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“Colin?”
“Good morning, sweet girl. Sleep well?” His hot breath tickles my neck.
“Colin, what are you doing?” My voice trembles with excitement and nervousness.
“What does it feel like I'm doing, Abigail?” He kisses the side of my neck again and I find myself lost for words as I try to absorb every touch. “Do you want me as much as I want you, Abbs?”
“I do.” God, do I.
“Can I touch you? I've been dying to for so long.” He nibbles my ear, pushing his erection into me harder. His cold hand works under my shirt, sending shivers down my spine, but also moisture to my core.
He’s been dying to touch me? Holy hell, I might die from this new information.
“Yes, touch me, please,” I beg, trying to push myself closer to him because it doesn’t feel close enough. He grabs a handful of my breast, massaging and kneading it, while he continues to layer kisses on my exposed skin. When he rolls my nipple between his fingers, I now sound like one of those quivering, moaning girls in porn, and he hasn’t even really touched me yet.
He gives my boob a final squeeze before working its way back down my stomach. His hand is at the hem of my sweatpants and he stops. “I need to know if this is what you want, Abbs, because once I touch you down here, I’m going to lose all my fucking control. Be honest, I will never force myself on you.” His words are genuine and serious, which tells me deep in my soul he might actually care about me.
“Yes, I want you, Colin,” I murmur, and with no more hesitation, he slips his hand under my waistband and into my underwear.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Abbs. Your body is so warm and fits perfectly with mine,” he says in my ear while his fingers brush over my damp folds. My body trembles at the different feeling of him touching me down there.
Is this happening or am still in a dream?
“Does it feel good? Do you like me touching you like this?” I don’t say anything, but hum happily, trying to convey my affirmation.
He chuckles and pinches my clit. The sensation causes me to jump and tingle all at the same time.
“Fuck.” I’ve explored my own body enough times to get off, but fucking hell, I could never make myself feel that.
“You’re fucking soaked. So, you can’t lie to me. Now answer me, do you like me touching you like this?” he growls in my ear and pinches it again.
“Yes,” I tell him through gritted teeth. I close my eyes trying to relax my erratic heart. This is what I’ve been wanting, what I’ve been picturing every time I touch myself. But at this moment, I’m a little nervous, worried if I’m ready for this and wondering if this is going to hurt.
Chill Abbs, I yell at myself inside my head. This is more than what you've have dreamed of. You trust him. He won’t hurt you.
I can feel Colin’s eyes burning into me, but I’m afraid to open mine, still trying to calm my breathing.
I want this. I want this with him.
“Have you ever had an orgasm before?” I shake my hips against his fingers. Wanting more of him and not wanting to play the game of fifty questions.
“Answer me, brat.” He has the nerve to get smart with me, but the peppered kisses on my exposed neck, and his fingers still teasing me, make me quickly forget his tone.
My whole body flushes and I nod.
“How?”
“My…my...fingers,” I stutter, not believing I’m admitting out loud to Colin how I get off. Hell, I still can’t believe he’s in bed with me. I just didn’t expect all this the day after he admitted he liked me. Aren’t there like bases you have to hit before you get to home?
Okay, get out of your head, Abbs. Close your eyes, and feel his fingers rubbing you, his wet hot kisses on your skin, and melt into him. I tilt my head to look at him, seeing his eyes bore into mine. He smirks and lays a light kiss on my lips.
“You touch yourself only with your fingers? No dildo?”
“No,” I breathe. “I like to pretend they’re yours.”
His eyes light up and before I can process the sight, he kisses me—hard. His tongue is an elixir making me dizzy and spellbound. I'm now his, at his command, for him to do whatever he pleases with me.
One of his fingers slips inside me and my gasp causes our mouths to part. He smirks as I thrust my hips to his, begging for more, but he backs away for another question. “You touch yourself like this?”
“Mmm-hmm…”
Another one of his long fingers enters me. I clench around them enjoying how full I feel.
This is so wrong, but it feels so right.
“You never had a dick inside this tight little pussy?”
“No.”
“Maybe we should change that. Would you like my cock inside of you, sweet girl?” He starts to pump, and my belly tightens with the familiar tingle building.
“Colin…oh god.” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as his thumb circles around my clit and forces his fingers, faster and deeper inside of me. He mutters something in French and I swear I feel myself get wetter.
“Do you want me? Like I want you, baby?” He nips my ear. “Nobody is home. Just me and you. You can scream as loud as you want because I'm going to make you come multiple times this morning.”
His words alone are enough to make me unravel around his fingers. I call out his name as my body quivers and my brain goes to another planet. Why can I never make myself do this?
“Oh, that’s fucking hot, baby.” He removes his fingers from me, while I parachute back down to earth.
He lets out a loud moan and when I look at him, he’s sucking his fingers. “You taste amazing.”
And I’m dead. Again.
He rolls me onto my back and hovers over me. Colin is already naked and I blush when I catch the sight of his dick. It's huge, veiny, and angry looking.
Feeling brave, I reach out and grab it. It feels silky smooth in my palm as I work my hand up and down his shaft. I bite my lip, unsure if I’m doing this right, but then he groans, throaty and deep from his chest. When I glance up at him, he’s staring at me, his eyes darken in what to me looks like a lust-filled gaze. “You like this?” My voice sounds tiny and timid, even though I’m trying my best to play the seductress.
“Oh, you don’t know how much. It’s better than I ever imagined. But I know those pouty lips would feel even better.”
Suddenly, I do wonder how he would taste in my mouth. I trace my thumb over the head, smearing the drop of pre-cum around. My hand continues to pump, and I slide myself down the bed and lift myself up enough to come face to face with the only snake I’ll ever want to meet. My tongue darts out and I lick the base of his cock and taste the saltiness of his cum. I’m not sure what to think of it, but I go in for more and swirl my tongue around the head before sliding him into my mouth as much as I can in this position. It isn’t much, and he thrusts hips, letting it slide further down my throat.
“You’re going to unman me.” His voice croaks, and his body trembles. His words and his reaction build my confidence.
Letting him slip from my mouth, my hand still works him over, as I glance up at him. “Well, I don’t want to do that.” I smirk, popping my mouth back open for more, but his hand grabs under my chin, halting me from more of the throbbing, silky delicacy.
“Abbs, as much as I want those pouty lips around my cock, I want to be inside of you when I blow.” My body tingles in delight at his words, and my clit throbs in anticipation, ready for the moment I’ve been dreaming of countless times while touching myself, thinking of him, buried inside me.
Especially after he left me hanging last night.
Colin moves my hand from his cock and gives me a satisfying smirk. “I’m going to take you now, Abigail. You still on your birth control?”
“Yes. How did you—”
“I know everything about my favorite step-sis,” he mutters sarcastically, scooting me back on the mattress, and my head flops back on my pillows. He leans down to kiss me a
nd I nudge his shoulder.
“I’m your only step-sister.”
“That you are. First, let’s start by getting you out of these clothes.” He grabs the hem of my pants and pulls them down, flinging them across the room.
“These are cute.” He grins, tracing his finger over my pink cotton briefs with tiny red hearts all over them. My cheeks burn and I can’t believe these are what I’m wearing—these childlike panties—the first time he sees me like this. I make a mental note to never buy underwear in six-packs again.
Colin dips his nose into my core and inhales. “Baby, you smell so fucking good.” He rubs his nose up and down, before placing a kiss in the center. “I hope you aren’t attached to these.”
Before I can answer he’s ripping the cotton fabric off me and throws it across the room, “You could’ve just taken them off?”
“What’s the fun in that?” He winks. Grabbing the bottom of my shirt he pulls it over my head and exposes my breasts.
The corner of his lips twitch, and I can feel my nipples harden under his gawking stare. “Oh, these babies are better than I remember.”
Remember? What?
But I have no time to think about what he means when he sucks and pulls on my nipple. It pebbles, to the point of pain, before he moves to the other one. His hand rubs between my center, while he takes his time teasing my breasts. Once he’s had enough, his lips hover over mine. “You ready for this?”
“Yes. Please.” I beg, though I suddenly feel the bundle of nerves flutter in my stomach. Knowing any second, I’m about to lose my virginity.
Colin lifts my legs and places them around his waist. The tip of his dick is nestled right at the entrance. It’s like it’s begging to come in, and yet, I freeze.
His forehead wrinkles with concern and he rubs his hand down the side of my face. “We don’t have to do this, Abbs, if you aren’t ready. I know I came on strong...”
“I am.” I mean his fingers were just inside me, and it felt incredible. There’s no doubt his dick will feel better.
“Babe, you’re all tense. Your face is all scrunched up.”
“I’m fine.”
“Abbs, I refuse to hurt you, and I will if you are like this. We can just play around more.” He starts to move away from me and I grab his shoulders, pleading with him not to go. I love that he’s concerned, but there’s no way in hell I’m passing on this moment.
“I’m ready. I’m just nervous because I know it’s going to hurt.”
His hand brushes back my hair, and he kisses me ever so lightly on the lips. “It will. I’m not going to lie, but as long as you’re relaxed, it’ll be okay. I won’t hurt you. And if it does, you tell me to stop.”
“Okay.” I take a deep breath and nod. “I’m ready, I'm sure. I want you.”
His eyes search mine, I’m sure searching for any more doubts, but then he grins. “You don't know how good it is to hear you say that.”
Fisting his cock, he strokes himself along my soaked slit, teasing me, and I can see my arousal coat his dick. Slowly he sinks into me and I hiss at the intrusion.
“Ahh, shit, Abbs, you're so fucking tight,” he groans. I yank on his hair, as my pussy stretches to accommodate him. “You feel amazing, baby.”
I close my eyes and take even breaths as he fills me completely, and the initial sting fades away. His lips kiss and suck every surface of accessible skin as he gently works in and out of me. I sigh, content, with how amazing he feels inside of me and from the intensity of the connection we just made together.
“You still okay?” Colin whispers and my eyes fly open. I nod eagerly, biting on my lip, not wanting him to have any concerns about what has now happened between us.
“Yes, it feels...so good.”
“Abbs. Abbs. Abbs,” he chants my name, and the blue in his eyes darken with hunger. He cups my chin his hand, resting his forehead to mine. “You’re mine now,” he says sternly, putting his official claim on me.
“Yes, yours.” Someone ignited the confetti cannon in my heart because it just exploded, releasing a colorful burst of celebration. Such simple words make me feel so wanted and desired, something I never felt before—at least not like this. Colin is taking me to heaven and away from this hell with each thrust and every kiss.
His strokes become longer and harder, while our tongues continue to tangle with each other. My heels dig themselves into his back trying to hold on, as each of his strokes brings us both higher and higher. Our moans echo off the walls, and our bodies glisten as we climb to our peaks.
My stomach tightens and my toes tingle, and with one more powerful stroke, I fall off the cliff, calling his name like a prayer, finding bliss.
“Abbs,” Colin whimpers, his hand fisting my hair. His lips clash to mine, burying himself deep in me, as he follows me off the edge.
He rolls off me and cradles me into his arms. “How was that?”
“Amazing…”
He strokes my back and goosebumps prickle on my skin. I never want this moment to end, but I know it will. All good things must come to an end.
“Amazing indeed.” He kisses me. “There’s something I want you to do for me.”
“What?”
“Sleep naked. I don’t want to have to worry about clothes coming between us when I sneak in here in the morning after the rents go to work. I want you to start your school day right, by feeling me inside of you. That way you ache in class always thinking of me.”
“You really want to do this again…” I can’t fight the smile on my face.
“Fuck yeah, again and again.” He grabs a fist full of my hair and kisses me forcefully, knocking the wind out of me. All the oxygen has left my body, and I gasp for a breath. I don’t stop him, because there’s no better way to die then choking on his kiss.
He lifts my leg up and slides into me again.
Oh, yes, this feels just right.
My eyes flutter open, and my hand falls with a thud to the empty space next to me. I jolt up, wide awake now and search the room. The bright sun rays peek in from behind my curtains.
“Colin?” I call out, hoping he's in the bathroom. No answer, no sounds and it's easy to figure out he has left.
If it wasn’t for this ache between my legs and still being naked, I would believe it had all been a dream.
Anger flares in me, feeling abandoned and used after what we had shared. How could he just get up and leave like it was nothing? Was this a one-time thing where he bones me out of his system? My fist slams into the mattress and I scream, hating myself for letting him in so easily.
“What's all the yellin’ about?” Colin chuckles and I turn to see him standing at the door with a cocky grin and wearing only a pair of gray basketball shorts.
“Oh...um.” I stutter and sink under the covers, feeling like a moron for thinking the worst. “I saw a spider?”
“And it caused that kind of rage?” He walks over to kneel on the bed, placing a kiss on my cheek.
“Yeah.” My cheeks flush, mortified. “It has no business being in my room.”
“Liar.” He pushes me down to the bed and hovers over me. “You thought I left you. Admit it.”
“Admit what?” I question with a wicked smile.
“You’re such a brat.” He moves the blanket off me and his fingers brush against my ribs. Goosebumps rise on my skin from the gentle touch. “I guess I should give you another reason to be pissed at me then.”
“What?” I barely get the word out when this mofo has the nerve to start tickling me. I scream with laughter, trying to kick the bastard away, but he’s got me locked in place. My ribs feel like they’re being played like a xylophone. “Stop, fucker!”
“I am a fucker, aren’t I?” He continues to tickle me till I beg for mercy.
Once he stops, I lie on the bed trying to catch my breath as he plops down next to me. “I hate you. You know how much I hate that.” Though I hate being tickled, Colin always gets a pass because it means he's touching
me.
“Well, you never complained before. I thought you liked it.” He smirks, and I shove him away.
“You know it’s a lie. Remember that one time I kicked you in the balls because you wouldn’t stop?” I giggle at the memory. It was at least a year ago, and he was over visiting. I stole his phone, just to be a pain in the ass and get his attention. Well, he chased me around till he mowed me down to the couch, tickling me till it fell out of my hands. I was laughing so hard, while in agony, and ended up kicking him in the nuts.
You could say it was the last time he did that, till today.
“Trust me, I didn't forget.” He rubs his junk and cringes. “You should get up so we can go get some food. There’s nothing in this house, and I’m starving.” He stands and makes his way to my dresser throwing the first bra he grabs at me.
Somehow, he managed to grab my favorite bra. Next, a pair of pink matching lace panties come landing beside me.
“I can get my own clothes, you know.” I roll my eyes and slip on the underwear.
“I know, don't care. I'm in a hurry to get some grub. It's late enough.”
“What time is it?” I have no clue what time it was when Colin stumbled in here and pretty much had his way with me, but I know it was early. We had sex twice, then showered, and I finally passed out in his arms.
Only wish I woke up in them.
“After ten,” he says, as a shirt comes flying at me.
Ten, shit. The basement is fucking destroyed, well not destroyed, but there’s shit everywhere, and Victor will have my head for sure if I don’t get it cleaned. My mom will ground me for life for even thinking of throwing a party. It’s not what I need right now.
“We still need to clean up the basement. They're coming back tonight.”
“I already did.”
My head shakes, trying to clear out my ears. Did he say he cleaned the basement for me? The whole thing? That had to take hours and why didn’t he wake me? It was my party.
“You did?”
“Yeah, last night and this morning. I figured it was the least I could do, and I know how particular my dad can be about things.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but it was the last thing I had expected for him to do.
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