by Alexa Rynn
I immediately had the image of me pulling on her long dark hair while I fucked her from the back of that hot little body. Making her moan and call my name while I dug myself deeper and deeper inside of her.
I click on the picture, letting it take me to her full Facebook account. I turn my phone to the side, trying to get an even better view of the picture. I click on her photo album and start scrolling through all the pictures that are public to people she’s not friends with. Each one just as hot as the last.
I feel my cock start to twitch in my pants, excited just looking at how hot her little body and fat butt were. I lick my lips in satisfaction. I had to have this girl. It had been a long time since a girl had made me want to jerk off while I thought about her based on a single picture alone.
And then I see it. One of her pictures.
She’s in a place that’s all too familiar to me. The kitchen I grew up in back in New York, her arms wrapped around the necks of my father and stepmother. I look down at the name on her page for the first time since I clicked on her sexy picture.
Lacey Jackson.
I nearly drop my phone when I realize I’ve been thinking about having some fun with my stepsister. Damn she definitely hadn’t looked that good the last time I had seen her. It had only been a few years. Could someone change that much in such a short amount a time?
I bite my lip, still consumed by how good she looked in those pictures. I remembered her as this lanky little girl who would follow me and my twin brother around. She had hated me, always annoying the shit out of me while she drooled all over Ethan. It was so obvious she had been obsessed with him all through out high school. I had no idea how she thought he didn’t know, me and Ethan joked about it all the time.
Maybe if she had looked like this back then he would have been a little more interested in her.
I had jerked off to her pictures that night and the night after.
And a few nights after that.
I couldn’t get that body out of my head.
I wanted the real thing, I wanted to touch her, to fuck her, to make her scream out in pure pleasure and need. But she hated me, there was no real way to make someone who hated you want you.
Especially not in a week.
And that’s exactly how long the Thanksgiving break was next week when Lacey would be back home with my family. My dad had been begging me to come home for years and I had avoided it this year just like the last 3 but now I was starting to rethink my position.
If Lacey was home I might just need to make sure I was home too.
But I wanted her, I wanted all of her and fast.
And there was only one real way to make that happen.
I would just have to pretend to be Ethan.
I know it sounds fucked up but we had done it all the time in high school, switching places with one another to hook up with girls who wanted something to do with one of us and not the other.
Lacey was just another girl.
I would just tell Ethan about it and we would have a good laugh. He would have to let her down gently after but I would still get her, still have her.
It was just supposed to be about one night.
A game that I had played dozens of times before with different girls.
A game that satisfied me and thrilled me once I had won.
I wasn’t supposed to end up caring about her.
I wasn’t supposed to end up regretting it.
But that’s the thing about games you play with yourself, you never know when you’re about to push yourself to far.
Chapter 2
LACEY
I scroll over my stepbrother’s Facebook page, taking in all his hotness. Those deep blue eyes, that muscular chest and tan skin. His dark black hair that hangs over his forehead just a little. The same perfect smile spread across his face that I remember from when we were kids.
My hand lingers over the add friend button for minutes and minutes. Before I can make the mistake of adding him I slam my laptop shut. I couldn’t add him, not yet. It had been a year since I had deleted my old Facebook page and made my new one. A year since I had decided to remake myself.
I had been in the gym four times a week for the last year, watching what I ate and finally losing the baby weight that had seemed to follow me through out all of high school. I was definitely still curvy but I was more toned now. I had started getting attention from guys a lot in the last few months, but I only wanted the attention of one.
Ethan. My stepbrother.
I had wanted my stepbrother since forever and now it was finally my chance to get him. He hadn’t seen me in over a year, I looked a lot different now, a lot more grown up. This was finally my chance to show him I wasn’t the same little girl he remembered anymore, this was finally my chance to show him that there was something between us. I had always felt it and I knew deep down somewhere he must feel it too.
And next week was the perfect chance to do that. Thanksgiving break. A full week of being home with Ethan. Nothing to get in the way of the two of us finally confessing how we felt about one another.
My cell phone starts vibrating on the counter next to my bed and I grab it as soon as I see my mom’s cell phone number flashing across the screen. “Hi, mom.”
“Hey, honey!” My mom’s loud voice comes in strong from the other side of the phone. “How’s the packing going?”
I glance over to the huge pile of clothes that’s sitting on the floor in my apartment. Hair products, jewelry, shoes, and make up are spread out all around it without any type of order. “Great, almost done.”
“That’s great! I can’t believe you’re going to be here in just a few days! It’s so exciting!”
“I’m coming tomorrow,” I say, correcting my mom.
There’s a long pause from the other end of the phone.
“Mom?”
“I’m here,” she says, sounding unsure. “I could have sworn you said you were coming in Monday.”
I smile in spite of myself, this was typical of my mom. She was always mixing up times and dates, if she didn’t write anything down she was almost hopeless in remembering it. “No, mom, Saturday. I forwarded you my flight information. Remember?”
“Oh, of course, of course. Well, James had a overnight conference in New Jersey this weekend,” she tells me, referring to my stepdad. “I was supposed to go with him but I can just tell him there’s a change of plans.”
“Oh, no, don’t do that, you should go.” I walk over to the mess on my floor and start picking up random things to shove inside my suitcase. “I’ll be fine at the house for a night. It will be nice actually, having some time to myself.”
Yeah, nice to have time to prepare myself for Ethan.
“Are you sure?” My mom sounds unsure, like she thinks her not being there for one night is going to have some long-term effect on my life.
I pick up a pink shirt I haven’t worn in years and shove it inside my suitcase, who knows maybe I’ll be in the mood to wear it. “Yes. We will have all next week together.”
“Okay.” She sounds relieved now, like I’ve done her a huge favor or something. “Well, I do have some news about next week.”
I drop the pile of jewelry I’m holding in my hand, a feeling of dread coming over me. Was Ethan not coming home? He hadn’t made it home a few years earlier because he couldn’t get the time off from Law School. Now that he was in his first year at the practice maybe work was too hectic for him to make it home again. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “Is it… I mean… is Ethan still making it home this year?” I try to sound like I could care less either way.
“Oh,” my mom says, sounding surprised. “No, Ethan’s still coming home.”
I pick the jewelry up in relief and start to put it in my bag again. Ethan not coming home would have been a complete disaster.
“And so is Austin!”
I drop the jewelry all over the floor again.
Austin, my other stepbrother, Ethan’s twin.
“Why is he coming home?” I demand, not even trying to hide my disgust.
I hated Austin. He was a complete asshole and had been ever since we were kids. Always giving me a hard time and embarrassing me in front of anyone and everyone who was around. Not to mention I was pretty sure he knew I had a thing for Ethan since he was always snickering at me and making rude comments whenever I even looked at his twin. It would be a lot harder to get to Ethan this week if Austin was around.
“He just called James and said he could get the time off work after all! Isn’t it great? This will be the first time we’ve all been together in years!”
I roll my eyes to myself. Austin getting time off work was a joke. He didn’t work. He had jerked around through out most of college then invented some piece for a electronic company with his frat buddy that they sold for millions. He was set for life based off of a half of year of work, if that. He had gotten lucky, he didn’t know what it meant to work hard. Not like Ethan who had worked his ass off in college and law school to become the best lawyer he could be.
It had been that way ever since high school. Ethan was the hardworking one, always getting good grades and taking his future serious. He had been class president and captain of the football team. He wasn’t the typical jock though, more of a golden boy. Treating everyone around him with respect and tenderness. He had the same girlfriend for most of high school, never falling into the player category.
Austin had been the exact opposite. They were twins, so clearly he was just as good looking as Ethan. But he was a cocky asshole. He didn’t do girlfriends, too full of himself to settle down with just one woman. He was popular for fighting and telling people off. Popular for playing games with girl’s hearts and leading all the other douche bags in our high school. Ugh.
Not much had changed since then.
Austin had found any excuse to not come home in the past five years, only making it a handful of times. Why the hell did he want to come home now?
“Honey?”
I pull myself out of my own thoughts and grit my teeth. “That’s great!”
I can practically hear my mom smiling through the other end of the phone. “I know! So exciting! Well, I’ll let you go. I’m sure you want to get your rest for tomorrow.”
“Yeah, love you.”
“Love you too, honey.”
The line goes dead and I sigh to myself. It was so annoying that Austin was going to be coming home, too. I really didn’t want him there. But I was different now, I wasn’t the same little girl he used to push around and make fun of. I was grown up. And if Austin thought he was going to treat me the way he did back then he had another thing coming.
Sure, it would make me and Ethan finally getting together a little harder with him around, but I would push through. I would just have to work a little harder but that didn’t bother me.
After all, Ethan was worth it.
Chapter 3
ETHAN
I pull on the bimbo’s hair harder as I dig myself deeper and deeper into her pussy. She moans louder and louder. I smile in satisfaction. This girl was such a little slut. I knew the second I saw her last night at the bar she would be. She had an IQ of about 5 but a huge rack and a sexy little face.
It had been easy to get her to come home with me.
Almost too easy.
I had spent most of the night having as much fun with her as I wanted. And now it had continued into the morning. I smack her huge boobs a few times really hard, they’re bouncing all over the place from how hard I’m pounding the fuck out of her.
Her moaning stops and she moves one of her hands to her boob. “Careful, that hurt.”
“Shut up.” I smack her huge tit again, even harder than before, laughing.
She moans, letting me have as much control over her as I want. God I loved girls like this, ones that let you do whatever you wanted to them in the bedroom because they thought it would help them get you emotionally attached to them. So typically stupid of them.
“Yeah, Jackie, look at those huge melons bouncing all over while I fuck you.”
“My name is Jasmine.”
I pound myself harder inside of her, pulling her pretty face closer to me. “What’s your name?”
“Jackie,” she moans, happy to please me.
“Good girl,” I tell her, yanking on one of her hard nipples.
“Oh, I love that baby.”
I laugh. “You really are a little slut, aren’t you?”
She nods her head yes, moaning so loud she’s practically screaming now.
“Tell me how you’re my little slut, Jackie.”
“I’m your little slut.”
I can’t take it anymore and I pull out of her pussy and bust all over her huge boobs while she bounces them up and down waiting like the little slut she is. Her huge knockers are covered in my cum soon and I grin, grabbing my phone to take a picture of them to add to my collection for later.
I loved taking pictures of broads after I banged them.
I had a nice little collection by now, it was so hot to look back on.
I snap a couple shots and grin as I look back through them. “That’s gonna be a good one,” I say grinning down at my phone.
She giggles. “You’re so perfect, Ethan. I really can’t wait to meet your family.”
It takes all my self-control to not laugh out loud. I had been telling her last night how my father would love her, promising to bring her home with me as soon as I could get some time off from my busy schedule at the law firm. Obviously this was never happening, but she didn’t know that.
“They’re going to love you,” I tell her now and she giggles widely like a little schoolgirl.
My phone vibrates in my hand for about the hundredth time that morning. Damn couldn’t I get a moment to myself? I glance at the screen. Jessica. “Give me a minute, it’s my office.”
I step out into the hall of my condo and shut the door behind me.
“Hey babe,” I say after I hit the answer button.
“Where have you been?” Jessica demands. “I’ve been calling and calling. You never pick up.”
Yeah, I know.
“Aw, baby. I’m so sorry, I’ve been at the office all night working on this new case. It’s really taking a lot out of me.”
She doesn’t say anything, probably trying to decide if she should believe me or not. Jessica was my girlfriend. Well, as much as a girlfriend as I was capable of having. Having a pretty, smart, little girlfriend to show off at office events and sports functions was always a good look. Something I had learned in high school. Everyone liked a guy who was committed more, even when it came to hooking up.
“You were working all night?”
“Yeah, all night. And you know how Tom is about cell phones when we’re working,” I say, referencing my boss who could actually care less when and if any of us are on our cell phones.
“Oh, okay. I was just worried.”
“That’s so cute, baby.” I glance back down the hall to where my huge boob bimbo is waiting for her daddy. “I’m still here so I’ll call you when I get home, okay?”
“Okay,” she says, sounding like she believes me now. “I love you.”
“Love you too, bunny.”
The call barely ends before my phone starts vibrating in my hand again. Austin. Couldn’t I get a second to myself? I hit the reject button. I loved my twin but I would have to call him back later.
I walk back into my bedroom and grin at Jasmine, her huge boobs are back in her bra now and I lick my lips, wanting to see them again. My cock starts to move around in my shorts again at just the thought.
“How’s the office, baby?” she says in her ditzy voice.
I walk over and yank her big boobs out of her bra one at a time. “Bad, that place would fall apart without me. They have to ask me about everything.”
“You work so hard,” she tells me as she looks up at me with admiration.
“I know and I need to
relieve my stress.” I yank my shorts down and my hard cock pops out, standing at full attention. “Come over here and get on your knees.”
She does and I grin in satisfaction.
“Open wide, baby. I’m going to give you a nice big present.”
She opens her mouth and sticks her long tongue out and I shove my cock in her mouth.
It even amazed me how I always managed to get what I wanted.
Chapter 4
AUSTIN
Being back in my old room is weird. My dad and stepmom had barely changed it since I moved out five years ago. I hadn’t looked at Ethan or Lacey’s room yet but I assumed it was the same for them. I look around slowly, same white walls and blue rug. Same twin bed that my feet would hang off of once I got too tall for it. I can’t help but smirk when I think about how many girls I’ve had in that bed.
I look in the mirror at myself now. I hadn’t pretended to be Ethan since high school but I figured the jest of it was pretty much the same. I looked exactly like him so it was pretty easy, I just had to let my hair fall in my eyes, wear my glasses instead of contacts, and wear my pants about two sizes too tight.
I had tried to call Ethan and tell him about my plan a few times but he hadn’t got gotten back to me yet. I knew he wouldn’t care though, we had done this all the time in high school. Good girls always went for Ethan so it was just easier to get them by pretending to be him, less work for me.
I never understood how Ethan did it, pretended all the time. It was too much work if you asked me, always having to pretend to be someone you aren’t. It always amused Ethan and me when people called me the easy one since he had been with even more women than me. I didn’t mind though, I figured if anyone who was worthwhile came along I would have no trouble putting in the work to keep her. It hadn’t happened yet and the chances of it happening anytime soon were nonexistent.
Things couldn’t have worked out any better for me. It was like I was supposed to have sex with Lacey this weekend. Ethan wasn’t coming in until tomorrow night so there would be no distractions of him pretending to be me or me pretending to be him, whatever you wanted to call it. My dad and stepmom were away at some work thing all weekend. So it would be just me and Lacey. Perfect opportunity to get her exactly where I want her.
