Page 10 of Formaldehyde

Alina lifts her hands and places them over mine. “Ethan, I do–”

“No. You don’t. You’re lying and I told you not to lie to me!” I drop her face and step away like her touch alone has burned straight through me. I need space to breathe because I fear the closer she is to me, the more I’m going to suffocate. Being in her orbit is enough to kill me off.

Silence fills the room and with soft steps, Alina closes the gap between us. “Ethan, listen to me.” Her words feel like soft rain on my heated skin and I allow her to place her hand on my face. Her thumb brushes over my top lip and I can feel her smearing the paint away, revealing my toxic insides to her.

Unmasking the devil that stands before her.

“I love you. I love you more than you’ll ever know. Sometimes my feelings for you are far stronger than I can handle and I don’t know what to do with them. I’m scared of what people will think, and if that makes me a coward, then so be it. But..” She pauses and I stand frozen, frightened of what her next words will be.

“I’m more scared of losing you. I’d die if you weren’t in my life.”

I can feel the tears brimming in my eyes, but before they can fall I shove them back and pull her closer to me with force. The bond between us explodes to life and electricity like a livewire thrums through my veins at our close proximity. Chest to chest our hearts beat as one and I know she can feel it too. The way her breath hitches when I run the palm of my hand down her spine towards her perfect hips, and my other plunges into her icy hair.

I’m ready to throw everything away for her. To give up the life I know to have her, to keep her for myself.

“I know, somewhere deep down, that what we have between us is wrong, but for the love of God, Alina. I can’t find an ounce of fucking care inside of me to fight it.”

Right before my eyes, something switches inside of her, like she can finally understand what I’m saying. Her hands slip from my face and she trails the ink on my neck with the pads of her fingers, gently.. softly and I shudder at the contact. With agonizing slowness, she unzips the jacket I’m wearing and begins to push it off my shoulders and I allow it, inch by inch my arms are revealed then she continues her path over my skin. Tracing the ink and veins that cover me.

“What do you want from me, little sister?” I murmur, keeping a firm gaze on her in fear that she’ll just disappear before my eyes. Once she’s removed my jacket, she slips her fingers underneath the t-shirt and my abdomen flexes at the whisper of her touch.

Alina’s gaze reaches mine and in that moment, everything stops. The world no longer spins, the chaos downstairs is silent and all that matters is her. “I want you to touch me, big brother. In all the wrong ways.”

There it is. The words I’ve been so fucking desperate to hear.

I plunge my hands into her hair and grip the roots tightly.

“Fuck it.” I murmur, then slam my lips onto hers.

This is it.

Everything about this moment is right. The way my little sister is practically yanking my soul out of me. The way her hair feels between my fingers as I angle her face to deepen the kiss.

It’s all right.

Our teeth clash together in a frenzy, like we’ve both been starving for each other, and maybe we have. The tension between us has been electric for years and now it’s finally ready to explode into a million pieces.

Alina plunges her fingers into my hair and yanks at the roots tightly, causing me to groan into her mouth in pleasure. Apple bursts in my mouth every time our tongues brush over one another's and I’m desperate to keep tasting it, but I want more from her. If this is the only chance we’ll get, I’m making it worth our while.

Gripping the back of her head, I break the kiss and she whimpers at the loss.

“What are you doing?” She pants. Her eyes are filled with confusion but I quickly shut down any doubt she has in her mind and tip my head towards her neck where I plant soft kisses in between nipping at the tender flesh. With each bite she moans and a devilish grin pulls at my mouth. It’d be so easy to sink my teeth into her carotid artery, to feel her veins and blood vessels tangle around my teeth. To taste every single inch of her.

Once I reach her jaw, I take her lobe into my ear and bite down to test her reaction. I half expected her to scream or push me away, but instead she moans loudly, her head tipping towards the ceiling. I swirl my tongue over the abused skin then trace the shell of her ear. With every swipe, she shudders in my hold and grinds her wet pussy against my thigh.

“Ethan.. please.” My sister’s voice is breathy and desperate.

Lifting my left hand from her hip, I trail it up her stomach, over her round tits until I reach her face, then with force I grab her jaw and angle her face away from me to whisper into her ear.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you beg for me, little sister. I bet your pussy is soaked.”

Alina grinds against my thigh again just to prove a point and I nip at her skin again, leaving red marks to bloom across her jaw. “If I dipped my hand inside that flimsy underwear you always wear, will I find your cunt wet for me?”

“God, yes! Please.. don’t leave me waiting like this.” She grits through her teeth in frustration and a deep chuckle breaks through my vocal cords at her torment.

“I love when you say my name, little sister.”

Keeping her face in my grip, I turn her towards me. A perfect shade of pink flushes across her cheeks and chest from my hard stare and I fucking love it.