On Your Knees, Stepsister

You are too big

LYLAH

I closed my eyes tightly, imagining I was in a nightmare, albeit a very long one. However, when I opened my eyes, reality stared back at me. Kaelin's grey eyes were on my body. His lips lifted in a knowing smirk.

“Were you always this cocky, or did you pick it up when you joined the dark world?” My voice carried the steel I wanted it to, enough to let him know how I feel about him.

He tilted his head to the side and smiled, still looking down at me.

“You never noticed me.” When he spoke, his voice was low, almost to a whisper. For a moment, he looked sad, but the expression was so fleeting I figured I imagined it.

Kaelin doesn't feel sad. It wasn't an emotion found in his dictionary. Narcissism and cockiness, you can find.

“Can we get this done?” I demanded, reminding him of why I was with him, kneeling like a damned slut, naked.

Thinking about it, I became self-conscious. I was the only one bare, while Kaelin was still clothed.

He smirked, reached out to touch my cheek, but I drew back, so his hand missed.

“We have gone through this already, step sis,” he said, bored. “From now on, I'm your master, and I get to do whatever I please with you. You signed off six months of your life to me.”

“A mistake I would have dodged if I realised what I was walking into.”

If only I knew what a sadistic devil he was, I would have long left the country, just to avoid him.

He grinned. “Oh, you wouldn't have evaded me for long.”

I opened my mouth to argue about it, to tell him I would have left the country without a backwards glance if the future was told to me, but I didn't. One look at his face was all I needed to tell me he would have followed me.

I had seen that expression in his eyes when he told me he would change high school after I got transferred, and he did. Two days into thinking I had finally gotten rid of him, he showed up at my new class, grinning as he introduced himself.

For years, it had been this way. Each step I took, Kaelin was always close behind, sometimes two strides ahead….

Shaking my head to relieve myself of the thoughts of the past, I reached for the zip of his slacks. I knew this was what he wanted me to do. Men loved to be sucked, and he was no exemption to this.

He didn't stop me. Instead, he leaned back and watched me, that annoying smirk playing on his lips and his eyes glinting with mischief and a dare.

I knew what he needed, for me to back down, for him to taunt me like he had always done, just to prove I feared him.

Gulping in enough air, I lowered the zip of his slacks, ignoring my shaking hands. I'd always thought my first time with a guy would be with a man I chose, but fate had never liked me.

That b***h had long had an issue with me, right from the time Kaelin barged into my life. She had been on his side from that moment, watching as he tortured me emotionally and academically.

“Thoughts on me.”

His voice shattered my thoughts, and I had to bite back a retort at him. Ignoring the smug man, I lowered his slacks. He rose, high enough to let me bring it down to his ankle.

My eyes lifted slowly to his boxers, at the notable dent on them. I swallowed. The damned motherfucker was aroused by this. His d**k was already straining against his black boxer brief.

When I finally reached for it and pulled it down, freeing his c**k, my eyes almost ran away from their sockets. Fear raced up my spine at the sight of his c**k. I'd seen my fair share of porn videos, but none of them prepared me for the real deal, for the monstrosity.

It was big enough for my palms to wrap around it.

“Amazed?”

I looked up sharply at that, narrowing my eyes. “Aren't you damned narcissistic?”

“Why shouldn't I? I know how good I am, step sis. I've seen myself in the mirror countless times, and for this…” He gestured to his d**k. “I have gotten my fair share of comments from women. Of course, I know it's such a beast.”

“As if.” I scoffed, trying hard not to look at his d**k, not to think of that inside me. My body grew cold, and my legs got weak when I thought about him breaching my hymen with that. Death.

That was one word I could think of as I imagined what they would write on my tombstone when I died.

Killed by a c**k?

Torn in two by a monster.

Couldn't take it big?

There were different phrases I could come up with, and none of them sounded appealing…

I drew in large gulps of air before I looked at him, staring into his grey eyes, and trying not to get lost in the depth.

“Can we talk about this again?” My voice came out lower than I intended it to.

If it meant swallowing my pride to keep my life, I would. No way was I letting him come close to me with that thing.

His lips lifted at the side when he understood what I wanted to talk about. He reached for his d**k and lazily wrapped his fist around it. He stroked it as I watched, his fist going up and down that piece of flesh with the angry veins.

“Are you scared because of this? Worried I might tear you in half if I f**k you?”

He was so crude, I wanted to ignore him, but I couldn't.

I closed my eyes and whispered, “You are too big.”

A laugh tore from his throat, dark, just like him.

“Oh, stepsis, you don't know how turned on your words made me…”