She was so wet for me, so desperate to have my cock in her, it was such a good feeling. She was so responsive, every time I thrust I could practically feel the pleasure coursing through her, and that made me feel fucking amazing.
Her pussy was like a vice on my cock. Sex with Olivia was hard. I had to actually work to move inside of her. But it was so fucking worth it. My cock was on fire, and in a good way. I could tell from her reactions that Olivia was so god damn close to coming. Her breathing was getting shallower, the moans louder, and I knew exactly what that meant.
I was getting close too. With every thrust I could feel the orgasm coming on. I was going to come deep inside my stepsister, like I had so many times before.
Just as I felt her begin to tremble for good underneath me, I changed my mind.
“I’m coming!” she cried and with a quick movement I slipped my cock out from inside of her and matched her orgasm, coming on her back instead.
The perfect curve caught my cum perfectly, I watched as my cock shot spurt after spurt of hot seed on her perfect, silky-smooth skin.
I groaned in pleasure while Olivia moaned underneath me. We came together, and it felt right. Fuck. What was wrong with me? I wasn’t the kind of guy who gave a shit if he came at the same time as his girl.
A second later she collapsed onto her stomach on the bed, completely spent, my seed still all over her back.
Fuck, that was a sexy sight.
I wanted to stand there forever, wait for my cock to get hard again and jack off over her, until she was completely covered in my cum.
My little fantasy was interrupted by sounds coming from the kitchen though. I knew Olivia heard them too. Her eyes widened and she looked up at me over her shoulder.
“Don’t worry kitten, I’ll take care of it,” I told her, rubbing my hand along her perfect ass for a second before getting up off the bed. “Give me a couple minutes, then come down.”
Olivia nodded, and I got off the bed and dug my clothes up from the floor.
I went to my room and grabbed my phone, turned on the music, stuck the headphones in my ears and went downstairs in tune with Weezy.
When I ran into Olivia’s mom in the kitchen, I took one earpiece out.
“Hey,” I greeted as I moved past her and went into the fridge, grabbed a half gallon jug of milk and started drinking it straight from the bottle.”
“Kaleb! Everyone else has to drink from that,” Olivia’s mom scolded me.
“Sorry,” I replied with a sheepish grin. Whatever.
“Is Olivia ok? I thought I heard her cry out a couple minutes ago.”
I shrugged. “How would I know?”
I saw her mom looking at my headphones, and I knew she disapproved of me right then and there.
“But yeah, I saw her as I was coming down. She looked fine.”
“Good. Are you joining us for dinner tonight?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Places to be.” That was true at least. I was going to a party with some friends. The next day was the meeting with my dad, when we’d tell him about the dude at the company stealing, and I honestly had no idea how it was going to go.
Well, I was going to be hungover. I knew that much.
Just then, Olivia came down the stairs. She was so fucking hot. Her hair was wet from the quick shower she’d obviously just had, and I wanted to take her right then and there against the wall.
“Liv!” her mother asked. “Are you ok? I thought I heard you cry out a few minutes back.”
I wasn’t worried. My sister was a really quick thinker. She was pretty shit at lying though. But she handled this like a pro.
“Oh, I just stubbed my toe against my bed a couple minutes ago. Nothing major.”
“Well that’s good, I’m glad you’re ok” her mom answered, not even looking up from the green pepper she was cutting up. She bought it. Perfect.
“I’m out. See you tomorrow at work Kitten,” I told my sister. “Remember, meeting with dad at nine.”
“See you then,” she replied, those big eyes of hers getting even wider as she realized that meant it was the meeting.
I went back upstairs, grabbed my wallet and car keys, then headed out the door.
I loved my stepsister. Someone was stealing from my father’s company and I knew who it was. Fuck. This summer was not what I expected.
Time to go drink away my problems, and deal with them another day.
Fuck.
Kaleb
This was easily the most nervous I’d ever been for a business meeting before. Hell, it was easily the most nervous I’d ever been for any meeting before. I wasn’t the kind of guy who cared about things like business or work. But this was different. This was a business I was supposed to take over. I was going to be the head of this company. Sure, I didn’t want to do it. It sounded boring as shit. But I had to, and I knew that if I didn’t do a good job, that the lifestyle I had grown up with wouldn’t be the lifestyle I’d live forever.
And that sucked. I liked fast cars.
Olivia came into the office before my dad did. Her eyes were wide, adorable. I briefly wondered if I had time to fuck her quickly before my dad got here, maybe pound the nerves out of both of us, but before I even finished the thought Helen came on the intercom to tell me my dad was coming in.
My stepsister sat down in one of the chairs across from my desk. Her breasts were heaving up and down under her shirt just slightly, but enough for me to know that she was nervous. I sent her my best reassuring smile as my dad opened the door to my office and came in.
“Kaleb, Olivia,” he greeted us both with a nod, and a handshake for me. My dad was the old fashioned type that thought women belonged in the kitchen and not in the boardroom. Which was a fucking stupid attitude to have. But hey, whatever.
“What would you like to see me about?”
Olivia and I had decided that I would show my dad everything Olivia had come up with. It was just going to be easier that way.
“Well dad, working together Olivia and I found a few irregularities in the numbers of some old projects. We did some digging, and we found out someone has been embezzling money from the company.”
There it was. Give it to him straight. No bullshit.
My father pressed his lips together and paused. Olivia and I waited with bated breath to hear his response.
“These are serious allegations, Kaleb. Are you sure?”
I nodded.
“Yes. I can tell you both who the guilty party is, as well as track the finances. We know where the money went, the names of the made up companies he used, and we can show you how we found out who he really was.”
“Show me.” My father got up from his seat and came over to my computer. I was ready for this. I showed him the name of some of the companies we found, explained to him how we found out about the personal finance blog, googled the name and found Andrew Pollock’s name.
As soon as we told him that’s who it was, my father changed completely. His calm demeanour went straight to angry.
“Absolutely not. There is no way Andy is involved in this.”
“What? But dad, we have all this proof.”
“No. I don’t care what you’ve found on the internet, it’s all lies. For one thing, this is my company. I started it, I ran it for years. I would know if something like this was happening in my business. And for another, I’ve known Andrew Pollock since we were at Wharton together. There is absolutely no chance that he’s involved in this.”
That’s when Olivia piped up.
“You can ignore it all you want, but this is happening. Millions of dollars are gone, and if it wasn’t for the fact that I went looking through old accounting files, they never would have been found out. So you can stick your head in the sand and pretend that this could have never happened with you at the helm when we’ve shown you proof that it had, or you can deal with the fact that it’s happened, that it’s a friend of yours that did it, and do something about it.”
Holy shit.
If it wasn’t for the fact that I’d seen it with my own two eyes, I never would have believed that little Kitten had that kind of spark in her.
She had never been the sort to speak up. She had always been the quiet, studious, nerdy type. Not one to rock the boat, and yet here she was, standing up for what she had found out.
It was fucking hot. I wanted to bone her brains out, right then and there.
Unfortunately, it didn’t look like my dad appreciated her newfound confidence as much as I did. His gaze turned to her, and his eyes were like ice.
“Did anyone ask you to speak?” he asked, his voice as cold as his grey eyes. I thought for sure Olivia was going to back down then.
“No. But it has to be said. Everything I’ve said is correct.”
“Look, dad,” I started, trying to steer the conversation away from Olivia. I didn’t mind getting yelled at by my dad. Whatever. I was pretty used to it by now, to be honest. I wasn’t exactly a stellar kid. But he ignored me.
“How dare you take a job I offered you out of kindness to your mother, and you take it as an excuse to go through my company’s financial information and slander one of my best friends? And on top of that, now you’re telling me how to run my business? Well, too bad. You’re fired, Olivia. Leave, right now.”
This was finally enough. Her eyes welled with tears and her lip trembled. I imagined Olivia had never been fired before in her life – or even been scolded by a teacher for anything.
Still, she got up wordlessly and left the office.
I was torn. I didn’t know what to do. On the one hand, my father was here, and I was sure he wanted to yell at me for this a bit more. On the other, Olivia was obviously crying, obviously upset, and the thought made me feel sick to my stomach.
Fuck. Why the fuck are you in love with her? You can’t go after her. It’s not right.
But I did.
“Where are you going?” my dad asked as I got up off my chair.
“To find Olivia,” I replied.
“You sit back down, I’m not finished here,” my father boomed.
“Well, I am,” I replied, leaving the office and not bothering to close the door behind me as I left.
I knew I was going to get yelled at for that one. But fuck it, I didn’t care.
I found Olivia by her desk, still trying to hold back the waterworks, but a few tears staining the top of the books she was grabbing to take with her betrayed her.
“Hey,” I told her softly.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the meeting with your dad?”
“No. I saw how upset you were and…”
I trailed off, not really knowing how to finish that sentence.
And because I love you, I came after you.
And because it breaks my heart to see you upset, I came after you.
And because I’d do anything to make you happy, I came after you.
Nope, none of that was acceptable.
“Look. What my dad said in there was shit. I wasn’t going to let him say that stuff to you then let you go out on your own. He was wrong. Plain and simple. And you know what? I’m super fucking proud of you for saying what you said. That took balls of steel.”
I might have been wrong, but I was almost sure Olivia gave me a little bit of a smile for that last line.
“Let’s go out. After all, we have the rest of the day off.”
She looked like she was going to say no. And you know, if she had, I wouldn’t have blamed her. After all, the last time I took her out when she was crying ended in a trip to the hospital. But it also ended with the best sex of my life.
“Yeah. Ok. But no Chinese.”
“Fine. I promise you an establishment that actually follows the health codes.”
“Thanks,” Olivia replied, and this time the smile was definitely there.
I helped her grab her things and took them to my car. Once they were safely locked in the trunk, we made our way downtown.
The more I thought about it, the more pissed off I was at my dad.
Fucking hell.
What kind of fucking arrogant douchebag sees the evidence we gave him, and then decides we were in the wrong?
I tried to focus on the road. I was taking Olivia to one of my favourite places, a modern restaurant that doubled as a bar at night. I needed a fucking drink.
I parked my car in the garage across the street and took Olivia in there.
“Hey Kaleb,” Marie greeted me. She was one of the owners, a woman in her early fifties who along with her husband started this place when their kids moved out of the house. “How’s your date today?” she asked, looking at Olivia, whose face immediately went beet red. So fucking cute.
“Nah, Marie, this is my sister, Olivia. Stepsister, I mean,” I corrected myself. Shit.
“Oh, sorry Olivia. It’s nice to meet you,” Marie replied, leading us down past dark tables in the dimly lit space to a booth at the end, the plush seats beyond comfortable.
“Can you get me a rum and coke, make it a double, and a shot of tequila to start?” I asked Marie.
“Bad day at the office?” she asked, mentally writing down the order in her brain, and I nodded.
“Just a diet coke please,” Olivia ordered, and we sat at the table, facing each other, menus lying flat and unnoticed in front of us.
“So… that sure sucked,” I told Olivia. She still looked like a fragile glass statue, like at any moment she would break into tears.
“Yeah. Yeah, it sucked,” she replied.
“Listen. There’s something I think you should know,” I told her. I pushed the menu across the table to her and she opened it. “You’re going to get fired. At some point in your life, you will do something that someone doesn’t like, and it will cost you your job. It happens to all of us.”
“But it never happens to me,” Olivia replied. I wanted to laugh at how naïve she sounded, but knew better than to do it.
“It does. It just has. And you know what? You’re better for it.”
Just then Marie came back with our drinks. I thanked her, and slammed back the shot of tequila straight away to take the edge off. The burning sensation that ran through my body instantly made me feel just a bit more relaxed.
"Alright, what food can I get ya?" she asked, one hand on her hip, the other looking between Olivia and I.
"Cheeseburger and fries, please, Marie," I ordered, handing her the menu. I hadn't even opened it. Didn't need to. I guess that meant I probably spent a bit too much time here. Oh well.
"I'll have the same," Olivia ordered. "After the morning I've had, I deserve to eat as many calories as I want today."
I grinned at her as Marie took our menus and went off.
"You know what pisses me off more than the fact that I got fired from a damned summer internship?" Olivia asked me, her eyes now filled with rage.
"No, what?"
"Your dad's such a fucking short sighted prick. Sorry."
"No, it's fine. And you're right." I took a sip of my rum and coke. "He is a fucking short sighted prick. We showed him proof, fucking proof that this shit was going on under his nose and he decided to just ignore it because it was a guy he's known for ages? That company's going to be our inheritance."
Another sip of the rum and coke. This was going down fast. I motioned for Marie to bring me another.
"Exactly! If nothing else, he should be doing it for us. Those are millions of dollars he's stealing from our family."
The more Olivia and I spoke about it, the angrier I got.
This was so fucking unfair.
Everything about my fucking life right now was falling to pieces.
Marie came back with my second drink, and I asked her to bring me a third while I finished off the first and started on the second.
I leaned back in the booth as I drank. Olivia was sitting across from me, silently seething about this to herself.
Then I thought about my life.
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I was in love with my stepsister.
My father was ignoring someone siphoning millions of dollars away from his company, a company he eventually wanted me to run.
The stepsister I was in love with was moving away to California in a couple of weeks.
It was like the more I drank, the more all the feelings inside of me began to well up. The pain became unbearable, and so I drank more to push it back down.
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