Love Pill – Part 14 [1/2]

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**Chapter 14**

Deja vu.

We were back in the elevator, standing close, gazes hot on each other like we wanted to strip down and deprave our bodies into forbidden lust.

We would. We just had to exercise patience for five more excruciatingly long minutes.

I stared at my panting reflection in the mirror. My blue eyes were hooded over, just like Ava’s, and my lips were parted, wet from our steamy make-out session back in the car. Ava had jumped me as soon as I parked the BMW.

She was a fucking animal. If I thought my lust for my little sister was insane, Ava had this bottomless pit of sexual energy charged into her. All she wanted to do was to fuck, fuck, and fuck.

My sister made the first move. She stepped forward, pressing her ample curves into me, her hot breaths tickling my neck.

“Tell me…” She ran her thumb up and down my shorts, stroking my erection, causing me to groan and drop the black plastic bag containing all the sex toys we had purchased. ”… exactly how are you going to fuck me again. Remind me how Master wants to fuck his little sister.”

“Jesus, Ava.” I closed my eyes as she ran her tongue along a throbbing vein on my neck, her heady scent filling me up. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t fucking know.”

“But you’re going to fuck me hard, right?” She sucked on a tender spot, her lips so fucking soft. “And you’re going to last all night shooting your yummy cum into me over and over and…” she moaned, a low, erotic sound that had my thighs trembling. “… over?”

“Ava.” I circled her hips and squeezed her ass with my palms. They felt especially full after her workout. “You’re a sex fiend.”

Don’t get me wrong. Fucking Ava was the absolute pinnacle of pleasure, the undisputed highlight of my life. It was filthy, addicting, and everything wrong.

But having a hot little sister who demanded to continue after you were completely spent, on the verge of passing out, not a single sperm left in your tank… I was getting a bit worried for her.

Ava was smaller than me, but it seemed like my sister had ten times the cardio.

“I told you, big bro.” Her lips grazed up my chin, and she sank her teeth into my bottom lip. “I warned you about my sex drive.”

“You want to fuck throughout the night again? Even though you are sore?”

“Don’t be a baby.” She broke our connection and took a step back, her blues flickering between my left and right, a cute frown manning her perfect features. “It’s just a little soreness. So what? Just don’t fuck me in the ass and I’ll be fine.” She tilted her head. “Why are you asking me these questions? Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“Of course I do. Just look at how erect I am.”

Her eyes flickered down to my pants, and the edges of her full pink lips twitched upward.

Before Ava could say anything, the elevator doors peeled open, and we were being stared at by two guys our age. Well, they were gawking at Ava.

Thank fucking god there was space between us, and they did not catch us making out—or worse.

One of the guys—the older looking one—coughed into his fist once, then stepped inside the lift with us. His friend followed behind him and the doors squeezed back shut.

I took a sideward step to block the view of the black bag full of sex toys, but they weren’t paying any attention to me.

The older one coughed into his fist again and glanced at my sister. “So, uh, you, uh… you’re Ava, right?”

Ava stared straight ahead.

Damn. I forgot how cold she could be.

“I follow you on Instagram,” he continued, shuffling his feet. “You have… like, nice pictures. Who’s your photographer?” He let out an awkward laugh. “If you don’t have one, I have some photography experience. I could help you. Free of charge.”

Silence.

He coughed. His friend shuffled his feet.

The awkward moment was finally relieved when we went up a couple more floors. The doors slid open, and Ava immediately walked out, leaving a sweet trail of perfume.

Grabbing the bag, I followed my sister, trying to catch up with her pace.

“You should have said something,” Ava told me when I caught up to her.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m yours, right?” She stopped and jabbed a manicured nail at my chest. “Stake your claim. Don’t just let guys hit on me. I thought you’re possessive, Aaron. What happened?”

Fuck, she was right. And seeing her talk like that, straight up admitting that she was mine…

“Sorry.” I rubbed a hand up and down her sides, feeling up her amazing curves. Her annoyance dissipated at my touch and she moaned low.

“Next time I will,” I told my sister. “But they live in the same building as us. If they knew who you are, they might know about me, too.”

“Just a simple ‘don’t hit on my sister’ would do,” Ava whispered, placing her palm over mine and taking a quick glance around, confirming we were alone.

She stepped closer, and I moved my hand to her ass, gripping her hard. “You want to be my Master? Act like my Master. I can’t submit to a boy. You’re not a boy anymore, aren’t you?”

“No.” I moved my palm away from her ass and took her hand in mine, leading her through the hallway, towards our door.

“Come on.” I was leaking so much fucking pre-cum from feeling her up and hearing her talk like that, I just wanted to lock ourselves in her bedroom and unleash all my frustrations into her tight, warm pussy. Asap. “Let’s get to bed.”

***

Unfortunately, Ava’s bed wasn’t our first destination.

My sister insisted on us taking a nice, warm shower first.

“You can fuck me in the shower,” she said, trying to convince me, casually stripping off her clothes as if she had been doing it infront of me for years. “I can give you a blowjob there. Anything you want, you can have. Except for anal.”

“You said your body is mine to use, little sis. Your whole body. If I want anal, you get on all fours and beg me to take you there.”

“Mmm.” She was almost naked. Her cotton panties were left covering her most important bits. She slid the last garment off, and swayed on her feet, tits hard, pussy gleaming. “Fine. But you’re not going to fuck me in the ass tonight.”

“And why is that?”

“Because you love me. Do you want to see me crying in pain?”

My cock jerked up.

Maybe I do.

Ava took my hand and led me into her bathroom.

“How long until you recover?” I asked as she pulled up my shirt, clearing it off my head.

“My ass?”

“Yeah.”

“You should be able to fuck me there in a couple of days.” She raised a sexy eyebrow. “You really are an ass guy, aren’t you? What’s wrong with my tits?”

I stared at her breasts. “There’s nothing wrong with your tits.”

They were *gorgeous*. Perfect teardrops that didn’t have a hint of sag, sitting plump and upright on her chest.

The first time I saw her breasts, I was surprised at how large they were. They weren’t massive, but her teardrops were bigger than I had imagined. They were the perfect size to lay my head on, or fondle in my palms.

I raised a hand, grazing my thumb along her large areola, pinching a hard nipple. She gasped in surprise. “It’s perfect. But your ass… it’s just… something else.”

“If it’s perfect, then why aren’t you paying more attention to it? I hate that you only like my ass.”

I glanced back up, and she giggled.

“I’m just kidding.” She sighed and dropped to her knees, pulling my shorts down with her. “I… I don’t want to be difficult, Aaron. I want to be a good girl for you. I hate all our arguments. But please, love me the way I love you.”

With a last tug, she pulled down my boxers. My cock sprung out and Ava’s eyes widened at how wet I was. Another girly giggle burst out from her lips before she dipped forward and I felt her warm tongue eagerly lapping me up.

“Do…you want a blowjob, Master?” She dipped her voice low, pulling the words out in a seductive purr. She sucked on my tip, making me groan and leak out more for her, which my sister happily swallowed.

“No.” My voice was heavy and strained, my breathing staggered, my body throbbing with maddening need for the woman kneeling before me. “Get in the shower. I’ll fuck you against the wall.”

Ava jolted to her feet, then pulled me into her fancy glass enclosure, turning on the pink rainfall. She stood there, expecting me to make the first move.

“Come here,” I said, pulling her in, tilting her chin up and taking her eager lips into mine.

Soft mewls spilled from my sister the moment we made contact. And when I began sucking, she moaned and matched my intensity, her body going weak against mine.

God, Ava *loved* kissing.

And I admit. I loved it too. But there was one thing I liked better than tasting her vanilla.

“AH!” Ava gasped as I turned us around and slammed her into the wall. I lifted her right leg and held it against my hips. My sister bit into my lips, already anticipating what was about to happen next.

It came a second later.

I drove my hips forward and up, penetrating my little sister, stretching her open. She flexed around me tight and I moaned with her as heavenly warmth greeted me, pushing myself as deep as I could until my balls slammed into her hard.

“Yes!” Ava sobbed out, withdrawing from my lips to look at me with her piercing blues. “Oh my fucking god…”

“Ava…” I stroked the back of her head, taking off her hair band. Her damp hair drew down in waves, and I sucked in a breath at the sight of my sister with her pink hair down. “You’re so beautiful.”

“I love you,” she choked out, then gasped at a hard thrust in. She steadied herself against the wall, then drove her hips forward, meeting mine. “I fucking love you.”

Fuck! The sparks of pleasure firing up inside me were welling up fast. I slammed into her once again and the fiery sparks morphed into brutal jolts. I had to clench my jaw to stop myself from bursting.

“Ava, there’s… fuck… there’s nobody else in the world…” I shook my head, moving both my hands up to clutch her cheeks, nailing our gazes together. Blue on blue. “There’s nobody in the world I love more than you. You’re everything to me. Every-fucking-thing.”

“Same.” She sniffed. “I can’t live without you.”

Even through the droplets of water dripping down her face, I could see her tears leaking out, illuminated by the pink lights above us. We stared at each other, the silence only broken by the rhythmic wet slapping of flesh against flesh, the soft moans and grunts, the warm pelts of rain, the light thumping of my sister’s back against the glass wall.

I slammed into her again. Ava whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut and craning her neck up towards the ceiling.

“Close?” I gasped.

Instead of answering, she clutched around me tight. Her manicured nails dug into my back and she pulled herself forward, catching me by the lips and spilling out little whimpers for me to swallow.

“AARON!”

She orgasmed on a cry. Her pussy tightened even harder, her heated inner walls crushing me. The pressure inside me bolted to a searing pain because I was trying my best to fucking hold myself back, to prolong our shower sex.

I didn’t know why. We were just going to fuck again back in her bed, then after unloading maybe half a dozen more times into her, we would shower once more and I could ram my cock into her again and again.

“AH!” She bit down on my lips. Her scream. The pain. The shattering pleasure. Fucking everything caused the walls I had set up to come crashing down. I surrendered with a roar, spilling out hours of held back frustration, pouring hot waves straight into my sister’s fertile womb.

“Ava—SHIT!”

She was kissing me desperately, stroking my tongue with lush slides of her own, sucking my lips for dear life. I pumped into her, brutally slamming my cock into my sister’s body without a shred of thought or mercy.

Seconds melted into minutes. By the time I fizzled out, Ava was still going, kissing me like I was her lifeline, whimpering my name, telling me how much she loved me as she clenched and throbbed.

“That was…” My sister withdrew from my lips and I let go of her leg, taking a step back, giving my cock some air. Ava stumbled sideways, but I caught her before she was in any danger. She exhaled shakily. “Holy fuck.”

I dragged my gaze down her dripping wet body, filled with curves only men could dream of. Her pussy was pink and swollen, and I briefly wondered how raw she would be by the time we were done.

“You like what you see?”

“Yeah.” I nodded dumbly, not able to tear my eyes away from her tits and her two perky nipples. Maybe she was right. Maybe I should worship those teardrops just as much as her ass.

My sister pressed herself against me, resting her head against my shoulder. “Can I wash you?”

“Hmm?” I snapped into focus. “Wash me?”

“Mmm hmm.” God, just her whimpers alone could drive me insane. “You’re my Master. Let me wash and clean you.”

That sounded amazing.

I exhaled. “Okay.”

She planted a kiss on my neck. “Okay.”

It was more than amazing. Ava took one of her fancy body washes, lathered a squirt out, then ran her palms all over me, finishing the fantastic service by going down on her knees and deep throating me, swallowing every drop.

“Want me in a particular outfit tonight?” my sister asked as she was brushing her teeth, staring at my reflection in the vanity mirror.

I smiled and walked behind her. “Naked.”

“Are we going to use the toys?”

Oh, definitely.

“Yeah.” I felt up her teardrops. Ava set her electric toothbrush back down on the vanity and leaned back, moaning, allowing me to do whatever I wanted to her gorgeous body.

“Ava?”

“Oh…” Her breathing quickened, her lips slightly ajar as more moans spilled out, her nipples beaded so tight. “Shit…”

“Ava?” I repeated.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Go outside.” I pinched her nipple, and she whimpered, squirming in my grip. “Wait for me in bed.”

Her eyes were so glazed, it looked as if she was sleepwalking. She nodded. “Yes, Master.”

I released her, and she washed her mouth quickly before giving me a sexy wink and a smile, before walking out of the bathroom, swaying her hips.

I closed my eyes, my thoughts drifting to yesterday. Trying to dominate Ava last night was a challenge. I had to use every drop of my willpower to stand my ground and do something no one has done to my little sister before.

It could have ended badly. My sister could have laughed in my face—or hell, just walked away.

But I came to the realization that I had leverage. A big one. The love pill had accomplished its job—make my bratty sister fall deeply in love with me.

What she didn’t know was that she held the same amount of power over me.

I loved Ava my whole life. But no one knew my feelings for her grew to more than just siblings.The first bit of spark came during puberty, when I recognized how beautiful women could be—and how obvious my sister stood above every other girl.

I didn’t bluff that night when I told her ‘no’. But I sure as hell would wallow in a pit of depression if she walked out.

But finally, for the first time in my life, things were going my way. Ava almost walked out. But she didn’t. She chose her love for me over her own ego. A first for her.

She wanted this new relationship of ours to work. I wanted it to flourish.

I shouldn’t push my sister too much. Ava had acted out this arrogant facade for so long, only recently taking the mask off. Sometimes I forget my sister could be so fragile.

Everyone else was seeing the version of Ava she wanted them to see.

When she was making love to me? That was the Ava I used to know.

Confident but not arrogant. Scared but brave.

Feminine. Loving.

Submissive.

She had returned.

I retrieved a clean white towel off the rack and finished drying myself before gargling some mouthwash. I had most of my toiletries moved to Ava’s, and soon I would move my clothes too. Living in Ava’s pink palace was leagues better than sleeping in mine. Her room was bigger, fancier, smelled like heaven, and most importantly, I could have my sister by my side where she belonged.

Ava called to me as soon as I stepped outside, her sweet voice carrying around the room.

“Master.”

I turned to her, and my breaths stilled.

Ava was sitting against the headboard, still naked, her hair down, her legs spread wide open. She was touching herself, plunging two fingers in and out, arousal trailing down her thighs and pooling onto the bedsheet.

You couldn’t convince me that there was a more erotic sight on Earth than *that*.

I could watch her all fucking day, but I’d much rather participate, so willing my shaky legs back to life, I headed towards her study table and rummaged through the black bag filled with new, exciting experiences.

Her cute little moans behind me made it increasingly difficult to concentrate. I kept fumbling with the items, but eventually I gathered the new purchases I needed and made my way to my little sister.

I sat down on the spot opposite her, and she eyed the collar in my hand.

“You want to collar me, big bro?” She pushed her bottom lip out and gave me slow, innocent blinks. But there was nothing innocent about her when she was fingering herself in front of her brother. Her wrist was a blur and her fingers were dripping wet.

“Yeah.” I held her gaze. “Are you okay with that?”

She blinked again, but that one was unintentionally. She was surprised that I had asked her.

“I mean…” She took out her fingers. “Yeah. Okay.”

“You sure?”

“Mmm hmm.” Ava closed her legs, then went to a kneel. “I appreciate you asking. Thank you, Master.”

I still couldn’t get over my little sister kneeling as if it was the most natural thing to do. ‘Submissive’ was the last word anyone would describe Ava, but she made the motion look so fluid, as if she had been practicing it.

“No problem.” I scooted closer to her, then wrapped the pink collar around her exposed neck while she held her hair up for me.

Ava was breathing heavily, her hot breaths skirting across my lips. Her eyes flickered to my lips, back up to my eyes, then back down.

“There,” I said, my own breathing picking up. It was the perfect fit. I sat back, admiring my newly collared sister. Pink hair, pink lips, pink nails, pink collar.

Perfection.

I couldn’t believe it. My own little sister, the girl that hated me for half her life, the woman I was utterly blinded by ever since I hit puberty… here she was. Kneeling. Collared. Calling me her Master. Telling me that she was mine.

Ava touched her collar. “I have never felt…” She pursed her lips and looked off into the distance.

“Never felt…?”

Her gaze slid back towards me. Her eyes were soft. They didn’t have the fiery blue intensity in them I was so used to seeing.

“So obedient.” She exhaled shakily. “And it feels so… Aaron, I have never felt this way before.”

My sister was still in her kneel. She exhaled a wisp of air through parted lips, then on another shaky exhale, whispered out the sweetest words. “How many I serve you, my Master?”

Holy. Shit.

“Come here,” I growled, moving forward, clutching her hair in my fist, angling her mouth so I could own her in a bruising kiss.

My hands circled her hips, squeezing her ass that was still slightly pinkish from last night’s spanking. Ava responded beautifully, melting at my touch, moaning and gasping as I squeezed her hard.

Fuck me, I couldn’t get enough of those her sweet scent, her vanilla lips, her crazy moaning…

“You’re mine, Ava,” I told her as I pulled back slightly, my lips tingling with all kinds of goodness. I raised one hand and hooked my pinky around the small metal ring of her pink collar, jerking her towards me so we were touching lips again. “Fucking mine.”

“Yours,” she gasped, her hair a wild mess around her, splayed all over her beautiful face. Her tits were heaving against my chest. “I’m yours.”

“Lay down, little sis.” I leaned forward and melded our lips back together, bruising her swollen lips with a fine edge of desperation, pushing her down onto her back.

Ava knew what was up. As soon as her back touched the mattress, she spread her thighs wide, an open invitation for me to enter.

I was brimming with overwhelming energy, so I wasted no time. The second we joined tongues, I blindly thrust forward. She was so fucking slippery, I was sliding everywhere, but on the third attempt, I hit gold, penetrating my little sister, causing her to cry out and squirm under me.

“MHMM!” she shrieked into my mouth as I buried into her, stretching out her flexing pussy walls that had just been recovering.

“Fuck!” I cursed, heaving at the delicious sensation of her pussy flexing around me.

No matter how familiar my body grew to the heavenly sensations from entering was sister, one thing was for certain: there was no bad sex when it came to Ava. She could lie down and stay still and I would still blow my entire load within a few seconds from the excruciating raw amount of pleasure her pussy provided me.

Sex with Lucia was fucking amazing, but Ava could give what no other woman could. My little sister was in a different league of her own, and I was utterly addicted to her.

It might not seem like it with my occasional resistance to her sexual advances, but if there were no rules and if my body could handle hers without failing from exhaustion, then we would never *ever* leave her pink kingdom. I would handcuff her to her bed and tell her that her role was in the bedroom and nowhere else.

And the best part?

Ava might love that. She enjoyed being treated as my human fleshlight, as long as I genuinely loved her, and openly showed her that.

“I hear…” Ava’s heavy words sank into my skin. “… handcuffs. Oh god. Are you going to handcuff me, Master?”

“Yes.” I broke away from our kiss and licked across the strands of saliva connecting our lips. “I’m going to handcuff you, blindfold you, then fuck you hard.” I finished the sentence with a powerful thrust, which she took with a high-pitched squeal, slamming her hips back into me.

God, her pussy accepted my cock amazingly, squeezing me with just the right amount of pressure to drive me fucking insane. I was huge, but Ava slid me in like a lock to a key, her teardrops were the perfect fit for my palms, and her curves melted into my body just right.

Maybe we were soul mates after all.

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