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“No… I don’t like it. I fucking love it,” he growls, grabbing my ass with both hands and pushing me down his cock as he rams it in as deeply as he can. I bite my lip so harshly I’m afraid I’ll draw blood but, even if that happens, I don’t care. Soon, I’m jumping on his cock as fast as is possible, loving how his fingers feel against the smooth skin of my ass.
Sweat is running down my body as if I’m running a marathon and, by God, it feels amazing. It’s dirty and messy, and simply perfect. I take one hand to my pussy and start rubbing my clit as I keep moving, an electric frenzy taking control of me. I climax like that, my fingers moving furiously over my clit as his cock destroys me.
I know I can’t stop, though. If I did, there’d be no way I’d do anything short of falling unconscious. I slide his cock out of me and, still on top of him, turn over his body, straddling him in reverse. I immediately love that position, knowing that he can be looking at my ass as I drive him to ecstasy. I ease down on him once more, my now too sensitive pussy wrapping its lips around his shaft, and I start rocking my body in that tidal motion until all semblance of rationality becomes nothing more than an insignificant speck.
I go as hard as I can, and time becomes distorted and meaning
less. I don’t know how much time I spend like that, fucking him as he smacks and grabs at my ass, and it doesn’t matter. All that matters now is that I can feel the anxious throb of his cock inside me, his fingers running all over my back and ass as if he doesn’t know what he wants to feel more. Then, when he grabs my ass cheeks with an animal ferocity, I know that’s it; Cody’s close. Like the good girl I am, I redouble my efforts and start jumping on his cock as viciously as I can. I only stop when he hooks his fingers on my thighs and holds me down, thrusting his hips upward and cumming inside my ravaged pussy.
The moment I feel his cock jerking wildly inside me, I come as if tomorrow will never arrive. I scream and, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s holding me down, I’m certain my body would be convulsing as if I was possessed. I moan harshly, feeling his orgasm as his warm seed fills me up completely. I’m completely ecstatic.
I stay in place until his cock stops twitching inside of me, all that cum filling up my pussy in an endless torrent. Feeling dirty and indecent, I roll to the side with the most pleasant smile I have ever had dancing on my lips, my eyes still closed.
I want to hold him close, gently kiss his lips again and tell him how perfect this moment was…
But, before I can do it, I drift off into a deep and exhausted sleep.
Kim
I open my eyes, groaning from how sore my body is. Was I run over by a train or something last night? The memories of what really happened flood me in one simple instant, just as I realize that I’m not in my bedroom, and that the sheets over my naked body aren’t mine.
I slept in Cody’s bed.
“Oh, God,” I whisper, sitting up and covering my breasts by instinct. I look to the side, but Cody’s nowhere to be found; there’s just the sweet scent of his body lingering in the sheets. The door is slightly ajar and, from downstairs, comes the sound of iron weight plates clanking. He’s at the gym downstairs, it seems.
That’s good, I can sneak back out to my room and… Oh, what am I saying? There’s no way sneaking out will help. We can’t undo what we did last night, and I sure as hell can’t wipe it off my mind.
It was amazing, better than anything I could imagine. The taste of his lips, the way his naked body moved. And his cock… Oh, God, his cock. I've never seen something quite like it. No wonder Cody has such a reputation back in Manhattan. Women must be piling up at his doorstep right now, anxious to have a chance with him and see for themselves if the rumors are real.
Wrapping the sheets around my body like a towel, I pick my clothes up from the floor and then tip toe my way out of Cody’s bedroom, going straight into my own. There, I close the door behind me and just close my eyes, taking a deep breath as what happened last night replays inside my head like some high-end porn movie.
That horrendous date with John, the way Cody showed up at the last minute and saved me… And the amazing sex. When I complained that I needed to get laid, I never thought that I’d end up having the best sex of my entire life.
By the time I rummage through my drawers, looking for something to wear, there’s a wide smile on my face. Yup, that’s right, I got laid and it was amazing.
Stepbrother, that word crosses my head like an arrow, echoing and echoing until my smile starts to fade. Cody is my stepbrother—and we fucked. That shouldn’t have happened. But no, I had to let desire take the wheel and now here I am: too afraid to leave the room and face him.
What will I tell him? I don’t think I can even look into his eyes after last night. Oh, God, this was a mistake, wasn’t it…? An amazing mistake, sure, but a mistake nonetheless. What are we going to do now?
Nothing, we’re going to do nothing.
Because, really, is there anything we can even do? I’m his stepsister, and nothing in the world will change that. Besides, that’s not the only problem. I mean, just look at us. I’m just a few bad days away from turning into a full-fledged workaholic, and Cody seems content enough to burn away all the money he earned back when he used to pretend to be a respectable member of society.
You couldn’t pick two people more different than us.
Feeling a headache starting to grow around the edges of my mind, I put on some clothes—just a pair of shorts and a red blouse—and then take a deep breath. I can’t postpone this: we’ll have to face each other, and better sooner than later.
Looking into the mirror, I straighten up my hair and take another deep breath as I try to choke the anxiety in my body. Okay, be brave, Kim; you can do this.
I turn on my heels and step out of the room, making my way down the stairs. The sound of the weight plates becomes louder as I turn to my right and head down the corridor.
I can see Cody behind the glass windows of the small gym his father installed here. He’s wearing basketball shorts, but he’s shirtless. Lying down on the bench, he’s slowly lifting up a barbell with countless plates stacked on it. Seriously, I didn’t even know we had so many of these plates in the gym.
My heart begins picking up a nervous rhythm as I walk toward the gym’s glass door, my eyes wandering over Cody’s naked chest. His pectorals are bulging from the effort, and his abs look as if they are about to pop; his skin is glistening from the sweat, and his hair is plastered to his forehead.
“Ugh,” he groans as he puts the barbell down on its support, and then sits up on the bench. Grabbing the small towel by his side, he uses it to wipe his forehead, and only then does he realize that I’m standing outside the door, looking at him.
Okay, let’s do this.
