, Annette and Allie all disappeared to their various normal-people-coded activities, leaving Lilith and her brothers scrolling their phones in unison.
“So, you guys having fun?” Ezra asked, after a long stretch of silence.
“No,” Lilith said immediately.
“And how’s school,” he asked her then.
“It’s ass.”
“Yeah.”
That was the whole conversation. Lilith was fond of Ezra. They sat there for a while longer, but it didn’t feel awkward. Her brothers were always the only people she could somewhat be herself around, without too much mask and filter.
“Fuck it. You guys want a beer?”
Sam nodded. Ez’s gaze turned to Lilith. She raised an eyebrow, but it seemed he was seriously offering. “Uh, sure, I guess.”
So it was that she got to have a beer in her hand. It was warm and tasted genuinely disgusting. Lilith really wasn’t sure if all the people who claimed to enjoy drinking alcohol were just engaging in history’s most large-scale psyop, or whether they were delusional. It had to be either.
The fire crackled, and Lilith watched Ezra’s face in the firelight. He’d been their dad’s first attempt at fatherhood and had come out of it more or less intact somehow. He looked like Sam, sort of. Or rather, Sam looked like him—Ezra was the original after all. He was hotter, objectively, bigger muscles and more of a tan. But also less edgy, which took out some of the charm.
“Bum one off you?” Ezra asked Sam, when he lit up yet another cigarette.
“I thought you quit,” Sam said, throwing the pack of cigarettes.
“I did for a while, but y’know. Life.”
“Fair enough.”
Lilith kinda wanted to ask if she could smoke too, but she was afraid Ezra would laugh at her and also Annette and Dad might give her shit for it, so instead she just sat there and sipped her beer, trying not to grimace.
Eventually Ezra went inside to call his girlfriend, and it was just her and Sam. He was halfway through his fourth cigarette.
“Put it out on me,” she piped up.
He choked. “What?”
“The cigarette.” She held out her forearm, outside up. “Right here. I want you to.”
“Jesus Christ, Lilly.”
“What.”
He stared at her, then at her arm. The cigarette burned between his fingers. “ ... No,” he said finally.
“Why not?”
“Because that’s insane, Lilith. That’s how you get questions from school counselors and shit.”
“We’re not at school, fuckass.” She snorted. “Even if we were, the scar’d be in a place that’s covered by clothes, obviously.”
“I said no, freak.”
“Fine. Whatever. Pussy.”
He shook his head and took another drag and looked out at the treeline. “You’d really let me do that?”
“Yup.”
“Jesus, you really are nuts.”
“As if you think that’s a bad thing. You sure seemed to love molestin me yesterday at the motel.”
“Shh, fuck off, don’t say shit like that.” Sam looked around with widening eyes.
Lilith rolled hers. “Nobody’s listenin’, jeez.”
“Seriously though. Scars? Permanent damage? That’s fucked, man.”
Like I’m not already damaged. “So what?”
“So, you’re fifteen. Jesus Christ.”
“Okay, and?”
He shook his head and looked out at the treeline. After a moment he flicked the butt into the dirt and ground it out with his heel, very deliberately, like he was afraid otherwise she’d pick it up and brand herself with it or something. Lilith scoffed.
Night fell, and Sam and Allie left to meet with other normies or whatever, so Lilith retreated to the tent with her iPad. Even being limited to offline-downloaded fics she’d already read before, it was still vastly preferable to hanging out with strangers. First night of four, she reminded herself.
I can get through this. Probably.
Allie made it back to the tent around midnight, half-buzzed and chatty. “Are you sure you don’t wanna come down, even just for like a minute? Everyone’s nice, and there’s drinks. And stuff.”
“Since when d’you drink, anyways?”
“Tennis camp.” Allie giggled, then yawned. She rummaged in her duffel, and began undressing; she unsnapped her pastel yellow bra right there in the lanternlight and let out a little sigh.
Casual, naive, unashamed ... She had no reason to assume Lilith was a disgusting pervert, after all. Don’t look. You don’t get to look, she told herself. You can get Sam, but you can’t ruin her. Her face warmed as she scrolled her screen, pretending to read.
“Anyway, Sam’s having fun,” Allie continued, oblivious to Lilith’s evil. “Really vibing with that Zoe girl the whole night. They were all over each other.”
“Mm,” said Lilith, a knot tightening in her stomach.
“Are you mad?”
“Why would I be mad?”
“I don’t know, you sound mad.”
Mercifully, her half-sis had put on her sleep shirt now. Lilith risked a glance, just to confirm the situation was resolved, and immediately regretted it because Allie was shimmying out of her shorts. She caught a glimpse of thigh.
“Go to sleep, Al.” She turned her iPad off, lay down, and faced the tent wall, eyes wide open in the dark.
Sam came in way later. The zipper of the outer flap was very loud at 3 A.M. when you were lying awake counting reasons to die.
He didn’t bother undressing past a t-shirt and boxers. She heard him settle into his half of the tent and saw the glow of his phone.
She waited five minutes, then slowly unzipped the inner dividers and poked her head into Sam’s compartment. The lantern made him look like an oil painting of himself. Lilith wasted no time crawling on top of him.
He didn’t push her away, which was promising, but neither did he acknowledge her right away. She rolled her hips softly, dragged her nails lightly across his stomach, and tried not to dwell on the fact that he smelled like a girl’s perfume.
“Did you make out?” she dwelled. “With that fat girl?”
“Jesus, Lilly,” he sighed. “Don’t call her that.”
“She is but whatever. Did you kiss her?”
“Yup.”
Lilith processed that. It felt different hearing him admit it.
“ ... Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“ ... I’m kinda turned on right now.” Her face burned.
“God.” He finally put the phone down and ran a hand over his face. “Of course you would be, you little cuck.”
He was quiet for a long beat. Then his arms came up around her, almost reluctantly, grabbing her buttocks. Lilith closed her eyes and let her body sink into her brother. And for a minute she actually let it be just that, a wholesome cuddle. Then, her hand drifted down across his stomach and under his waistband.
“Lilly.” He caught her wrist before things got anywhere.
“What?”
“No.”
“Why,” she whined.
“Uh, maybe ‘cause Allie’s right there?” he hissed.
“First of all, that’s just hot,” she breathed into his ear, “and second, you know she’d sleep through anythin’ so it’s not even a real risk anyways.”
She cocked her head, eyebrow raised. For a moment, the only sounds were crickets and Allie’s peaceful snoring across the tent.
“No,” Samuel insisted.
“Please. I promise I’ll be really fuckin’ quiet.”
He huffed. “Like you could. When you cum, you squeal like a pig.”
“Kinda hot that you know that about me...”
“Stoppp,” he groaned. “You’re so insane.”
She watched him weigh the pros and cons against his own horniness. His grip on her ass tightened; he glanced at the divider, then back into Lilith’s eyes. “ ... Clothes on,” he decided.
“Yessir.” Lilith mock-saluted him. Then she rocked her hips steadily, grinding on his cock, making her sleep shorts go taut against her mound, and made a point of not making a peep.
His hands came up, rubbing the skin of her hips and her waist, upward until they held her tits. A grounding sensation if there ever was one. She leaned back and shucked off her t-shirt, nearly soundless.
“See,” she whispered into his ear. “I’m bein’ good, I can be good.”
“This is the opposite of being good. We’re being pretty bad right now.”
“Well, I don’t seem to give a shit.” She pushed her chest into his face. His tongue dragged hard over her nipple as if trying to scrape it off. Lilith squirmed and let a tiny peep escape.
His hand came up over her mouth, then, palm flat. Lilith shuddered as her whole body sagged into him. Being silenced was almost better than being kissed or choked. It did something primal to her.
She rocked harder against the hardness of him through those two thin layers, and let her eyes flutter closed. Sam’s other hand slid down the back of her sleep shorts, grabbing a bare handful of her ass, pulling her against him harder and thrusting up into her. He likes it he likes it he likes me—
“You’re so fucked up,” he breathed into her ear.
Mm-hm, she nodded, mouth still under his palm.
Across the tent, Allie made a small, sleepy noise. They both went still. Nothing followed but the resumed rhythm of her breathing. Sam let out a long, careful exhale through his nose.
“ ... Keep going,” he mouthed. Lilith grinned and obliged. He worked her through it like that, one hand over her mouth, and the other guiding her hips into tiny, deliberate thrusts that barely squeaked the air mattress. Lilith kept her eyes on the shape of her sleeping half-sister eight feet away in the dark. That was probably fucked up. But in the moment, all she felt was Sam’s cock throbbing and moving under her, her clit dragging along it, and the ridiculously tantalizing pull of the transgression.
“Go back to your side,” he whispered eventually, when she made him spurt inside his boxers, all sticky.
She didn’t. She curled up against his chest and pretended she hadn’t heard him. After a minute his arm came around her, resigned, and stayed there.
Days blurred together. Annette’s itinerary included hiking and kayaking and more hiking. Dad’s itinerary included spending money, restaurants and unsolicited life advice. Lilith managed to opt out of the swimming at least, by purposefully not having packed a swimsuit. Nobody cared enough about her to force the issue, which for once was a good thing.
During the other activities, which ended up being mostly hikes, Lilith did what she always did: bring up the rear with earbuds in scrolling her phone. Next to her, Sam was chainsmoking and texting Fat Red (blegh). At the front, Dad alternated between bickering with Annette about whether they were following the right trail markers, and trying to convince Ezra to “incorporate”, whatever that meant.
If her stepmom and half-sis were to be believed, performative family bonding was stimulating to the human spirit, but all Lilith could see were rising tempers and plummeting vibes. With the exception of Allie, her family could barely stand each other, but because they were all normies, they had to pretend. It was pretty funny to see it so clearly on display.
What was not funny was the fact that after that one stupid dry-hump, Sam refused any more illicit little moments with her. He shoved her away and said “not here”, “not now”, “you’re a creep” and other weird things while he kept texting that Zoe girl. He spent one entire day hanging out with her, leaving Lilly with Allie and her stupid friends.
The last night, after dinner, Sam came into the tent and rummaged in his duffel and pulled out the booze he’d bought last Friday—two suspiciously bright bottles, one pink, one blue—and held the blue one out to her.
“This is what you’re drinking,” he said. “The pink one’s mine.”
“Very woke of you.”
“The pink tastes way better, that’s why it’s mine.”
“What’s mine?”
“Coconut something. It’s gross. You’ll hate it.”
She took it. The bottle was heavy as she turned it over in her hands. “When are we doing this? Tonight?”
“Tonight, at the campfire thingy. You’re coming with me.”
“Erm, no, fuck that.”
“Huh?”
“Sam, I appreciate it and all, but I don’t really do campfire thingies.”
“You do tonight.” He pulled her hair, and she swatted the bottle at him with more force than strictly warranted. He wisely dodged; a second later he was on top of her, pinning her to the tent floor.
“Give me one good reason?” she went, defiant. “You ignored me all week.”
“I—what? No I didn’t. Anyway I just think you gotta loosen up a little. Let’s get drunk, alright? You’ll have fun for once in your life.”
“Only if we can fool around after.”
“Sure. Deal.”
Lilith studied him. Then the bottle. Coconuts on the label, cartoonish and friendly; Nickelodeon liquor for virgins. “Fine,” she said. “I’ll come.”
Gravel crunched under Lilith’s worn-out combat boots as she bounded down the hill, off the campground, towards the creek. In the twilight she could already make out the fire in the distance; momentarily, she imagined herself walking straight to hell.
She scowled, clutching her blue-colored booze like a lifeline. Like all the liquor Lilith had ever tasted, it had roughly the flavor of cleaning detergent, in spite of the deceptively cute coconuts on the label ... but Samuel had bought it for her, and so, she drank it bravely, holding her nose. The bottle was already a quarter empty just from sipping in the tent; she’d hoped that would calm the blaring anxiety around peers and parties that normally prevented her from doing this sort of thing.
At the edge of the treeline, Lilith came to a sudden halt as she registered the fact that it was dozens of people down there. Multiple dozens. Pop music blasted over tinny Bluetooth speakers, and she was indeed put in mind of an outdoor high school cafeteria experience, only with a big fire in the center. That had to be one of the rings of hell for sure.
She fiddled anxiously with the belt loops of her shorts. Shorts! What on earth had she been thinking? She didn’t have the body to pull off this kind of outfit ... She’d tried hard to look nice tonight, her hair done up in two little buns, but she felt so naked without a big sweater or something to cover her arms—
A hug enveloped her. “Lilith? Hey! What are you doing here? And why are you wearing my shorts? Whoa, what is that? Booze with Gatorade? Wait ... are we finally hanging out? Oh my gosh! Yess!!”
Lilith winced. Her whirlwind half-sister’s sheer enjoyment of life always seemed a little unwarranted. “ ... I wanted to wear something cute, I guess,” she answered belatedly. “Silly me, I guess! I look so dumb.”
“Are you kidding? This looks friggin’ great on you! You can honestly keep ‘em if you want! You have long legs and stuff! And I never wear those anyways!” Then why did you pack them, Lilith wanted to ask, but before she could articulate herself, Allie was already pulling her towards the crowd. “C’mon! I’ll find us a nice spot by the fire ... Also, can I have a sip of that, pretty please?”
Lilith probably should’ve seen it coming, but this whole campfire situation was clearly segregated by age. The older, cooler kids were in charge of the fire, the music and the general vibe of the situation. Since Lilith and her sister were neither old, nor cool, they ended up parked off in the periphery among the other little siblings.
Apparently her sister already knew half of them by name. Lilith stammered her way through various introductions, then quickly settled into the role of observer. It helped that Allie did three people’s worth of talking.
Meanwhile, Samuel was all the way over there—she could see him, but there were walls of sound and people between them. Maybe it was ‘cause of his facial hair, which made him look a bit older, but he mingled comfortably with people two, three years his senior ... and unfortunately, really comfortably with one redhead in particular.
For the next two hours, Lilith just sat there scowling quietly, all jealousy and repressed rage, while taking recalcitrant gulps from her unholy blue concoction as if that would make things better, watching this bitch flirt with her brother.
The blue stuff did, in fact, make things a little better. The constant self-doubt in the back of her mind was muted. She found herself actually talking to her sister and these other kids, dropping a few quips that got a laugh out of all of them.
Regardless, Allie’s little friends left one by one as the hours passed, driven away by Lilith’s dark aura no doubt.
She held up her bottle, a little under half full now. The blue hue was weirdly pretty, illuminated by the campfire. It was probably a bunch of disgusting chemicals that made it that way.
Unfortunately, no matter how euphoric the booze was making her inside, her front-row view of what her brother was up to across the fire still got her sad and mad. Now Sammy leaned in to whisper something in Fat Red’s ear, and the girl blushed shyly in response. It was disgusting, and yet, Lilith couldn’t look away from it either. She took in every smirk, every giggle, every little flutter of Fat Red’s eyelids, and how she brushed Sam’s shoulders, his hands...
Ugh. She wanted to vomit.
As the night wore on, Lilith and her sister got to claim seats closer and closer to the fire, but that did nothing to improve her experience. It seemed that the more people left, the more of Fat Red got draped in her brother’s lap. He even started playing with the girl’s hair, as some kind of dark parody of when he’d played with hers.
Lilith chuckled darkly. And maybe it was the fact that she was close to piss-drunk, but she could swear that at one point he sent a little smirk her way, too. As if to say, look, Lilly, I don’t give a shit about you, you dumb, skinny little freak.
Lilith’s grip on the bottle had become white-knuckled, so it took Allie a moment to pry her fingers off before she could take another sip. Then she followed her locked-on gaze, and rolled her eyes. “Gosh, Lills, what is your problem? You’re acting like he’s, like, your boyfriend or something! Hello! He’s your brother!”
“I know,” Lilith snapped.
“ ... Here, you can have the rest.” Allie handed the bottle back, and stood up. “I gotta pee. Do you need anything from the tent?”
Lilith hardly acknowledged her. Across from them, Samuel and Fat Red had escalated to full-on making out, sloppy style, and though she’d been staring all night, Lilith quickly lost the stomach for it.
God, she had to get the hell out of here. Sam was probably just not gonna deliver on his promise at all. Glancing down at the bottle in her hands, she was startled to discover it almost empty. Then again, her head was utterly spinning. Hey, where the hell did her sister run off to, anyway?
Lilith was dizzy on her feet. She stomped in the general direction of the cabins ... but that meant passing right by Sammy and Fat Red, and then she found herself come to a stop in front of them, fists balled at her sides.
In this state, she just couldn’t quite help herself.
“Hey!” she said shrilly. Bent forward, she made eye contact with Sam. “I’m sorry, I can see you’re ... busy, umm, making out. Nice to meet you ma’am by the way, I’m Lilith. Anyways, Sammy, can you please come with me real quick? I ... need your help with something. Sorry!” She did her best to sound genuine.
Sam sat up, but slowly. “ ... Are you actually serious right now, Lilly?”
“No, yeah, like, a thing, umm, just came up. It’s really important. Annette texted me just now.” She had no idea what she was saying. That wasn’t the point. It was more about the general idea, anyway.
Sam sighed, ran a hand across his face, and locked eyes with the interloping redhead girl who seemed a bit confused. Lilith had no sympathy for her. “ ... Sorry, babe,” he groaned. “My sister, she’s like, a bit retarded.” He made a loopy gesture with his fingers. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back in five minutes tops.”
Lilith stomped off, not looking back, ‘cause she knew Sam would follow. She tried to sway her hips more than usual as she led him away from the campfire, further into the forest, decidedly not in the direction of the cabins.
“Thanks for the cockblock, freak.”
“You didn’t have to come,” she muttered.
“I didn’t want you to make an embarrassing scene. Like always.”
She ignored him. Her cheeks were already burning from the alcohol, so he could hardly make her blush. And also, the booze got her all confident. She twirled around with her arms outstretched ... and promptly tripped over her own feet.
Sam caught her. “ ... You’re completely shitfaced, aren’t you?” he asked, breaking into a grin.
She remembered how she was supposed to be mad at him, and wiped the matching grin off her face, pushing him away with a huff. “ ... Maybe. It’s whatever.”
“Damn,” he went, shaking his head. “If I’d known you’d be drinking that whole bottle, I’d’ve wanted to be there for it.”
“Well, too bad! Apparently you wanted something else more! Or should I say someone! So I hope it was fun ... I bet you were only doing it to make me jealous...” She bit her lip; she really hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud.
“Not everything in the world revolves around you, Lilly. Maybe I’m just really into redheads.”
Yikes. Lilith’s mind flashed to images of Faye Thompson. “Fine!” she snapped, throwing her arms up. “I can’t even with you! Fine! Go back to Fat Red and fuck her silly for all I care.”
“Her name is Zoe by the way.”
“Right. So have fun with Zoe. Guess ya don’t need stupid old Lilly anymore, huh.” She kicked a pinecone away, hard. The alcohol was definitely empowering her hysterics, but it felt so good to yell at him for once.
A beat of silence passed. She could still hear the deafening echo of her own yelling.
“You’re being insane right now,” Sam went.
She wheeled on him, index finger up. “Notice how you didn’t say no!”
“I’m not gonna deny every schizo delusion you make up just to make yourself feel bad.”
“Uh-huh. Whatever. I can do math, asshole. Redheads are your thing. I’m not a redhead. One plus one equals Kill Myself.”
A disbelieving grin spread on his face. He grabbed her by the hair, bunching the locks around his hand and holding her head like that. Lilith shivered at the weird, possessive gesture of it. He brought his face closer.
“Silly Lilly ... you don’t need to be jealous. Don’t worry. You’re still my favorite nutcase.”
His breath smelled like beer. She stared up at him defiantly for a second or two, before averting her eyes. “Mm ... I might need some reminding, y’know, every now and again, because I’m a mess. Alright? I’m sorry. That’s what it is.”
“I see ... I get it,” he drawled. “All this drama, and it’s just ‘cause you’re a horny drunk.”
Before Lilith could object to that qualifier, he shoved her against a tree, and all she let out was an embarrassing little sound. Sam wasted no time slipping his hands under her shirt.
She puffed out her chest for him, and was rewarded with a thumb flicking over her nipple. “Nn. Oh. That’s nice,” she sighed. Then she frowned. “But you’re still an asshole, though.”
“Sending mixed messages there, sis.”
“What can I say. I’m very complex.” She was churning out corny one-liners tonight, or so it felt ... Well, it wasn’t her fault that words just kept tumbling out of her mouth for some reason.
“That’s one word for it.”
“Well, what word would you use then?” she asked impishly.
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