the most
exciting day of the week is Saturday. Book Club Day.
That is where I should be in about forty
minutes from now and I plan to be there on time too. I just need to
get past the sorry fuck in front of me, barring the way to the
French Doors that are as wide open as he wants my legs to be.
"You are pathetic," I say, willing myself to
look away, offering him my profile, cheeks burning, hands curled
into tight fists that I want to pounce his broad chest with.
That is good, right? The response of a decent
girl.
The shitty
thing is that seeing hard cock stir obscenely doesn't leave me as
cool as I want to be. Should
be.
Should be
because the fucker is my own damn stepbrother . Easy to hate and
impossible to love. I should know, I've known him for
years.
Easy to drool over too, but I prefer not to
think about that. Easier to focus in on his arrogant ways than the
fact that his handsome face and athletic body never fails to have
an effect on the pink snatch between my legs, not something I am
proud of.
"So? You are gorgeous and a complete nerd,
Sis," Jimmy says. "Doesn't mean I shouldn't fuck you, does it?"
How do you argue with a guy like that?
"There will be hell to pay when I tell Mom
and Dad," I say, taking a hesitant step back on bare feet. Somehow
it sounds weak coming out of my eighteen-year-old mouth.
You are not supposed to run to Mommy and
Daddy at that age, are you?
No, at that age you are supposed to fix
things by yourself, like an adult. Then again, who has ever had
their stepbrother invite them for a ride on their stiff prick?
In the backyard by the pool.
In front of your best female friend.
Right now, I'd pay good money for a garbage
bag as a dress. I would. It would be better than the tiny pink
micro thong that is all camel toe, and the matching top, barely
covering my nipples - doing nothing to hide the fact that those
same nipples are stiffening fast.
The fucker would never have seen me like this
if I'd known he'd return home early.
Spending the afternoon lounging by the pool
with my best friend Anne, a total nerd like me, we figured we were
in the clear.
Obviously we figured wrong.
Anne looks like the sight of Jimmy's bare
torso and bulge put her into a permanent state of shock XXX. A
slight tremble to both slender legs, leaning forward, she stand and
stares at my almost naked stepbrother, pupils dangerously dilated.
Drooling. Jaw hanging.
Blonde and blue eyed, she is a perfect Taylor
Swift lookalike. Of course Jimmy wants to nail her, duh. But that
he'd be shameless enough to go after me too takes my breath
away.
I'm Anne's physical opposite and I hate
it.
You'd say Nature would have had the common
sense to match the mind of a nerd with a nerdy body, but no such
luck.
Instead
Nature cursed me with an ass and natural Double D tits that have
a pornstar quality to them, contrasted and emphasized by a slim waste,
and complimented by ivory skin and green eyes. Together with a
thick mane of dark red hair that shines, falling all the way down
my back to my ass, it shows off my Scottish ancestry in
spades.
So do the freckles.
Jimmy's blonde hair and blue eyes betray his:
Scandinavian.
A damn Viking. That's what he is. A
twenty-first century Viking with a huge cock, intent on ravishing
my virgin snatch. As far as the little shit is concerned the
Medieval Ages are still going at full swing, he its
representative.
His cock the only weapon he needs to leave
bruised wet pussy in his wake. The sluts who own them staring up
with unseeing eyes amidst a pool of orgasmic juices, trembling legs
spread wide. Praying for another ride.
Yeah, from what I hear, he is that good. No
wonder the sluts always call for him. A real confidence builder.
Enough to make a move on his own stepsister without as much as a
blush.
Facially, I'm not off any better. Beautiful.
The kind of beautiful that draws the kind of attention I can do
without.
Seriously full lips that are the kind of deep
red that only ivory skinned
exciting day of the week is Saturday. Book Club Day.
That is where I should be in about forty
minutes from now and I plan to be there on time too. I just need to
get past the sorry fuck in front of me, barring the way to the
French Doors that are as wide open as he wants my legs to be.
"You are pathetic," I say, willing myself to
look away, offering him my profile, cheeks burning, hands curled
into tight fists that I want to pounce his broad chest with.
That is good, right? The response of a decent
girl.
The shitty
thing is that seeing hard cock stir obscenely doesn't leave me as
cool as I want to be. Should
be.
Should be
because the fucker is my own damn stepbrother . Easy to hate and
impossible to love. I should know, I've known him for
years.
Easy to drool over too, but I prefer not to
think about that. Easier to focus in on his arrogant ways than the
fact that his handsome face and athletic body never fails to have
an effect on the pink snatch between my legs, not something I am
proud of.
"So? You are gorgeous and a complete nerd,
Sis," Jimmy says. "Doesn't mean I shouldn't fuck you, does it?"
How do you argue with a guy like that?
"There will be hell to pay when I tell Mom
and Dad," I say, taking a hesitant step back on bare feet. Somehow
it sounds weak coming out of my eighteen-year-old mouth.
You are not supposed to run to Mommy and
Daddy at that age, are you?
No, at that age you are supposed to fix
things by yourself, like an adult. Then again, who has ever had
their stepbrother invite them for a ride on their stiff prick?
In the backyard by the pool.
In front of your best female friend.
Right now, I'd pay good money for a garbage
bag as a dress. I would. It would be better than the tiny pink
micro thong that is all camel toe, and the matching top, barely
covering my nipples - doing nothing to hide the fact that those
same nipples are stiffening fast.
The fucker would never have seen me like this
if I'd known he'd return home early.
Spending the afternoon lounging by the pool
with my best friend Anne, a total nerd like me, we figured we were
in the clear.
Obviously we figured wrong.
Anne looks like the sight of Jimmy's bare
torso and bulge put her into a permanent state of shock XXX. A
slight tremble to both slender legs, leaning forward, she stand and
stares at my almost naked stepbrother, pupils dangerously dilated.
Drooling. Jaw hanging.
Blonde and blue eyed, she is a perfect Taylor
Swift lookalike. Of course Jimmy wants to nail her, duh. But that
he'd be shameless enough to go after me too takes my breath
away.
I'm Anne's physical opposite and I hate
it.
You'd say Nature would have had the common
sense to match the mind of a nerd with a nerdy body, but no such
luck.
Instead
Nature cursed me with an ass and natural Double D tits that have
a pornstar quality to them, contrasted and emphasized by a slim waste,
and complimented by ivory skin and green eyes. Together with a
thick mane of dark red hair that shines, falling all the way down
my back to my ass, it shows off my Scottish ancestry in
spades.
So do the freckles.
Jimmy's blonde hair and blue eyes betray his:
Scandinavian.
A damn Viking. That's what he is. A
twenty-first century Viking with a huge cock, intent on ravishing
my virgin snatch. As far as the little shit is concerned the
Medieval Ages are still going at full swing, he its
representative.
His cock the only weapon he needs to leave
bruised wet pussy in his wake. The sluts who own them staring up
with unseeing eyes amidst a pool of orgasmic juices, trembling legs
spread wide. Praying for another ride.
Yeah, from what I hear, he is that good. No
wonder the sluts always call for him. A real confidence builder.
Enough to make a move on his own stepsister without as much as a
blush.
Facially, I'm not off any better. Beautiful.
The kind of beautiful that draws the kind of attention I can do
without.
Seriously full lips that are the kind of deep
red that only ivory skinned
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