“That’s your fault too.” I whisper.
She glances back at the darkened house, only the light just outside the sliding glass door is on. Everyone besides us has already retired for the night.
Her hand slowly makes its way towards my offending appendage. I hold my breath until she makes purchase and my eyes close tightly as I draw in a deep breath I’m suddenly missing.
“This is for me?” Katarina clears her throat. “Because of me?” she asks.
“Because of you, and those shorts.”
“My shorts?”
“They hug your ass like a goddamn dream.” I confess. “I can feel when you’re looking at me. Can you feel me looking at you?” I know she does. Several times tonight she’d caught me watching her.
“I thought so, but I thought I’d imagined it.”
Her hand starts rubbing me through my pants.
“It wasn’t your imagination. Even though I know I shouldn’t want you…I do.” My head falls back as her small hand continues to rub my thickness. The sounds of the tines of the zipper catch my attention. Looking down I see as her hand reaches inside my boxer briefs pulling my cock free from its confines. I should stop her. Shouldn’t I? But, I don’t want to.
“Sterling?”
My eyes leave her hand on my dick when she whispers my name. “Yeah?”
“I want you too.”
Chapter Four
Katarina
I’ve never been so bold before. Never have I told a man that I wanted him. But, oh how I do. It’s been years I’ve lusted over my father’s best friend, a crush I’d never planned on seeing come to fruition, but here I am with my hand on his cock, and his breath fanning across my face.
Lazily I stroke him, amazed on how hot the rigid flesh feels in my hand. I’m amazed at all the ridges and lines I feel. One thick vein throbs beneath my fingertips, and several others are raised and firm beneath my hand. Sterling is proportionate here as he is everywhere else on his body. Broad shoulders, wide chest, thick neck, strong thighs, ridiculous calves, and one big penis. I have to clench my teeth to keep my amusement hidden at the thought of using the word penis at this very moment.
His large hand covers my own as he squeezes, showing me just how he wants me to please him. Gripping him tighter, stroking him faster, I lose myself in the cadence of his breathing. Pleasing him is all I want to do. “Like this?” I ask.
“Just like that.” He groans. Bending closer to me he asks for what I’ve been afraid to. “Kiss me, Kitten.”
This time I don’t look towards the house to see if anyone’s watching us before I go for it. Honestly, I don’t care if we’re caught right now or not. It’s not like I’m not legal. I’m as grown as my sisters and they both have boyfriends—well, Isabella has a girlfriend—even though my parents don’t know that part yet, but you get what I’m saying.
His lips brush against mine. Only once before he pulls back and looks me in the eye. “You want this, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh.” I say barely audible. “I want this. I want y—”
Before I can finish his mouth is on mine and I’m being kissed unlike any kiss I’ve ever experienced before. Sterling’s mouth commands my own. My breath is stolen from this wet, warm, so wrong blistering kiss that feels like pure sinful ecstasy. He speeds our hands up as we stroke his dick, all the while he kisses and nips every bit of my lips. Licking the seam of my mouth and sucking on my tongue when it peeks out to play with his.
Sterling groans and the sound I swear enters my body through my mouth and exits where I rub my legs together trying desperately to ease the desire I feel there. My sex clenches when I look back to where our hands hold him together. A small pearl droplet of his come slowly slides down the head of his shaft, smearing it beneath my palm it lubes the way for smoother strokes. I don’t even recognize the mewling noise that escapes from my own mouth.
“Mmm…my Kitten’s purring for me.”
His words have me doing it again.
“Fuck that’s hot.” his fingers begin to dig into my thigh and I’m guessing he’s close. “I’m going to come. You’re going to make me come, Kitten.”
I think of swallowing him but I want to watch, see his face as he falls over that cliff that I brought him to.
The head of his penis is almost purple and looks nearly angry. Come continues to drip from the slit at the tip, and the temptation to taste him gets stronger.
“Look at me, Kitten.”
Obeying him I look into his eyes, well aware of the need he must see looking back at him. Closing the distance between our mouths once again, he growls when I kiss him back harder than I had before. The sound reverberates into my mouth causing my hips to move, the seam of my jean shorts hitting the perfect spot. I moan softly.
“Here I come. Watch, Kitten. Watch.” He gasps.
Doing as he commands I watch the first strands of creamy goodness spurt from his cock and slide down the side of my hand, I begin to orgasm myself. It’s a climax like I’ve never experienced before. My toes curl, legs lock, and my sex spasms grasping at a cock that isn’t there. Sterling shudders violently as he comes. A low loud groan accompanies his ejaculation. So hot. I’m enraptured by him.
“You just came didn’t you?” he pants.
“Yeah.” I whisper and feel my face heat even more.
Sterling pulls my hand to the pool and cleans himself from my skin, the pink glitter nail polish visible once again. I must make a disgruntled noise because his movement stops and he’s asking me what’s wrong. My shyness wants to come forward but I don’t let it.
Meeting his gaze I admit, “I wanted to taste you.”
Releasing his hold on my hand he reaches down, grips his semi-hard cock, strokes it a few times, then squeezes as he milks out another healthy drop of his very essence. With his middle finger he scoops the pearly liquid onto his fingertip and brings it to my lips. “Taste me, Kitten. Swallow me.”
Sterling exhales sharply when my lips close around his fingertip and suck all he has to give me. The salty taste travels through my mouth and once again my pussy clenches. All these sensations are new. Things I’ve never felt, feelings I’ve never known. It’s as frightening as it is exciting, and I’m thankful that I’m experiencing it all with him.
“Fuck. You keep making sexy little noises like that I’m going to be fucking you in your parents own backyard.”
I wouldn’t stop him either.
“You two are still out here?” My mom’s voice startles us both.
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand I answer. “Hey mom. I thought you went to bed.”
“I did, but your father was afraid that Sterling had fallen asleep out here…again.”
“One time! It was one damn time, Rosemary.”
Helping me to my feet I straighten my shorts the best I can, they’ve ridden up my hind end about as high as they can go, stuck in the crease of my thighs. Without thinking I pull the wedgie from my behind and hear him growl behind me. “Sorry, I’ve gained too much weight to be wearing these things anymore, I guess.”
A rough hand on my elbow stops me in my tracks, I find a pissed off man in my face. Sterling has to bend at the waist to look me in the eye. “You’re fucking perfect.” Albeit his words are harsh I believe him at this very moment.
“Sterling?”
“Bed. Yes, Rosemary. Sterling is off to bed.” He mocks my mother.
With my hand engulfed by his I’m practically dragged across the yard, onto the patio, and through the backdoor. Coming to an abrupt stop when we nearly collide with my father who’s standing in the kitchen in well worn plaid pajama pants and a tank top. His hair is a mess and he looks relaxed—a look rarely worn by my father. Now, that I look at my mother once again her expression mirrors his.
“Oh ewww!”
“What, Kat?”
“If you two are going to have sex can you keep it in your room?”
Apparently they find it as funny as Sterling. Me? Not so m
uch.
Chapter Five
Sterling
Laying in bed I keep my eyes closed, the room seems to spin less with my eyes closed. No doubt Rosemary’s the one banging around the kitchen. The strong coffee aroma fills my nose and it’s almost tempting enough to get me out of bed…almost. Luckily it’s only Sunday and I don’t need to go into the office until tomorrow morning. One too many of Ron’s cheap beers, I guess. Same crap we drank as kids, same stuff we stole from Ronnie’s old man’s fridge out in their garage. My tastes has matured to fine scotch and rich bourbons, his sadly has not.
Now, I’m not going to blame my actions last night on the alcohol but I’ll admit that it certainly aided in my poolside behavior.
Katarina. Ann. Thompson.
I know that she was born on the twenty-third of February. She had hair so blonde it was practically white, just a peanut under four pounds. Rosemary and Ron had thought that they were going to lose her, me too. Maybe that’s why I kept my distance when she was so young? I’d lost a younger brother when he was an infant. Losing Remme stayed with me, and I guess you could say I couldn’t get close to a child only to watch the moment it was put in the ground once again. Thankfully, Ron and Rosemary were so consumed with two young girls and a premature Katarina that they hadn’t noticed my distance.
Isabella and Angelina were the daughters I’d never have, always had been. Katarina…wasn’t. Oh, don’t get me wrong I care for her and always have, but I’ve never seen her the same way I’ve seen her sisters. I guess I had always been waiting for the other shoe to drop. It never had. She was a healthy child and caught up to her peers by junior high, other than physically that is. Katarina had stayed petite, her frame small, but in recent years she’d filled out more. The first time I’d noticed she no longer was a girl was on her graduation day. High heels, cap and gown, and walking across that stage with her diploma held high.
I’d seen her drink a glass of wine that evening with dinner, Ron and Rosemary had always been open minded when it came to that. All three of their girls had enjoyed the occasional glass of vino from time to time with their parents permission. No harm no foul.
Watching as Katarina ordered a white Zinfandel, then scrunched up her nose as she drank it I realized she was a woman in so many ways, but in others she was far from. Ron is right, she is immature and irresponsible in a lot of ways. But, all she needs is a man to guide her, one with a strong hand. After last night I keep thinking that could be me. Obviously she doesn’t see me as her sisters do. Not once has she called me uncle like both of them have over the years. I’ve seen the way Katarina looks at me, I’ve seen that look from women before, it’s the look of interest.
And, last night by the pool was a little more than merely interest. The way she’d held me in her small hand had me more intoxicated than the alcohol. Her touch was hesitant and contained an innocence that I’ve never known, always going for successful, professional, independent women, I’ve never felt the touch from one who wasn’t sexually confident. I’d wanted to reassure her, but at the same time I’d considered stopping it all. But, with her hand on my cock, and the way she looked at me with those big blue eyes, and smudged eyeliner, wearing that ridiculous unicorn shirt I wouldn’t—rather I couldn’t turn her away.
I’d thought of her hands on me before last night. Her curves would have nearly any man wondering what it would be like to hold those hips in his grip, to rub that round ass, sample those full tits, and see if her pussy tastes as sweet as you’d think. My friendship with Ron and Rosemary was the only thing stopping me from acting on my attraction. Although, yesterday I’d made the decision that no longer would I wait on the sidelines. Hearing Ron’s fears only confirmed what I’d been thinking. Katarina needed a man like me. One that would care for her, take care of her, keep her in the spoiled princess lifestyle she’s been raised.
I want that.
I need that.
I can give her that.
Suddenly, my curiosity has morphed into something so much stronger. No longer is looking the other way an option. She’d only tasted a drop of me last night, but I still see it as a bit of me was inside of her. Not only had she sampled my flavor but Katarina had become mine. Respect for the friendship I’ve had with Ron since we were teenagers is all that kept me from going down the hall and dragging Katarina back to the spare room and violating her too many ways to count. The innocence in her touch, the exploration of my erection makes me think her experience is limited, can’t say I’m upset about that. Actually, the thought of teaching her, guiding her in the art of absolutely killer sex will be a fucking pleasure…literally.
A knock at the door kills the vision of Katarina’s dainty fist wrapped around me poolside.
“Uncle Sterling, pancakes in ten.”
“I’ll be there in five, Isabella.” Okay, I’d try to be there in five or whenever my equilibrium kicked back in and my erection went down. Easier said than done when I know she’s down there, my Kitten’s waiting for me, beside a stack of flapjacks.
Chapter Six
Katarina
First, I’d thought he’d had more to drink last night than I had thought, even forgot what we had done. Which is something I couldn’t even fathom since it was on replay in my head. Not only had I had my hands on the man I’d fantasized about since I was a prepubescent girl, but he’d kissed me. Like, really kissed me, the kind of kiss a man gives a woman. There was so much more than seeking sexual gratification. I’d swear there was claiming, maybe even an ownership happening. God, I had hoped so.
Then, this morning Sterling had pulled out a chair and sat in front of the plate of pancakes my mother made for him, and all without lifting his head to glance my way. Resigned I’d went to the fridge and pulled the milk out, pouring everyone a glass, but being sure to add ice cubes to Sterling’s glass the way he likes it.
Everyone was already eating and laughing at my father teasing Sterling about sleeping outside once again. Seriously, it stopped being funny long ago, but not to my parents.
“Thank you, Kat.”
Bending down I kissed my father on the cheek. “You’re welcome.”
When I go to set Sterling’s glass in front of him he reaches out, but doesn’t take the glass from my fingers, and instead rubs his fingers over my own. Reminding me of his hand over my own last night while I—rather, while we jerked him off. “Thank you, Kitten.” He remembers.
My mother snorts. “Kitten? Where did that come from?”
My eyes dart to Sterling’s and I’m not fond of the panic in the pit of my stomach. Silently I’m begging him to say something, anything that will divert the several sets of eyes glaring at me.
“I prefer Kitten to Kat.” He shrugs like that should explain it all. My sisters go back to eating, mother goes to fetch the coffee from the beeping maker, and my father turns his gaze from me to Sterling. Neither says anything, yet I feel like there’s a non-audible conversation going on, a challenge of sorts. Of course Sterling stands his ground, I expect nothing less, and eventually my father looks away when my mother sits by his side once more.
Sterling stands and pulls out the empty chair next to his own. I pretend not to notice that everyone is watching us again as I sit and place the napkin on my lap. Instead of handing me the plate of pancakes Sterling places two on my plate, then cuts the food into pieces before pouring syrup on them. My chest is near bursting when he sets the plate in front of me and hands me a fork. “Eat, Kitten.” He says while snatching two pieces of bacon off of his own plate and setting it on mine. “You want juice?”
Shaking my head I answer “I have milk,” before taking a bite of the sugary sweet deliciousness. “Thank you.”
“Of course.”
His hand falls beneath the table and rest on my upper thigh where he squeezes the thickness firmly. Without thinking I lean over and kiss his stubble covered jaw.
A sharp pain shoots up my shin. “Ouch!” Looking over I see Isabella glaring at me with wide eye
s and I realize what I’d just done.
“Kat, baby you okay?”
“Yeah, sorry. Cramp in my leg.” Glaring at Izzy I rub the pain away and hope there won’t be a bruise tomorrow.
“You need to exercise more, sweetheart. Through the lips and straight to the hips, you know.”
She means well, I know she does, but it’s embarrassing and honestly it kind of hurts. Angela and Isabella are tall and lean like my mother, even my father is pretty fit. Then, there’s me…short, chunky and other than my dark blonde hair, blue eyes and upturned nose I hardly resemble the rest of them.
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