Chapter 3
Case
Wet Dreams
After I cooked us dinner, Lyla escaped once again from my grip.
My father told me she is off-limits but fuck, she’s absolutely stunning.
Watching her cheeks redden with almost every word I said, kept my dick rock hard beneath my sweats, to the point where I couldn’t get up from my seat during dinner.
All day I’ve fantasized about her writhing beneath me.
The moan that kept leaving her perfect lips; with every bite she took of the steak almost had me snapping, but I kept my cool, acting unbothered by her presence.
Now I lay in my bed, with my cock in my hand, wishing it was down her throat.
Slowly, I tighten my fist and drag it up my length, but it’s doing fuck-all tonight.
Knowing she’s right across the hall wearing nothing but short shorts and a tank top with no bra.
It makes me want to just go over there and slide into her bed, between her legs, and eat her little cunt until she’s panting my name.
I know she wants me. Her body language screams to me—that she wants to be taken, wants to be dominated and used, but I can't because she's my stepsister. I can’t fucking touch her.
Getting frustrated with myself, I put my cock away and get out of bed.
I need to do something other than sit here and think about her.
Seeing her this afternoon in a skimpy black bikini, swimming in the pool had me blowing my load right in the kitchen.
It’s embarrassing how many times I’ve jerked my cock to this girl, and it hasn't even been twenty-four hours. Maybe I should go back to school. Being around her is not going to work. The longer I’m around here, the more I’m going to want her, and as cool and collected as I am—my dick has other plans.
I don’t know what to do. I fuck plenty of girls, but I don’t date them.
I have never wanted to be with someone in that way—not in a long fucking time.
I don’t have time for attachments. I need to concentrate on hockey.
But between the girl from last night and now meeting my stepsister.
I’ve got two girls that I’m extremely attracted to.
I don’t fucking get it. I’m too busy for this shit.
Walking to my door, I open it, shutting my light off behind me. Stepping into the hallway, the sounds from across the hall have me stopping in my tracks. Was that… moaning?
Stepping closer to her door, I hear faint whimpers, and I peek through the crack of the slightly open door and swallow thickly.
Lyla is laying in her bed with her legs spread wide and her fingers moving fast between her legs.
I watch as she pulls down her tank top; revealing one of her breasts, and she pinches her nipple, causing her back to bow off the bed.
She moans as her other hand pulls down her panties, opening her legs wider until two fingers sink into her pussy.
She whines as she fingers herself, and I lick my lips.
Listening to how wet she is; I reach into my sweats, wrapping my hand around my length and jerk my cock.
My eyes never leave her fingers as I keep the same pace she does on herself.
Fuck, I wish I knew how tight she was. I bet she tastes so fucking sweet.
I pick up my pace, rubbing my thumb over my tip as she moans again.
My eyes widen while I watch as she spreads her lips, circling her clit with one hand as the other continues to move in and out of her cunt slowly.
It’s almost as if she knows I'm watching her. Is this my own private show? Knowing I can’t touch her, so she touches herself while I jerk my cock for her?
That just makes my dick even harder. Her whimpers bring me back into the moment, and I fucking wish I could stand at the end of her bed to get a closer look. Fuck it.
I open the door slowly and walk to the edge of her bed. Her eyes fly open, and she gasps.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” I growl and she moans, picking up her pace.
“Good girl. Show me how wet you are,” I order, and she sinks her fingers inside herself only to pull them out and use them on her clit.
Her arousal glistens against the moonlight and I groan, tightening my grip on my length.
Her blue eyes flutter as she watches me jerk my cock.
“Take him out. Let me see how big he is,” She pants, and I pull my pants down, giving her what she wants. She gasps, and I smirk, kneeling on the bed.
“You don’t know how bad I want to feel you,” I admit, and she shakes her head, knowing that we can’t.
“Mmm, Case…” She trails off as her fingers pump faster, making me growl, hearing my name coming from her lips.
“I want to see how hard you cum for me, Doll. Knowing my cock wants to be buried inside you.” I whisper and she whimpers, pinching her clit, making her back bow off the bed yet again.
“I’m so close.” She whines as I jerk my cock faster, wanting to cum with her.
“So am I, baby. Come on. Soak those fingers for me, like a good girl.” I groan, trying to wait for her.
Her legs begin to shake, and the sound of her fingers sliding in and out of her dripping cunt echoes through the room.
“That’s it, Doll. Cum for me.” I growl, watching her chest heave and her fingers move rapidly between her clit and cunt.
“I- I’m cumming. Fuck. Case!” she shouts, and fuck, I can’t hold back any longer.
I scoot up the bed quickly and settle between her legs as my nuts lift and I jerk my cock fast, spilling my load all over her pussy.
I watch as her cunt gushes against her fingers, and my name is whispered against her lips.
Shit! I could listen to those words for the rest of my life. Fuck!
“I need to go before I end up cleaning the mess we made. Fuck Lyla! I’m sorry. This can’t happen again,” I say, climbing off the bed as I tuck my dick away, leaving in a hurry and slamming the door behind me. Walking across the hall into my room, I find my phone and place a call.
“Hey, it’s Case. Tomorrow night from 10 - 2, I want the same brunette from last night,” I say.
“No problem. See you tomorrow.” She says, and I hang up, plopping down onto my bed and shutting my eyes. I really shouldn’t have done that! But why do I want to do it again? Fucking fuck!