“I’m warning you, Kenz.” I may have had rum a couple hours ago, but my mind is clear, and my feet stay planted on the floor. I’m not moving. I have to see where this may go and sure as hell may regret it in the morning, but I want his lips on mine.
Chapter 15
River
Kenzie hasn’t moved. I’ve given her ample warning, and she’s still in my reach; her lips are in direct line to mine. I can feel her breath on my skin. I’ve wanted this longer than I was willing to admit. It’s more than a physical attraction. It’s a connection to Mom and Dad. It’s depraved and sick and so many other kinds of wrong. If I don’t take her and claim her as mine, she may fall into the arms of Isaiah. I’ve seen how he looks at her. Maybe he’d be a better choice without the family relationship we share. But if he were to hurt Kenzie the way he had hurt me, when I’d been willing to give him so much, I’d end him.
“Kenz, last chance, sister. I’m going to kiss you, and your flavor will stay with me. It’ll be intoxicating, and I’ll come back for more, each time pushing you a little more until all of you belongs to me.”
A breathless whine escapes her lips, and my cock follows suit, poking her in the stomach. Her gaze falls to where I’m not hidden in my athletic pants.
“Sorry, the bastard has a mind of his own.” My hand connects with her cheek. It’s so soft, and I wonder if I’m the first man who has touched her here, and I lean down and place a chaste kiss on her forehead.
“This is wrong, Riv, but this may have been one reason I followed you around. Did I know then how important you were to me, even if this is twisted, forbidden, and taboo as fuck?”
I stop and look at her. I’ve known she’s beautiful, but have I ever really searched her soul like this? Have I ever done this with another human being? The answer is yes, and he happens to be under the same roof.
“Hell, Kenzie. You’re so beautiful. And sweet, and innocent, and I’ll give you one more warning, if you don’t walk away, you’ll be mine. Because once your taste is embedded on my lips, I’m never letting go.”
I want more, but I won’t take it tonight, so I’ll start with her tongue.
“I want you, River. I can’t walk away. Maybe I’ve always wanted this between us.”
There’s regret in her eyes. I won’t allow for one second to stay there. “No, Kenz, that was me. I was the ass. I was the one who messed up a real relationship when Mom and Dad were alive.”
Her eyes flash with what I’ve learned to read in her for years. It’s fear. “Will this not be a real relationship?”
I push back a strand of her chestnut hair from the beauty of Kenzie’s face. “Oh, baby. I can’t walk away. This is real, as real as it fucking gets.” Tilting my head down to her, I suck on her lower lip. She lets the slightest moan leave her mouth, and in it, she opens up, granting me access. My tongue breaches her lips, and her flavor of cinnamon and vanilla ruins me for future women.
My hands travel down her lower back, and like the girl I’ve always thought she may be, it has taken the right person for her to relax into. She comes closer to my body, rolling her hips into my erection.
“Oh, fuck,” I speak into her mouth. “You keep doing that, I’m going to embarrass myself.”
“More, River. I’ve wanted more for so long, with you and….”
She speaks, backing away, slapping her mouth. I don’t need confirmation; I understand who the hell she’s talking about. I’ve seen the way her eyes roam his body when he’s in the room. I get it; the son of a bitch has my heart, too.
I snake my arms around her waist, bringing her back to me. “I don’t want to let you go; I really don’t, Kenz.”
“I don’t want you to let me go. I need you…”
I tip her sight to mine. “No, not tonight. Not like this. You’re drunk; we’re mourning. I need you to take a couple of days, really think about it.”
“But, you said I’m yours; I’m all yours.”
I stop her with a kiss on her lips; it’s sweet and certainly never a way I’ve kissed another, not with other girls.
“I did, and I meant it, but if you truly don’t want this after a couple days, I’ll let you go, but… I’m in, Kenz. I’m so fucking in, I never want to get out of us, of this. And one day, if you let me claim you, I’ll be gentle, so fucking gentle, when I take your virgin pussy, and make us one.”
She clears her throat, almost choking on the air. “You can’t say pussy and then send me off to bed.”
“Did I say I was sending you off to bed? No, I’m going to show you what a real man does.” I slip down her fucking short skirt. Now I’m on board with Isaiah. The asshole was onto something. No more short skirts for others to get their kicks off with.
Her panties slide down with them. I move her around, placing her gently on the chair. “Spread those legs for me.” I pull her down where her cunt is at the edge of her seat. “You have a beautiful pussy, so fucking perfect. Has anyone ever tasted it before?”
Her breathing is shallow. “N-no,” she stutters out. “N-nobody, Riv. I’ve only ever wanted…”
My fingers spread her pussy lips, and they stroke her clit. “Have you ever come before?”
“Y-yeah, by my fingers. Only by my fingers.”
“Now, baby, you’re going to come from my tongue. So perfect, baby, so fucking perfect.” My tongue hits her clit slightly and her cry is so innocent and fucking hot at the same time. “I love your aroma. Do you bathe in cinnamon and vanilla?”
She laughs a sweet giggle but doesn’t answer. Does she understand what she does to me? Oh, fuck, my hand will have to do the trick when I push my pants down to the floor. “This is all you, baby, but can I get off while I get you off?”
Her lips quirk into a carefree smile. “I can do it, not great, but….”
I growl, and the idea of her getting another guy off has my hackles up.
“I’ve not done it, so you can put away your indignation, Mr. Slut Man.”
She’s got me there. “Can I get back to eating your pussy now while I jack off my imposing member?”
“Oh, so very full of yourself,” she mocks, and I shut her up with more attention to her clit. “Riv, yeah, oh, River.”
I should walk away. I knew the second she followed me, not just into my room but sought me out in my music space, I’d not send Kenzie away.
Her hand glides through my hair and gives pressure to where she wants my tongue.
I’m stroking my cock, about to come as her sweet little moans only indulge my need to get off, as much as my desire to bring my sister, my fucking sister, to pleasure. Right now, she’s not my sister; she’s just someone who happens to share my same last name.
Chapter 16
Isaiah
My eyes stay fixed to the screen I’ve not moved my gaze from. When I set the security camera up years ago, it was to keep tabs on the booze I had kept in that room. I don’t know why, but I wanted to know where River was. And because his guitars are like books for Kenzie, I took a chance, only to make sure he was okay.