Jenny Girl Ch. 01

"Please just tell me. I need the truth."

He groaned low and soft, "You're going to kill me." He drew her fingers into his mouth. She tasted of girl and desire, heady, subtle and rich. He licked her fingers clean and had to wait a heartbeat with the backs of her fingers against his lips before he could speak. "Jen, you taste good in a way that makes me ache for you. I want to fuck you. And if you don't leave my room Jen, I am going to fuck you. " He brushed his lips across the backs of her fingers, "I don't care if I go to hell for it, I will be inside you again, and soon."

"Are you that horny?" She asked him wide eyed.

"No Jenny, you taste that good."

She smiled then. Shining and youthful with girlish pride. She looked into his face and then down to his turgid cock, slowly sobering. He wasn't kidding, he wasn't flattering her. When she shakily stood and stepped back, he let go of her hand. He wanted to bite down on her fingers, consume her wrist, eat her whole and it must have shown in his face because she backed toward the door. She left his room in a flurry of flustered pink. He lay back on the bed, one arm throw across his face. Holy Christ, he had almost fucked his sister.