Noel of Sin

by Jodie King

I can feel it in the way the air shifts; always dense and charged.

Rook doesn’t belong. He never does. Standing in the doorway, his aura carves a hole through the room, impossible to ignore. He doesn’t fit. Not in that black tank top, tight black jeans and his leather jacket hanging loose over his frame, looking like he’s just stepped out of hell and didn’t bother to change. He never gave a shit about blending in, never cared about impressing anyone. He wears what the fuck he wants, because he can.

For me, it’s simpler, but no less suffocating. I was supposed to be the perfect MC princess. Stay out of trouble. Look pretty. Keep myself intact, pure and untouched, until I’m handed off like a prize to a husband within the biker family. It doesn’t matter who, as long as they’re one of us.

He’s not my big brother. He’s… something else. Something forbidden. Something I shouldn’t even be thinking about.

Two years ago, he put me in an impossible position. He asked me to leave with him. To be with him. Not as his sister—as something more. I told him no, in a harsh way. Harsher than it should have been. Words spilled from my lips like poison. Words I can never take back. Not because I didn’t want to leave with him. Deep down, I did. I wanted to leave this prison of a life behind, but I was just… so fucking confused. One minute he was my big brother, my entire world, but the next he was looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered, the only thing he could ever love, asking me to break every rule we’d ever lived by.

Rook’s never handled the idea of me being with someone else—he’s always been jealous, possessive, unhinged even, making people disappear or hurt. The thought of me being forced into something I don’t want, or worse, with someone who isn’t him, has always set him off in ways that makes him seem insane.

His dark, wavy hair, tousled in an effortless way, falls messily across his forehead, brushing his eyes. I notice the black plugs in his earlobes—small, simple, but still enough to remind me he’s not the same boy I grew up with. Two hoops sit on either side of his bottom lip, like a viper. He also has a strange small piece of black tape just under his right eye, which confuses me, but it’s not even his

hair, the piercings, his tanned skin, the thick brows and lashes or the shadow of stubble across his sharp jawline that unsettles me. It’s his eyes.

“Why am I the pathetic one when you can’t stop eye-fucking me in front of our family? What’s wrong? Still not moved on from fucking your drunk little sister?”

Ebony isn’t just my sister. She’s my goddamn soulmate. She always has been. She always fucking will be.

Ebony went from an annoyance to the only thing keeping me sane. She became my world without me even realizing it. I loved her.

No, it was a fierce, consuming kind of love. I protected her at all costs, maybe aggressively so.

By the time we hit our late teens, that love—brotherly love, I had—morphed into something dark and obsessive. I was jealous. Every guy who looked at her, every friend she made, every moment she spent away from me—it burned me up inside. I found myself watching her when she didn’t know. Thinking about her riding my cock, her titties bouncing, when I should’ve been doing something else.

I wanted nothing more than to bend her over the table and ram my cock inside her. It wasn’t enough to be near her anymore; I wanted to possess her completely.

I wanted to ruin her for anyone else. To touch her, claim her, make her understand she was only ever meant to belong to me. The idea of taking her innocence—making her mine in a way no one could undo—consumed me.

It was for...

dangerous, and utterly fucking mi...

You want to drown in sin, don’t you, little sister? In me and this twisted fucking hunger we’re not supposed to feed but can’t seem to starve.”

He's not wrong, I can feel it in the roughness of his touch, it ignites something inside me.

“Shut the fuck up before our parents kill us both. You think you can flirt with other guys? Your little cunt is desperate for it, but it will only ever be for me. It always has been and tonight, my bunny, I’m breaking you the fuck in.”

The words snap through me but before I can even draw another breath, his lips crash against mine. The kiss is bruising, desperate, his tongue invading my mouth with a feral hunger. His dominance is too much, and I’m left struggling to keep up. My inexperience is a stark contrast to his, but his intensity and our connection pulls me under, sweeping me away with every flick of his tongue.

“If you want me to keep touching your little virgin pussy, you’re going to have to be so fucking quiet for me, Eb.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice dark and approving as I shudder beneath him.

“Fucking spread them,” he snarls quietly. “You’re gonna take what I do to you.”

“You should know better than that, Bunny,” he murmurs. “This? This is fucking nothing. I’m breaking you in slowly for your sake, because I love you. But when I’m balls deep inside this perfect pussy, I’m tearing you the fuck apart. Piece by fucking piece.”

His hand finds its way behind my head, tangling in my hair before yanking it back hard, asserting his control over me. A whimper escapes as the tension forces my neck to arch, exposing my throat to him. Vulnerable. Open. Exactly how he wants me.

He dips his head, his tongue and teeth working in perfect unison, attacking my neck with a brutal kind of seductiveness. He sucks and bites, branding me with every mark he lays on my skin. Each nip stings and soothes all at once and it has my head spinning. His legs remain firmly between mine, pinning me open, forcing me to endure everything he’s giving me without escape.

Every nerve in my body is alive, tingling, as something builds inside me with startling intensity. The wave rises fast, impossibly fast, just like my breathing. I ride the peak, every hard thrust of his fingers sending me higher, until finally, it crashes over me.

The release tears through me like a lightning strike, white-hot and all-consuming. My muscles jerk uncontrollably as my pussy tightens and pulses around his fingers. The pleasure is too much, too quick, yet impossibly perfect, and I can’t stop myself from falling apart beneath him.

He presses his face into the crook of my neck, his breath ragged as he whispers darkly, “You might want to bite down, bunny. This won’t be fucking easy at first. Relax and let me take control.”

“I’m going to fuck you exactly how I want to fuck you now, little sister,” he snarls, low and menacing. “Your tight cunt is mine to destroy, to break in fully, and you’re going to fucking take it. Every agonizing, pleasurable second of it. You’re going to come for me again and again, until we’re both red and raw from the friction. I don’t stop until I think it’s enough. Do you understand?”

“Fuck me hard, big brother,” I whisper, my tone cracking but sure. “Show me how much you’ve wanted this. How much you’ve wanted me. Make me never forget it.”

He’s lost himself, his mind crazed by me, by this. He’s not just fucking me—he’s rewriting me, violating me for anyone else. With every thrust, he carves himself into me, so deeply, so thoroughly, that I know I’ll never be the same. My innocence is long gone now, it’s been torn right out me by my big brother. And I crave it. I want him to destroy me, to let his

darkness seep into me, winding itself around my soul.

He fucks me violently, my tits bouncing wildly. I sense the pent-up frustration pouring out of him with every thrust. It’s all there—the hunger, the longing, and something deeper, riskier. Love. Distorted, uncontrollable, undeniable love.

“That's my good little sister. Look at you—you’re taking my cock so well. You were always made for me, for this devastation. You were born to be my beautifully, ruined obsession,”

And with each silent day that passed, my frustration turned to hatred. Because I knew. I fucking knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her, but there was one massive difference—I was willing to burn the world down for her, and she wasn’t.

“Maybe I’m done hiding, Bunny. Maybe I don’t give a fuck if we both burn for this. At least then, I’ll have you. In life, in death—it doesn’t fucking matter. Beyond these walls, beyond these chains, even in hell itself, you’re mine.” Her

I move behind her, my presence a reminder of how filthy with sin she really is. I’m an unremovable fucking stain. Always will be.

“You were so much more flawless when you were a fucking mess for me,”

“You come like a fucking demon but taste like an ange...

“You can pretend all you want, act like a prim, proper fucking princess for everyone else, Eb. But for me? I know you. The real you. The dirty you. You’ll always be that little slut—greedy,

greedy, desperate, wanting nothing more than to be filled by your big brother’s cock.”

“You’ll never fucking escape this. You’ll never escape me. And this Christmas? You’ll see exactly how far I’ll go…” My teeth sink together, the words biting from my mouth, “To. Destroy. You.”

brow. “If I remember correctly, I broke you in. I gave you more orgasms than you could count in mere minutes. But did I claim you? No. I never got to fill you with my fucking cum.”

“That was nothing,” I snarl, a wicked grin tugging at my lips, my voice thick with malice. “Nothing compared to what I want to do to you now.” I lean closer and her body stiffens. “I’m not the boy I was back then. I’m a fucking man now. You thought I was rough then? I’m now a man with a seriously fucked-up imagination. And judging by the way you just handled that Christmas horn thing—oh,

little sister, you’re not the sweet, innocent girl I once knew either. You’re a fucking anal slut.”

Just a pawn in everyone else’s game, moving toward whatever will give them more power. My happiness means fuck all.

Blaise is waiting—expectant, like tonight’s the night I’m just going to hand my pussy over to him like some pretty fucking gift because it’s Christmas.

At least when I gave myself to Rook, it wasn’t like this. I knew him. All of him. I watched that boy grow into a man. I saw the flaws, the darkness, the light. The tears. The pain. The joy. I witnessed it all. I knew him inside out, just as he knew me. I fucking trusted him with my life, and that’s why I gave him everything. My innocence, my body, my heart. No one else was ever going to compare to that connection. Brother or not, I didn’t fucking care anymore. I loved him too much to let anyone taint that night. Yeah, it caused an uproar, but it’s ours. No one can take it away from us. It’s solidified in stone and engraved in our souls. It’s just… Complicated. As I take a bite of food, chewing slowly, I start thinking about the first time he ever ramped up the tension between us and the first time I caved. It was the year before we fucked in that cabin, when he took my virginity. It was Christmas eve, and I had been ice-skating on the lake near our home...