Siblings Don't F*ck
1242 Words
Chapter 9.
Amelia’s eyes widened as they met with the naked chest of Maximo. She gulped down nothing, heat streaming down her p***y. How could he be the same man her father was talking about?
“Hello, Mr. Austin,” Maximo called, rising to his feet.
“Hello, Mr. Maximo. Thank you so much for granting my wish.” He bowed softly, and Maximo smiled, casting Amelia a soft look. It was flirtatious, and it did well by making her inner core churn.
“It’s nothing, Mr. Austin. You have done a lot for me and my family—this is the only way to express my gratitude,” he replied, taking his gaze from Amelia back to Mr. Austin.
“Meet my daughter, Amelia. Amelia, meet Mr. Maximo, an old friend’s son.” Her father introduced them, unaware that the two s****l perverts were already waiting for his dismissal so they could dive back into where they last stopped.
Amelia stretched her hand forward for a handshake, but he pulled her closer instead, slamming her heavy boobs against his chest—more like a friendly hug.
“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Amelia.” His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “I’m going to make you moan my name.”
Amelia felt her knees buckle. She flashed him a smile and gave him a gentle reply.
“Thanks for having me here.”
“Always welcome.”
“Kate.” His voice was calm and collected.
“Yes, sir.” The maid rushed forward, bowing to him. Amelia noted that there were so many guards patrolling the mansion, and numerous maids walked around. The one holding his cup of juice was different from the one pulling away his clothes when they walked in. She wondered how they managed to stay composed with him in this state.
“Take Amelia upstairs to the room next to mine.”
“Yes, my lord.” She bowed and took the box. Amelia tried to follow, but he held her hand.
“You don’t have to go with her, pretty. You’ll need an elevator for that.”
Amelia’s eyes widened as she stared at the curly staircase that covered over four stories. She gulped down nothing as his fingers caressed her inner palm, sending streaks of chills into her veins.
She pulled her hand away and flashed him a soft smile. He was being a flirt while her father was still here.
“I should get going now, Mr. Maximo. Please take care of Amelia like a younger sister.”
Those words resounded in Maximo’s head, but he managed to nod. Siblings should know how each other tastes, his mind whispered.
Mr. Austin turned to Amelia.
“Be a good girl, Amelia, and take Mr. Maximo here as your big brother. Do not go against his will, okay?”
Amelia nodded, trying to push the thoughts of his huge c**k away from her head.
How could she treat him like a big brother when she had already had a taste of him?
“I won’t stay longer than five months, okay? Keep your grades up and be Daddy’s good girl.”
Her father mumbled, pulling her into a hug. But Amelia could not accept those words as innocently as her father meant them. It somehow reminded her that she was Maximo’s good girl, and he was her Daddy—the one planning to make her obedient the other day.
After a long minute of hugging, Amelia pulled away and pecked her dad on the cheek.
“I’ll ask my man to drop you at the airport.”
“Oh, Mr. Maximo, you really don’t have to.”
“I insist.”
His reply was final, and Mr. Austin knew from his tone. He made a small bow, and Maximo nodded. Mr. Austin stared at Amelia once more before walking away.
Maximo turned to Amelia after her father was fully out of sight. He stared at her and smiled, the look on his face sending shivers down her spine.
“Maids.” His voice was calm as he summoned them, his eyes still on Amelia.
Not a second passed before they all walked in, falling to their knees. It was a privilege to be in the living room of the almighty El Maximo.
Amelia watched in awe as they all bowed with fear clearly embedded in their eyes.
“Amelia is my guest, and I need you all to treat her accordingly. I will not tolerate any form of disrespect toward her. You all know your heads would be rolling on the floor if any of you defy my order.”
“Yes, my lord,” they all chorused and turned to Amelia.
“Welcome, Miss Amelia.”
Amelia forced a smile at them, the entire scene making her extremely nervous and shy.
“You may all leave.”
His voice had a scary and intimidating undertone, and it carried power without a single effort.
Amelia’s heart jolted as she realized she was now alone with him.
He took a step closer, and Amelia’s stomach tightened as his chest heaved. His eyes were filled with lust, and Amelia craved nothing other than to moan under his hard thrusts.
“I’ll show you to your room,” Maximo muttered, leading her to the elevator.
“Why do I have to stay in the room next to yours?” Amelia asked as they got closer to the elevator.
His steps halted, and he turned to stare at her.
“For safety purposes.”
Amelia nodded, wondering how possible it was for any danger to break into his heavily guarded mansion. However, she accepted without protest, even though it was obvious this arrangement had nothing to do with security and everything to do with what they both wanted.
He pressed a few numbers on the elevator panel, and the doors slid open. She stepped in right after him.
“Claustrophobic?” he asked as soon as the doors closed.
Amelia shook her head.
“Megalophobic,” she replied, and he nodded calmly.
The rest of the ride was silent. Amelia wrapped her arms around herself, wild thoughts of him swimming through her mind.
The elevator doors opened a minute later, and Amelia stepped out, Maximo following suit.
He checked left and right and found no guards nearby. His hand immediately gripped Amelia’s arm, and he slammed her back seductively against the nearby wall. His nose brushed against hers while one hand lifted her leg to his waist.
Amelia’s heart jolted as he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on her neck.
“Your father wants me to treat you like a sister. Tell me, do siblings f**k?”
His voice was raspy yet barely above a whisper as he uttered those words, trailing his nose along the nape of her neck. His other hand crawled over her thighs to her ass.
Amelia’s breath hitched at the sensation washing through her body from his touch. She stared at him with so much lust embedded in her eyes, her hands clutching his neck.
“Siblings do f**k, Hardcore. Take me as your unbiological sister.”
Amelia could barely comprehend what she said, but she liked how it sounded—and the effect it had on him.
The soft groan from his undertone and the slight throw of his head backward made her moist p***y crave his d**k.
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