by Dark Angel
Moving fast, Cody makes me roll to the side, his cock still inside of me. With my back on the grass and Cody on top of me, I finally submit and let him take the lead. He starts thrusting so fast that I go momentarily blind, his movements are so intense and relentless that my body finally reaches the limit.
“Oh God…” I moan as an avalanche of pleasure crashes against me and buries me in ecstasy. I twitch and spasm, my limbs flailing erratically.
But Cody’s not done yet; pulling out, he hooks his hands under my hips and rolls me to the side again. He forces me to go on all fours and then positions himself behind me.
He slaps my ass with the back of his hand once and then twice, and the pain of it climbs quickly into my brain, turning into delicious pleasure. Then, with one hard thrust, he starts fucking me, completely demolishing my pussy.
I open my mouth to moan, but no sound leaves my lips; he’s fucking me so hard I can hardly breathe, let alone moan.
I just grit my teeth, readying myself as I feel his whole body tense up. His fingers are my hips as he rams his cock inside me with such strength that this time I can’t stop it; I let out a scream as I come. I scream hard as ecstasy explodes inside of me, but he keeps on thrusting. He keeps fucking me with that raw intensity until his cock twitches hard inside me and I feel his spasms as his cum fills me up. I remain still as his cock jerks against my inner walls, gushing his warm seed inside me like a geyser.
I react without thinking and push my knees forward, forcing his cock out of my pussy. In that exact moment, he starts spraying his cum all over my back, thick strands of semen landing on my naked skin. I roll to my back then, allowing him cover me in it.
“Fuck,” he groans, grabbing his cock by the root and stroking himself.
“Come…” I whisper, not even knowing what I’m saying. “Come over me…” I grab at my tits, squeezing them hard and then moving my fingertips over my chest, smearing his cum all over me. I tremble as my fingers go over my hard nipples, and then I gasp as one long gooey strand of cum hits me straight in the face. I don’t even know how it is possible for him to have so much cum inside of his body. Wasn’t it enough for him to have a monstrous cock? Does he also have to shoot gallons of cum? It seems like Cody is extra special in everything he does.
I open my mouth and, aiming his cock, he shoots the last strands of semen straight into my mouth. My tongue is sticking out, and it doesn’t take long for semen to be dripping down it and onto my chin.
I moan as his cock gives its final spasms, and then he just looks at me with an exhausted expression on his face, breathing hard.
“This was intense,” he grins, and does something I didn’t expect at all. Letting go of his cock, he leans into me and kisses me, pushing his tongue inside my mouth and scooping up all the cum I still have there. I close my eyes, surrendering to all this sweet decadence, and then tremble as he takes his tongue out from my mouth and slides it down my chin.
He licks me all the way to my breasts, and then wraps his lips around my nipples, one at a time. Still lying back, I moan sweetly as he licks me dry, both his tongue and lips working tirelessly over my skin. When he’s finally done, he throws himself by my side, and I can’t help but look at him; cum is dripping down from his chin, and his lips are glistening.
“This is crazy,” I say to no one in particular, but his response comes quickly.
“It is,” he whispers, and then my hand goes looking for his. I grab his hand and, holding it, I take a deep breath and look into the starry night sky. It’s a clear night, and there’s no moon, so the space is brightly lit by thousands of tiny specks burning millions of light-years away. Around us, the only light comes from the pool, a blue gentle glow that spills over to the grass and onto our bodies.
Whatever happens after this, I know I will never forget this moment. Because this, right now… This is perfection.
Cody
It’s been three days since I arrived in New York and, fuck, this city is boring as shit after what happened in the Hamptons. Who knew that the Big Apple could feel like an ex-lover full of wrinkles and stretch marks?
Well, not everything is bad; Kim’s here too, so that’s something.
I know what you’re thinking, but no, we haven’t fucked since that last time at the engagement party. Still, we’re trying to make an effort to get to know each other. I mean, it makes sense. Even though we’re part of the same family, we went straight to fucking before we even knew if any of us was allergic to shrimp and shit like that.
Look, I don’t usually do stuff like this. Talking about my interests, having dinner… All that regular shit. I’ve never done ‘regular’, you know? For me an average night out ends in chaos, mayhem and dripping thongs. This ‘dating’ thing is as alien to me as the tampon shelves at the supermarket.
But, just between you and me, it’s not that bad. It’s been interesting to talk with Kim like a regular human being. She’s so much more than just a piece of ass; she’s smart, funny and ambitious. Remember when I complained about the women here in New York? Yeah, Kim has exactly the one quality I was missing—substance. And that’s exactly why I tried to put sex out of my mind for a while.
After her time in the Hamptons came to an end, she convinced me we should put things on hold; we wouldn’t make any decisions, but instead we’d make an effort and get to know each other. Seems reasonable, doesn’t it? Yeah, I thought so too… But now that my balls are as swollen as blue tennis balls, it doesn’t look that fucking reasonable anymore.
The one time I went for dinner with her I could barely concentrate on what she was saying. I lasted half an hour and, as interesting as the conversation was, my brain then decided to mentally tear apart the tight dress she was wearing.
It’s hard; yeah, it’s fun, but that doesn’t make it any easier for me.
For instance, right now I’m sitting in the living room of my downtown apartment, waiting for her call. We agreed to have dinner together again, but she hasn’t responded to any of my texts since 2 PM. I know she’s busy handling some bullshit scandal for the Mayor, something to do with the teacher’s union, but fuck… I’m going insane in here.
Besides keeping an eye on my investments—just to make sure I always have some cash at hand—there’s not much I do every day. I usually sleep until three in the afternoon, get up and go to the gym. And then it’s the same cycle—dinner and drinks, clubbing and drinks… and then sex and drinks. I probably go to bed around five or six in the morning, and then it all starts over again the next day.
So, you know, this change of pace has been interesting. But it’s also driving me fucking crazy. I probably look like I’m a fucking maniac wired up on cocaine right now. I’m switching channels on the TV every thirty seconds, trying hard not to hit the bottle before heading out for dinner. But the clock keeps on ticking and ticking, and still there’s nothing from her. It’s 6 PM already, and I’m ravenous, and the more I wait for her call, the more I grow ravenous for something other than food.
Bzzzzzt, my cell phone buzzes inside my pocket and I reach for it like an overly excited high school girl. It’s a text from Kim, finally.
I unlock the screen and, the moment I read her words, I feel as if someone kicked me in the balls. “Won’t be able to make it today. Sorry!” it reads, and I immediately feel like a fucking idiot for waiting on her. I mean, what the fuck? I’m holed up inside the house like Bin Laden, anxious about going on a date with a stepsister who I’m not even fucking, and then she flakes on me. Hoo-fucking-ray, Cody, way to go.
You know what I need to do? I need to fucking unwind. I won’t be seeing her today, so I guess it’s time for me to get out of the house. I’ll probably call some friends of mine and go out for dinner. Then, who knows?
Now, don’t go looking at me like that. I’m not going to hit the clubs so that I can score some hot piece of ass. My balls might be as blue as the clearest of skies, but that doesn’t mean I can get Kim out of my head. Besides, if there’s the
slightest chance I might get to fuck her again… I don’t want to blow it.
But right now I need to do something or I’ll just go fucking insane. I’ve been sitting on my ass all day, waiting for her call, and I need to stretch my legs, which translates as getting the gang together, having a few drinks and forgetting all about Kim, yeah, as if that’s possible, for a few hours.
I exchange my sweater for a nice button up white shirt, put on shoes as black as the night, and then head out.
As I step inside the elevator, my fingers are flying over my cell’s screen.
“Dinner at La Bernadin?” I type, and then send it to my immoral hard-drinking buddies.
La Bernadin seems like the perfect place for my night to start.
Kim
I never knew that eating a lobster could be so entertaining. It sure seems like that when the guy in front of me has been battling his for the past fifteen minutes. His plate looks like a battlefield and the napkin tucked on his chest is covered in grease. I told him not to go for the lobster, but he insisted; it’s his first time at La Bernadin, and he wanted to try their famous lobster.
“What the mayor has been trying to say is that this is no way to proceed,” I start, and the lobster-warrior, Hatfield, raises his beady eyes from the plate. He places the lobster down and then, sighing, looks from the Mayor to me.
“Look, if the city doesn’t acknowledge the situation the teachers are in right now, we’ll have no option but to go on strike.”
Crap, there he goes again, mentioning that strike. If the teacher’s union hits with a strike right now, and with the elections coming up so soon, we’re going to have some dark times ahead. And if Mayor Anders loses the elections, I might find myself out of a job too.
I look from one end of the table to the other, eyeing each member of the teacher’s union as I try to find the right words. The Mayor, sitting by my side, is looking at me expectantly; there’s bad blood between him and Hatfield, the union’s representative, so I’m his voice in this negotiation.
“Look, the Mayor and I have been devising a plan that will ensure a continued improvement of --”
“HOLY SHIT, HE DID IT!” A loud shout erupts in the room, breaking our quiet conversation like a boulder thrown into a pond. Everyone at our table turns back to see what’s happening, and our attention goes straight to a table at the far end of the dining room.
There, five young guys are clapping and whistling as one of them throws a bottle of wine into the air and catches it behind his back. I can’t make out who these assholes are, but I already hate of them—rich spoiled kids with too much time and money in their hands, that’s who they are.
I’m trying to cut a deal that will prevent New York’s educational system from being paralyzed for weeks, and these guys are really ruining my mojo.
“Mr. Hatfield,” I call the union’s representative, and he turns back to me. Wiping his finger on the napkin, he grabs his glass and takes a sip out of the expensive Pinot Noir the city’s taxpayers are paying. “Look, your concerns are valid, of course, but the legislative changes are --”
“ANOTHER!” One of the young guys bellows, waving an empty bottle of wine at the bartender.
“Jesus, this is unacceptable,” Hatfield shakes his head, looking back at the noisy table. “There’s no way we’ll conduct any business with conditions like these. I can’t believe that a place such as this allows for a crowd like that. That’s the problem with this city, Mayor,” he turns his small eyes to the Mayor, lowering his voice. “Money buys everything, and those on the losing end are left to fend for themselves.”
“Mr. Hatfield,” I start again, trying to divert his focus from the Mayor. He always hated it that the Mayor came from money, and that he had to fight tooth and nail just to become a union representative. And these assholes at the far end of the room are reminding him of all that. “Please, I beg of you that --”
“YOU’RE CRAZY; NO WAY SHE FELL FOR THAT AFRICA DONATION STORY!” Another loud voice says, and the whole table of assholes erupts in laughter. What the hell, do they have to be so loud? Is just a little bit of respect too much to ask?
“You’re insane, Cody!” I hear another voice, this time quieter, but still loud enough for me to hear. My heart feels like it has stopped; is Cody one of the guys at the end of the dining room? I look over Hatfield’s shoulders, and the guy that has his back turned to me seems oddly familiar… And then, when he turns to speak to the waiter, my heart falls at my feet: it really is Cody.
Oh, Christ.
And then everything takes a turn for the worse: Cody sees me, and his face brightens up at once. With a gigantic smile on his face, he gets up from his chair and walks across the dining room with that confident gait of his.
Oh, no, please; just turn around and go back to your seat, Cody.
“What a coincidence, ‘sis,” he says in a loud voice, standing just behind Hatfield. Everyone at the table is looking at me, and the Mayor has a frown on his face. Oh, Cody, I could kill you right now.
“You know this guy?” the Mayor whispers to me, and the tone in his voice doesn’t leave any room as to what he’s truly saying: fix this, Kimberly.
“Of course not!” I find myself saying, and Cody’s smile vanishes from his lips in a heartbeat. There’s confusion in his eyes, but now I can’t stop. There’s a lot at stake here. “Gentleman,” I proclaim, standing up and trying to ignore Cody as I look at Hatfield. “The mayor will pick up the tab, of course, but I think it’s time we change venues. If everyone agrees, we can just leave and keep discussing the new legislation away from… Certain people.”
Oh, I’m so sorry, Cody.
Everyone at my table just starts nodding and whispering their consent. As they start standing up and grabbing their jackets, my eyes meet Cody. He looks hurt, and my heart tightens up so much inside my chest that I can’t even feel it pulse.
“I’m sorry,” he says out loud. “I thought you were someone else. I’m sorry we’ve disturbed your dinner, gentlemen. As an apology, I’ll be the one picking up the tab.”
With that, he turns on his heels without even glancing at me and goes back to his table. I remain standing up, frozen in place as I watch him grab his jacket and leave the restaurant, leaving all his friends looking at one another with a confused look on their faces.
Oh, crap.
Cody
I’m quiet as I walk through Kim’s apartment.
She gave me the key, but I never used it till now.
She’s not in her living room or any of the guest rooms. I don’t see her in the kitchen or the bedroom.
But I hear the water running.
Fuck, I should probably just do what I came to do—pack up my shit and get the fuck out of here. But I don’t know why I step inside the bathroom, Kim's perfectly shaped silhouette drawing my eyes from behind the paneled glass of the shower stall. Fuck, she's hot; no matter how many fucking times I see her naked body, it's almost always like the first time. Although now, of course, I already know what her body tastes like, and let me tell you, she tastes fucking great.
I know what you're fucking thinking—she's my stepsister, yeah.
She fucking just disavowed me in front of all my fucking friends. Everyone around her.
Then what the fuck am I doing here?
See, the old me would've been upset that despite the fact that I was a drunken fool, she did that to me.
But the new me has one question.
So fucking what? Just being around her makes whatever happened a moot point...And I'm not even talking about holding her in my arms, kissing her and eventually ravaging her body. No, just being around her, hearing the sound of her voice...That's more than enough to forget about the fact that she's part of my fucking family and that she’s ashamed of me. And when I run my hands over her naked body, feeling each and every curve, the warmness of her skin against my fingertips...Fuck, man, that makes me fucking delirious.
Fuck, I'm talking about fucking her
again. I don't know what it is about this girl, but I can't talk about her without going absolutely fucking crazy. Everything about her calls to me like a fucking beacon.
The room is already filled with a thick blanket of steam, the sound of running water loud and constant, and I can recognize the scent of her shampoo: lavender and wild berries. After having my own sheets tainted with that amazing smell, I would recognize it everywhere. And just imagining the water running down her tight body, my cock is already twitching inside my boxer briefs, tenting them, and aching to be set free.
I need to have her again, and I fucking need it now. We haven’t fucked for what seems like an eternity, and I’m completely ravenous right now. Alright, I'll fucking admit it; I'm always hungry for more, but I can function like a normal human being all the same. But around her...Fuck, it's never enough.
I pull the boxer briefs down my legs, allowing my cock to spring free, and I move toward the stall.
I see her turning now and looking at me through the thick steamy air; I reach for the glass and slide the panel to the side, stepping inside the shower and allowing my eyes to crawl all over her wet body. She has her hair pushed back, thick drops of water running down between her heaving breasts...I swallow my desire, my eyes taking in the sight of her naked waist. Fucking hell, one hard look at her I'm fucking ready to go.
She looks at me as I open the shower door.
Her eyes are puffy.
She’s been crying.
What the fuck is going on here?
“Did you have fun tonight?” she asks, her lips pursed.
“I’m sorry about that,” I growl to her, my cock hardening even more at the sight of her naked body. Fuck, I just can’t stop myself.