Garden of Sins

She’s wet.

She loves this.

Shakily, she inhales and I know Caden has fucked her sore, but that doesn’t stop me. Quite the opposite. He knows I love this. As she whimpers, I moan and pull my dick out of my shorts.

“I just can’t get enough of you, baby.” I lower myself like Caden would and slide my tip along her. “And now I want to fuck you, so shut the fuck up. All I want to hear from you is your moaning, understand?”

“Oh, my God!” she whispers and claws my shoulder as I slide into her. Moaning, she throws her head back and I know it is with pain and delight. Fuck, her pussy is fucking heaven.

Her panties bother me so I tear them off her body. Startled, she gasps and I fuck her hard and recklessly, enjoying the sounds she makes. I know my brother is watching – he often does – which is why I ca

I want her deeper, so I set her on her feet and turn her around. By her neck, I push Alayna forward against the tree. Her cheek is now rubbing the rough bark. I slap her ass before I push into her and fuck her for a few strokes until I almost come. She stretches her ass towards me and I hold it down with my hands. I don’t like it when she tries to take control. With one hand, I grab her throat and feel her swallowing. She freezes for a moment. I bend forward. “Is something wrong, Alayna?” I whisper in her ear.

Over her shoulder, she looks me straight in the eyes and whispers, “Carter?”

SHIT, I think to myself. I freeze too and suddenly, I can’t breathe. No one ever noticed unless we wanted them to. Fuck, does she know now? Is our game blown?

“I’m not Carter. Shut up, Alayna.”

Fuck! For a moment, uncertainty flickers in her eyes, but I just grab her by the neck, push her back to the front. Then there is no stopping me and I come inside her because I am too intoxicated. During this, I massage her pleasure point so that she also explodes and her muscles contract tightly around me.

Breathless, I lean my forehead against the back of her head. Inside me, chaos is raging. Does she understand now?

I slowly withdraw from Alayna and pull up my boxer shorts. I am prepared for the worst. Breathing heavily, she turns and slides down the tree until she sits on the ground, gropes for her shirt, and slips it on. Out of the corner of my eye, I glance at Caden’s silhouette in the window and then back down at her. We are a little obscured by the branches of the weeping willow.

Alayna raises her gaze to me, which feels like an eternity.

Then she swallows.

“Carter?” she asks again. Now I have to think about what to do. Think hard and do not do Carter.

“Why are you constantly asking that?” I ask, my heart pounding wildly, and crouch down in front of her. That’s what Caden would do right now.

“Don’t toy with me, Carter. I know it’s you,” she says with uncertainty in her voice as if testing me.

I snort. “Do you want to fuck Carter? Why else would you keep saying that? Are you kidding me?” Caden would be furious if it were what she thinks it is and the way it actually is. Anyway, whatever. I can’t let it get to me.

“Exactly where and when did we meet?” she asks a bit breathlessly.

“At the Blue Rabbit. You were waiting tables in black clothes and a white apron. Your hair was tied back and I imagined pulling you down by your ponytail so you could give me a blowjob.” I know this because Caden tells me everything and we have to coordinate. As I said, we perfected this over four years.

“What was the name of my first cat?” Alayna continues unmoved. So combative. It’s almost sweet.

“Clyde had his right ear bitten off. He was a Persian that nobody wanted because his face was really ugly.” Still searching, her gaze wanders over my face and I hold it unmoved like Caden always does. As if I didn’t care at all and as if I had the knowledge of the whole world inside me.

“What were you whispering in my ear just now in the guest room?” Alayna seems so confident of victory and I’m screwed. It’s getting hot and I have to guess. I don’t like guessing. But what could Caden have told her? I know my brother. Tonight, he was incredibly possessive, so very different than usual. He was screwing her for a long time to mark his territory. So, my guess... I guess. Fuck, I guess.

“You’re mine,” I say as casually as possible. All that’s missing is me casually throwing a jacket over my shoulder. My balls are shrinking in size.

Relief enters her features and I try not to let mine show. So, I got it right. God. Fuck, that was closer than ever.

When did he start saying that to women? He usually isn’t so possessive.

She’s starting to apologize. I see it in her face and I’m trying not to roll my eyes. “I’m sorry, baby, but my brain’s been acting strange lately. Besides, he always looks at me so fu

“It’s okay, baby girl,” I sigh patronizingly and brush a strand behind her ear. “Your ass is still mine!”

Okay, it’s okay again. Phew!