Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 62679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“We’ll know,” I add, just in case she thinks we won’t.
Gregory snorts, unzips his pants, fists his cock.
I watch her face as he smears it in her juices, rubbing himself over her clit, her cunt, her ass, and I know the instant he slides into her pussy and it takes all I have not to grip my own cock, pump it as I watch my brother fuck my Willow Girl.
He moves slowly at first, drawing out every thrust, making her arch her back and groan every time he pulls out.
Gregory holds her open and is watching his cock disappear into her, watching her stretch to take him. He pumps like this for a few minutes low and deep, before sliding one hand down, making her whimper when he takes her clit and rubs as he fucks her harder.
I get to my feet, undo the top buttons of my shirt, adjust my pants. I go to her, lean down, cup the back of her head and pet her.
Her breathing is ragged and sweat has collected on her forehead and I smile down at her. “Remember, sweetheart, don’t come.”
“It’s not fair,” she blurts out and squeezes her eyes closed when Greg smacks her ass.
I straighten, take in the sight of him fucking her, of his dick stretching her, one hand holding her spread, the thumb of that hand now circling her asshole.
“Not her ass,” I say. That’s mine.
He looks at me, nods, and I shift my gaze to her face again, and I hear the familiar sound she makes when she’s coming. She’s coming on my brother’s dick and he fucks her harder for it and in another moment, he’s coming too, thrusting deep into her, emptying inside her, filling up my Willow Girl.
“I’m sorry,” she starts, looking up at me. “I’m sorry.”
I lay my hand on her head, lay her cheek down.
Gregory pulls out, tucks his dick into his briefs and closes his pants. We both watch as cum drips out of her cunt and down her thighs and fuck, I’m fucking hard.
“I’m sorry,” she tries again.
I look up at Greg, then at her.
“What are we going to do with you, Willow Girl?”
14
Helena
I remain as I am, bent over the table, naked from the waist down, and almost so from the waist up. I feel cum dripping down my thighs as they stand behind me watching.
“It wasn’t really fair,” I try, not looking back, knowing it doesn’t matter. He knew I’d come.
“Shh.” Sebastian sits back down. “Stay,” he tells me.
Greg picks up his drink and follows him to sit and takes a sip.
“I feel responsible,” he says to Sebastian.
He’s got his back to me, but I can almost hear the smug grin in his voice.
“It wasn’t fair,” I try again from my place at the table, the night breeze cool on my naked ass.
“Life isn’t fair,” Gregory says.
“How are you going to punish me?”
“I’m going to leave that up to my brother,” Sebastian says.
Gregory turns to me with a grin on his face. “I’ll think of something special.”
My glare is interrupted by Sebastian’s command. “Go to your room, Helena.”
I’m surprised by this and a little put off at being sent away like a child.
“Go. I need to talk to my brother alone.”
I look at the both of them and I guess I should be grateful he’s letting me go. Although a look at Gregory tells me my punishment won’t be forgotten.
Without a word, I go to leave.
“Helena,” Sebastian says, stopping me when I get to the door.
I turn.
“Be ready for me when I get up there.”
I bite my lip, nod, and go upstairs. I didn’t really think he wasn’t going to fuck me tonight, did I? And honestly, don’t I want him to?
First thing I do is have a shower, taking my time. Before getting into bed, I retrieve Aunt Helena’s journal from beneath the mattress and re-read those final passages.
When I get the chance, I’m going to have to go back to the mausoleum and see if I can find the door that leads to the room below. I don’t know what I’ll find, don’t know why it matters, but it does.
I tuck it away in its hiding place and lay on my side, pulling the blanket over myself and closing my eyes. I don’t turn out the lights. I haven’t since I’ve been back from that dark room, not when I’m alone.
When I wake, it’s because of the sudden cold as my comforter is pulled from me.
I open my eyes to find Sebastian standing over me. He’s still fully dressed and he takes in my naked body.
“Did you leave the lights on on purpose?”
“I can’t sleep if it’s dark anymore. Not when I’m alone, at least.”
He nods, pulls his shirt over his head. I look at the scar.
“That must have hurt,” I say.