Chapter 11: Little Liar: Chapter 11

Olivia’s idea of going for a drive and doing something away from how hectic the house is wasn’t what I planned today. We’d spent hours wrapped up together. She was between my legs, and I was between hers, before we were rudely interrupted by our parents arguing right outside my bedroom door.

She huffed and told me to get dressed. Since her bossy side is adorable, I showered, got dressed, and met her in the garage. Now she’s staring at me, at my hands tight on the steering wheel, her eyes glazed over.

We never got to finish. She needs something to tide her over until we get back home later. I slip my hand to her thigh, and she fights a smile and averts her eyes to look out the window.

The girl can’t even handle me touching her fucking thigh from how needy she is. I dig my fingers into her flesh, and she opens for me while I try to keep my attention on the road. As she takes my wrist and slides my hand up further, I swallow, gripping the steering wheel at the feel of how soaked she is.

Still so wet.

Always wet for her big brother.

“Eyes on the road, Malachi,” she orders, trapping her lip between her teeth. “If you crash, I won’t suck your dick again.”

I do as I’m told as I press my fingers to the wet patch on her panties, right where her entrance is throbbing for me. Whimpering, she moves her hips into the touch, guiding my fingers under her panties to feel the warmth of her pussy.

Maybe we should fuck already? What else is there to learn? There’s nothing stopping us from pulling over somewhere discreet and sleeping together. Then I’d tell her the truth. Everything.

I’d tell her that I’m madly in love with her and if she has patience enough to have me as a brother with no voice, she’ll accept me as a partner too. Maybe I’ll tell her how much I’ve fucked her over. How, even though she shows me what to do, I still like to touch her when she’s unaware. Lick her. Suck her. Everywhere.

All of a sudden, she yanks my hand away. “Pull in here.”

I frown and look at where her gaze is directed, and it’s a restaurant in the middle of nowhere. Releasing a sigh, I put on my blinkers and turn into the busy parking lot.

This is not even slightly what I had planned. Why aren’t we going somewhere to make out until our mouths fall off?

She unfastens her belt and gets out of the car without saying a word. I follow, pulling my phone out to see if I have any messages and notice a missed call from Mason. I’ll call him back later.

Olivia goes into the restaurant, asks for a table for two, and we go with the waitress to a booth in the middle of the room—we’re surrounded, the place busy, and I think I might kill my sister for even thinking about coming here.

“I’m hungry,” she says. “It’s basically the evening, and we’ve been in bed all day.”

For good fucking reason, I want to tell her, but I’m frozen in place, watching her look through the menu and order us both a water with ice. I’m uncomfortable—there are too many people here, and I’m certain some of them are looking at us.

We don’t look like siblings, but we don’t look like a couple either. She’s a pretty little cheerleader, and I’m the furthest thing from the jock all the other cheerleaders are supposed to date. But I care more about how she feels with these people staring.

She’s talking to me about food. Her lips are moving, but I’m taking none of her words in. They’re so soft, shaping around each syllable, each time she licks them and lifts her eyes to me. I stare at her, focusing back on her mouth.

Her shoe hits my boot, and then she’s rubbing her foot up my ankle, my knee, gasping when I capture it under the table.

When I let it go, her lips part, and she stares at me for way too long.

Run, I sign.

She frowns. “What?”

Unless you want me to fuck you on this table in front of the entire restaurant, then you better run.

She gulps, glancing around. “We aren’t on that lesson yet.”

I fist my hands on the table, my gaze burning into her, and sign, Run, Olivia. I want to chase you. I want to catch you. I want to fuck you until you scream so loud, you lose your voice just like I have.

She knows I will. A twisted part of her knows that I’m not joking. Everyone can either leave or watch me lose my virginity to my little sister while I bend her over this fucking table. Screw the consequences. She told me she wanted to be chased and fucked. That’s exactly what I’m going to do to her.

My eyes darken on her, at the way she’s still sitting in her seat.

As soon as I stand, she jumps up, grabs her purse, and runs straight to the exit. I leave a few notes for wasting their time and follow after her.

I spot her hair swishing in the wind as she vanishes into the woods next to the parking lot—she’s running like I’m going to kill her.

I set off after her. The onlookers getting out of their cars watch me push into the woods and hunt for my little sister—who’s seconds from being owned by every part of me.

Cracking branches beneath my boots, I follow the sounds of her heavy breaths and footfalls. It’s growing darker the further we get into the woodland, damper, the birds chirping overhead as they burrow into the canopy of trees.

I stop and listen. She’s not running anymore. My heart is pounding in my ears, adrenaline lacing my veins with determination to find her.

“You’re not very good at this, are you?”

Gritting my teeth, I move towards her voice, in the direction I can hear her footfalls again. She’s fast. Usually, when we go running, I like to think I could get way ahead of her, sometimes making her sprint, but right now, she’s like a damn rocket.

She giggles, stopping again, and I go slowly, branches still snapping under my weight. Olivia is behind a tree trunk, thick enough to conceal her, but close enough that I can hear her gasping for breath. Fitness is never an issue for her, so I’d like to think she’s panting from anticipation of what will happen when I catch her.

Just before I can grab her, she spins around from behind the tree and jumps into my arms, hands in my hair as she drags my mouth to hers. I stagger backwards until my back hits another tree, steadying my balance, then snake one arm around the small of her back and grab her thigh with the other to hike her up more.

Her tongue delves into my mouth, and she’s humming, smiling, tightening her thighs at my waist. Then she shoves at my chest until I drop her.

“Close your eyes,” she tells me, and I do.

I furrow my brow at the sound of her running again, huffing as I open my eyes to see her vanishing into the distance once more.

I inwardly curse and shoot after her. She looks over her shoulder and lets out a shriek when I grab her by the hair and throw her on the ground.

I want to make sure she’s okay, but the grin on her face and the way she’s trying to scurry back tells me she’s fine and enjoying this way more than any normal person would. I walk up to her, fisting her hair to tip her head back.

Smiling, she digs her nails into my wrist, which only makes my dick hard and my body lower onto hers until she’s pinned into the dirt by my hips.

Grabbing her throat, I force her down and straighten my arm beside her head. The last time I saw this fear in her eyes was when Spikey dropped on the floor and she launched into my bed to escape him. She’s scared, but her pupils are blown.

My cock is as solid as a rock, prodding right between her legs. And she opens them so I slot between her thighs perfectly.

She can barely breathe, her pupils dilating even further, and I grind my teeth to dust as she rocks her hips against me. She does it again, and again, and a third time, watching me as my hand tightens around her throat to cut off her air.

Olivia trying to take control is cute. In all fairness, she’s been the one controlling us from the start, but this is my turn.

Not being able to breathe doesn’t scare her, even though I can see pressure behind her glazed eyes. She keeps moving against me, keeps dragging herself up and down the underside of my dick.

She whimpers out a choked cough as I release her throat and rip her dress right down the front, exposing her braless chest and baby blue panties.

Soaked, as expected.

She gasps as I snap off her underwear and pocket the material, then drag my fingers up her pussy, spreading her, nipping her clit between them. She’s so wet, so needy, and I think I might pass out if I don’t feel what it’s like to be inside her.

I lean up and tug down the zip of my combats, freeing my hard, thick cock that’s already leaking with precum.

“If anyone sees us…”

I’ll blind them and hit them hard enough to forget what they saw.

Laughing, she goes to wrap her fingers around my cock, but I snatch her wrist then take the other. A breath falls from her lips and touches my own as I pin both hands above her head.

I line our bodies up, but nerves start to take over as I grind my cock against her pussy, feeling the heat, the warmth, the way she’s already ready for me.

My precum and her wetness mix together, making the underside of my cock slide against her too fucking perfectly. The piercings rub her clit. She moans, tries to free her hands, but I grip them harder and thrust faster.

“This is so wrong,” she says, gasping as I keep grinding into her. “Wanting you.” She gasps again, rocking up to meet my thrusts, my tip nearly pushing into her. “My big brother.”

Groaning inwardly, I close my eyes. Whenever she calls me her brother during some sort of sexual act, I nearly come all over her. It’s wrong. It’s deranged. Fucked up to want to feel the inside of your baby sister. But Olivia is mine, so I deserve to know what it feels like to have her come around my cock. I deserve to hear her cry my name while I fill her with every drop of me.

I lower my head and kiss her.

It’s not soft or gentle, or anything romantic. We devour each other like we’re starved, tongue and teeth and lips and moans, breathing each other in as my dick nearly pushes into her.

“Malachi,” she whispers against my lips as my swollen head settles at her entrance, desperate to ease in, to thrust. One push and I’ll be hers forever. “Not yet.”

I let go of one of her wrists, and she automatically lowers it between us and grabs my cock, stroking it while the tip stays pressed against her entrance. I can barely move, inhale, anything as she slips her tongue into my mouth and strokes me from base to tip.

Every few strokes, she reaches the tip and rubs her hand, covered in my precum and her own wetness, over her clit and circles it.

We’re both melting into one another as she continues. Stroking. Kissing. Rubbing. She cries into my mouth when she comes, and I feel her cunt quivering against the head of my cock, and it only drives me straight into my own release. Pulses of cum coat her pussy the exact same way it did when I messed with her sleeping form, and I watch as she slides her fingers inside, pushing my cum in and moaning, still in her high.

Fuck.

“I might have messed up,” Mason tells me.

I inwardly sigh and lean my forearms on my handles, pulling up my visor so he can see my eyes. I raise a brow, needing him to elaborate, though I’m sure I already know what he’s going to say.

“Abigail.” He throws his leg over his bike, fixing his helmet on while his mother tells him to drive safely. He waves her off. “She won’t talk to me.”

And? I reply.

“I’m starting to think she really is only using me for a good fuck.”

I silently tut and shake my head. He’s been so damn hung up on the girl since my mother’s birthday party. He either shows up at her work, outside her cheer practice, or stalks her social media until he gets her on her own and somehow gets her into bed. It’s tiring to watch, even though it’s only been a few weeks.

Mason gets bored easily, so I’m waiting it out. The next person to pique his interest will take over, and Abigail will be forgotten.

I’m the total opposite from Mason. I was created for one girl and one girl only. The thought of even thinking about another person makes me uncomfortable as fuck. I would never betray myself or Olivia by entertaining someone else.

I can still see the way she lay beneath me in the woods. How she pushed my cum into her and made me lose my mind. It almost makes me want to drug her again, just so I can continuously fuck her, to watch my cum leak from her cunt until she’s carrying my offspring. However, she might not like that—I feel like that’s something I definitely need permission for.

I frown at the caller ID that pops up on my phone. Olivia never calls me. Instantly, my heart races, and I pull my helmet off and put the phone to my ear.

She’s crying.

Fuck.

If someone hurt her—

“How dare you, Malachi. How fucking dare you? You lied to me. You… Y-You lied. You lied and tricked me into teaching you everything, you goddamn freak. I thought I was helping you, and I was falling for you in the process, yet all along you knew damn well what to fucking do! What sort of sicko does that? I’m your sister! And I… I was…”

She’s silent for a beat, and my brows furrow even further. Mason can hear everything she’s saying. He’s frowning too. Maybe because he’s a little protective of me and she called me a freak. Her cries are loud enough I don’t even need to have her on speaker.

“I hope screwing Anna was worth ruining whatever fucked-up relationship we had. You’ll never get near me again, Malachi. Never. I hate you. I h-h-hate you so fucking much.”

Rapidly, I fire out a text while trying to control each panicked breath that leaves my lungs. She can’t end this. I won’t let her.

“Fuck you,” she snaps before hanging up.

My gaze lifts to Mason, my mouth dry, pulse rattling in my ears.

He lets out a heavy breath. “Fuck. Family drama. You need to go, man.”

Patting my back as I shove on my helmet, he signs, Don’t do anything stupid. Let her yell at you and then explain your side. We both know that shit with Anna isn’t true.

I nod, barely able to think straight. He adds, Good luck.

It takes me five minutes to speed home. I ditch my bike in the drive, climb up her side of the house to get to her room faster, and jump through her window, which is unlocked. I keep the curtains closed, pacing, waiting for her to come home. She’s not answering my calls, but Dad texted to tell me he’d bring food home for us both, so I know she’ll be here soon.

What the fuck do I say?

I didn’t fuck Anna.

I didn’t even kiss her, so why is she accusing me of this shit?

I go over and over everything I can say. I’ll let her shout, scream, even fucking slap me if she needs to, and then I’ll sit her down, just like Mason said, and explain that I didn’t do anything, and that whatever she’s heard is a bunch of lies. I bet Anna got her ego hurt because I wouldn’t go near her, and this is her way of retaliating. I swear, I’m going to strangle the bitch when I see her.

“Okay,” I hear her say on the opposite side of the door. “I love you, Dad. Thank you.”

My nerves spark into flames as I wait, matching the lighter I keep flicking. She doesn’t open the door right away, although I know she’s there. I move to sit on the bed, my gaze shifting back and forth from the window to the door, and I flick my lighter faster, feeling the burn on the pad of my thumb but unable to stop. If I feel pain, then maybe it’ll coat the panic in my gut.

The door opens.

I hold my breath; I’m looking at the window.

“Get out,” she snaps. “I don’t want to even look at you.”

Shakily, I turn around, but she refuses to look at me. She’s standing aside, holding the door open.

“Leave, Malachi,” she continues, falling against the door, drained, her eyes red from tears. “Whatever we were doing is over. I want you to leave my room, and don’t ever come near me again.”

Fuck no.

I haven’t lied about anything, I sign, but she isn’t looking. It’s partially true. She came on my fingers in her sleep, and I’ve touched her more than the times she’s been conscious, but that’s not why she’s mad.

I go to her and snatch her chin to make her look at me, but she won’t look me in the eye.

“Can you please leave?” Her voice cracks. “You hurt me, and I can’t look at you.”

No. No, no, no. This isn’t happening. It can’t happen. I press my forehead into hers, silently begging her to stay with me, to keep me close while my palms hold her face in place. I try to kiss her, to show her how much she means to me and how I can’t fucking breathe without her, but her hand swipes at the air, slapping me across the face.

“Get the fuck out!”

I try to sign and tell her to let me explain that Anna is lying, but she grabs my hands to halt me. The backs of my eyes burn, a mixture of rage and heartbreak. I’m seconds from shackling her to the bed and forcing her to understand.

She pushes me, and from the force of her hands on my chest, I actually take a step back, unable to dodge the perfume bottle launched at me.

“Leave!”

I’m getting annoyed—Olivia is being erratic and fucking selfish. She can be mad at me, yell, hit me, but if she silences me one more time, I’m going to blow the fuck up.

Shaking my head, I go to her again. Let me fucking explain.

“Fuck you.” She slaps me again. “I hate you; do you understand that, you fucking freak? I hate you for tricking me. For manipulating me into doing things for you.”

Olivia called me a freak again. And manipulating? Is she being serious?

She’s been manipulating me since the day I fucking met her.

I didn’t do anything, I sign, but she grabs my fingers and twists them. I grit my teeth from the pain, but she keeps going, her eyes filled with a fire I plan on snuffing out when she eventually begs on her knees for hurting me, for not fucking listening to me.

She’ll calm down soon. Mason said to let her ride it out. For once, since I haven’t the slightest clue how to fix this, I’m going to take my friend’s advice.

Olivia shoves at my chest over and over again until I grab her and push her into the wall. I try to say her name. Actually say it—I can’t get the pronunciation or get the words out. I’m useless in this fight. I can’t sign because she either won’t look at me or grabs my hands; I can’t talk because I’m unable to actually do so. How do I win here?

She dodges under my arm and pulls the door handle.

“Go. Just… just go, Malachi. There’s nothing to resolve here.”

We were going to be each other’s firsts, I sign, finally getting her to look at me properly. If she’s done with her mood swing, I can get it out. We were—

She shakes her head, laughing as she leaves the bedroom. “I’m not a fucking virgin, Malachi. I haven’t been since I was sixteen!”

My hands fall to my side. Sixteen?

I already knew she wasn’t a virgin, that I didn’t get to be her first and only, but hearing it from her mouth is like being hit by a truck.

“And apparently neither are you!”

I’m not a liar, I sign desperately. Believe me.

“I’ll never believe you again.”

The only thing I have left to do is force her to believe me. My least favorite way, from all the scenarios in my head, but I fist her hair and turn her to face me, then crush my mouth to hers in a last-ditch attempt to win her over.

She slaps my chest, fighting me while I kiss her harder, keeping her against the wall as I snake my arm at the small of her back. Slowly, I can feel her giving in.

Her body relaxes even as her nails sink into my cheek and rip downwards. The searing pain has me hissing into her mouth, catching her thigh when she attempts to knee me in the balls.

I bracket it to my hip, my chest tightening when Olivia gives in and starts kissing me back nearly as desperately as I’m kissing her.

We both need this.

She needs to move her hips to rock against my hardening cock. She needs me to nip and bite and suck on her tongue while she hums in pleasure into my mouth. As my hands slide down to grab at her ass, she grinds against me.

“I hate you,” she pants as she bites my lip, hard enough to make me flinch. She pulls back to look at me, a tear sliding down her cheek that I lick away, then I drop my head to suck her pulse hard enough to leave a mark.

I silently groan against her throat as she wraps her fingers around my cock. Her grip is tight, the strokes forceful, but I seem to enjoy the pain as I thrust into her hand while I palm her ass.

Olivia releases me, eases me back, then drops to her knees. She tugs down my combats, looking up at me as she wraps her fingers around my dick again.

This isn’t exactly what I intended when I kissed her—I wanted her to calm down, to sit with me until I explained everything. I need her to know what she means to me. How much I’m in love with her and how my entire world revolves around her. But the way she’s looking up at me with the head of my cock inches from her mouth, I suppose I can wait till we’ve finished our fuck around.

But then she talks.

“I hope when you see others on their knees for you, you see me, your innocent baby sister, with your cock in her mouth. I hope when I’m out of your life, you miss this sight, because as soon as you finish down my throat and I swallow all your big brotherly cum, you’re going to pack all your shit and leave.”

Gulping, my hand goes to the wall above her head.

“Do you understand?”

Not even slightly. If she tries to run, I’ll find a way to keep her. She’ll be locked in a box next to Spikey.

Her nails sink into the flesh of my dick, and fuck, does it make me twitch and need her to keep going. I love her more than life, but the way she tries to overpower me is adorable, and a total turn-on.

I need to remind her who’s the dominant one in our relationship. I might be weak for this girl, but I can have all the control too. I grab her hair with both hands and prove just that as I thrust my cock into her mouth, gagging her.

I hammer into her throat, not giving her a second to breathe until my forehead presses to the wall, my chest heaving to fill my lungs. Her eyes are watering from choking on her big brother’s cock, and I wish I had my phone on me so I could take a picture of the sight.

But I refuse to come in her mouth. I need to be inside her—if she truly thinks this is us done, I need to fuck her and prove it’s not. When she realizes that I can make her feel better than anyone else who’s been inside her, she might give in.

She might choose me.

The way she’s glaring up at me from her knees, a wet string of drool from my dick to her lips… My mouth waters; I need more drool all over her pretty lips. The act happens before I can think, and I spit on her face.

“What the f—”

Cutting her off, I shove her to her back and come down on her and kiss her again. It’s deep, definitely controlling, and she gasps to push me off yet whimpers as I thrust my cock against her jeans.

I remove her jeans and throw them behind me, not paying attention to where they land. I’m going to make her feel good. I need her to come, to cuddle me in bed to scare away the unwanted feelings creeping all over me like spiders, and tell me that I’m hers and she’s mine. I need it all. And I need it now.

Tell me you’re in love with me, little sister.

“No,” she grits out, and rage washes over me so hard, my fist drives into the marble next to her head.

Say you love me. Say you feel the fucking same way I do about you!

“I don’t love you, Malachi. I could never love someone like you.”

She might as well have shot me in the heart, or fucked someone in front of me, because it hurts more than any bike crash I’ve ever had.

I’ve never been enough. Not for my bio-parents, my adoptive parents, not even the sister I fell in love with.

Because I can’t talk? Because I can’t tell you how fucking breathtaking you are every second of every day? Because I can’t breathe without being near you? Someone like me… I’m different—I can’t be normal for you. I can’t defend you without using my fists or my bat, and I can’t touch you at the same time as telling you that you’re everything to me. I can’t whisper sweet nothings into your mouth, and I can’t fucking marry you because not only am I your brother, but I’m defective.

My eyes burn as I sit up on top of her. Everything spills out. Everything.

Believe me or don’t, but you’re the only person in my life, and you always have been. And when you take your last breath, or I take mine, that won’t fucking change. You. Are. Mine. My goddamn property, do you understand?

She’s silent for far too long. Then she lets out a soft cry, as if the information is breaking her heart more than I’m dying deep down.

“You can’t even feel love, so everything you’re saying is another lie.”

She covers her face and sobs into her hands.

As if she knows it’s true, and I’ve yet to figure out that we’d never have a chance at a happy ending. I’m too fucked up. Too weird. Too much of a freak. I’ll never make her happy. Not because I’m a Vize or because I can’t talk. I’m just… not enough to be chosen.

I love you too much to walk away, Olivia, I sign then tap her arm because she’s not looking.

All she’s doing is crying, and I have no idea what to do.

My breaths shake as I do the only thing I know she’ll like. The only thing to put her mind at ease. I shift on top of her, lower myself to between her legs, and drag my tongue over her pussy.

Without moving her hands, she moans while I slide my tongue over her entrance, circling her clit, pulling back to spit on it and suck on her lips. I part her with my thumbs, my eyes on her covered face as I drive my tongue into her entrance and devour her. I push her legs apart, and her whimpers grow louder.

“Oh God. You’re going to make me come, Malachi. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cries, her words pushing me to keep tonguing her pussy, licking her clit, trapping it between my teeth as I slide my fingers back to her ass. I don’t let her adjust. I don’t even give her a warning—I push a finger inside the tightness of her hole as I thrust two fingers inside her pussy, and fuck her in both ways with her clit throbbing against my tongue.

“Angel?”

Ignoring my dad’s voice—because I’m far too deep into this and need her to finish—I pull my fingers free and grip her thighs while she soaks my face.

She’s grinding against my mouth despite whispering, “Daddy?”

I can hear footsteps, and then my father’s voice is bellowing. “Malachi!”

He tries to pull me off, but I’d rather die than break this connection we have. I don’t care that our father caught us, or that he’s gripping my shoulders and tugging me, dragging both me and Olivia across the floor. My mouth sucks on her clit harder, and I hear Olivia moan.

Her taste is on my tongue as her orgasm starts to flush through her. But before I can finish her off, Dad manages to pull me away from her, a fist smashing into my face so hard, I see dark spots.

This asshole.

Warm liquid leaks from my nose as I grab Dad by the jaw and spit Olivia’s juices in his face.

Your daughter tastes fucking delicious, I sign, regretting he can now taste her as well. Too bad she’s all mine.

Dad wipes his face with a look of revulsion. “You disgusting piece of shit!”

He launches himself at me, and everything I’ve been holding in erupts from my mind—like a dark storm soaking me in nothing but evil. Like I know this is it. It’s all over. I’m about to lose everything.

The second my fist drives into my dad’s face, I feel it happen. The mental slip. The void drawing me in. I try to stop hitting him, but I can’t. I want to tell him that he needs to get the fuck away from me, that I can’t control the darkness taking over me, to shoot me if he can.

Despite the internal war with my demons, all I can do is hit him harder while my sister cries for me to stop.

But then…

Everything within me snaps completely.

The void in my mind grows.

Dragging me down until I’m trapped.