He's So Fine (A BBW Stepbrother Romance)

by Mason, Marie

  She’d refused to join us. On the one hand, I was glad. That meant none of the deckhands would see her in her swimsuit. But it also meant that I wouldn’t either. And that I wouldn’t be able to touch her as I’d planned. What was the use of being a faux brother and sister if you couldn’t engage in a little underwater tag? I’d planned on her ‘tagging’ my cock right in front of our parents. I was sure a few jerks of her small hand and I’d be blowing my load like Moby Dick. Dick, get it?

  I hustled to the gym, determined to unleash some of my frustration on an unsuspecting sparring partner. I nodded at the gym owner as I headed toward the locker room. I’d paid for a three month membership and had rented a locker. Inside were some clothes, shoes, and tape. I didn’t go anywhere without my tape and condoms. In minutes, my hands were wrapped, and I was ready for some action.

  A few guys were standing around the ring talking bull. Mostly locals came here, but every now and then, a summer resident wandered in off the streets thinking he could take a local. I’d already proven my mantle. Gym rats were gym rats, no matter where you went.

  “Hey, Stone you ready for another round?” There was one local here who probably should have already been on the MMA circuit. He’d sure enough taken my ass to task.

  He grinned, his huge arms slung casually over the ropes as his opponent made his way out of the ring. Taking out his mouth guard, he gave me a shit-eating grin. “Come on in.”

  I returned it and prepared myself to get pounded. After I did a little pounding of my own. It was exactly what I needed.

  A half-hour later, Stone thumped my back and I tried not to wince. “Not, bad, sport. Not bad.”

  I had gotten pounded, but it felt damn good. Some of the anger and aggression that had built up inside me out on the water had left. Now I was just sore. I was still horny, though, and that was something Stone couldn’t help me with.

  Immediately, a picture of Abby on her knees, my cock thrust down her throat entered my mind. That’s what I needed.

  Abby.

  “I could say the same.” I unwrapped the tape from my knuckles flexing to loosen them up. “Anytime you want to come up to the big city, I could set you up with an appointment with a scout.” We both knew I was talking about the underground ring. Only a few guys got their break without putting in time under the radar. I knew Frank could hook him up pretty quickly.

  Stone looked at me and something cold entered his eyes, spiking my curiosity about his past. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

  He turned and walked away before I could thank him for beating my brains out.

  Shrugging, I went to the locker room and took a shower. It was time to go home and see Abby.

  ABBY

  It was late by the time we got back to the house. Horace had insisted that we eat at a little crab shack when we’d docked. Cage hadn’t joined us, taking off with a short goodbye. Probably, I thought miserably, to hook up with the new girl slut he’d danced with the night before. I immediately berated myself. The girl hadn’t done anything to me to warrant such thoughts on my part. She had flirted with Danny and any other guy to come her way. And Cage. Oh, yeah, that’s why I thought she was such a slutty bitch.

  My mother and Horace had already retired to their room. I’d taken a shower to remove the smell of sunscreen and salt water from my skin and hair. I’d also dressed in some more of the new clothes Horace had given me. A silky pink baby doll pajama set. The fabric felt sinful against my skin and I wished Cage was there to touch it. Touch me. I pushed those thoughts away.

  I don’t know who the personnel shopper had been that had bought my clothes, but she was good. It embarrassed me somewhat to know some stranger now knew my bra and panty sizes. The only thing to save me from complete embarrassment was that my mother had probably given them to the shopper and not Horace. Knowing my stepfather knew the sizes I wore would have been horrifying.

  Grabbing a blanket from the hallway closet, I made my way outside to the deck. It was a spectacular deck. The part next to the house was covered, making it technically a porch. But the deck spread out into multiple levels, each with its own private seating area. I walked to the edge which overlooked the ocean and watched the waves crash onto the white sand. The moon was out, but wouldn’t be for long. The clouds were moving closer, ready to cover the bright orb. I gathered the wrap around me as the wind picked up.

  “What are you doing out here?” Cage’s voice sounded behind me, making me jump.

  I looked over my shoulder, my hair catching on the breeze and momentarily blinding me. Before I could free my hands from the blanket, he was there, brushing the strands aside, much as I had his this morning in the gallery. I wanted to ask him what had gone wrong today. He hadn’t spoken two words to me directly after I’d refused to go in the water.

  “A storm’s coming.” He moved to stand beside me, bracing himself on the railing with his large hands.

  “I know.” I loved it here. Because of the decadent lifestyle, I was almost ashamed to admit that. I loved the weather. It could be clear one minute and stormy the next. I’d loved the sunshine today, but the wild storms that swept through the area spoke to me. Much like the wild and untamed man standing beside me.

  We stood there for a little while, watching the ocean grow rougher, the sky darker as the clouds obscured the moon. Soon it started to rain. A light, misty shower. The drops grew larger, heavier. I closed my eyes and lifted my head to the sky as it started to pour.

  Before I could get too wet, a set of arms swept me up. I opened my eyes to discover Cage looking back at me with eyes as turbulent as the ocean behind us. I pushed one of my hands free from the blanket and caressed his stubbled jaw.

  He walked to the covered portion of the deck and sat down on one of the large lounge chairs with me in his lap. I smiled as he settled me against him, making sure I was still covered by the blanket as the rain pounded down around us. Large gusts of wind blew in some of the rain and I laughed, shivering and hunkering down in his strong arms. He laughed with me.

  Time stood still as we watched the storm. Soon I realized Cage had grown still beneath me. I turned to look at him. He was watching me, not the storm. “Cage?”

  “I want you again, baby.” His arms tightened around me. “I need you.”

  Somehow, I knew he didn’t say those words easily. All of my resolutions to let whatever we’d had fade away, die a natural death, fled into the storm and were carried away by the rushing wind, washed away by the pouring rain. “I need you, too.”

  My words seemed to set something off inside him. In minutes, my blanket lay on the deck and I was straddling his lap. He pulled my head down to his, ravishing my mouth as I braced myself on his shoulders. His mouth left mine to trail down my throat. My nipples were already hard thanks to the cold. He pushed the silk of my top up and covered one aching tip with his hot mouth. The other he cupped in his hand, kneading the cold flesh. In an instant, I was on fire. He licked and sucked and bit. My cries echoed into the darkness as the storm gathered strength around us.

  “Cage.” I threw my head back and held his to my breasts. I realized I needed his touch as he lavished his sometimes rough, sometimes tender attention to my body. One hand clamped against my hip and the other found its way between my legs that were spread wantonly across his lap. I was open and vulnerable to his touch. He stroked me through the silk first, pressing the fabric between my pussy lips. I groaned at the touch of the cool fabric combined with the warmth of his hand.

  He rubbed as he continued to suck on my tits. His mouth opened wide against the center of my breast, sucking the whole end inside. His hand left my pussy and I moaned in distress. I felt him fumbling between our bodies and knew what he was trying to do. I rose on my knees giving him extra room as he freed his cock from his jeans. The hot hard length slammed against my clit as he jerked it free.

  Heaven. I was in heaven.

  CAGE

  I realized I’d never wanted—no needed—a woman as badly as I ne
eded Abby. My fucking stepsister. Somewhere in the back of my mind a warning bell went off. Not because she was my stepsister—shit, we weren’t blood related and in my book that made everything okay. Our parents had fallen in love. What was to stop us from hooking up? Nothing.

  No, the warning bell was for something else. Something I refused to acknowledge. If I did, I would change the course of my life. And hers.

  And I had no right.

  I freed my cock and groaned as the heat of her pussy engulfed my length. She wore a pink silky piece of fabric that guarded her entrance. Another gift from my father no doubt. Anger spiked inside me for a moment. I wanted to be the one to buy Abby what she needed. What she wanted.

  I slid her back and forth over my length, torturing us both. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, savoring the sensation. Her head was bent forward, the cloud of her dark mane hiding her expression. Not that I needed to see her to know what she was feeling. Her wet pussy said it all.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, baby? Do you need my cock deep inside you?” I continued to guide her with one hand as I grabbed her hair with the other, bringing her face close to mine. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open as she started to pant at the heat building inside her.

  “Yes, Cage. Please, Cage.”

  I crushed her lips to mine, thrusting my tongue inside, fucking her mouth as I was going to fuck her pussy. I pulled her up to her knees again and yanked the material of her bottoms out of my way. With one hand, I fisted my dick and rubbed it along her slit, wetting the head. I jammed it against her hole and groaned as her slick flesh engulfed me. I urged her down with a hard hand on her hip.

  “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Take me inside you.” Once a couple of inches were firmly lodged inside her sweetness, I tugged her top back over her breasts so I could taste her again. When it fell back down I ordered, “Take it off.”

  She quickly obeyed and I rewarded her by licking her nipples. I moved my hands and clasped her around the back of her thighs, spreading her legs wider. She took another inch. I sucked her nipples in my mouth, rolling them with my tongue. Unable to wait any longer, I bit down on tips while surging up inside her, burying myself to the hilt. I held her there, trying not to come like a schoolboy hitting his first pussy.

  “Ride me,” I said when I had my control back. “Ride me hard.”

  She slung her hair back over her shoulder and looked at me with fire in her eyes. I knew I was in for the time of my life, and not just for tonight. After a few minutes, she found the rhythm that suited us. It wasn’t as fast as I’d had some women bounce up and down on my cock. Some girls thought a guy’s dick was a pole to ride. Let me tell you it was no fun when your cock bent because it missed the hole on the way down. It hurt like shit.

  No, Abby gave us what we both needed. Not too fast. Not too slow. Just right. Her warmth engulfed me with every downward slam. The chill of the air blew across the wet flesh, making my balls draw up. The contrast in temperature was exquisite. I could only imagine when it felt like on her clit. I ground her against me on each downward thrust. My focus was torn between keeping her moving up and down and the tits that were bouncing in front of my face. Unable to resist, I sucked one into my mouth and held on. Her movement caused the flesh to stretch. It made her moan.

  I was nearing my endurance, ready to shoot my load up inside her when I realized I hadn’t put on a condom. I was religious about wrapping the boy up. This woman had warped my mind. The temptation to stay inside her was over the top. I’d done some bad shit in my life, some really nasty shit when temptation was thrown in my face.

  This was neither bad nor nasty. It would be heaven. Absolute heaven.

  But I couldn’t. Unless …

  I let go of her breast with a pop. “Are you on the pill, Abby?” God, please let her say yes. I was clean and I knew she was, too. The risk was all about an unplanned pregnancy.

  Yeah, did you catch that slip? Unplanned. Not unwanted. That, of course, was the subject of a conversation I never planned to have.

  “What?” She kept moving and moaning a confused look on her face. I couldn’t blame her for her lack of focus. My brain cells were slowly being burned away.

  “Pill? Are you on the fucking pill?!” I growl the words and they were carried off by the wind. The storm had picked up around us, growing in strength, just as our need for each other built to a fever pitch, even though her body was slick with rain and her silk pajamas cold against her skin. Shit, I needed to get her inside.

  But I damn well knew I needed to come inside her before I blew a nut.

  “Yes, yes.”

  I took her answer as an affirmative to my question and not just an expression of her impending release.

  I took over, thrusting my hips up as I slammed hers down. Our groins crashed into each other. My dick was hard as a steel rod and she rode it like a pro. Yeah, pretty raunchy description, but that’s what was happening.

  It only took a few strokes and I was ready. I thrummed her clit wanting her to milk every last drop from me. “Come for me, baby. Come for me now.”

  Seconds later, we were exploding together, producing more energy than the lightning streaking across the sky.

  “Cage!” She screamed out my name as her pussy spasmed. She did milk my cock, dragging every ounce of my essence from my body until I was limp and spent.

  I hugged her to me, trying to still her shudders that soon turned into shivers. I was still hard when I pulled out of her, missing her warmth instantly. I reached between us and dragged my jeans back into place, gingerly pulling up the zipper, but only far enough to keep my pants from falling off. No man liked to stuff his sausage back into the case when it was still at half-mast. Standing, I kept her in my arms and made my way into the house.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CAGE

  The next morning I watched Abby as she slept, unsure of the emotions that I was experiencing. I didn’t trust people—women in particular. Wasn’t trust a big component of love? Trust that the other person would be there for you? Trust they would never try to harm you? I’d had neither of those things in my life. Wasn’t sure I believed they even existed.

  So I wasn’t sure I believed in love. I certainly didn’t believe love could happen in a heartbeat.

  She stirred in her sleep, rolling over to her stomach. Her restlessness had uncovered most of her gorgeous body. Her silk covered ass stuck up in the air and immediately I imagined taking her that way. Or taking her ass.

  I pushed against my cock as it grew beneath the denim of my jeans. I was tempted to pull it out and jerk off as I watched her sleep. But, how creepy would that be?

  My cock didn’t seem to care, twitching at the thought.

  I didn’t question why I was still horny. Or even how I could still be horny after last night. I was a young adult male in his prime. What concerned me about my changing behavior patterns was the fact that I’d had sex with Abby all night. The ride on the deck had just been the beginning. My hunger had grown as the darkness had changed to light and I had taken her again. And again.

  Worse, I’d stayed the night.

  Something I had never done. Hell, I rarely fucked the same girl twice.

  Oh, I’d left earlier, going back to my room to shower and change clothes. Now I was back, drawn to her as irresistibly as a magnet to steel. I’d spent the last hour watching her breathe. I scrubbed my hands over my two-day stubble.

  Not good. So not good.

  She stirred again in her sleep, stretching out her legs, catching me in the thigh. I grabbed her foot to keep it from landing anywhere dangerous and felt her freeze.

  She was awake. Her big green eyes blinking as if she couldn’t quite believe she was seeing me, fully dressed, sitting on the edge of her bed. She still lay on her stomach, the sheet a tumbled mess around her curvy body. It took all of my willpower not to unzip my pants and thrust into her.

  I didn’t for two reasons. One, I knew she had to be sore as hell. This sex thing was new f
or her and last night had been a marathon session, even by my standards. And two, today was an off day of my training and I wanted to spend it with her. Which was why I was here so early on a sweet summer morning—gathering the fucking courage—to ask her to spend the day with me. On a date.

  “Hey, beautiful.”

  “Hey.” Another long blink that made me think of a sleepy cat and had me grinning at her. I squeezed her foot and rubbed my hand along her calf.

  “Why don’t you get up and get dressed. We’re going to the beach today.”

  “We are?”

  “Yep. Now get going.” I gave her a hard slap on her cute ass and start to rise from the bed, her startled squeal music to my ears. Of course, that made me think about what she would sound like if I pulled her over my lap and spanked her ass red. Or better yet, put my handprints on her creamy white skin as I plowed into her from behind. I couldn’t get that vision out of my head. Taking her from behind.

  Before I could move, I felt her arms around my neck and she was pulling me backwards onto the bed. My cock gave a twitch of joy thinking she wanted a little morning nookie. Instead, she attacked me in a flurry of arms and legs as she tried to straddle me and tickle me all at the same time. I flipped her onto her back and straddled her. She was the one soon giggling since I’m not the least bit ticklish. I was just about to grab her hands and give her a lesson in true torture when there was a knock on the door and I heard my father’s voice asking if he could come in.

  “Shit,” I cursed softly. We were both trying to move at the same time and I hoped he wouldn’t open the door and come on in. Not that we were doing anything wrong, but I’d planned on it. Had done it. Here. Last night. In this very bed. For some reason I felt my face flush, as if I was embarrassed. I hadn’t felt that emotion in—well, never. Not that I could remember anyway. Sex was such a part of me. I needed it as much as I needed to eat or breathe.