by Mason, Marie
But the best thing was Abby.
My father coming into my life had brought her into my life.
My balls were hard and tight and I ached for release. Preferably, inside the pussy I knew was getting wetter and wetter by the minute. I placed my hand between our bodies and discovered that she had on a pair of shorts. They were so short, they might as well be called panties. The advantage over panties? The legs were wide and my hand slid between them and her flesh easily. I found my target.
I groaned into her mouth when the tips of my fingers discovered the swollen lips of her pussy. I knew instantly that she didn’t shave her muff. Hell, she probably didn’t even know she could. My head filled with thoughts of shaving her, then licking her smooth, wet skin. I rubbed my finger along her slit. She was as wet as I thought she’d be.
“You want me don’t you, Abby? You want my cock inside this sweet pussy. You’re so fucking wet I could just... slide… right… in.” I bent her head back and deepened the kiss. As my tongue thrust into her mouth, my soaked fingers found her entrance and I circled it, parting that sweet pink hole. I eased a finger inside. I learned while women did like it rough, they didn’t like it that way with the very first touch. You had to warm up a woman’s body and let it idle a while like a car in the dead of winter.
I barely had my finger inside and was simply circling her opening but I was making her groan as if I’d given her the best orgasm ever. I withdrew and thrust back in a little harder this time. “I can’t wait to fuck this sopping hole, baby. Shove my cock right in. I’ll break you in good.”
I wasn’t acting crude; I was crude. Sex was sweaty and dirty and the sooner a girl realized that, the sooner I could break her inhibitions.
ABBY
My senses were rattling out of control. Only a few nights ago, I’d tasted my stepbrother’s cock. Not only tasted it, but had taken it deep, swallowing it down my throat until he’d come.
A stepbrother who had offered to teach me everything about sex this summer.
In other words, offered to fuck me cross-eyed.
Why, oh, why did good girls fall for bad boys? We always knew that road lead to heartbreak and heartache.
“You’re tight, Abby.” He whispered against my lips. “So fucking tight.”
I thrust toward his hand, moaning when his fingers went deeper inside.
“We’ve got to stop.”
Say what? My mind was fogged. He’d started this and I wanted him to damn well finish it. We hadn’t had an opportunity to be alone the past two days, Horace taking all of us sightseeing along the coast. It had been fun, but not as exciting as being in Cage’s arms.
Cage tugged at my arms and tried to step away. I tightened my hold. He’d promised to show me what all the fuss was about and I didn’t know what was wrong with him showing me right now.
“The parents are coming down the stairs. Unless you want your mother and my father to see you spread open on the counter with my cock in your pussy, you need to let me go.” His words were a deep, angry growl.
“Oh, god.” Hastily, I dropped my arms. Now that he’d broken through my sexual fog, I heard their voices getting closer. “Do you think they heard us?”
“No. If they had, I’m sure I’d be on my ass right now.” He smiled down at me before giving my nose a quick kiss and putting the counter between us.
I sat there, not knowing what I should do. A part of me wanted to get up and run away, as far away from this bad boy as I possibly could. I hadn’t crossed that line yet—the one that divided my life to BC and AC. Before Cage and After Cage. Before and after my heart was broken into a million pieces.
The one that I would cross when I begged him to fuck me raw.
I squeezed my thighs together, trying to keep the tingling feeling he’d aroused so alive. Moisture seeped onto my panties.
“Good morning.” My mother bounced into the kitchen, a smile on her face that I couldn’t help but return. She was always such a happy person. She always told me I got my sometimes grumpy attitude from my father. I really couldn’t remember him. Just a vague impression of a large man. He had passed away when I was four. Mom had been left alone with a toddler and no viable means of support. But my mom was a fighter. She’d picked herself up, enrolled in school, and got her teaching degree.
I watched Cage and his dad as they exchanged good mornings. My life had been so different than his had been. My mother had shared some of the information they’d discovered from the private investigator. She thought I should know in case Cage did come to live with us. In a way I’m glad she did, it explained a lot about his behavior since he’d been here. But, it also prejudiced me against him. In a favorable way that was not helping me keep my attraction to him at bay.
As if he felt my gaze on him, he turned my way. When I smiled, he winked and I turned my attention back to my mother. Her eyebrow rose in question, but I smiled away the wink she’d seen. Surely, such behavior was perfectly normal between siblings.
I was only halfway listening as she asked me what my plans were for the day. I really had no plans except to enjoy the summer. And maybe, just maybe, enjoy my stepbrother.
Now wasn’t that just downright wicked of me?
CAGE
I few days later I was no closer to getting Abby in my bed and my frustration grew by leaps and bounds. It didn’t help that I was horny beyond belief. This had to be the longest stretch I’d gone without pussy in my life. Abby had decided to go clubbing with her friends and I’d decided I needed to go along with her. The bouncer didn’t even bother to check their IDs. I knew Abby was twenty-two, but some of the girls were underage. I’d partied in some serious dives in my time, but this place made my hackles rise. On the outside it was all glitz and glamour. Inside, it was the same as those dives I’d been in. The men were on the hunt for cunt. It made my hackles rise to think she had been going to this place before I got here to protect her.
I watched as Danny ordered another round of drinks for the table. When the waitress looked my way, I shook my head. Two were my limit even when I wasn’t training.
I hated this scene, except when I was on the prowl for pussy. There was too much waste in clubs like this. A drink shouldn’t cost no goddamn fifteen dollars. Not when there were children who went every weekend without a hot meal in their bellies. I should know. I’d been one of them, even after I’d been introduced to the ‘system’.
Don’t let any fucking couple tell you they are fostering children because they love them. They want the fucking money that comes with that child. How could you possibly ‘foster’ a child if that child was one of many you’d taken in? In some homes I’d felt like I was back in the orphanage there were so many children running around.
I’d been stuck in a boys’ group home after I’d found my mother dead on the floor of the rat infested apartment we’d called home. That day she’d been passed out as usual when I’d come home from school. No different, really, than almost every day of my life. I’d left her alone to sleep it off. I’d managed to hide a box of cereal from the last time she’d bought groceries so I had some of that for supper. No milk, just cereal. I rarely got milk anywhere except at school.
I’d gone to my room and pulled out the book I’d hidden under my mattress. No, it wasn’t a Playboy or Penthouse. I’d been promiscuous but I’d only been ten, remember?
It had been a copy of A Wrinkle in Time, the first sci-fi book I remember reading. I’d ‘borrowed’ it from the school library. I had never understood why they didn’t let you check out books to take home. You could only read them while you were in the library. I loved reading, but I couldn’t let anyone know. It would have spoiled the badass reputation I’d had even back then.
When my mother hadn’t moved by the time I’d come out of my room to say goodnight, I’d started to shake, knowing, without really knowing, that she was dead. I’d always felt guilty that I hadn’t felt more in that moment. No sadness, no sorrow. Only an odd sense of relief.
; As I nursed my second beer, and last of the night, I watched the interaction between the couples sitting around me. That was my second favorite thing to do in the world—people watch. Yeah, you guessed the first. Fucking was my favorite thing to do.
Like a magnet, my eyes were drawn to Abby. Abigail Snow. Abigail Montgomery. My new stepsister. How the hell had my dad hooked up with her mother? Not that her mother wasn’t a knockout. She had the nice round ass and big tits like her daughter. But she seemed … ordinary. And kind. No bitchy trophy wife characteristics in sight. Not at all how I’d pictured a rich doctor’s wife.
I’d been in the house of my newly discovered father for close to two months. I still hadn’t fully accepted him as my father, and wasn’t sure I ever would. I’d thought myself alone in the world too long to easily form any type of attachment. It helped that we could have been poured from the same mold. Now I knew where I got my height and build. My father stood about six four. He weighed a little less than me, but he wasn’t hitting the gym six days a week. The Doc was still a big man. Like father, like son, I thought, taking another drink.
A soft, sweet tinkle of laughter drew my thoughts away from the past to focus on my present dilemma. My stepsister. A stepsister who had sucked my cock, come from the feel of my fingers on her nipples, and had developed colder feet than a polar bear dancing on a glacier. I was sporting a hard-on for her now. Had been since she’d walked out of that front door and into my life.
I’d considered it—my raging cock—an inconvenience of sorts, knowing if I took my time I’d have her eating out of my hand. I thought it had worked after that morning in the kitchen. It’d thought she was on the downhill slide so to speak. Remembering how easily my finger had slid into her slit made me groan and shift on the barstool. I pulled down the fabric of my jeans trying to make room for my cock that had just gone ballistic.
I wanted to fuck Abby. I wanted to fuck Abby now.
She must have felt my gaze upon her because her head popped up. When her eyes settled on me, I leaned back in my chair and gave her a salute with my beer bottle. Damn, if I wasn’t going to have to do something—something maybe even out of character—to warm her back up.
I wanted her that bad. Was discovering I needed her that much. I took another long drink, almost emptying the bottle.
I looked to the right of Abby at the new girl who had recently joined the group. She was flirting with every man at the table and was a bigger slut than the one who had touched my arm on the porch that first day here. She’d already come on to me a time or two and I had to say the girl was beautiful. Her features were slightly erotic as if she had Asian ancestry. I had to admit I liked Asian women. The stereotype submissiveness was what attracted me.
Or had attracted me.
Now all I could think of was getting a piece of ass from a girl who looked as wholesome as a fucking glass of milk.
Slamming my bottle down, I walked around the table and leaned down to whisper in the new girl’s ear. “Dance with me.”
It did my heart good to hear the swiftly indrawn breath Abby took. I wasn’t dancing with the girl to make Abby jealous. I didn’t do jealous. At least, that’s what I told myself as I pulled out the girl’s chair. I didn’t give her a chance to answer me. Not that she would say no. She’d been looking at me all evening like I was a steak she couldn’t wait to cut up and eat. Not that a skinny bitch like her would eat a damn steak. She’d be too worried about putting on a couple of pounds.
Now, Abby. Abby had a healthy appetite and I loved it. She’d made no excuses the other night for the second helping of her mother’s spaghetti. I had to admit it had been damn good. I smiled, remembering the tomato sauce that had been on the corner of Abby’s mouth the whole time we were eating. I remembered how I’d wanted to lean over and lick it away—
“The answer is yes, handsome.”
“What?” I turned my attention back to the woman I was holding in my arms. I realized the thought of Abby had done its job again and I was sporting another hard-on.
“I said the answer is yes. I’d love for you to take me home.” Her hand pushed between our bodies and before I knew it, she was working my cock like a pro. There wasn’t a shy or coy bone in this bitch’s body. I tried to tell myself to relax, to enjoy the touch of a woman’s hand. It seemed like a hell of a long time since I’d shot my load inside a willing woman.
Not since I’d arrived in the Hamptons.
Not since I’d set eyes on me stepsister. A shiver of the taboo shuddered through me and I realized the girl in my arms thought it had been for her and her expert touch. Not hardly.
“Whoa, there, let’s not get carried away.” I removed her hand from my body and pulled her close. I might not want her right this minute, but there was no sense in burning any bridges. Her surgically enhanced breasts made a soft, squashy sound as I smashed them against my chest.
“There’s a room in back,” she whispered in my ear right before she deep throated my ear with her tongue. I didn’t know who had told her that was sexy, but it sure as hell wasn’t. A gentle thrust, a little nibble. It had women drooling in their panties. For men, not so much. I stopped dancing and took her hand. She giggled in excitement until she realized I was only leading her back to the table.
“Bastard,” she hissed between her teeth.
“You don’t know the half of it,” I answered as I let go of her hand. My gaze sought Abby only to find she wasn’t there anymore. “Where’s Abby?” I had to shout to be heard over the rock and roll music the club was now playing. The evening had started out with country and I had no doubt after midnight it would be alternative rock and heavy metal. The music changed with the mood of the crowd.
“She went to get some more drinks.” The answer came from one of the other girls at the table.
I frowned. The waitress had just brought by a round. Not to mention that there were five men sitting at the table and they’d sent her to get them drinks? I was mad as hell. I spotted her instantly, as if my senses were naturally drawn to her.
She stood on her tiptoes at the end of the bar, shouting in the ear of the bartender who had leaned forward to hear her. I watched as the man paid more attention to her cleavage than what she was saying.
Cutting my way through the sea of swaying bodies, I used my height and weight to make a path and made no apologies to those around me as they scrambled out my way.
“Hey.”
ABBY
I jumped when a dark voice sounded in my ear and the hot length of a male body pressed against my back. I knew instantly who it was.
Cage. Before he’d shown up, I rarely let anyone that close to me. Now I craved his touch.
Earlier this summer, Danny had tried to get this close the few times he’d gotten me on the dance floor or when we were alone. Sometimes the other guys did too, and I knew there was probably a bet going on between the boys—who would get the fat girl’s pussy first?
I’d considered it—for about a millisecond. Get my V card punched by one of these boys and move on with my life. I’d thought about it until a few short weeks ago when my stepbrother had appeared out of the blue. Now I knew not just any man would do for my first time.
I wanted a man like Cage to show me the ropes. Or at least I thought that was what I wanted. Until the night he had offered and given me my first impromptu lesson—how to suck a cock. Or lick a dick. If I wasn’t so nervous I knew I could come up with a thousand different euphemisms for giving a guy a blowjob.
I wasn’t just nervous standing here with a warm, masculine body pressed against my ass, a thick length of man meat pressed between my cheeks, I was scared as shit. I’d been running ever since the night I’d gotten my first taste of Cage’s cum.
He’d made a habit of touching me, somehow, some way, since he’d arrived. Sneaking up behind me and pressing his body against me at any opportunity. At first, I’d been outraged, giving him a stern glare and moving away as quickly as possible. When our relationship had devel
oped into something, um, more, he’d fed the flame. Cornering me and nibbling on my ears, kissing the back of my neck whenever he could. I’d melted like sugar on his tongue. I swear I’d be better off going without panties some days. Not so he’d have easy access but because I was always so fucking wet.
I’d come out tonight to show him something. What, I was still trying to figure out. When he’d asked the new girl to dance I’d almost jumped from the seat and scratched her eyes out—and given Cage the black eye he deserved for teasing me.
He was mine. At least for the summer. He’d made the offer to me first. Just because I’d been hiding from him the last two days telling myself it was for the best to forget everything, to put what had already happened between us out of my mind, didn’t mean he could move on to some shank.
His fingers dug into my waist as he rubbed his crotch against my ass. There was no doubt that he was aroused. The question was, did he want me, or would any pussy do?
“What do you think you’re doing, Sis?” he hissed in my ear. I knew he’d seen the exchange between me and the bartender. The man had almost drooled on my tits. I’d smiled and flirted—just a little. Just in case Cage had been watching.
Before he could say anything else, the bartender returned with the drinks. “Can you handle these all by yourself, sweetheart?”
I smiled at him, enjoying the attention I seemed to be garnering this evening. Danny had been squeezing my thigh all evening, trying to cop a feel underneath the table and this man was salivating at my feet. I pulled out the money I’d stuffed in my pocket and put in on the counter. The bartender squeezed my hand and slipped a napkin beneath my palm. I stared at it at first, not knowing what I was supposed to do. Wipe the counter before I left? Then I realized he’d given me his phone number.
The bartender leaned closer, his eyes dropping to my breasts once again. I wondered if he even knew the color of my eyes.