25. Colin
Colin
E ver since Halloween, I’ve made sure to have Mayson in my bed every night. Even when she tries to fight me on it, we both know she doesn’t mean it and she just ends up there anyway. I’ve even watched a couple of her games, but I don’t think she knows that.
I also gave back her clothes. Still no panties, and I added some lingerie she has yet to put on for me, but she will. Especially if I don’t give her a choice.
We’re about to head to our parents’ house for Thanksgiving. I thought about taking everything out from the bag she packed and only put the lingerie in there.
But I’ll be fucking damned if my dad saw her like that. He’s an asshole, and while I don’t think he would ever touch her, I don’t want to even put the temptation there.
Mayson and I have been in bed together every night, but she’s still my target for the Rites. I like fucking with her, and don’t plan on stopping. Which is why the pranks haven’t stopped, on either of our ends .
The other day, I overheard someone talk about hermit crabs in a bed. I thought about it, but since I’ve forced her into mine, I didn’t want to put them there. Sadly, that prank will need to wait for another time then. Or someone else will need to do it.
My main focus is annoying her by taking things she needs so she comes to me, complaining and angry. Then I put her in her place, fuck her the way we both need, and she can get whatever it is back.
Her pranks continue to be a little more brutal. I’ve hidden the scissors and I’m not giving those back since cutting my clothes is her go to and has been even when we were younger. Though, I know now how much she likes watching me walk around in a half shirt.
I did catch her putting bleach in my shampoo, which ended with her being bent over the side of the bed, my handprint left on her ass right before I fucked her mercilessly.
It’s a great life.
Heading back home to where I first saw Mayson has me feeling some type of way. Knowing we’re going to be under the same roof as our parents and that I won’t have the freedom to touch her like I do now already has me on edge. I could probably make her come to my bed with me anyway.
Who gives a fuck if they find out what we’re doing. We’re adults. We aren’t really related. And my dad has never actually given a fuck to what I do anyway. Her mom may be another story.
But I also don’t give a fuck what she thinks either.
The only reason she’s with my dad is because his money, and anyone with eyes can see it.
The only good thing she’s done is bring Mayson into my life.
Though that could be considered a bad thing since I’ve never been so obsessed with someone until her .
In a way she ruined my life by walking into it because I’ll never be the same, especially now that she’s really mine.
We had early morning practice, and the girls have theirs after us. I’m home now, loading up my car so we can drive back home after she gets back. She doesn’t know that’s the plan, but Thanksgiving is tomorrow and I don’t want to deal with driving in the morning.
I grab her bag, rifling through the contents to make sure she didn’t get new panties and sneak them in there.
I’m surprised she hasn’t but I have a feeling my girl likes going without them so she can hop on my dick whenever she wants.
Tossing the bag into my car, I remember the lingerie I’ve left out, and vow to make her wear them when we get back.
Especially the little maid one, and maybe I’ll make her clean the whole house in it.
Now that’s an idea.
I see her approaching as I close the trunk, and she tilts her head to the side.
She’s so fucking gorgeous, it’s ridiculous.
She’s always been pretty and anyone would have to be blind not to see it.
Her long dark hair, especially pulled back in a ponytail like this swinging behind her.
The light brown eyes that always have a fire in them when she looks at me.
Toned body from the rigorous soccer schedule.
Strong legs that can squeeze the fuck out of me when I’m buried deep inside her.
Yeah, my girl is fucking perfect.
“What’re you doing?” she questions.
“Loading up, and you have perfect timing, we’re heading out.”
“I thought we weren’t leaving until the morning?”
“Never said that. We’re leaving now. That a problem?”
She chews on her lip like she’s weighing if she wants to say something, but then shakes her head. “Nope. Did you grab my bag? ”
“Yes I did.”
“Did you take all my clothes out of it?” She narrows her eyes at me.
Thought about it.
“I didn’t touch it.”
“I don’t think I believe you.”
I shrug. “You want to check?”
“Kinda.”
I open the trunk, gesturing toward it. “Go ahead.”
Her eyes narrow even more. “I feel like this is a trap.”
“How would it be a trap? You were questioning me. I nicely packed up the car for us to go to our parents’ house for the holiday.” I fold my arms across my chest, and lean against the car.
“Ew.” She grimaces. “Don’t say our parents it makes this sound so incestual.”
“What is this?” I question with a raised eyebrow.
“You know.” She points to me, then herself, then back and forth. “This.”
“Us? Like us together?”
“Mhm.”
“Like the fact that you’re impaled on my cock every single night, screaming my name while I make you come harder than you ever have before?”
She slams the trunk closed, grumbling, “Go away.”
I bark out a laugh at her mini outburst because I love how she still gets weird about the thought of us together.
I don’t know if it’s because she’s still trying to convince herself she hates me, or because we’re step siblings.
Or because she only likes my dirty talk in the bedroom.
And she fucking loves it in the bedroom.
We get in the car, and she immediately takes over the music selection, which I’m fully prepared to argue about, but the first song starts to play, and it’s one I actually like.
“What?” she asks, already defensive.
I shake my head. “Nothing. But if you start playing Taylor Swift, we’re changing it.”
Mayson tries to hide her smile, but I catch it before she looks away, mumbling, “You know you like Taylor Swift.”
I drive us away from campus, and neither of us say anything initially, just the sound of the music that sounds like it could have been taken from one of my own playlists. Part of me wonders if she really did take some of these songs from me, but I doubt she would admit it if she did.
“What do you think of road head?” I ask once we’re off campus, and headed toward Mercer Island.
“Uh, sounds dangerous.”
“You don’t trust me?”
She laughs loudly. “No. I do not trust you. In no world do I trust you.”
“That’s too bad because I trust you.” I glance over at her.
“Yeah, okay. We’re literally in a prank battle because of your teams tradition. You shouldn’t trust me.”
“Well I do, because what’s the worst thing you’re going to do to me?”
“I could think of a few things,” she grumbles, sinking lower in the seat.
“Yeah? I told you to do your worst, babe, and yet I don’t think you have.”
She huffs, and I can tell I’m getting to her, so I push harder because that’s what I do.
“You could really get me back by coming over here, and taking my cock in your hot mouth.”
“I’ll pass,” she grumbles.
“You’d rather wait until we get home? That’s fine too, baby deer. I may want to finish in your pussy rather than your throat anyway.”
“We are not having sex this weekend.” She’s trying to be stern, and it’s cute.
“You are so quick to jump on me every day, and you really think I’m not touching you all weekend?” I can’t hide the humor in my voice at the thought.
“I am not,” she rears back.
“Right,” I reply sarcastically. “And neither of us are going four days without you tackling me.”
“I would never tackle you. Get over yourself.”
“You better behave. Can’t have mom and dad catching us,” I taunt.
“Don’t be gross.” She slaps my shoulder, and I laugh even harder.
The rest of the drive is fairly lighthearted and easy. Even though she continues to insist we won’t be fucking this weekend, she’s about to learn how wrong she is. I may be joking about her jumping on me, but really we both know neither of us can stay away.