by Caz May
“No, but we need to pick these up,” she says worriedly. “But that was hot and naughty. I’d do it again.”
“Oh, I bet you would, temptress,” I tease, taking her hand.
“We better head out before I’m tempted to skip class, and find somewhere else in this library to fuck you.”
She giggles, kissing my cheek as we head out. The snotty dragon lady librarian at the front desk gives us dagger eyes as we walk out. And I give her an up yours, sticking my tongue out at her. She could do with some action.
She probably got off on hearing Tem and I together, because my temptress certainly wasn’t quiet.
I fucking love that.
Fucking love that she’s mine, and shows me with her moans and her kisses just how much she loves being with me. The feeling is most definitely mutual.
I’d never have been so daring to fuck Fallon at school.
I was never that horny around her that I had to have her at that very second. But with Tem around—my sexy temptress—Ash Jnr is pretty much semi hard every damn second.
I think I’m in love with my stepsister. And it feels to good.
Zeke bails me up at my locker, clutching a basketball against his chest.
“Bro, I missed ya at lunch on the court,” he tells me smirking.
Shoving my books in, I grab my bag to sling over my shoulder.
“I was otherwise engaged.”
“Oh right. Spill you horny bugger,” he jeers at me, elbowing me as we start to head out of the building.
“I was in the library...with Tem.”
“Seriously, man? You’re that pussy whipped you’re hanging out with her in the fucking library?” he asks, eyeing me questionably.
“We weren’t just hanging out, dickwad,” I tell him, with a wink.
His eyes boggle, thoughts clearly in his dirty mind. “Seriously, dude. You fucked her again? At school?”
“Yeah, man. Against the non-fiction shelves. And fuck I came hard.”
“Ripper man. And damn, I didn’t know Tem was a dirty girl.”
I knock the ball out of his grip.
“You have no idea,” I reply laughing.
He snatches the ball back. “So you down for a game, dirty fucker?”
“Only if the girls can join.”
“Sweet. A little bit of two on two.”
“Well, two on three. Kota is coming to hang today apparently.”
Getting to the basketball court, I grab my phone out of my bag and throw my bag at the edge of the court. Zeke is already dribbling the ball, shooting for goal.
I quickly text Tem.
Temptress, b-ball game on the court now.
Ok but I’m keeping my clothes on
Of course temptress
Putting my phone back in my bag, I head onto the court, stealing the ball off Zeke.
Barely a couple of minutes pass before the girls come running onto the court. Tempany winks at me, watching me as I dribble the ball across the court.
“You gonna steal my ball, temptress?” I taunt, smirking at her, and heading closer to her.
“Oh you bet I am, Ashton,” she taunts.
I let her steal it, stepping up behind her as she heads towards the goal to shoot.
She misses, and Zeke and I both laugh. “Oh, Tem baby. You missed,” Zeke teases, intercepting the ball and bouncing it back towards the other goal.
Ava steps into his face. Their eyes lock on each other, and he taunts her, “Av’s you wanna touch my balls?”
I want to slap him for that comment.
He still can’t get the message through his thick skull that my little sister is off limits.
My little sister doesn’t reply, instead, she slaps the ball right from his grip, and dribbles it away effortlessly whilst still glaring at my best mate.
“Oh damn Ava, baby,” he taunts her again. “You’re making me hard, Av’s.”
Oh no he fucking didn’t! I’m on him, my fists balled.
But I don’t get to lay a hand on him because Tem steps up behind me, wrapping her arms around me.
“Down, Simba,” she whispers into my ear. I turn around in her arms, kissing her.
And again I want to slap my best mate when I hear his voice behind us, “Eww, Ash man. We don’t need to see your pash sess.”
I want to slap him so hard.
“You’re being an arse, Ezekiel!” my sister yells at him, stepping closer to him and dribbling the ball in front of him.
She looks towards her best friend, and then back to Zeke who looks like he’s thinking something really dirty.
I don’t even want to know.
“Oh, am I Av’s? You telling me you’re not wet for me?”
I want to scream and punch his fucking lights out.
Fuck! Let me at the fucker!
But I don’t move, because I actually want to see how my fucktard of a best mate gets out of this himself without me intervening with my fists.
“No!” Ava bellows at him. “I don’t want you, Ezekiel. Not when you’re acting like an arsehole.”
She reaches up to his cheek, the ball at their feet, bouncing low. And her hand slaps him hard across the cheek.
“Av’s baby, that hurt,” he says, wincing a little. “But I guess if you don’t want me anymore, I could always get with Dakota,” he taunts, giving Dakota a wink that makes her blush.
Ava’s best friend is really shy, and she’s melting into a puddle just from Zeke looking at her.
I feel sorry for the girl. But still, I keep my trap shut because this shit show is fucking funny.
I’m enjoying watching my little sister shoving my best mate under the bus.
“You will not!” Ava seethes. “Kota is too good for you, Ezekiel!” And with that taunt of his full name, she stomps on his foot and dashes over to me and Tem.
“Ashy I want to go home.”
“Fine, Av’s,” I reply, looking at Dakota who is about to burst into tears. “Kota, are you still coming home with us?”
“Yeah,” she mutters softly when Ava takes her hand.
The girls head off to my car, and I stare Zeke down for a moment. “You’re a fucking tosser, Zeke.”
“At least I still have my balls.”
“Yeah, go fuck yourself then,” I yell at him, turning my back and grabbing my bag before running to my car.
My head is in a spin. I’m so angry at him for his words and so glad Ava put him in his place. But a part of me is upset, worried about him.
Shoving the thoughts aside when I get to the car I unlock the doors, and the girls all get in. Ava and Dakota in the back and Tem in the front with me.
As we drive off—to head home—Tem looks at me with a sweet smile, her hand on my thigh comfortingly.
I need my temptress to help calm me down.
And when we get home I know exactly how I’m going to do just that.
Getting home, the girls follow me inside.
I’m dragging Tem up the stairs, with Ava glaring at me.
At the landing, Tem kisses my cheek, dropping my hand and heading to the bathroom.
Ash Jnr gets a kick out of that because I was thinking the exact same thoughts.
Our parents aren’t home from work, so we’re not likely to be interrupted.
Ava pulls me aside before I can follow Tempany. “Kota, I’ll meet you in my room. I just wanna talk to my brother for a minute,” she says to her best friend who’s rushing away towards Ava’s room.
Dakota nods and Ava glares at me for a moment with her hands on her hips. “So I’m guessing that something else happened with Te, Ashy?” she questions me.
“Might have. But none of your beeswax, Av’s.”
“Have you told her you love her?”
“I don’t.”
“Don’t tell me porky’s Ashy. You love her.”
“Shut it Av’s ok? And go be with Kota. I’m sorry about Zeke being an idiot.”
“It’s ok. I’ll talk to Kota.”
I nod and
wait until she’s headed into her room before I go into the bathroom.
The water is already running, and the room is full of steam.
Standing in front of the open shower cubicle I watch Tem for a moment.
Her eyes are closed and she’s tipping her head back under the water, lathering her hair with a shampoo that smells like roses. She’s humming something.
And I’m mesmerised by her, everything about her.
Watching her, I strip, stepping into the shower when she opens her eyes. My dick is aching, hard and ready to fuck her. Pulling her close I kiss her, my hand sliding between us to tease her whilst we kiss like we’ll never get enough of each other. I honestly doubt I could ever get enough of her.
She reaches down to grab my dick, stroking it and biting down on my lip as she kisses me. I damn near explode from her naughty teasing. I break the kiss, grabbing her around the waist to turn her body around.
“Hands on the wall, temptress,” I demand smirking at her. She obeys, pushing her hands against the tiles, so her luscious arse is tempting me. Gripping her hips, I thrust inside her pussy. And she tips her head back to look at me, cursing out, “Oh fuck, Ashton!”
Still gripping her hips I start thrusting harder, slamming into her, loving the sound of our bodies smacking against each other.
Taking her hands off the wall, I’m still thrusting hard and deep inside her when she leans back against me, kissing me deeply, her tongue taking control of the hot kiss. God, it’s fucking ecstasy.
I fucked Fallon in the shower a couple of times, and that was dismal, mediocre compared to this.
“Fuck Tem, fuck, baby,” I scream out pulling out a moment and pushing her against the wall. I kiss her again, taking the control back this time and making her moan.
Lifting her leg up, I put it on my shoulder, sliding my dick back inside her and she moans so loudly I kiss her to silence her, thrusting harder and deeper to feel her moans against my lips.
Breaking the kiss panting she says raspy, “Ashton, fuck, fuck, I’m coming!”
“Me too, temptress. Come with me.”
I thrust into her hard, feeling her start to spasm around me as I let go, filling her pussy with my load.
“Wow, Simba,” she teases, giving me kiss after I put her leg back down and steady her against the wall. “That was hot.”
“Oh yeah, Tem. Better get you clean now I got you all dirty,” I tease, lathering her whole body up with soap. She’s smiling at me as we wash off the soap, and turn the water off before getting out and wrapping ourselves in fluffy white towels.
“Til later, Simba,” she taunts, sauntering out of the bathroom after giving me a sexy wink.
My temptress has me in knots, and I think I’ve fallen for her.
Forty-Nine
Ashton
With my hand on the doorknob of Miss Masters’ office, I wonder if I should knock. I can hear her voice, but can’t tell if she’s on the phone or talking to someone.
Shrugging I push the door open, and my eyes fall out of my head in shock, and disgust. Miss Masters is bent over her desk and my dad is pounding into her from behind, his bare arse almost right in my face.
Screaming bloody murder, I slam the door and run, rubbing my eyes to try and get the horrible image out of my head.
Getting in the Camaro, I take in a deep breath starting the engine. My eyes are burning, I want to cut them out, but that wouldn’t help. That image won’t leave my head.
Not only had I just seen my dad’s ugly as fuck hairy arse but he was having sex with my principal.
Fuck!
I’m speeding home, thankful Tem isn’t in the car with me today.
We’d gone separately to school today, her car was running better and I had practice after school.
I’m cursing myself for going to Miss Masters’ office to ask about the scholarship. Because I will never get the image of that sight out of my head.
Taking the final corner towards home, I shake the thoughts away, stupidly closing my eyes for a second to blink back the hot tears stinging them.
Fuck, fuck! I curse, slamming my fist against the steering wheel.
I don’t know how it happens, but in that spilt second the Camaro careens over the curb and the engine is crushed against a tree, steam hissing out over the bonnet.
As if this arvo could be any fucking worse!
Yanking the door open, I stumble out, grabbing my bag from the passenger seat. It’s only a block so I walk home, kicking stones on the road as I walk.
I’m so fucked. Dad is going to fucking kill me.
When I get home fifteen minutes later I grab an apple from the kitchen, and head upstairs to my room.
Tem’s door is open and I stop in her door jamb, leaning against it and taking a bite of my apple.
She looks up at me from where she’s sitting cross legged on her bed.
“Hey, Simba,” she says softly, standing up and walking towards me.
“Hi Tem,” I reply, taking another bite of my apple.
She stretches up to kiss my cheek.
“You ok?”
“No, I...fuck…” I curse dropping the apple on the floor, and wrapping her into a hug.
Her arms wrap around me to, and I melt into her embrace. And the tears I was trying to hold in break free, starting to fall down my cheeks. Not wanting to be a pansy I sniff them away, and pull back from the hug.
“Ashton, seriously, what’s wrong? Are you crying?”
“Yeah, nah...I...I crashed the Camaro.”
“Oh no, how? Are you ok? Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine, not hurt...but...fuck…”
“What? Is something else wrong?” she asks, taking my hand and walking backwards towards her bed.
She sits down and pulls me down with her, so we’re lying side by side.
“Well, I...went to see Miss Masters after school about my scholarship.”
“Yeah and what? Are you not getting it?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t get to speak to her.”
“Oh why?”
I close my eyes, not able to look at Tem whilst I say the next words. “Because my dad was fucking her, bent over her desk.”
I hear Tem gasp in shock, and she blurts out, “Oh my god Ashton! That’s horrible.”
Opening my eyes, I look straight into Tem’s. She’s just as shocked as I am. “You have no idea.”
“You need to report your dad to the school board, or something.”
“I will, just not yet.”
“Ok, are you going to be alright?”
“Yeah Tem. But please, just kiss me.”
She laughs softly, moving closer to me and pressing her lips to mine.
I melt into the kiss, my heart hammering in my chest.
And I get lost in kissing her, clearing my mind of everything but being with my temptress.
Twenty minutes later I’m still lying in bed with Tem, kissing her when my phone starts vibrating in my pocket. The staccato vibration isn’t stopping, which means it’s a phone call.
Breaking my kiss with Tem, I sit up on the edge of her bed, pulling out my phone and glaring at the flashing name on my screen.
Fidel.
I slide my finger across to accept his call, even though I’m petrified of hearing what he has to say.
He doesn’t even let me say anything though before he’s bellowing, “I’m outside!”
I gulp, and reply as casually as I can muster, “Ok, but why?”
My heart rate is through the roof. Tem has sat up as well and she’s sitting behind me, cautiously but there for me.
“I saw your car, Ashton Oliver,” dad roars down the phone at me. “Get out here now boy!”
“Fuck you dad!” I scream at him, making Tem wince behind me.
“Don’t you mouth off at me boy. You will get your arse down here now, or I’m beating the front door down.”
“Fine!” I yell, throwing my phone on the floor furious.
I t
urn to look at Tem. She’s shocked and heartbroken for me.
It fucking hurts.
Frowning I get off the bed and press a kiss to her forehead.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t come outside.”
“Ok, be careful Simba. I love you,” she tells me, quickly giving me a soft, tender kiss before I walk out.
I’m most likely walking outside to my doom. And I didn’t tell Tem that I love her back. I know I do love her, but letting those words fall from my lips is a lot harder than I ever thought it would be.
Storming out the front door moments later I confront dad, who’s standing against his Maserati on the curb.
Caging him against the black metal I scream at him, “Go fuck yourself, dad!”
He stands taller, making me stumble a little but I don’t move.
“I crashed my car because I couldn’t get the image of your bare arse fucking my principal out of my damn head,” I seethe at him, shaking my head after I tell him the words and then locking my eyes back on his. They’re dark, black like his fucking cold heart.
He shoves me back a little.
“You shouldn’t be snooping. My personal life is not your concern.”
“Seriously?” I bellow rhetorically. “You’re fucking the principal of my damn school. And you don’t even know how much of a hussy she is.”
He balls his fists.
“What’d you say, boy?”
“She’s a hussy,” I tell him, trying not to smirk and let on that I’m about to tell a bit of a lie. “She came onto me, dad. She touched me in her office.”
“You’ve some nerve boy,” he berates me, his anger clearly starting to get the better of him. “Spitting out lies like that.”
“It’s true,” I tell him, puffing my chest out. “And I’m going to bring you down daddy,” I sneer.
He’s seething and balls his fist again. I know what’s coming, and I should move, run back into the house. But I know that running from my dad when he’s enraged is asking for more punishment, and this time running away would be a death sentence. So I let him hit me, his punch crashing right into my jaw.