by Selena Kitt
Brian groaned and his jaw sagged, his entire body tensed as cum exploded from his cock in thick, creamy stripes across my breasts, my face. While he watched I rubbed the creamy goo into my soft tits and belly, up my neck and over my cheeks. Bathing in it. Finally, I rubbed his cum on my mouth and licked my fingers clean.
His movements slowed and then stopped. We both drew deep ragged breaths. He rolled to my side on the bed, then lay atop me, his spent cock between us, his hands bracketing my face. The scent of our cum was all around us. I smiled, feeling tears well in my eyes.
“Don’t, little sister.” He kissed my eyes, closing one, then the other. “You’ve been a very good girl.”
“Am I your best girl?” I didn’t open my eyes to look at him when I whispered the question, too afraid of the answer.
“I meant every word.” His hand moved through my hair, down my shoulder, his fingers rough and calloused from yard work. I remembered the way he’d touched me during sex and shivered, flushing. “Mine. You’re mine.”
“But how?” I looked at him, holding my breath.
“I don’t care.” He pulled my head closer and pressed his lips to my temple. “Now that I’ve had you, I’m not giving you up. I promise you.”
I nodded, swallowing. I felt the same way. Whatever we had to do, we’d do, to be together. I wasn’t strong enough to fight this.
The sound of the party reached my ears. People hollering, laughing.
“Damn.” He sighed, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and finger. “We’ve got a house full of assholes down there to deal with, thanks to you.”
“Naked assholes, thanks to you!” I shoved him playfully.
“I never thought you’d do it.” He chuckled, smiling at me. “And I sure as hell never thought you’d do... this...”
“But are you glad?”
“Wanna fell how glad?” He arched a dark eyebrow, and his smirk began to curve at one corner of his mouth as he reached for my hand, guiding it down between his legs.
“Damn,” I whispered, brightening at the way his cock jumped when my fingers touched it. “That’s impressive.”
“Doesn’t usually happen.” He shrugged. “That’s all you.”
“Really?”
He leaned closer and whispered. “No one compares.”
I smiled as he leaned down and licked at my lips.
“Hey! Jill!” The voice was far away, but it was Ivy. She’d come looking for me. Crap.
His smirk returned. “Brave enough to wear me outside?”
I giggled. “At least you didn’t make a liar out of me. I’m all lotioned up.”
We wrapped up in towels, although Brian wouldn’t let me cover my tits. So my towel rode low on my hips as we went downstairs.
Ivy was in the kitchen, standing nude in front of our fridge as we came in. I glanced out onto the patio where the party was still in full swing.
“There you are!” Ivy brightened when she saw my stepbrother.
She was already really drunk, I could tell by the way she looked at him. If I wasn’t sure of it before she approached him, hips swaying, her gaze raking over Brian’s chest as she moved in to rub her naked tits against his chest, giving him a hug, I was definitely sure of it when her hand crept under the edge of his towel to fondle his cock.
“Hey, let me take you back upstairs,” she said, slurring her words. “I wanna give you something... you ready for it?”
Standing beside them, I could only stare. The fucking slut!
Maybe Brian read my anger, but his hand shot out to shackle Ivy’s wrist, and he pulled it from under his towel.
“I’m always ready for the right girl.” Over her shoulder, his gaze locked with mine. “But I’m sorry, Ivy—you’re just not that girl.”
Ivy pouted, turning and sticking her tongue out at me. Oh my God, when she found out...
I smiled, knowing I was going to keep that secret, at least a little bit longer.
“Come on, Ives.” I put my arm around her shoulder, pulling her with me onto the patio, and away from Brian.
I couldn’t help smiling, knowing my brother was watching us walk away, feeling his gaze on us.
On me.
But I wasn’t worried about where I stood with him. Not anymore. My body felt well-used, loved, my movements easy and flowing. He’d done that. Given me the confidence to move naked among my friends. Because I no longer cared what they saw. I cared only about how proud I’d make him.
Glancing around the pool at my friends, I shouted, “Who needs another drink?”
The End
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Cheating With My... by Emma Hayle
As I showered I rubbed my soapy hand up and down over my cock a few times, feeling it respond under my touch.
“Oh yeah, I am definitely going out,” I thought.
I let my mind wander, wondering what my girlfriend would be wearing tonight. I imagined her nipples poking through a thin sweater, naughty barely hidden by a conservative covering. Or maybe she’d wear one of her daring tops, after all we were going out tonight. No, definitely the bad girl disguised as an innocent—my thoughts filled in that fantasy.
Naughty librarian roared to life in my head. Her sweet face suddenly appeared in my thoughts, thick-rimmed glasses settling on her normally glasses-free face. Her hair piled in a messy knot behind her head, sucking thoughtlessly on the tip of a pen.
Oh yeah.
As my cock rose just thinking about her like this, I decided I was glad I jumped in the shower instead of calling her to cancel. I needed more of a release tonight than a soothing shower could give me.
With great effort I let go of my swelling cock, twisting the shower knob instead, so that colder water rained down over me. I wasn’t going to waste a good come in here.
Maybe if we were still newly dating I would, just to calm the beast. But I knew from experience she was wild in the sack, and I didn’t want to waste a single drop when I knew her eager mouth was always ready to suck me dry. Or maybe tonight I’d pull out of her tight pussy and watch my seed spray all over her stomach, splashing up toward her tits. I loved weekends, the possibilities were endless.
I finished showering, and turned off the water just in time to hear my phone go off. I listened closer, oh go
od, a text. Not a call I had to dive for.
I wrapped a towel around my waist, heading to find my phone. I clicked the phone and saw that the text was from Krista, my stepsister. She was babysitting tonight, and was hearing weird noises in the house. She wanted me to come over and check it out.
It didn’t even occur to me to tell her no.
I texted Krista back, asking for the address and saying in my best rescuer-text-voice that I’d be right there. As soon as I hit send I texted my girlfriend that I was running late. No point in cancelling if this turns out to be nothing.
I drove out to the address my stepsister had texted me, parked, and knocked on the door. It didn’t take long for the door to swing open.
Krista reached a hand out, grabbed me by my wrist, pulled me inside and shut the door.
I wasn’t sure if she didn’t want the neighbors to see me standing out front while she was babysitting or if she was really scared and wanted me on this side of the door. But she didn’t tell me to park my car down the street, so maybe she really was scared.
As soon as she locked the door behind me, she threw herself into my arms and said, “Thank you for coming. I keep hearing this noise from the back of the house. I got up the nerve to peek in there, but I didn’t see or hear anything. Then after I left the room, I heard it again.”
I patted her back awkwardly. It felt weird being here with her, having her in my arms. I’d always had a bit of a crush on Krista, ever since my dad married her mom.
When we were young we would wrestle, and I picked on her a lot. I was always pulling her hair, trying to hang out with her and her friends, and busting into her room at odd intervals.
Even back then, I think I was trying to catch her undressing or something. And now I was here, a seemingly scared Krista hugging me tight, about to go searching for strange noises in a strange house.
“Hear it? There it is!” She said, pulling back from the hug just enough to look up at me, wide-eyed.
“It sounds squeaky.”
“Yes, that’s it. And kind of... thumpy,” she added.
She seemed relieved just to know she wasn’t hearing things.
I tried to concentrate on the sound, purely to keep my concentration from slipping down into the cleavage my hot stepsister was showing inches from my face.
She grabbed my wrist again, pulling me toward the sound. She had to walk a bit in front of me for us both to fit down the hallway, and I found my gaze focusing on the swing of her ass in her little shorts. Her long auburn hair moved with each step, falling in waves to her waist. Her tiny little shorts showed off the curve of her ass, and then farther south, nothing but tanned, smooth legs.
As we neared the room she had already determined the noise was coming from, she paused and turned toward me. She slid in behind me, using me as a shield, pressing me toward the dark room. The noise stopped as I opened the door with Krista pressed tight behind me, peering around my arm.
It was dark in the room, so I felt around where the light switch would normally be and flicked it on. It looked like a family room. A couch, a TV, a treadmill that was doubling as a clothes rack, bookcases full of books and a messy desk could all be seen.
I looked closer, trying to see what could make a squeaky, thumpy sound. A fan was on, but it wasn’t noisy or blowing anything around. My eyes glanced over a hamster cage, the little guy inside peering back with dark, beady eyes, and settled on a handheld electronic game that seemed to be on.
I looked closer at it, the screen was flashing things to get someone’s attention, but it looked to be muted. I didn’t see anything that would cause such an intermittent noise.
I checked the windows. They were locked tight, no shutters banging or tree limbs just outside.
“Beats me.” I said to Krista. “Let’s wait a few minutes and see if anything happens.”
She unhooked herself from me, scanning the room nervously as she tried to make small talk. As she gestured, I kept my gaze purposely on her eyes, even though I was using my peripheral vision to watch her chest rise and fall as she spoke.
After a few minutes nothing happened, so we left the room, turning out the light. I left the door ajar a few inches though, so I could hear if the noise started up again once we left.
We hadn’t made it five feet down the hall when it started.
Krista stopped, turning toward me with a ‘See! I told you,’ look.
I started laughing once I heard it. This close to the door I could hear it well, and having just seen what was inside, I knew exactly where that noise was coming from.
“That noise?”
“Yes! It only happens after I leave the room.”
“That’s because it’s the hamster.” I told her, laughing. “He doesn’t know you, so he stops. He’s running on his little hamster wheel.”
“Are you sure?”
Her eyes were wide, but she looked relieved. And as I nodded at her, she started to look a little embarrassed.
She closed her eyes and smiled slightly. Her face picked up a faint pink color as she realized she called me over here because she was scared of a caged hamster.
“I’m so sorry.” She said, as she opened her eyes again. “I didn’t know. I’d never heard... I’m so sorry.”
“It’s ok. It’s probably for the best it was only a hamster, since I didn’t even bring a baseball bat or anything to fight off something bigger.”
“Well thank you for coming anyway, even though I now feel like a complete and total idiot. At least let me get you a drink, I know where they keep the good stuff. They’ve said they don’t mind, as long as I don’t drink much. What they forgot to mention though, was their new, noisy pet.”
“Noisy is right.” I agreed, following her out toward the formal living area. “Remember when I used to work at that pet store? Hamsters run for miles for fun and exercise. Thankfully I didn’t hear them often, those guys are nocturnal. Could you imagine our parents letting us have one? Letting us keep them in one of our bedrooms? The noise alone.”
“There’s no way. I would never have been able to sleep through that every night.” She handed me what smelled to be a good whiskey, and poured another for herself, topping off what she had already been drinking before I got here.
“I guess you get used to it. To big, bad hamsters.” I said, raising my glass to hers for a toast.
She pinked up all over again, the color in her cheeks making her even cuter.
She pointed me to a nearby couch, and then settled in close beside me. We talked about other embarrassing stories to make her feel a little better, and then we started talking about people at her work.
The more she sipped on her whiskey, the better the stories got. She placed her hand on my knee as she started relaxing, and told me of the time she caught one of her big bosses doing his secretary on his desk.
“So cliché, right brother?” She giggled, leaning in toward me. This time I couldn’t help myself, and found my gaze sliding over my stepsister’s low-cut shirt as she went on with her story.
Watching her tell me about how the secretary was bent over the desk, with her boss smacking her ass and fucking her, I felt myself hardening inside my jeans.
She stood up to show me, smacks and all, sticking her ass out the way the secretary’s had been, and giggling as she mimicked, “Oh yes, Mr. Davenport, I love your big cock, sir.”
In a fit of giggles she sat down beside me again, close. Thigh to thigh. As the laughter died down, we looked at each other in the quiet. I guess she realized what she had been showing me, because she started to look a bit embarrassed again.
She took another sip of her drink, her eyes not quite meeting mine in the quiet.
I wondered if she had ever had the same fantasies about me as I’d had about her.
Just then we heard her noise again down the hall, the hamster had stepped it up a notch. Our eyes met and the awkwardness was broken in another round of laughter. I was about to say something when she spoke up instead.<
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“I have a confession to make. The hamster played its part perfectly, without knowing it. I’m not sure what excuse I was going to use but I was going to try to get you over here somehow. It just worked out that I really was nervous and really didn’t know what the noise was. But I was going to make something up anyway.”