Chapter 2: The Present: Acceptance

[ Seeing how you use each other, how you take what you want without a single apology or shred of guilt ... it’s the most honest love I’ve ever seen. ]

I left Kiara on the bed, her hand already between her legs, rubbing her wet pussy slowly while she stared at the ceiling. She was breathing hard, thighs shaking, so close to cumming but I didn’t let her finish. I just kissed her once, deep and dirty, tasting how turned on she was, then walked out.

Xoe’s door was already opened when I reached it. I pushed it wider without knocking. She was waiting in heat like a lioness for her brother. She stood in the middle of the room, still in her half-unbuttoned work shirt and those tight black pants, but the bra was gone now, nipples hard and pink against the white fabric. Her ponytail had come loose. The moment I stepped inside she lunged.

No words. Just her hands fisting my collar, yanking me forward so hard our teeth clacked before our mouths crashed together. Her tongue shoved past my lips, biting down on my lower lip until we tasted my blood. She tasted like the wine we just had. I growled into her mouth, grabbed her by the throat—not choking, just firm enough to remind her who else could dominate and shoved her back against the wall beside the open door. My room was just a wall away from her so Kiara probably heard that the showdown between siblings has begun.

The door stayed wide. Neither of us moved to close it. Neither of us wanted to.

I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, used the other to rip the last buttons of her shirt open. Fabric tore; her tits spilled free—full, heavy, nipples already peaked—and I latched onto one, sucking hard. Xoe arched, grinding her hips against my thigh.

“Fuck you for making me wait.” she snarled, wrenching one wrist free to claw at my belt, shoved her hand down my pants, wrapped her long and soft fingers around my thick hard cock and stroked rough—too dry, too fast, the way she likes when she is furious.

I spun her around, slammed her face to the wall, yanked her pants and thong down in one brutal tug to mid-thigh. Her ass was perfect—round, firm from squats and riding on me—and I slapped it once, hard, the crack echoing. She moaned, pushed back for more. I gave her another, then spread her cheeks and dragged the head of my cock through her pussy without entering, teasing her.

“You want it?” I rasped against her ear while fondling her hanging boobs.

“Fucking give it to me, little brother. Go deep inside me, feel your sister’s soul.”

I thrust in deep giving no warning. I began fucking her hard against the wall. I know Kiara is listening. She and Xoe are leaning onto the same wall, one getting fucked and other listening to us fucking.

After a dozen thrusts, she shoved back and pushed me onto the bed. I landed on my back; she climbed on top, straddling my hips, guiding my cock back inside her in one slick drop. Now she rode me, we maintained hard eye contact. Her nails raked down my chest, leaving red lines, while my hands gripped her hips into more aggressive grinding.

“Harder, you fucking idiot. Harder I said” she demanded.

I flipped us. Pinned her wrists beside her head. Fucked down into her with long, deliberate strokes in missionary—pulling almost all the way out, slamming back in until she gasped each time. Her flexible legs wrapped around my neck.

I didn’t stop. Flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, entered her from behind. One hand in her hair, pulling her head back so her spine arched as much as it can. The other reached around to rub her clit—rough circles matching my thrusts. She pushed back into me, meeting every slam, moaning broken curses.

That’s when I caught the shadow in the doorway.

Kiara.

Just half her body visible around the frame, one hand braced on the jamb, the other buried between her thighs. Tears streaked her cheeks again, but she didn’t stop touching herself despite the beautiful yet filthy bonding between a brother and sister.

Xoe and I never acknowledged her. We pretended the door was still closed, pretended we were alone in our rage-fueled fuck.

I drove into Xoe harder—knowing Kiara could see every thrust, every ripple of muscle, every time Xoe’s ass jiggled from the impact. Xoe moaned louder on purpose—filthy, drawn-out sounds—her head thrown back, tits swaying.

“Fuck yes—right there—don’t you dare stop.”

I locked eyes with Xoe and let myself go. I pulled out at the last second, turned her around, stroked myself twice, and came all across her toned abs and curvy tits in thick ropes. Xoe dragged her fingers through it, smeared it over her nipples, then sucked her own nipples clean while staring right into my eyes.

Only then did I glance toward the door.

Kiara was gone.

I kissed Xoe softly, then slid off the bed. “She enjoyed watching us, right?” Xoe asked putting a cigarette to her lips.

“Definitely she did!” I said watching the wet floor just outside Xoe’s room. I slipped back into my room where Kiara was curled on her side, breathing slow and deep, finally asleep after whatever storm had raged inside her. I slid under the covers behind her watching her satisfied face and slept.

Next morning Kiara’s eyes fluttered open but froze immediately seeing the first sight of her morning. Kiara is not getting any breaks to even breathe.

Beside her on the bed, Leo and I were already tangled. Face-to-face in nothing but tight shorts in scissoring position, our hard cocks pressed together, frotting through thin fabric, grinding in slow, deliberate rolls. “I love how hard you’re for me bro!” Leo moaned with his soft lips on mine, tongues moving around in each other’s dirty mouths. His hands gripping my muscular back while mine gripped his juicy ass, pulling each other closer so our lengths rubbed harder, with our smooth chests and bellies pressed like air suction.

Kiara’s breath hitched. She didn’t move, didn’t speak—just watched, wide-eyed, thighs pressing together under the sheet as the wet sounds of our kissing and the rhythmic slide of cock-on-cock filled the quiet room.