by Eden Connor
We slid through curve after curve. Tires shrieked, but not as loud as the voice in my mind. Don’t be an idiot. I just wasn’t sure which course of action the voice advocated against.
Gripped by tension, my entire body ached. The stench of burning rubber filled the car every time it slid sideways. Trees rushed closer and closer, but he spun the wheel and the vehicle straightened out before we could skid off the road. When he swooped around one last curve, we sped up a hill. The front tires left the ground when he rocketed over the crest. My stomach took a nosedive. Ahead, the lane straightened and disappeared over another hill.
We landed with a jolt that made my teeth snap together. The rear end swerved. I just knew the tires wouldn’t grip. We headed into a spin that could only end with us splattered against the trees, but he wrenched the wheel in a direction my brain screamed was the wrong direction and the car recovered. A flash of heat that had nothing to do with him raced over my skin.
“Hell, yeah!” He let out a triumphant whoop, turning a naughty grin my way. The car rolled to a stop in the dip between the two hills. My tension morphed into exultation. His delight was infectious and I couldn’t help laughing along with him. He was a bad boy, just as I’d feared.
I want you. How would that work?
Colt leaned forward, pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, and crossed his arms on top of the steering wheel. His stare took away my ability to laugh. I could barely breathe again, but a new worry replaced my fear of dying, but I couldn’t articulate it.
“Shelby, my dick’s been hard and hurtin’ ever since I stood outside your door, listening to your moans. Baby, I need to come. And I want to look in your eyes while I do it. Don’t you wanna see how hard you make me?”
Maybe escaping certain death made me stupid, but I’d never wanted anything more. The idea of watching while he jacked off was so...beyond the pale, I blinked. And in the same breath, I wanted to see his cock. Wanted to see how his face looked when it twisted in pleasure.
Why wait till I got to college to start my exploration of the male anatomy when I had such a perfect specimen at hand? My stomach twisted with the thought, but the drumbeat between my thighs picked up speed.
“Let me show you. Please.”
I glanced around. All I saw were scrubby weeds and tree trunks, but anyone could come over either hill at any time. The primitive part of my brain said that was the point to stopping here. He had all the earmarks of an adrenaline junkie. Before I could decide whether to protest or not, he popped the button on the waistband of his jeans. He lifted off the seat and eased his zipper down.
His penis sprang through his open fly. He hadn’t lied about being hard. He was rigid. He wasn’t as long as Caine, but when he gripped his shaft, his fingers only met after he squeezed so hard, the head of his cock turned purple.
He handled himself much rougher than I’d have dared. I stared, fascinated by the violent way he jerked himself. Rolling his head to face me, he said, “You know I’m thinking about your pussy, don’t you, Shelby?”
The heated words drove spikes inside my channel. I dragged my tongue over dry lips. “Colt, please. This is wrong.” My body said this whole stepbrother thing was bogus, so why not indulge?
He groaned and changed his approach. Stilling his fist, he thrust his hips to drive his cock through the encircling fingers. Showoff—but the change made it easier to imagine he thrust into me. Every tender point on my body cried out to be touched.
“Are you wet? Don’t I tear you up inside, the way you do me?”
Stop. How can I resist when you say things like that? “Colt—”
He stilled. “Is it Caine? You’d rather have him, wouldn’t you?”
“No!” I hadn’t formed a preference, because I’d never expected to have to choose.
He went back to thrusting. “Show me how wet you are, Shelby. Are your pussy lips swollen? Can you feel your heartbeat in your cunt?”
His rough words both repelled and inflamed me. My body did everything he described and more. “Shelby. Please. You see what you’re doing to me.” He choked the thick flesh again and groaned. A pearly bead swelled in the center of his cock head.
I’d pictured making this decision under far different circumstances. I’d imagined disembodied hands fumbling in the dark, teasing me out of my clothing. Not brutal carnality in broad daylight. He offered no tender words, no cajoling lies about love.
While I debated, his expression turned surly.
“Cars don’t run for free. You wanna ride with me? Then I’ll take gas or ass, little sister. You got gas money?”
He knew I didn’t have any money. I had no idea where we were. This wasn’t the route the bus took. I dropped my head and stared at my book bag. When I shook my head, he reached over the console.
The cajoling tone returned. “I wanna see if those thighs are as soft as they look.” I had no luck trying to pry his hand away.
I could find my way back to the house. Maybe Caine would drop me off at school before he took Mom to the mall.
But she’d ask about Colt. I pictured her shocked face. Imagining the conversation, I saw her eyes go wide. Then she’d tell Dale, and once that drama was over, she’d curl into a ball and cry because I’d messed up her new life.
Even if she took my side, we were stuck here until the part arrived to fix Mom’s car. Assuming the car loan or whatever was in her name and not Dale’s so we could take it and go. I didn’t know a soul in this town and neither did Mom. For that matter, no one I could think of would come and pick us up. She’d given up our apartment. With no home to go back to, what would we do?
Maybe I could talk to my new stepfather, if I could just get out of this situation.
“I’m a virgin. Please, Colt, don’t do this. We’re supposed to be a family now.” I forced myself to look at him.
Black, unfeeling lenses stared back. He’d pulled the damn sunglasses down over his face again, but his mouth twisted into a scowl. “Goddammit, now I owe Caine fifty bucks. He said you were a virgin, but I said there wasn’t a seventeen-year-old on the planet that hadn’t been fucked.”
He took his hand off his cock and released his grip on my thigh. Hope raced through me. Maybe this was just a sick game of tease the new stepsister. But my heart fell when he yanked up the hand brake.
“Cock’s too damn hard to drive,” he grunted, lifting off the seat to thrust into his fist. “What would your mama say if she knew the way you taunted me and Caine this morning, sticking your fingers into your wet pussy and moaning like a bitch in heat, knowing I stood right outside your door? Does she know she raised a goddamn cock tease?”
I stared in horror. She wouldn’t believe him, but... would he do it?
The hard thump of the door locks engaging made me jerk.
“Take your panties off. I wanna see if the hair between your legs is as red and pretty as the hair on your head.”
I didn’t know what else to do. Just thinking about telling Mom what Colt had done made my stomach knot. But if I made it through that nightmare, only for him to tell her what I’d done while he and his brother stood outside my bedroom door—
She might think I was deliberately trying to ruin her marriage. Just the fallout could mess up things between her and Dale. I was sure each parent would back their own kid. I didn’t want to find out.
I slid my hands under my skirt, hooked my thumbs in the elastic, and slid my underwear down my thighs. The act wasn’t as hard as it should’ve been. Part of me howled in outrage because this wasn’t the tender moment of my dreams. Another part said this was better than anything I’d imagined.
Don’t I tear you up inside, the way you do me? Was that why he’d turned so mean? Not used to rejection? Or even hesitation? I could believe that.
Colt wrenched them from my hand. Stuffing them under his thigh, he barked,” Turn around in the seat. Don’t even play me, Shelby. You know damn well you want to. Every time you look my way, those big eyes just eat me up.
Do you lie in your bed and get off at night, thinking about me?”
He knew. The guilty flush spreading over my cheeks made denying that I did any such thing impossible.
“I bet you play your games with half-grown boys. Come on up to the big leagues, Shelby. I’m a grown-ass man. No time for little girls.”
The door handle bit into my spine, but I drew one foot onto the seat and swung around in the seat to face him. Colt grabbed my knee and shoved my leg so wide, the tendon connecting my leg to my hip shrieked with pain. Pain I cared nothing about when he let out a low whistle.
“Looks like fucking fire,” he panted, eying the sparse curls covering my mound. “Goddamn, what a pretty pussy.” When he swept his tongue across his lips, I felt the stroke in my slit. “Are you so swollen you hurt, baby?”
His knowing look prompted my admission. “Yes.”
He’s going to touch me. My pulse sped. I wriggled lower on my spine until my mound peeked above the console. I knew he’d touch me—wanted him to—but I still flinched when he dragged his calloused thumb along my slit.
“See? You’re wet. Feels good, doesn’t it?” The insistent stroke felt too good. Indecently good. Better than good.
Arousal surged through me when he shoved his sunglasses on top of his head. Now I could see the heat in his eyes again. What was wrong with me? Even knowing how cruel he could be, why was I so turned on?
“You want me bad, don’t’cha?” he accused. “Beg me, Shelby. Beg me to get you off and I won’t tell your mama about her little cock tease daughter. Baby, don’t’cha know, I’ll make you come harder than you did?”
I had no doubt that last bit was true.
Staring through my spread thighs, all I could see was his shaft moving through his fist. I couldn’t help imagining that fat cock spreading me wide. That would hurt, but even as I had the thought, I grew wetter.
Who would know? Did it matter? Colt would lie if it suited him. I wanted to protect my mother. I wanted him to touch me. Two birds, one stone. “Touch me. Make me come.” The guttural tone sounded nothing like my voice.
His grin was one-sided and his eyes flashed. I gasped when he eased his thumb into me. “Goddamn, you’re tight. Ride it, Shelby. Ride that thumb and pretend it’s my cock. Imagine me splitting you wide damn open. Show me how bad you wanna be my girl.”
His girl. Oh, yes, what a way to kill time until I left this god-awful place.
I thrust my hips upward, driving him into my pussy as deep as I could, which wasn’t far—or far enough. He let his thumb slide out of me and pinched my clit. The hard touch sent sparks through me. This was so much better than touching myself. When he pushed inside me again, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the way he circled my entrance.
“Play with your nipples for me, baby sister. One night real soon, I’m gonna crawl in your bed and suck those little tittles all night long. That’s gonna feel so damn good, you’ll crawl on top of me and put my cock right in here,”—he waggled his thumb inside my channel—“and ride me like a fuckin’ stallion.”
Picturing that, I pushed my sweater up. My breasts weren’t big enough to bother wearing a bra, but my nipples stuck out, erect and throbbing. Brutal lust flamed in his eyes when I gripped the tender points. Knowing I’d been the match to light the flame sent my common sense up in smoke.
Doing as he ordered kicked my arousal onto a plane I’d never reached before. I needed to come and I sensed he hadn’t lied. This would be more intense than when I’d gotten off against the door.
I moaned and thrust my hips faster. No matter how I pushed up, he always pulled back. I judged he stopped at the first joint on his big thumb, but he jerked his cock with a desperation equal to mine.
I eyed his girth, wondering how it was possible to get all of that into me. But the wondering drove me higher. If bigger equaled more pleasure, as gossip suggested, could I stand it?
Each slight twist I gave my nipples increased my need until I could barely breathe. Our ragged breaths coated the windows with condensation, shutting out the rest of the world. My need to come made me squirm, but Colt gripped my mound, controlling my movements. Exertion made sweat trickle down my sides and I panted for breath.
Colt jerked out of me, but slid his thumb up to meet his finger. The way he pressed my clit between his fingers sent a strike of lightning through me. I cried out. He gripped my pelvic bone with his fingers, digging into the soft flesh. The forceful move spurred me to grind against his hand. His grip compressed my swollen nub against his palm. My back bowed with the touch. My toes curled. My vision went dark. I shuddered uncontrollably and cried out my release.
“Fuck, you’re a hot little thing.” Pride raced through me at his approving tone. He touched my clit with his forefinger, rubbing a circle around the throbbing nub. I was too sensitive. I tried to pull away, but had nowhere to go. He changed to a diagonal stroke, fast and light, never slowing to let me catch my breath. “Pretty goddamn pussy. You know you’re about make your big brother blow, don’tcha?” Dark talons of pleasure gripped me again. Lightning flashed in my channel every time he dragged his fingertip over my swollen nub.
With no conscious command from me, my pussy tightened and released, only to tighten again. The hard convulsions made tears sting my eyes. Waves of pleasure dragged me under, but I couldn’t shut out Colt’s dirty words. I crested again, unable to stop my cries.
He ground his palm against my slit. “Dirty little sister, cumming all over big brother’s hand.” I couldn’t stop butting into his palm. I squirmed and panted, begging him to stop, but the waves of pleasure went on and on. Twisting in the starry midnight inside my head, I sensed the dark thrill that gripped me was spurred by his taunts.
Dirty little sister. Two things I’d never been in my life defined me now.
He pulled away at last, leaving my hole opening and closing like a hungry mouth.
He raked his shirt up and pinned it under his chin. He switched his grip, cupping the head of his cock. He twisted his palm fast and hard, like he wanted to wrench his orgasm free. “I bet you’re gonna burn me alive when I finally get my cock insid—gah! Coming.” The last word was a guttural groan. He dropped his head against the headrest, gasping for breath. His hips jerked, but I sensed the motion was caused by the creamy fluid spurting onto his chest, lacing the tanned skin.
He let his head roll in my direction. His lids were heavy and he wore a self-satisfied smile. “This is all you.” He made circles with his palm, rubbing his cum into his chest.
This is all you. I had no idea what he meant, but the act was primitive and primal, so shocking that I sensed the moment would stay with me forever. He pulled his palm away and reached for me. I was spellbound as he curled his fingers over my mound and pressed the sticky residue against my swollen nether lips. Another primal move I had no idea how to process, but heat from his hand seared me like a brand. I don’t know how long we sat like that. Long enough for every logical thought to burn up and blow away. When he pulled his hand away, my tender inner lips stuck to his skin, like my body didn’t want to let him go.
Something dangerous blazed through me. I didn’t care about Mom. I didn’t care who might drive by.
All I cared about was that he smiled. “Good girl,” he crooned. “Aren’t you proud of how hard you got my cock and how you made me come like a fucking fire hose?”
I’d done that? “Yes,” I gasped.
He broke my gaze. Dropping his head, he lifted off the seat again and tucked himself up.
Realizing I still sprawled, I struggled to turn around in the seat. “Can I have my underwear?”
He flung them into my lap. “I wanted to keep those.” I snatched the panties off my lap and turned them, trying to line up the leg holes so I could put my feet though them. Before I could lift one foot, he dropped the brake and hit the gas.
I managed to pull my underwear up just as he slammed to a stop outside the front entrance of the high school. How close had we been to the school wh
en he’d ordered me to put out or get out? A tenth of a mile? Less? I gave him a dirty look. He gave me an innocent smile.
A bell rang. End of first period, or second? I grabbed my bag and opened the door. He peered into the rear view mirror. “Well, I’ll be damned if it ain’t Brandon McKinna.” I turned and stretched to see out the narrow back glass. A truck similar to Caine’s pulled in behind us.
Colt set the hand brake and climbed out. Jogging to the driver’s side of the truck, he slapped the roof. I managed to get out of the car and moved around the front end on trembling legs. When I reached the sidewalk, I hesitated, unsure what to do. Should I wait, or had he forgotten he’d said he’d go inside with me and give me an excuse for being late? Or lunch money?
There was no way I could remind him of such childish needs.
The guy behind the wheel lowered his window. While the pair chatted, the passenger door opened. I recognized the bright waves that flowed over the shoulders of the young woman who slid out of the truck. The tall blonde was in two of my classes.
“See you later, asshole.” When she rounded the front end of the vehicle, she slapped the hood and grinned. The guy behind the wheel flipped her a bird, returning her smile.
She bounded up to Colt. He threw an arm around her and kissed her cheek. “Hey, girl.”
She slapped his ass and turned away. When she spied me, she smiled. “Late, too? You’re Shelby, right?”
It took an effort to wrench my attention from Colt. “Yes. Isn’t your name Caroline?” Thick eyeliner ringed friendly hazel eyes. Her blue shadow was a shade too blue. A pale nude color shimmered on her lips, outlined in deep burgundy. Overdone perhaps, but I couldn’t deny she was pretty.
“That’s right.” She uttered a heavy sigh and glared at the one-story, concrete-and-plate glass building. “Let’s do this.”
“I-I was waiting for Colt. He’s supposed to tell them in the office why I’m late.”
She squinted from me to Colt while I shivered in the slight breeze. “How in the world do you know Colt Hannah?”
Pride made me snap. “I live with him.” Her mouth rounded. I hurried to add, “He’s my stepbrother.”
