Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I squint to check the light coming through the window. It’s dark, but morning is definitely upon us. We’ll have to get up soon and dressed before the whole family wakes up. But lying here a few moments longer won’t hurt anything.
Ronan’s hand snakes to my front, lazily stroking my cock. I groan, squeezing Raegan’s tit as pleasure trembles through me.
“Sore,” she mumbles sleepily. “Don’t squeeze it like that.”
Grinning, I go back to doing what I know she likes. Pinching and rubbing and twisting her nipple. I like how it makes her breathy and needy. Perhaps we have time for a little fun. My asshole, though, needs a break. Ronan seems to understand this because he doesn’t touch it, just continues to stroke my cock. His mouth is on my neck, sucking and licking, driving me insane with need.
I slip my palm to Raegan’s stomach and caress her there before sliding the rest of the way to her pussy. She shifts her thigh aside, whining when I touch her clit. In the middle of the night, I tried gently biting it and she immediately came. I roll it between my thumb and finger, applying some intense pressure.
“Yesss,” she moans. “God, you’re so good at this.”
I move my hips in tune with Ronan’s jerking while I tease our sister to the edge of pleasure. She moves her leg farther aside, quietly urging me to touch her more. I slide a finger inside her, loving how she gasps. Just like me, there’s a place inside her body that makes her come unglued with only a few strokes. I find the spot, gently rubbing firm circles over it. Dipping down, I put my mouth on her nipple, using my teeth to tease her while I fuck her with my finger.
Ronan’s dick is dripping with pre-cum, sliding along my crack and continually dotting my back with the wetness. His hot breath against my neck is driving me wild.
I come with a groan, fucking hard against Ronan’s fist. I’m so lost in the wonderful feeling that I don’t connect the sounds and voice until it’s too late.
“Ryder, your dog shit all over the cabin,” Mom hollers before her eyes lock onto mine.
I’m still coming with my brother’s hand around my cock while my finger is inside my sister and staring at my mom.
Fuck.
Oh God.
She stands there, her eyes wide with disbelief. The seconds drag on like multiple eternities smashed up against each other. I note Raegan’s hand pulling mine away from her and Ronan sliding back. I’m left, still staring at Mom, lying in a puddle of my own cum.
“I can explain,” I blurt out, already scrambling out of the bed. “Mom, I can explain.”
Her eyes follow me as I fumble my way out of the bed. I can feel my cum flinging all over the place. Every inch of my skin is on fire, hot with humiliation and horror. I grab my underwear off the floor, accidentally grabbing Raegan’s while I’m at it. Her eyes lock onto the girly panties in my hand and her features slowly transform from complete shock to something I’ve never seen before.
Angry rage bordering on hate.
I yank my boxers up and then pull on my jeans. I’m shaking my head, willing her to understand, but neither of us can speak. We’re caught in a strange face-off—a calm before a motherfucking hurricane.
Once I grab my shirt and pull it over my head, I feel ready to speak to our mother. I take a step toward her and she stumbles away from me like I’ve got rabies, or worse yet, like I’m a predator come to eat her children alive.
“Mom,” I choke out.
“No, no, no, no,” she chants, shaking her head harshly. “No, no, no, no, no.”
“We love each other,” I blurt out in explanation. “Please, Mom—”
“GET OUT!” she bellows, waving a finger angrily at the door. “Get the fuck out!”
I’m unable to tear my gaze from hers to see how my siblings are faring. Based on their absolute silence, I’d say not well.
“Mom—”
“You’ve ruined our family!” Her horrible accusing glare burns into me. “Get out!”
I stuff my feet into my boots and grab my coat before trying once more. “I’m sorry—”
“So help me, Ryder, get out before I beat you!”
Under normal circumstances, the idea of my tiny mother trying to beat me would be laughable. I’m not laughing now. She believes it with every part of her being, and based on how furious she is, I believe it too. I rush past her, escaping into the frigid air that smells like snow is coming.
Racing past Ronan’s cabin, I make a beeline for the gate. Mage, the little shit—literally—chases after me, barking happily. No thanks to him, he got us busted.
What does this mean for our family?
Nothing good.
Picking up speed, I run out the gate and around our property. When I make it to the cliffside stairs, I damn near fall down them as I make my descent. The whole world blurs around me and I realize it’s because I’m crying. Not from the cold, but from the bone-deep ache that won’t stop hurting.