Kim Vs. Stepbrother

by Mona Cox

  “Cody,” I offer her my hand, and she takes it merrily. We exchange a glance as we shake hands, and the palm of her hand lingers against mine for the necessary amount of time for me to know that we’re on.

  “Lisa,” she smiles back at me, and I can’t help but picture her naked and on all fours. I might enjoy a view like that. It wouldn’t be as good as it was with Kim, but I doubt I’ll ever have anything like that again. “It’s nice of you to come with Kim. Too bad I don’t have a hot stepbrother to serve as my date.”

  She lays one hand on my knee, gently laughing, and there’s no need for more. A few witty comebacks and she’d be mine to do whatever I want. This shit is like mathematics, you apply the formula, you get the results. Thing is, as hot as Lisa might be, I’m not in the fucking mood.

  All I can think about is Kim.

  But I really need to make an effort to forget about her, so I force myself to grin at Lisa as her hand lingers on my leg. Her fingers are slowly hiking up my leg, and I’m starting to feel --

  “Cody, I need to talk to you about something.” Kim’s voice cuts through the fog clouding my mind, and I turn around to face her.

  She’s standing behind me, hands on her hips and a pissed off look on her face. What did I do now?

  And then I notice the way she’s looking at Lisa.

  Oh, Miss Jealousy, nice to see you.

  12

  Kim

  “What the hell was that about?” I ask him, staring at him and tapping my foot against the floor.

  “What?” he shrugs, looking as innocent as a guy caught red-handed.

  “Don’t you what me! I saw the way Lisa was staring at you and… her hand was on your leg and…” What the hell am I saying? Am I really having this conversation with Cody? Yesterday I told him that we had to forget whatever happened between the two of us, and now here I am, acting all jealous. I sigh, and then look down at the floor. “I’m sorry, it’s not my place to--”

  “I fucking love the way you look when you’re jealous,” Cody stops me from finishing my sentence, closing the distance between us and whispering into my ear. I can’t lie, his words make me go from angry to wet before you can even say “twelve-inches.”

  “Let’s go home, Cody. Right now,” I find myself saying, the words tumbling out of my mouth in a rush. “I don’t want to share you with anyone else.”

  “See? Now you’re talking, ‘sis.” He responds, taking his cellphone out from his pocket, and firing up the Uber app. Biting down on my lower lip, I turn on my heels and cross the room, going straight toward Alicia.

  “I have to go,” I tell her, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “Cody’s not… feeling so well,” I lie, but Alicia’s having none of it.

  “Oh,” she starts, narrowing her eyes into slits as a devious grin takes shape on her lips. “Unwell. Are you going to nurse him back to health, then?” she teases me, reading the eagerness on my face.

  “I might.”

  “Then get the hell outta here,” she whispers at me, and I don’t need her to tell me that a second time. I go back to Cody and, arm-in-arm with him, leave the hotel ballroom Alicia and Derek booked for the party.

  The Uber we called for is already waiting for us at the entrance. The doorman tips his hat with a queasy smile, probably taking us for a couple, and we get inside the car as fast as we can.

  Even though the beach house is just ten minutes away from the hotel, the ride home feels like forever. I’m so anxious to be alone with Cody that I can barely breath. And this after I promised myself that I wouldn’t allow myself to succumb to him. Why are forbidden things always the best ones?

  “Thank you,” Cody tips the driver as the black car halts to a stop in front of our beach house. I stumble out of the car, fishing for the keys inside my purse, but Cody just stops me. He dangles his own keys in front of my face and then winks at me, walking around the house and toward the back.

  I follow after him and, since it’s already hard, I lose him from sight the moment he turns around the corner. I then see his silhouette against the gate that leads to the swimming pool in the back of the house, and then the gate creaks as it swings open. We both step into the outer patio, the swimming pool lights the only illumination in the place.

  He comes up behind me, his hands on my thighs and his lips on my neck. A shiver goes up my spine as I remember how good it is to have his body pressing down on me.

  “I want to fuck you right here,” he says and, even though I can’t see him, I know he has that devilish grin on his face.

  “So what are you waiting for?” I ask, teasingly. As a reply, his hand goes around my waist and under the folds of my dress, his fingers sliding up my leg and resting exactly on the right spot. He presses there, pulling me into him; and, just like that, I’m a wet mess. Cody knows exactly which buttons to push and he sure as hell doesn’t hold back; he pulls my thong to the side, brushing his index finger over the wet lips of my pussy and resting it over my clit.

  “You’re right; let’s not wait,” he whispers against my ear, gently rubbing my clit and making me bite on my lower lip. I should've known that I can’t simply tease him and then wait for him to hold back. I mean, he’s Cody, what else can I expect from him?

  He slides one finger inside me and I gasp, my pussy tightening as he goes deeper. With my ass pressing against his crotch, I can feel his massive erection growing as he fingers me. Just fuck me already, I think, enjoying the way the shape of his huge cock presses against me over my dress. In this moment, I wouldn’t complain if he bent me over the garden rails close to the pool, lifted up my dress, and simply rammed it inside me. Being with him feels too good for me to be rational right now.

  What happened to that naive and innocent girl, the Kim that always does the right thing? Cody and his gigantic cock happened, it seems. Since the first time in his room, when he fucked me like no one ever had, that I seem to have become desperate for sex. I just can’t lie about this anymore. Not a minute goes by without me reliving those moments over and over again in my head, becoming wet as I imagine his cock in my hand, in my mouth, in my pussy… No wonder women are all over him: he has the perfect looks, he’s reckless and, to top it all off, not only does he have a massive cock, but he also knows how to handle it perfectly. Perfect doesn’t even start to describe him.

  He slides his finger out, grabbing my thong and pushing it down my legs. My heart’s racing; I feel completely out of control, ready to have him fuck me senseless.

  I turn to him, my parted lips aching for his kiss. My hand goes to his crotch and I grab at the bulging shape that tents his pants. It drives me completely out of my mind, knowing that he’s so hard because of me. I hook my fingers on his belt and pull him to me, smacking my lips against his. He lets me do it willingly, and soon he’s grabbing me by the ass as we kiss passionately, our tongues wrestling against each other.

  I unbuckle his belt, the metallic sound of the buckle coming free an aphrodisiac song to my ears. I unzip his pants and press my hand against his boxer briefs, aching to feel his cock on me. My fingers slide under his boxers and I cup his huge balls, gently making them roll over in my hand; then I go up, curling my fingers around his massive shaft. I swear to God, there’s nothing better in the whole world than to know that a cock like this is mine to enjoy.

  As I start to stroke him I motion to kick my high heels out, but he just presses his legs against mine and stops me.

  “No,” he whispers, “keep them on.”

  Nice thinking, Cody, I think to myself, imagining how it will feel to be completely naked (aside from my heels, of course), my hands against the wall of the house as he fucks me mercilessly from behind.

  I pull his shirt out of his pants as I stroke him, anxious to see him naked in all his gloriousness. But I have all the time in the world, and there’s no need for me to rush things. So, with his cock in my hand, I simply kneel on the grass, right in front of him.

  “You’re so big,” I whisper,
running my index finger from his balls to his tip and looking up at him.

  “It sure is. And right now it’s all yours,” he replies with a grin, anxious to have his cock firmly nestled inside my mouth. I let my tongue out and brush it against his tip, swirling it around and around as I start to stroke him once more. I lean in one more inch, touching him with my slightly parted lips. He places his hands on top of my head and I can already feel the tension on his fingers as he fights against the urge to simply push my head down and get deep inside my mouth.

  I don’t want to make him wait but, in a way, I just love to tease him like this. I run my tongue up and down his cock, licking it softly, kissing at it without doing anything more than just brush my lips against it. He’s going insane with anticipation so, not wanting to torture him endlessly, I just lay my lips against his tip and open my mouth. His cock goes deep inside my mouth so fast I think I might gag, but once there, my tongue goes to work almost immediately, lapping at it hungrily. I bob my head back and forth, stroking him all the way in a matching rhythm to that of my mouth. With my free hand I cup his balls, caressing them carefully and enjoying their warmness against my skin.

  His fingers grab my hair by the root and soon he’s no longer following my movements but guiding them, telling me exactly the pace he wants from me. I love the way he’s using me, his cock fucking my mouth as if I can suck him like no other woman can.

  He eases his pace then, making me slow down. I obey, my lips patiently sliding over his cock as I pull it out from my mouth. I lick my lips, his flavor still lingering there, and look up at him with a mischievous grin on my face.

  “Happy?” I ask him teasingly. He takes his fingers to my chin and looks straight into my eyes.

  “Now that I’m here with you… I am very, very happy.”

  “This is so wrong...” I whisper, and my words are carried away by the warm night breeze.

  “And that makes it so much better,” he says with a quick wink, grabbing my hand and lifting me up from the ground. “Which is why I’m going to fuck you right here.”

  “I’m still waiting,” I grin at him, trying to anticipate his reply.

  “You won’t have to wait long.”

  I sure hope not because I can’t wait to have him inside of me again.

  Without a warning he sweeps me off my feet and, carrying me in his strong muscled arms, takes me to one of the patio recliners and lays me down. I fall there gently and, in a second, he climbs over me, pushing my knees apart and hiking my dress up to my waist. I’m so wet I can already feel my pussy dripping and soaking the thin mattress of the recliner.

  He starts by kissing my inner thighs, always going around my pussy but never touching it. He goes like that for what seems like an eternity, kissing and teasing, but never really acting on his delicious threat. I half moan, my heart ready to burst with so much anticipation.

  “Are you gonna make me beg?” I ask, knowing too damn well what his answer is going to be.

  He pulls back and looks at me, the smile on his face telling me everything I need to know.

  “What do you think?”

  “No…”

  “Beg, Kim… I wanna hear you beg.”

  I beg and not because he wants me to, but because I simply can’t endure his teasing any longer. I need to feel his mouth on me, his tongue darting inside my pussy as he sucks hard on my clit.

  “Please, Cody… Please, I want to feel you…”

  He doesn’t wait long. I close my eyes as his lips brush against my pussy, his tongue running up and down freely and always making a seductive victory dance over my clit each time it goes near it. Once again I’m in that special place of Heaven, one I never even knew existed. I squirm as his tongue parts my pussy lips and goes in, and my hands shoot to his head. I grab his hair fiercely and push him down with more harshness than I intended, rubbing my pussy against his face with no control whatsoever.

  He flicks his tongue against my clit and a jolt of electricity shoots up my spine, making my skin prickle. I moan, completely surrendering to him. His tongue dances around my clit as if he knows my body better than I do. Each movement seems wild and free and, yet, so carefully calculated as to bring me near the edge of ecstasy. This is so good it seems like something out of this world. Why am I just now discovering that pleasure like this exists?

  Sliding one finger inside of me he starts licking my clit harder, his tongue dancing unpredictably over it. Soon he has one more finger in me, stretching my inner walls wide and preparing them for his thick cock. When the third finger goes inside I’m already arching my back, fire spreading through my muscles and burning me away into sweet ecstasy. I pull at his hair so fiercely as I come that it’s almost a miracle that I don’t tear his scalp off. With my eyes closed I moan hard, enjoying the way pleasure crashes against my body.

  “This is so good…” I whisper as I look up at the night sky, my muscles still reeling from the orgasm. He climbs on top of me then, kissing me on the lips; somehow, the scent of my own pussy makes me ache for his cock even more.

  I take my fingers to his dark tie and undo its knot, sliding it out around his neck. With my eyes locked on his, I start unbuttoning his shirt, taking care of each button as fast as I can. My knuckles brush against his skin and, when the last button pops out, I lean into him and press my lips over his rock-hard abs, enjoying the smoothness of his skin. Submitting to that crazy craving, my tongue parts my lips and I lick him from his abs to his chest, slowly tracing the contour of his ripped muscles.

  I don’t want this moment to ever end.

  Grabbing him by his collar, I pull him close to me, so close our lips are almost brushing against each other.

  “This is so wrong that it feels right,” I tell him, my expression one of pure bliss.

  “Now you get me,” he grins at me, looking sly and devious.

  “I do”, I mewl, pulling him to me and smacking my lips against his. I slide the shirt down his arms, making sure my fingers brush against his skin each step of the way. I don’t want to waste a moment.

  Grabbing at the hem of his trousers I pull them down hurriedly, wanting his naked body on me as fast as possible. He kicks off his shoes and throws his pants to the ground, standing by my side only in his boxer briefs, that massive bulging he hides there calling to me. I go for it, laying my open mouth on his cock over his underwear and biting gently at it. But then I decide I’m done with the teasing; I want that cock of his and I’m done with waiting. I pull his boxers down as if I’m possessed, grabbing his length and shoving it down my mouth the moment it springs free. I bob my head back and forth in a flowing motion, a deep and low hum at the back of my throat.

  He grabs me by the hair, pushing my head back. There’s a grin on his face, a grin that tells me how much he’s enjoying ravishing my body.

  “It’s time,” he whispers, “for the wait to be over.”

  I grin back at him, completely out of control. I jump out of the recliner and, as he simply looks at me, I go toward the wall of the house and place both my hands there, spreading my legs wide. He comes up behind me, his hand climbing up my leg and under my dress. He grabs at my ass, caressing my crack and sliding one finger underneath it to rub my soaked pussy. Raising the hem of the dress, he presses his body into me, his cock fitting perfectly between my ass cheeks. I grind against him as if tomorrow will never come, making sure that his cock is as hard as it can possibly be. One hand goes to my breasts, furiously grabbing at them and pinching a hard rosy nipple between his fingers, and the other goes around my waist and cups my pussy, one finger deftly placed over my clit. He keeps pressing his cock against my ass, his finger on my clit drawing a cascade of moans out of me.

  Then he stops; he takes a step back, taking both his hand off of me. I look over my shoulder at him and he simply stands there, looking at me with hungry eyes.

  “You’re just perfect, Kim,” he tells me, and then he’s on me again, parting my folds with his fingers and pushing his cock dow
n and into my pussy. Thankfully I’m still wearing heels; as tall as he is, I don’t know if he’d able to fuck me like this without a few extra inches on me. But the heels solve that issue; I just have to jut my ass back in his direction and his cock slides inside me as gently as possible, straining against my walls as it goes.

  He slaps my ass and, all gentleness thrown to the curb, starts pounding me without any mercy. I don’t even go through the moaning phase, I go straight to screaming, his thick cock completely ravaging my tight pussy. Then, remembering that we’re still outside and that we have neighbors, I somehow manage to quiet down; what would my mother and stepfather think if someone complained about the noise?

  Cody tangles his fingers in my hair, his other hand all over my ass as his cock beats down on me. I rest my forehead against the wall, tears of pleasure coming out of my eyes as fireworks explode behind my eyelids. I come in a whirlwind of sensations, gritting my teeth at the intensity of it. It’s just my second time with him and yet I’m sure no one would be able to make me come like this.

  Grabbing me by the hips, he forces me to turn around. I turn on my heels, my legs still wobbly from the orgasm, and rest my back against the wall. His grin almost turns into a snarl as he places both his hands on my ass cheeks and pulls me into him, lifting me up from the ground as he does it. I react instinctively and lace my legs around his back, my arms over his shoulders. Holding me like that, he pins me against the wall and lowers me down just enough for the tip of his cock to brush against my pussy. Easing me down, his member enters me once again with that raw fury.

  I sway my hips over his cock as he leans in to kiss me. Holding me against the wall he thrusts his hips hard, ramming his cock into me in such a way that I can’t help but wonder if my pussy can take such a beating, no matter how good all this feels. My heart is racing hard, sending boiling blood to my veins, and pleasure is raging through me like a river after a flood. With one hard thrust of his that delirious ecstasy spreads through my body like wildfire and I scream once more, oblivious to the whole world. I tighten my pussy like a vice as I come, my fingernails digging into his back.