She curled her tongue around the head of his shaft while her hand twisted around the rest of its length.
Sharp guttural sounds emanated from Hunter throat.
“Caress me down there,” Olivia ordered him.
Hunter reached out his arm towards his back as his fingers groped and searched between her hot moist thighs. A searing warmth spread all over her body as his fingers made contact with her clit. Her wetness made it easy for him to stroke and caress, tickling her clit and flicking his finger against it.
Olivia subdued the urge to buck as she kept on stroking and caressing his balls and penis relentlessly. She willed her body to keep still as the pool of desire accumulated and massed around her belly.
“Oohhh, I love that. Keep going.” She encouraged him on.
“Talk dirty to me…” Hunter replied back.
“Your cock feels so good and hard inside my mouth. But I want you to fuck me in my cunt.” Olivia obliged.
She couldn’t believe what she was saying to him. She felt completely disembodied from who she was.
“Don’t even think of slowing down. Stroke me harder baby. I’m about to come.” Hunter grunted.
Olivia was already soaking wet when Hunter shimmied backwards. She pulled her legs and bent them towards her body to give him room while exposing her cunt to him.
Hunter positioned the head of his shaft directly into her opening and brazenly entered her pussy. Olivia gasped as her vagina welcomed him inside her. She lowered one leg into the car floor and used that to raise her hips slightly above the car seat.
Hunter was down on his knees and upright above her. He reached down with one hand and toyed with her protruding clit. His fingers rubbed and stroked her deeply and each stroke was like gasoline that ignited the burning heat in her cunt.
His cock was rigid, scorching, and incredibly precise as it banged into her sweet spot.
His breath was coming in hard and erratic. Olivia knew he was ready. And so was she.
She pulled him towards her holding him tightly as she felt his body shake. The heat that had accumulated between her loins reached its own peak and could burn no more. Hot cum came spurting from his throbbing cock as her brain exploded with her own orgasm. It shot through her veins sending sparks of white heat that engulfed them both.
A few moments passed. Olivia remained motionless beneath him holding herself steady absorbing the fullness of the whole experience. She had just been thoroughly fucked by the great Hunter Caldwell and he didn’t even know her name.
With a smug look on her face, she shoved him gently away from her. She searched for her panty making sure it was the right one, donned her discarded pants, and stepped out of the car.
She was elated to see that Hunter still had that unbelieving look on his face-like he had just been through something incredible he would never forget. He rushed out of the car as if frantic she would be gone by the time he got out. Olivia would relish that image for a long, long time.
“Hey…tell me your name.”Hunter hailed her.
“Why do you need to know? Isn’t random fucking your style?” Olivia asked.
A look of shame and mortification seemed to cross his face but he immediately took hold of the emotion and the swagger was back on.
“Yeah but then that’s just my way of serving humanity, women in particular. Besides they all enjoy it. So what’s the big deal?”Hunter asked back.
“No big deal. I’m sure you’ve never hurt anyone with your patronizing attitude.” Olivia replied scathingly.
‘No…I meant what’s the big deal about telling me your name?” Hunter insisted.
“It’s Olivia. Olivia Philips and your dad is dating my mom.” Olivia replied.
The enormity of what just happened between them suddenly struck her. If by some evil twist of fate her mom ended up with his dad, they would be step siblings.
Olivia fled as fast as her legs could carry her. He called out her name but she didn’t turn back. She was determined to forget all about tonight. This was a fluke and there was no way it would ever happen again. She would make sure of that, she vowed.
Chapter Three
The meeting of the families was even harder than Olivia envisioned. She carried the guilt like a scarlet letter on her forehead. She never told anyone about the random car sex with Hunter Caldwell. Besides, who would believe her?
When classes resumed after spring break, Olivia played a cat-and-mouse game making sure that their paths never crossed within the university grounds. She avoided places where she thought he would hang out with his buddies. The library became her solace and her heart would flutter wildly as she walked the halls to her next class.
Even Sam noticed how agitated she became each time she was out in the open corridors.
“What’s eating you?” Sam asked curiously, “You’ve been acting strangely since the night of the party.”
Olivia shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. She was debating whether to tell her best friend or not. She opted not to. She hated the idea that even her friend would not believe her.
“Got a lot on my mind, I guess.” Olivia offered, then added, “Mom’s getting married again and I have to go to this meeting-the-family-stuff, you know…” she added lamely.
Sam was thrilled about the idea. She was an incurable romantic and adored Marjorie Phillips.
“Who’s the lucky guy?” Sam asked. “I didn’t know she was dating anyone exclusively.”
“Walt Caldwell,” Olivia replied hoping Sam wouldn’t make the connection.
Sam stopped dead on her tracks her eyes round as saucers. Olivia nodded her head answering her unspoken question.
“Hunter Caldwell’s dad.” Olivia added quietly.
“What the fuck!!! That will make you stepbrother and sister.” Sam cried.
“Uh-huh,” Olivia replied, dismay obvious in her voice.
“You lucky bitch!!! You’ll see him every day!!! You’ll live under one roof!!! OMG!!!”
Sam practically drooled over the idea.
“I can’t stand that asshole. I hate him!” Olivia exploded.
Sam looked at her, surprised by the venom in her voice.
“Wh-why? Did he ever try anything with you?” Sam asked curiously.
Olivia immediately regretted her outburst.
“No-No,” she lied, “It’s just that he is so arrogant. Besides…I don’t think he knows I exist.”
“So…when is this meeting stuff taking place?” Sam asked.
“Tonight at the Plaza Hotel.” Olivia replied with trepidation, accepting the inevitable.
Everything Olivia did to avoid Hunter everyday amounted to nothing. Even if she refused to go, she was certain her mom would hogtie and drag her to the hotel. This was one of those things she had to accept and get over with. She hoped she would have the courage to look him straight in the eye.
The hours flew by so fast Olivia barely had time to get home and shower before her mom came knocking at her bedroom door. Marjorie Phillips didn’t understand why her daughter seemed so reluctant about going. She decided to surprise Olivia by shopping for a dress she could wear tonight. Marjorie knew that if Olivia had her way, she would come in a pair of khakis, a tee-shirt, and sneakers.
Marjorie found her daughter looking askance at her reflection in the mirror. The dress had a deep cleavage up front, a bare back, and a flowing skirt that ended just above her knee.
“I can’t possibly wear this. My tits are coming out.” Olivia complained crassly.
“They’re called breasts, honey, and the dress looks great on you. Sit!” Marjorie cheered her as she ran a comb over her daughter’s still damp hair.
She combed, twisted, and pinned and when she was happy with her effort Marjorie led Olivia to the mirror. Miraculously, her hair was in a smart chignon with tendrils falling softly against her shoulder.
Olivia felt a deep love for her mom at that very moment. She turned around, hugged her and whispered, “I’m truly happy for yo
u, mom. I hope Walt makes you happy too.”
“Thanks honey. I know he will. And I hope you get along with Hunter as well.” Marjorie replied.
The mention of Hunter’s name brought back all the pent-up anxiety Olivia had been holding inside her. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and rushed her mom out of the room and into their car before she could change her mind.
Walt was happy to see them both. He was handsome and dignified as he gave Olivia a slight squeeze on the shoulder before kissing her on both cheeks.
“You look all grown-up.” He complimented her.
Olivia smiled and eyed the room where dinner would be served. Walt had hired a private room just for the four of them, but right now, Walt was alone.
“Are you here all by yourself?” Olivia asked, hoping that Hunter had bailed out on his dad.
“No-no-no, my son is on his way. He said he would be late but he will be joining us eventually.” Walt replied.
Olivia wondered what could be so important that he would be late for his own father’s dinner invitation
“Probably had to stop for a quick fuck to fill his quota for the day.” She muttered under her breath.
“So…Olivia, what are your plans after graduation?” Walt asked attentively.
Olivia never really thought about it. She was just focused on her final exams. She initially considered taking it easy for a few months. But with the impending marriage between the two families, she had to think of something fast to avoid being under the same roof with her future stepbrother.
“I don’t really know yet…I was thinking of backpacking it through Europe. Learn about the culture, see different places...” Olivia replied uncertainly.
“But you can’t leave until after the wedding,” her mom butted in, “you have to help me with the move. Walt and I decided to live in his house. There’ll be plenty of room for all of us.”
Olivia was aghast. This was another change she didn’t see coming.
“Alright mom, but I was thinking of getting my own place.” Olivia countered.
She was starting to feel claustrophobic at the thought of living under one roof with Hunter Caldwell.
“Nonsense.” Walt declared. ‘Your mom is right. It is such a huge house and it will only be me and her. Hunter is leaving soon.”
“…leaving soon?” Olivia asked.
She wondered about the feeling of anguish that swiftly blossomed at the pit of her stomach. This should be good news, she thought, but quickly acknowledged that she was extremely disappointed.
“Yes, Hunter is moving to the UK for post graduate studies at Cambridge. Then he will proceed with his masters. He has great ideas for a business venture. It will probably be years before I he comes home again.” Walt explained.
Olivia gagged at the thought. She should be whooping and dancing for joy. This was the best news ever. But why did she feel like she was being stabbed by millions of tiny pitchforks?
“Speaking of the devil,” Walt continued, “Here he comes now.”
Olivia felt her skin prickle. A recognizable pull bloomed between her thighs. Holy crap, the idea of seeing him again stirred her pussy. Electric charge run riot through her veins making her feel flushed all over. At the same time, she wanted to cry. She had dreaded this moment and yet knowing Hunter would be leaving soon made her gloomy and sad. She was oscillating with extreme emotions. She had to take control or she’d end up making a fool of herself.
Hunter bounced into the room. His energy was electrifying. After giving his dad a warm hug, he acknowledged Marjorie with a peck on both cheeks.
“Son, you know Olivia Phillips, Marj’s daughter, right? You both go to Columbia. You must know each other.” Walt made the introduction.
Olivia summoned all her courage to give him a smile. It hovered uncertainly on her lips. She fully expected Hunter to say yes. But instead…
“No, I can’t say we’ve ever meet before. But the university campus is so big.” Hunter replied with a smug look on his face.
He winked at her knowing full well no one could see.
Olivia was stunned. He was denying he knew her in front of their parents. How could he have gall to do that? She would have been contented with a condescending ‘yes, I’ve seen her around’ statement .The fucking bastard made her drink from a keg stand and then had the audacity to seduce her. They had sex inside his car, for christsake.
It didn’t help any that all throughout the evening, Hunter taunted her, calling her ‘little sis.’ Marjorie thought he was being accommodating. Walt smiled his approval. Only Olivia knew that this was Hunter’s way of showing his contempt. And they both knew it.
Olivia felt humiliated. She had never felt so inconsequential. She felt like a piece of shit that he casually scraped off from the sole of his shoe. He really was a fucking asshole. And if Olivia never saw him again it wouldn’t be too soon.
Chapter Four
Olivia recognized her mom’s scribble on the stationary that was pinned on the pillow. The note said she and Walt had taken the last flight out to Aspen, Colorado. Walt was having asthma attacks due to the muggy weather in New York so they both decided that a change in weather would do him good.
Her mom apologized for the short notice and hoped Olivia would be alright.
Olivia smiled. Five years into her mom and Walt’s marriage, they still acted like honeymooners taking off at any moment’s notice. Olivia didn’t really mind. She has proven that Walt truly loved her mom and she seemed content and happy in her role as Mrs. Walt Caldwell.
Olivia was grateful for Walt’s generosity not only to her mom but to her as well. When they first moved into this place after the wedding, he knew that Olivia planned to move out, an idea that didn’t sit too well with her mom.
Walt surprised her by gifting the guest house. It was a delightful cozy two-bedroom annex right beside the main house with its own gate and driveway. Olivia loved the privacy it afforded her. She could come and go as she pleased, have friends over without worrying about Walt and her mom’s privacy. It was like having an apartment. And it was rent-free.
She started working in an Ad agency weeks after graduation. Her impressive GPA had landed her a job in Research. She could take on 20 projects at once and was bored when nothing challenged her mental ability. She never buckled under pressure and after 3 years of impressive performance, Olivia was promoted to Marketing Vice President.
“You didn’t do too badly, Olivia Phillips,” she applauded her reflection in the mirror.
The prescription glasses were gone. She never really needed them. She still thought her eye color looked different, but she had learned to embrace the hazel orbs. It gave her face character. So did the once wild untamed hair that used to be the bane of her existence. They hung free around her shoulder in what her stylist called bohemian chic – perfectly ‘undone’ yet classily polished.
The years have given her body ripeness. Her luscious breasts, flat stomach, narrow waist, and firm butt gave a general impression of a naturally sexy woman. She had her share of love affairs but none amounted to anything serious. Most men found her intimidating.
Olivia shrugged her shoulders dismissing the depressing thought. Her current existence was perfect.
Well…except for the occasional memory of an atrocious stepbrother. But she hadn’t seen him in years. He was like a speck of superfluous memory in her psyche, one she could dismiss at will.
Olivia shrugged out of her silk blouse, her boobs jiggling slightly inside a sheer lace bra. She reached behind her to unhook them. Her exposed nipples puckered in the sudden draft. Her tight skirt shimmied its way down her thighs and onto the floor, followed by her high heels. She walked about her bedroom with only her thong panties. The plush carpeting felt glorious beneath her bare feet.
Marching towards the bathroom, Olivia stepped into the cubicle after discarding her panty and dropping them on the tiled floor. She gingerly opened the rain shower and immediately basked in the coolness of th
e refreshing water. The water felt good as it drenched and run down her smooth skin. Reaching for the bottle of shampoo she lathered it into her hair. She then grabbed a washcloth, smeared some of the body wash soap onto it and proceeded to caress it all over her body.
Sighing with contentment, she stood under the shower until she was clean. She reached for her hair, gathered them in her hand and squeezed the remaining water off. She turned to the rack in search of a towel.
“Shit…”she muttered under her breath. The towel rack was empty. And her robe was by the foot of the bed.
She turned around completely naked to leave the bathroom and almost screamed in fright.
A figure was standing by the threshold of the stall, muscular body leaning casually against the wall, tanned arms folded across his chest.
“Hello Olivia.” Hunter greeted her.
Olivia froze in sudden shock.
“You? What the fuck are you doing inside my room?” Olivia asked furiously.
Even if she tried, there was no way she could cover her nakedness with just her hands. And she didn’t even try to. She was no longer the innocent unworldly girl whose infatuation he could trample at will.
“This used to be my room. I had no idea you were here. Honestly, I was surprised to see all your clothes littered on the floor.” Hunter explained with laughter in his voice.
“This belongs to you then?” He added, holding her discarded thong in his hand.
Olivia stifled her astonishment when he brought it towards his nose and sniffed. But somehow the gesture was also terribly arousing. Olivia admitted his presence was still intoxicating. She felt lightheaded like she had consumed too much wine.
“Why are you here Hunter?” She asked with disdain, “And could you please hand me my robe?”
“I live here, remember? He replied back, “And the view from here is fantastic. It doesn’t seem to bother you at all… me seeing you naked.”
“How long have you been watching me?” Olivia asked curiously.
“Since you removed your blouse and walked around with your tits hanging out. Believe me it was a sight to behold, but not enough. I needed to see more of what you had to offer.” Hunter replied.
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