Zamiel's POV
What just happened? Did she just reject me?. I can't believe that she would turn me down like that.
Things were going fine, all she went to do was get her purse,and suddenly she doesn't want me to take her to work anymore, seriously?.
Out of frustration, I rested my fist on the wall, letting my forehead kiss the wall, while I shut my eyes tightly.
"Zamy" I heard a familiar voice call out my name. I was too upset to even turn around, and look at her.
"What's wrong?" She walked up to me, resting her hands on my shoulders.
With her head on my shoulder as well, wasn't she upset with me anymore. I don't understand what is going on in this castle anymore.
All the princesses are either slowly losing their minds. Or I am the one being pushed away, and drawn back towards them.
I don't know if any of what I am saying makes sense to you reading my f*cking thoughts, but it makes so much sense to me.
"I want to be left alone, '' I said softly. I refused to raise my voice at my sister, but she was stubborn.
She wasn't even scared in the slightest. It's so funny that everyone feared me, but she didn't even shake, not even a little at my voice.
"I'm not leaving, until you tell me what is wrong with you" she persuaded me, massaging my shoulders with her tender hands.
I rotated my shoulders, flinging her hands roughly away from me.
"Zamiel" she called out my name, with so much fear.
How great?. Now because of my own stubbornness, I have injected fear in her, fear that was never there to begin with.
God damn it!. I have never seen her so scared of me in my entire life. I think I should avoid making more mistakes. Before she could even say another word.
I held her hand and pulled her close to me. Forcing her to hug me. It was quite an awkward position for us, but it seemed to have calmed her down, more than I expected.
"I'm so sorry Imogen. I never meant to hurt you….can you please forgive me. Please baby sis, you are still my cute baby. I know you will forgive me" I immediately asked her for forgiveness.
Planting kisses on any part of her body that I could touch. I hugged her so tightly, I wasn't going to let go of her, until she managed to forgive me.
Thankfully, she wasn't too upset as she hugged me back. I don't know why she sent her hands down to my pants, but that was wrong. My rod had already risen.
Does she know how difficult it is for me to control my urge for s*x, each time it comes. It becomes very difficult and even close to impossible for me not to f*ck the first girl at sight.
Which happened to be her.
"Imogen!" I scolded her, and it didn't occur to me once that she didn't do it deliberately.
Whenever my rod is hard like that, I go nuts. I have little or no control over my words and actions.
"I'm sorry" she whispered, and her whispering only made things worse for me. Because my rod was now poking her.
I knew she could feel it just at the surface of her p*ssy, even if her clothes were blocking it.
The thoughts of me smashing her was driving me completely crazy, all I was able to do was picture her completely n*ked. While I was smashing her from behind.
I couldn't control myself anymore, as I flipped her, so my rod was now touching her a*s while I squeezed her twins from behind.
What kind of mess is this? She is my sister for crying out loud. At least my rod should be able to acknowledge that fact.
"Zamy…what are you..ahh" she moaned loudly, biting her lips trying to escape my grip, and my fingers had already found their way to her cumb rubbing on it through the dress.
''We…uhh…ahh..have to stop this" she whispered in between her moans, but I wasn't even willing to listen to her, not that I didn't want to.
But my brain automatically shuts down, whenever my rod is hard.
"Shhh!!!" I made her silent, as I placed her on the bed and climbed on her, slowly helping her take off her blouse.
I bit my lower lip when I saw how they flew out from her dress. They looked so soft and appealing.
She was now a complete woman, and that woman was presently driving me crazy.
I smashed my lips on hers, kissing and tongue f*cking her mouth. I raised her skirt, rubbing my fingers in her cumb, with her panties still on.
"I'm your sister," she whispered.
"I know," I whispered back.
My hands had already began their molestations on her b**bs, twisting her n*pples as I went down to the lower parts of her body. Struggling, because she still had her br*a on.
Suddenly she pushed me off her, taking her blouse along with her while her twins juggled all the way.
"Zamiel, stop! I don't want to f*ck my brother" she cautioned me, trying to put on her blouse.
But I quickly tossed the damn thing away from her hand.
"Okay fine, you may not want to f*ck me but at least you can let me touch your b**bs, while I stroke myself" I begged her.
I have never been the type to beg for s*x, let alone foreplay, but her case became different.
"Please, I am begging you. And it doesn't really count as s*x. And you were the one that got me hard in the first place" I teased her before coming closer to her, as she moved further away from me.
She finally stopped when her back collided with the wall, I stretched my hands towards her back and took off her br*a.
Watching her b**bs bounce out of the prison that she had kept them in for so long.
"I…guess, it doesn't count as a*x. So, it's fine" she bit her lip. I knew her seeing me in this condition,must have gotten her h*rny as well.
I took off my trousers immediately, squeezing and sucking on her twins.
"Oooh…Zamy, your tongue is on fire" she moaned out, closing her eyes tightly. That only encouraged me, I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, nibbling on her n*pples some more.
"Uhhh" she moaned in pleasure, and my rod kept on moving in excitement.
I removed my hands from her body, I didn't want to go any further.
I rubbed the head of my rod, while looking at her twins. They were so soft, and remembering how soft they were, only made it harder for me. I rubbed on it some more, hoping to reach org*sm soonest.
But, who was I kidding, even while f*cking a girl. I wouldn't reach org*sm so soon.
Imogen looked at me with widened eyes, and mouths wide open. It seems like she couldn't hold back anymore, as she went on her knees and shoved my rod in her mouth.
"Uhh yeah….that's it" I moaned out, enjoying what she was doing to my hard rod.
She removed it from her mouth, looked at it, and swirled her tongue around my tip, licking it like a lollipop. Before, she shoved it back into her mouth. I raised her head, so she was now looking at me, eyeballs to eyeballs.
"Do you trust me?" I asked her, she didn't even think twice before giving me an answer.
"Yes'' She nodded, I didn't wait for her to have a rethink, when I pushed her to the bed, making her lay flat.
I shoved my rod inside her mouth. Hitting the back of her throat immediately.
F*cking her mouth, as I was f*ngering her p*ssy.
"Uhh…uh" those were the sounds of her, trying to gobble up my rod.
She really enjoyed kneeling, as she made me get off her.
And in her kneeling position, she had begun to bounce that a*s, and I wished for a moment that she wasn't my sister.
But, she was, so I had to be careful not to penetrate her like I had promised. I didn't take off my trousers, as I let her bounce, that a*s on me like that.
"Imogen!!" I heard my mum call her name from outside, and so did she because she looked towards the door, with widened eyes and then back at me.
Before, running her hands on my rod and getting off me almost immediately.