by Alexis Angel
She’s not in her living room or any of the guest rooms. I don’t see her in the kitchen or the bedroom.
But I hear the water running.
Fuck, I should probably just do what I came to do—pack up my shit and get the fuck out of here. But I don’t know why I step inside the bathroom, Kim's perfectly shaped silhouette drawing my eyes from behind the paneled glass of the shower stall. Fuck, she's hot; no matter how many fucking times I see her naked body, it's almost always like the first time. Although now, of course, I already know what her body tastes like, and let me tell you, she tastes fucking great.
I know what you're fucking thinking—she's my stepsister, yeah.
She fucking just disavowed me in front of all my fucking friends. Everyone around her.
Then what the fuck am I doing here?
See, the old me would've been upset that despite the fact that I was a drunken fool, she did that to me.
But the new me has one question.
So fucking what? Just being around her makes whatever happened a moot point... And I'm not even talking about holding her in my arms, kissing her and eventually ravaging her body. No, just being around her, hearing the sound of her voice... That's more than enough to forget about the fact that she's part of my fucking family and that she’s ashamed of me. And when I run my hands over her naked body, feeling each and every curve, the warmness of her skin against my fingertips... Fuck, man, that makes me fucking delirious.
Fuck, I'm talking about fucking her again. I don't know what it is about this girl, but I can't talk about her without going absolutely fucking crazy. Everything about her calls to me like a fucking beacon.
The room is already filled with a thick blanket of steam, the sound of running water loud and constant, and I can recognize the scent of her shampoo: lavender and wild berries. After having my own sheets tainted with that amazing smell, I would recognize it everywhere. And just imagining the water running down her tight body, my cock is already twitching inside my boxer briefs, tenting them, and aching to be set free.
I need to have her again, and I fucking need it now. We haven’t fucked for what seems like an eternity, and I’m completely ravenous right now. Alright, I'll fucking admit it; I'm always hungry for more, but I can function like a normal human being all the same. But around her... Fuck, it's never enough.
I pull the boxer briefs down my legs, allowing my cock to spring free, and I move toward the stall.
I see her turning now and looking at me through the thick steamy air; I reach for the glass and slide the panel to the side, stepping inside the shower and allowing my eyes to crawl all over her wet body. She has her hair pushed back, thick drops of water running down between her heaving breasts... I swallow my desire, my eyes taking in the sight of her naked waist. Fucking hell, one hard look at her I'm fucking ready to go.
She looks at me as I open the shower door.
Her eyes are puffy.
She’s been crying.
What the fuck is going on here?
“Did you have fun tonight?” she asks, her lips pursed.
“I’m sorry about that,” I growl to her, my cock hardening even more at the sight of her naked body. Fuck, I just can’t stop myself.
Kim looks down at it, and then back up at me.
“Is this all I am to you, Cody?” she asks me. “Just a hole to fuck? Do you care that your antics today basically made me pretend I didn’t know who you were?”
I’m quiet.
I don’t know what to say.
“It’s stronger than me,” I simply say, allowing my hands to rest on her waist and pulling her body into mine. She comes willingly, her back against my chest as my fingers slide up to her shoulders and then around to the fleshy mounds of her breasts.
But then she pushes back.
“No, Cody,” she says, looking at me. “I need you to know that you hurt me tonight.”
I hurt her?
“Excuse me,” I tell her, backing up. “I’m not the one that told the mayor you have no idea who your own stepbrother…”
Kim pushes me away even further, her eyes squinting.
“Do you think I liked doing that?!” she yells at me. “Do you think I want to hide from the world the man that I’m falling in love with?”
Fuck.
“But guess what? He’s too busy being a jackass and a fucking tool. All he cares about is fucking and some juvenile rich-kid problems,” she spits at me. “He has no idea about life or responsibility. How does that make me feel?”
Fuck.
“How am I supposed to feel safe, and taken care of when I don’t even know where you’re going to be or what you’re going to end up doing if I leave you alone?” she asks me, tears falling down her eyes. “How would you take care of our family?”
Fuck.
Sorry, I just have nothing to say.
Because she said she was falling in love with me.
I’ve been too scared to tell her how I feel.
“Kim,” I say quietly and it’s so quiet and my voice is so deep that she stops and looks at me.
“I love you, Kim,” I tell her.
She’s about to roll her eyes when I take a few steps close to her.
“You don’t have to say anything yet.” I say. “But let me prove it to you.”
She looks at me puzzled.
“Give me three months, and let me show you how much I love you.”
My cock is already hard as fuck, firmly nestled between her ass cheeks, and she starts rocking her body, grinding against me. Hooking my fingers on her waist I make her turn to me, my mouth hungrily looking for hers. My lips slowly hike from her neck to her chin, and only then do I press my mouth against hers. Fucking hell, I was never into romantic kissing, but with her I'm game for pretty much everything.
I’m going to show you.
I’m going to show her the man that I can be.
“You promise?” she asks me and I can tell she’s thinking of trusting me.
I fucking love her.
Don't you dare to fucking judge me; I'm not turning into a sentimental fuckwad. Far from that. It's just that there's something about her...
I nod and she starts to smile.
I come even closer.
Our lips brush as the warm water runs down both our bodies, maddening desire starting to take control of me. Our kiss grows wild, our tongues battling against each other in a frenzied embrace. I nibble at her full lips, gently pulling on them – fuck, I've never tasted lips that were so fucking perfect. You'd think that God himself designed them so that they could drive men all around the world completely fucking crazy with lust.
I let one hand slide down her body and around her waist, my fingers brushing against her wet pussy – and I can assure you she's not wet because of the running water. Pressing one finger right above her clit, I start to rub it there; her lips are parted and her eyes closed, her body pulsing with so much desire I can almost feel it on the atmosphere.
“Cody,” she moans, the sound of her voice making my cock throb hard. Is there anything sweeter than having my fucking name on her lips? Well, perhaps my cock.
“I'm right here,” I say, gently rubbing my finger over her clit in short closed circles. I let my free hand go down her back, my open palm going over the curve of her ass, and I grab her there, pulling and squeezing her cheeks hard.
“You're always thinking of this,” she says, her lips curling into a lazy smile. At last, a smile.
“Thinking of what?”
“Sex, Cody”, she tells me, pressing herself into me. “Can't you live without it?”
What kind of fucking question is that? The answer is a fucking obvious one: of course I can't go without sex. What the fuck does she think I am? Some kind of fucking celibate monk? More than a day without having a tight pussy wrapped around my cock, I start to go Vietnam crazy.
“Kim, you know the answer to that,” I respond, squeezing her cheeks even harder while I nibble at her neck.
“I bet that you can't be with me and not come,” she says, her fingers going down my stomach and tracing a soft and teasing line towards the base of my cock; instead of grabbing it, she simply brushes the tip of her index finger over the whole length of my starving cock. One by one, her fingers curl around my thickness and she starts to flick her wrist, stroking me softly.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, babe.”
“Oh, is that so?” With her free hand, she cups my balls, massaging them while her grasp on me tightens. By the way she's smiling, I already know she's thinking of something I'm not sure I'm going to like. “I dare you to resist me...”
Alright, I was right about it: I'm not into this fucking conversation. Swear to God, if she tells me I can't fuck her, a vein in my head is going to burst.
“No way. I’ve resisted you long enough... You know that, babe.”
“Then stop. I’ll let you do whatever you want with my body... You just can't come,” she says, grinning at me.
“How did you come up with this punishment?” I ask her.
“It’s not a punishment, Cody. Just a challenge,” she says. “If you’re really going to try hard to be a better man, what better way than starting with some impulse control?”
Well, fuck. I've never been into that fucking tantric sex kind of bullshit, but today's a good day as any to start. If she thinks I can't do it, she's in for a big fucking surprise.
“Alright, ’sis... I'm in If that’s what you want, that’s what you get.”
“We’ll see,” she smiles, chomping on her lower lip as if she's already trying to picture my cock inside of her.
Fuck, all this theoretical conversation is making me go fucking crazy; I'm going to pin her against the wall and fuck the living daylights out of her. So she doesn't want me to fucking cum, right? Then I hope she can endure a twelve hour long session of physical punishment.
But before I can do a fucking thing about it, she goes to her knees, her hands sliding down my leg and settling on my thighs. Looking up at me with a grin, she grasps my cock by the base and starts to stroke it with a soft coming and going motion.
Fuck, I'm fighting against the urge to just push my cock against her lips and fill her little mouth with my raging erection. I thrust my hips just a little, but she moves her head back, grinning all the way. She's already learning something about the art of driving a man utter and completely mad.
She parts her lips and reaches with her tongue for me, flicking it against my cock as her hand keeps on stroking me at a steady pace. Leaning forwards just one inch, she starts tracing teasing circles around my tip, her lips dangerously close to my flesh.
My unconscious mind is almost getting the best of me, and I have to fucking grit my teeth so that I don't succumb to this dark desire pulsing inside me; I'm on the verge of grabbing her hair and forcing my cock inside her mouth, but I'm doing my very best to resist it. I should get a fucking medal for this.
Lapping her tongue at me, her eyes never leave mine – I can see in her grin that she's loving the torture she's inflicting upon me. Lucky for her, I don't mind being tortured by these sweet lips of hers.
“Fuck,” I say out loud the moment she leans into me and allows my cock to slide over her tongue and deep inside her mouth. Before I even know what I'm doing, my hands are on her head, following her motion as she starts to bob her head up and down; I start thrusting my hips, my length going in and out of her at a furious pace. There's no other way to describe what I'm doing: I'm fucking her mouth and, damn, she can take it more than anyone I've ever been with before.
Fuck, I need to be inside of her.
I pull my cock out of her mouth and, grabbing her wrist, I take her hand and make her get up. Grabbing her hair, I start kissing her again, anxious to devour and fuck her again.
“Don't you ever get tired?” she asks me, opening her eyes and smiling at me.
“What do you think?” I say immediately. “Never.”
I’m pressing hard on her clit and making her pant. “I’ll show you something you won't forget anytime soon, Kim.” I say. “I’ll show you how strong of a man I can be.”
“Do your best,” she grins, her hands on my chest. “Or your worst.”
She doesn't know what's about to happen to her. I let go of her clit and slide my finger over her folds, gently parting them with just my fingertip as I rub it up and down. Without any warning, I slide my finger inside of her as if it were a hook, doing it fast and harshly; as I do it, she lets her head rest against to my chest, closing her eyes again and moaning hard.
I push my finger in, going as deep as I can in an upwards motion; looking at her, I search with the tip of my finger until the lines on her face become creases of pure delight. I rub my fingertip in that spot inside of her, seeing her expression deepen.
“Close your eyes,” I whisper at her. “Let me take you to paradise,” I press with my finger inside of her, “And I’m going to make you fucking cum your brains out.”
She doesn't have a smart comeback this time. All she can do is surrender to my touch, all the muscles in her body twitching as I gently move my finger inside of her. She probably thinks I'm going to finger her into oblivion – and she isn't wrong about it-, but I want to do much more than that.
With my finger buried deep inside of her, I slowly turn my wrist so that I can place my thumb over her clit. She's thrusting her thighs already, clenching her ass cheeks as I drive her crazy by pressing on both her G-spot and clitoris at the same time. I start doing it faster, moans cascading out of her parted lips in an endless torrent.
I take my free hand to the nape of her neck and, grabbing a handful of her wet hair, pull her head back and let my mouth fall on her neck. I nibble at the tender flesh there, pulling and kissing as I feel the finger I have inside of her being squeezed tight by her inner walls.
Turning my wrist again, I make it so that I can lay one more finger over her pussy, slowly sliding it inside along the one already pressed on her G-spot. I curl it upwards, applying the right amount of pressure to have her moaning just slightly louder. It amazes me to no end how most women don't even know their own bodies... There's nothing better than using my fingers to awaken them to the potential hiding deep their insides.
Still grabbing her by the hair, I hold her head in place and press my mouth against hers, gently brushing my tongue along the sweet crevice between her lips. She opens her mouth then, gasping as I start rubbing my fingers harder and harder, showing her no mercy. She wanted to learn something, didn't she? Well, this lesson is about to make her come fucking hard.
Suddenly, I'm assaulted by an intense desire to feel my lips wrapped tight against her pussy: it's my turn to go down on my knees. Still with my fingers inside of her, I lean forwards and allow my tongue to lap against her clit. Soon enough, my lips are pressing hard on her wet mound, sucking there as if it was the most delicious thing in the whole fucking world. And, fuck, it really is – not the most delicious thing in the world, but in all the fucking universe.
I close my eyes and start to get lost in her taste, savoring her as the whole world fades around me. With my tongue I trace the full outline of her pussy, sucking on her inner lips and not leaving a single inch of her vagina unexplored. I've fucked a lot of women – and when I say a lot, I really mean an ungodly amount -, but all those past memories pale in comparison to the way her pussy feels against my hungry mouth.
I keep going faster until her moans turn into loud screams; her inner walls clench around my fingers, but I don't ease up on the pressure. I keep going until she throws her head back, her pussy spasming violently.
Seeing her come like this is almost enough to drive me insane. And to think that I've agreed not to come. Fuck, why did I agree to such an idiotic thing? Now I have to endure seeing her completely consumed by a tide of boiling pleasure.
I get up now, my fingers never leaving her pussy.
“This... This was...” She mutters, her voice coming at me weak
and quivering.
“Me showing you I can be a better man and still make you cum,” I say, grinning at her. “Now it's time for the second part.”
Slowly, I slide my fingers out of her, making her whole body tremble, and pin her against the slippery tiles on the wall. Cupping her ass, I let my outstretched fingers support her upper leg and make her raise it; pressing against her, I let the tip of my cock rub against her inner lips as I rock my body.
Her fingers are clawing at my back, almost as if she can't wait to feel my cock inside of her. Well, it's a mutual feeling – I can hardly wait to give her exactly the one thing she craves. With one quick thrust, I let my shaft roll inside her pussy and go deep inside her, one single but sharp scream tumbling out of her lips.
My cock buried deep inside of her, I cup her right breast with my hand and lean so that I can wrap my lips around her rosy nipple, lapping at it with my tongue. I start thrusting as I suck on her breast, my fingers squeezing it hard.
Our rhythm builds slowly, the sway of our hips completely in sync.
“Are you ready?” I whisper against her ear, my lips brushing over her skin.
“Ready...? For what...?” She pants, her fingernails digging deep into my skin. I say nothing – all I do is make her lift her leg even more, all the while thrusting my cock deeper into her and lodging my cock against her G-spot.
“For this,” I say with a grin, holding my position and rubbing my tip against that tight spot inside of her body. I rock my body slightly, each inch I move drawing a harsh moan out of her. Without allowing my cock to slide out, I move my hips in slight circles, the tip of my cock pressing hard on G-spot. I can feel her whole body tensing up, pressure mounting inside her in a savage way.
I take my hand and, without allowing my body to move, I press two fingers over her clit and start rubbing on it until she starts swaying her hips in an uncontrollable way.
“Oh my God...” She moans, throwing her head back and resting it against the wall, her muscles becoming taut and pulsing with raw energy. “This is... Amazing...”
“I know, right?” I push my hips against her even harder, my shaft throbbing against her walls as my tip batters down on her G-spot. Slowly, I ease my hold and allow my shaft to slide out of her as slowly as I can until only my tip is inside of her.
