Mine Now

It was the weekend. To be more precise, Saturday. I had a lot of things on my mind already. Usually, I would think about it, solve it, and move on. But this one? Fuck. This one was something I knew I could never get out of my head. 

When I first saw the mailman slipping the mail from under my door, it was unusual. I never receive any. So, leaving my hot cup of coffee on the table,I picked it up, sat back and ripped open the top of the envelope in my hands.

Only to find my worst nightmare finally come true. As the letter was my sister. 

Dear Amy. 

This is your sister, Alicia, and I know things between us haven’t been the best since the past few years. I don’t blame you. But in my eyes, you’re still the only family that I have left. The only blood relation I can ask to give me away. 

Yes, Eric, and I are getting married this week. I completely understand if you don’t want to come. Given our differences, no one would, even if it were a friend of mine on the other side. 

But you’re still my sister, Ams. And I would love for you to come celebrate this occasion with me. After all, you’re the only sis I have left. Consider it. 

Xoxo. 

Love, 

Alicia

Anger? No. Rage? Such a small word. I was just ‘come close to me and you’ll know how perfectly I rip someone’s head off’, screwed up by reading this wedding invitation. 

How could I even think of attending her wedding? After that screwed up psycho bitch stole my boyfriend from me? That is the reason why we were on bad terms. This is exactly why I had to move out of there and ghost for all these years. She didn’t even consider knowing where I moved or if I was okay until she accidently found out about me through a common friend. 

But she never initiated herself, she didn’t. Never. Maybe she was still busy slipping her tongue down my ex boyfriend’s throat. That fucking bitch! 

How could I face them after what they did to me? How would I possibly look after this ‘occasion’ and celebrate it with my ‘so-called-lovable-sister’ happily? Is she for real?! 

Anger flushed, and of course, the only thing I did next was rip the invitation and scattered the pieces away.

“What the hell am I going to do?!” I think to myself while I settle my head on both my hands, feeling more than frustrated. 

But, in that moment of desperate need to kill someone, a piece of paper settled down on the table. I picked it up, read it. It was that part of the paper where she wrote, ‘You’re still my sister’.

Fuck this. I can’t believe I’m actually considering this. Thinking about nothing, I finished up my ‘now cold’ coffee, went to the living room and sat on the couch, with my laptop in my hands. I opened mail and wrote my heart out.

Letting my sister know that I’ll be coming. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen, right?

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Two days went by, and I flew from California to San Francisco. I knew if I were to attend this ceremony, I might as well have something out of it for my benefit. I knew I’ll be meeting him at some point, so I made sure that my image of still being the hottest one stays in his mind. 

Before coming here, I went shopping. A lot of dresses caught my eyes, but the one that I brought with me topped all of them. 

It was an off shoulder one piece ending at, in the middle of my thigh area.. It was sparkly, and beneath it, it had laced bra pads attached to it that flexed my boobs out. The dress itself was sexy. With that, I had a pair of high heels. I knew I was going to make everyone want to eat me out. 

I can’t believe it’s already been 5 years since I last saw either of them. My sister never tried contacting me after that day, but him? Ugh, I don’t think about how handsomely sexy he looked back then. The way his jet black hair covered the side of his face. Those crystal blue galaxies are what we call eyes. And those perfectly soft lips.

Fuck, why am I getting wet thinking about him now? I need to control my emotions. And before I knew it, the day of the wedding came. I knew it was a joyous occasion for a lot of people but me, But..something messed up, played with my mind. An emotion that grew stronger in me since I landed here. 

It was nothing but a thought of him. How could I not? Our days back then were more than just teenage love. It was sweet, genuine, not to mention the raw animalistic sex we had every time we saw each other. The way his hips would move. The way he would spank me while he fucked me from behind. Not to mention the way he held my neck whenever he wanted to punish me for something.

Fuck, those were the days when I last felt alive. Thinking about him, I feel something liquid between my thighs. I snapped out of my thoughts and realized we were in the middle of the wedding and I was sitting in the hall waiting for the bride and the groom to enter with the guests all around me.

Eric was there, holding my sister’s arm in his, waving, smiling and passing this devilish look. His eyes landed on mine from across the hall, and they never left. He was exactly the same as he used to be. 

That perfect built up body, those muscles too big for his outfit. His neck, where I would leave bite marks, like a trail towards his chests and down to his lower belly. 

Not only that, the way he used to hold me close and fuck me right, sometimes in the kitchen, the bathroom. Not to mention the backseats of our car. 

I couldn't forget about how he used to come up from behind me, and reached down to grab one of my butt cheeks, squeezing them. And afterwards, he’d bring his lips to my neck, mimicking the way I would leave trail marks of love bites. 

His other hand would wrap about my waist, holding down my other breast. The tension between us was so juicy, that everytime he touched me, fingered me while standing me up straight or right after bending me down, I would always lean onto him.

“Amy! I’m glad you could make it,” I could hear my sister talking to me, thanking me for coming here. And I could see how good Jackson was looking. His shirt’s top two buttons were open. His chest was exposed, and his eyes. 

His eyes were not meeting mine, but down to my pumped cleavage. He was staring at them as if he wanted to grab and eat them, bite them and don’t stop until I scream through the pain and pleasure.

The intoxication wasn’t helping at all.

‘Oh no, Amy. Control yourself. You can’t feel what you felt back then. He’s about to get married to my sister, for god’s sake!’ And that was the moment when my eyes went from his beige lips towards his manhood.

He was…erect. I couldn’t help but stare at it, and imagine how it felt back then. 

“I’m glad to be here, congratulations,” I smiled, and my eyes diverted onto him again. He stared down at me, eyes fixed. To tease me, or play with me, he brushed his thumb onto his lower lip, indicating the only thing that I knew. 

This was his way of telling me he wants to fuck me, right here and right now. He licked his bottom lip afterwards, making me do the same.

I felt my pussy was dripping through my dress, so I quickly excused myself and went straight towards the utility room.

I closed the door behind and made sure no one was around, before I leaned against the counter and cursed myself. “Damn you, Amy. Hold your shit!”

There, I saw the wedding cake carefully placed with two fake dolls on top. Obviously, those figures presented my sister and her ‘Soon-to-be-Husband’

Just when I was about to grab a pair of napkins and get myself together, the door swung open and..here he came.

“What the..Eric?” I spun around instantly. And the first thing I watched was him leaning against the wall, hands in his pocket and gazing at me, almost eating me through his eyes. It was intense.

“I..” I was about to say something, but he cut me short.

“You sure look sexy in that dress of yours, Amy” He says, gazing down at my breasts.. And fuck me! My womanhood exploded right after I heard his voice. His deep, taunting voice.. I felt something dripping down. But before I could reach my thigh, I crossed my legs.

“I-“ I chuckled, and finally said it out loud, trying to change the subject. “Shouldn’t you be out there with your guests?” I say as I watch him lick his lips again. His body language was changing quickly. Our breaths were growing heavier by the second. 

“I’d rather be here with you,” he spoke in that growing, manly, deep voice again.

“W-What?” I questioned. 

Before I could continue, he walked over to me, and took out a cherry that was on top of their wedding cake. He slipped, and clutched his teeth to divide it in half. 

He gulped the first half, taking the second one to my shoulder, and driving it down to my fingers. 

“You’re dirty,” He spoke again, and he lifted up that arm, sliding and clearing the trail that was left behind by the other half of the cherry. I couldn’t help but let out a passionate moan. 

I gulped, not actually believing what was happening. The tension rose, and I tried diverting his eyes, but he leaned in more. With the cherry in his mouth, he grabbed my face harshly, which made my lips depart. 

And before I knew, he brought his lips to mine, making me have a taste of him. His body launched strongly at me now.

I could feel his cock on my lower stomach. He was hard. So. Fucking. Hard. It made me drool through my mouth.

“What are you-“

Before I could finish off the sentence, he slipped his fingers through my panties and cupped my dripping lips between my thighs.

“Ah, fuck!” I moaned lightly as he passed that smile to me again. He leaned in on my ear and whispered.

“This pussy is still as tight as I remember it was.”

My hunger for him grew rapidly and became more aggressive. So, I gave in to him, and wrapped my arms around his neck. But before I could even make contact, he grabbed both of them, threw me down on the table and pinned my hands there. 

“If your hands come up here, there’s gonna be hell for you, Amy. Will you be moving your hands?!” 

I knew I shouldn’t obey him. But my pussy said otherwise. I nodded, and that is when he ripped my skinny dress from behind, exposing my round bottom cheeks. 

As soon as my ass was flaunted, he grabbed both my buttcheeks, spanked me, leaving a hand mark on both of them before he squeezed and spread them away, revealing my drooling clit.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, Amy! And I’m going to make you come on me until your legs shake like they used to!” He roared before I could respond or react. 

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned, as I instantly heard him taking off his belt. I tried looking back, but I knew, if I do so, there will be hell for me. 

He finished undressing himself, as he grabbed my neck from behind, still pinning me down on the table. 

“You’re mine now, Amy. You’re absolutely whole mine to fuck!” He roared again when suddenly I felt something cold on my ass. Figuring instantly, I knew it was a small piece of cake he was using to eat and bite me. 

The first two stuck to each one of my butt, and the third went straight on my clit. The coldness made me shiver and goosebumps started to emerge throughout my body.