Chapter Nine
Maggie
It’s officially been a month since I started hooking up with my stepsister. A month of making out, finger fucking each other, and eating her out until my tongue is sore. Neither of us have left the house much. We really don’t do much of anything but stay glued to each other’s sides. It’s fun and forbidden and just fucking hot. I mean, look at her, her body is like something off a fucking runway and it’s mine .
We haven’t just been hooking up nonstop, though an outsider might disagree. We hangout, we talk. Turns out she is actually ridiculously easy to talk to. Sometimes it’s simple shit like how our day is going, but sometimes it’s deeper, like how much I miss my dad and how she wishes she could have known her mom. There is so much more to her than I ever expected and yet so much more I’m desperate to know.
Today, we’re hanging out at the house when Brad comes home with a large group of friends. As soon as the door opened, Bridgette jumped right out of my lap and flew across the couch. Yes, I know she wants to keep things extremely under wraps, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. I’m all down for strings free casual hooking up, but she doesn’t need to make me feel undesirable.
“Everyone, you remember my sister, Bridgette,” Brad says, before pointing to me. “This is our new stepsister, Maggie.”
“Hey.” I wave.
“Mags, this is Kylie, Eric, Trip and Rain,” he says, finishing on a girl with platinum blonde hair, perfect white teeth and fuck me eyes I could spot a mile away.
“Rain?” I ask in interest.
“Rainbow,” she says. “What can I say, my parents were hippies.”
“I love rainbows.” I flirt shamelessly, earning an irritated noise from the other side of the couch.
All eyes are on Bridgette as she shrugs her shoulders.
“No offense, it’s just kind of a dumb name.”
“Ay, easy, Bridgey. She’s cool.” Brad intervenes.
Rain doesn’t seem bothered as she turns her attention back to me.
“What are you guys up to?”
“We were just hanging out. What about you all?” I ask.
Trip, the six-foot dudebro who looks like he just stumbled his way here from a frat party grins.
“We’re getting fucked up tonight! You guys in?” he asks.
“Let me guess, beer pong and quarters?” I ask.
His mouth opens in shock, like he can’t believe I got it right.
“Whoa, how’d you guess?”
I can’t help but laugh and nod. “I’m in. Where we setting up?”
“Game room upstairs,” Brad says as everyone begins heading there.
Bridgette and I are the last to head up, and she grabs my hand, yanking it sharply.
“What the fuck was that?” she hisses.
I furrow my brows. “What was what?”
“You were flirting with that hippie skank!” she seethes.
“So? You don’t want anyone to know about us, right?”
She screws up her face. “There is no us!”
I nod. “So, wouldn’t it be weird if I didn’t flirt with a woman who was obviously into me?”
Bridgette rolls her eyes.
“Please, you think everyone wants you. You can’t have any woman you want, Maggie.”
I lift a challenging brow.
“You willing to bet on that?”
She shakes her head. “You’re dumb.”
With that, she struts off upstairs, more like stomps off. I know she’s being a brat, but her skirt flips up a little bit with each stomp so you won’t hear me complaining.
When we get up to the game room, the ping pong table has already been set up for beer pong. Eric and Kylie are sitting on the couch making out while Brad fills up the cups with beer and puts a movie on in the background. Bridgette immediately sidles up next to Trip, resting her hand on his chest.
“Can I be on your team?” She smiles up at him through her thick eyelashes.
The big oaf couldn’t get a bigger smile on his face as he loops an arm around her waist.
“You can be on me anytime, girl.”
Brad makes a gagging noise.
“That’s my sister, bro.”
“Sorry, she’s hot.” Trip shrugs. “Both of them are,” he says with a wink to me.
I shake my head as I walk over to the other side, standing beside Rain, as I give her a smile. I pretend like there is a hair in her face and run my hand over the side of her hair to break that first touch barrier as I speak.
“Thanks, but you’re not my type,” I say, keeping my eyes on hers the entire time.
She grins wide, pressing her chest against mine before Bridgette speaks.
“Okay, are we going to play the fucking game or what?”
We both turn to face her and Trip nods.
“Ladies first.”
Aw, a gentleman.
Rain goes first, sinking it into a cup effortlessly.
“Fuck yes!” I say as we high five and Trip drinks.
Bridgette goes next, also sinking one in front of me. I pick up the cup, lifting it up in cheers before drinking it. The game is pretty even and we are neck and neck. Bridgette and I are definitely the weak links in this game, but hey, that makes it all the more fun, right?
Rain has gotten touchier with each win, and in return, Bridgette has snuggled up to Trip more and more with each. When Trip sinks one of our last two, he reaches down and kisses Bridgette. He doesn’t give her much choice in it, just cups her face and crushes his lips to hers. She tenses for a moment before her eyes peek open, landing on me fully committed.
I won’t lie, a small flicker of jealousy spreads through me. I know she’s just doing it just to get under my skin, but I’m a toxic bitch, so I figure I’ll beat her at her own game. Rain lines up the next shot. They only have one cup left. It’s all on her now.
“Win it for me?” I whisper into her ear.
“What do I get if I do?” She smirks.
I look back at her. “Anything.”
She lifts her eyebrows in a challenge accepted kind of way before tossing the ball into the air. At this point, Bridgette and Trip have pulled apart long enough to see the ball sink into the cup. Rain and I jump up and down in celebration before she turns to me and cups my face, smashing her lips against mine.
The taste of hops from her beer is strong against her tongue, but I enjoy every second of it. I feel her back me up a step before making a sweeping motion with her hand. The sound of a cup sloshing the ground registers, but I don’t have time to fully grasp it before she is lifting me onto the table, covering my body with hers. The kiss is hurried and frantic, like we can’t get each other naked fast enough when a howling begins around the room.
A wad of cash is instantly dropped by my head and I look to see five hundred dollars and a grinning Brad.
“Ready to collect, sis?”
Rain laughs. “What are you talking about?”
“She said I could watch her fuck a chick for five hundred.”
A surprised look passes across Rain’s face before it turns challenging at me.
“Oh yeah? You gonna split that money with me?”
I laugh. “Of course, baby. I’m a giver.”
“I’ll bet you are.” She smirks.
“Meet me in Brad’s room. I’ll grab a few…things,” I say with a wink.
Excitement lights up her eyes and Brad practically scrambles to show her the way while Trip chases after.
“No fucking fair! I want to watch!” he shouts.
Laughing at him, I shake my head as I move towards my room. It’s only the next door over, so I slip inside quickly and head to my side drawer with all my…special toys. I begin rifling through when I hear the door shut behind me. A fuming Bridgette is standing there, arms crossed with smoke practically coming out of her ears.
“Are you fucking serious?”
I give her a bored look before I shrug. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You are not going to fuck that hippie whore!” she snaps as she closes the distance between us.
“Why? Because you’d prefer I fuck you?” I test.
Her mouth flattens into a thin line. “You’re just trying to piss me off.”
I can’t help it, I laugh.
“No, babe. That’s what you were trying to do to me with that dumbass. It didn’t work. Now if you’ll excuse me, you’re standing in the way of me and an orgasm,” I say as I sidestep her.
Bridgette matches the step, blocking my way as she seethes.
“Is that all you want? Done.”
Faster than I’d expect, Bridgette shoves me onto my bed before climbing on top of me. Her mouth is on mine, her skirt lifted up as she grinds her pussy against mine. That bratty little stunt was stupid as fuck, but how am I going to say no as she begins kissing her way down my body?
Her hands unbutton my shorts in record time, pushing them and my panties down my ankles before she falters. She is never the one to take charge; it’s always me. Sometimes she will finger fuck me while we make out, but she hasn’t even wanted to attempt to go down on me, and I haven’t pushed her. It can be intimidating for some, and I get it, I’m not a tit for tat kind of lover. I can’t lie, though; this is the closest her mouth has come to my pussy and I’m fucking aching for her.
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispers vulnerably.
“I’ll teach you.”
Wrapping my fingers around her hair, I guide her face to me as I open my legs. She moves slowly, her eyes darting up at me before she flattens out her tongue and runs a line through me.
“Shit,” I whimper. “Just like that. Good girl.” I praise.
She does it again and again, her eyes falling closed as she lets out a moan of her own. I can’t help but smile as my fingers trace her pretty face.
“You like eating pussy, baby B?”
She pulls away, her lips shiny as she speaks.
“I like eating your pussy. You taste so good.”
“Good.” I grin, forcing her back between my legs.
Bridgette got her nails shortened and I’m so grateful for it when she slides two fingers inside me. She’s been playing the whole soft and insecure role really well, but right now, she’s in charge and she looks to be loving every second of it.
The idea of a gorgeous blonde ready and waiting for me a few doors down distracts me only for a moment until I see those pretty blue eyes and silky black hair look up to me. Nope, I’ll gladly stay where I am. Bridgette’s tongue begins moving faster, her fingers in perfect synchronization as she breathes against me.
“Come for me, babe. I want to make you feel good,” she says.
“Are you tired already?” I smirk.
She nods her head as she continues fingering me, though she’s definitely losing her stamina. Lifting my eyebrows, I chuckle.
“Practice makes perfect.”
Shoving her face back to me, she does her best to keep up but I end up grinding myself against her instead, which, believe you me, is no hardship. I feel my orgasm right on the edge and at the perfect moment, Bridgette curls her fingers up, rubbing against my g-spot and literally robbing me of my vision.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk!” I moan as I begin spasming around her fingers.
She releases me with a wet pop, her lips shimmering with my release as I drag her up to me and run my tongue along her lips. She gasps in surprise before melting against me. When we pull apart, she rests her head into my neck and I wrap my arms around her, pressing a soft kiss to her head.
“I’m so proud of you,” I whisper.
She beams up at me like she’s never heard those words before, and it breaks my fucking heart.
“So you won’t go fuck her?” she asks, a hint of insecurity in her usual strong tone.
I smile softly, hoping it puts her mind at ease.
“No, baby. The only person I’m interested in fucking is you.”
Ducking her head against my neck, she tries to hide her reaction. She can’t fool me, though. I can feel her lips spread into a wide smile as she holds me tighter.
This started out as a fun little forbidden game, but I feel things shifting quickly and I’m not sure how to feel about it.