29. Colin
Colin
I love how she thinks I won’t get her alone. I love how she thinks I wouldn’t tell everyone I know what my stepsister feels like. What she looks like when she’s lost in pleasure, and what she tastes like when she floods my tongue with her cum.
She clearly doesn’t know how far I would go to let the world know she’s mine.
She also doesn’t realize how desperate I am for her again because it’s been too long, and not having her in my bed last night is only making me more determined to have her today.
Especially when I catch her going into the pantry in the morning, probably looking for her oatmeal. She’s reaching up trying to get the container off the top shelf. There’s no way she can reach without help when I step inside the small room, closing the door behind me. But there’s no lock.
Mayson whips around to glare at me. “Why do you keep doing this?”
“Doing what?” I step closer to her.
“Locking us in rooms together. ”
I look back at the door handle, then back to her. “There’s no lock on this door.”
“It’s a figure of speech.” She rolls her eyes, and I push her up against the shelves, causing her to gasp.
“I know what it is.”
“Great, let me leave before we’re caught.”
I chuckle, running my finger up her thigh, grazing the hem of her sleep shorts. “Get caught doing what? Standing here?”
She swallows roughly. “Standing closely.”
“Is it illegal to stand close to someone?”
“No, but…”
“But what?” My hand moves higher up to her hip.
“But you’re touching me.”
“I could touch you more.”
“Don’t.”
I raise an eyebrow, hooking my index finger in her shorts, seeing if she’s actually going to stop me, but she doesn’t.
Her hand slaps down on my bare chest, fingers sliding down the indents of my abs.
She traces the V that girls are obsessed with, and I’m not about to interrupt her exploration.
Even as I start to pull down her shorts and her eyes shoot up to mine, her hand remains on me.
“Why not? You’re touching me,” I tease, moving her shorts further down off her hips.
“I just don’t know what else to do with my hands,” she whispers.
“Right. Well, how about if I lift you up, then you can use them to pull on my chain you love so much while I fuck you.”
Mayson scoffs, “You’re not fucking me in here, you psycho.”
The challenge spurs me on, pushing her shorts all the way off, stepping on them so when I hoist her up in my arms they stay on the ground while she wraps her legs around my waist and I push up against the shelved wall.
Shit falls on the ground, but I don’t even pay attention to any of it because her bare hot cunt is pressed against my stomach.
My hips jut forward out of pure instinct as she grabs onto my shoulder, digging her nails into my skin.
“I’m not?”
She shakes her head, but at the same time she moves so her heels are trying to push down my sweatpants.
I chuckle. “You sure about that?”
“I don’t think I’m sure about anything when it comes to you.”
I help her get my pants down over my ass, freeing my erection, angling to rub it through the wetness between her thighs, but not pushing inside her yet.
“Then tell me you want it. Tell me you want my dick inside you, Mace.”
She whimpers, moving her hands to the back of my neck holding onto me there. “Fuck me, but you better make it fast.”
“Why’s that?” I’m barely holding on by a thread.
“Because we don’t have a lot of time before someone catches us.”
I pull back, then push inside her with a single thrust that has her gasping against my mouth as I drop my lips against hers, but refuse to kiss her.
“Then I guess you better stay quiet.” I pull back before pushing in roughly once again. “But I want to make you scream.”
I slam my mouth down onto hers in a brutal kiss, needing to feel more of her as her pussy squeezes around me. I love how she kisses me like she hates me. Maybe she thinks she does. But with the way she’s bouncing on my dick while I fuck her against the shelves it sure doesn’t feel like it.
“Scream for me, babe, let mommy and daddy hear how much you love coming on my cock. ”
She shakes her head, fighting the urge to cry out. While I’d rather not get interrupted, I would love to see the reaction our parents would have at finding out what we’ve been doing while we’re alone. Am I fucked in the head? Yes. Do I care? Not even a little bit.
I reach between us, finding her clit to rub while fucking her so hard her back must be digging into the wood behind her. She doesn’t complain or try to stop me other than trying to drag my mouth back down to hers to muffle her gasps and whimpers.
“Who makes you feel this good?” I ask when I feel her tighten even more around me, and I’m fighting the urge to come.
“You,” she moans.
“And who am I?” I push, mostly because it bothers her.
“Colin,” she moves, trying to meet my thrusts with her own as I pick up speed.
“Who am I to you?”
“My stepbrother,” she gasps, and I can tell how close she is. Which only makes me fuck her harder. She gets off on how sick I am too. How sick we both are.
“That’s right I am. And I’m going to fill up your pretty little cunt, and you’re going to have to go the rest of the day with our family knowing you’re full of your stepbrother’s cum.”
I crash our mouths together, forcing my tongue between her lips, while I swallow down every noise she makes as her entire body tightens as her orgasm racks through her.
I grip her hips even harder as she squeezes my dick so tightly I practically see stars as my own release takes over.
I push into her as far as possible to make sure I fulfill my promise of filling her up.
I’m somehow going to go the entire day with this secret between us. I don’t know how I will refrain from dropping down to my knees at the dinner table to have her for dessert.
Well, I guess I will, but maybe I’ll wait until we’re back in my bedroom.
Which may be even more difficult if she keeps looking at me like she is right now. Pupils blown, lips red and swollen, knowing her pussy is the same. I flex my hips, pushing in even more to force the cum even deeper inside her.
“Mayson?” The shrill voice of her mom calls out. When she stiffens in my arms. I just smirk.
She tries to wiggle out of my grip, but I keep her pinned, even when her mom calls out again, this time she sounds closer.
“Let me go,” Mayson whispers.
“You want to go out there right now?” I look down at where we’re still connected. “Like this?”
“It’s better than her finding us.” She tries to get me to put her down, but I keep her pinned in place.
“She’ll leave.”
“Colin,” she growls my name in the cutest way.
“Yeah, baby deer?”
Her eyes narrow at me, knowing how much she hates her nickname.
“Mayson!” her mom calls out again, but she sounds further away now.
I set her down, and she immediately reaches down to snatch up her shorts. She slaps them against my leg before pulling them on. “That’s not fair you know?”
“What isn’t?” I smirk, pulling up my own pants once again.
“The stupid thigh tattoo, the chain.” She waves her hand around. “All of it.”
“Just say I’m hot. It won’t kill you.” I rest my hand against a shelf, leaning on it and towering over her .
“I think it actually might,” she grumbles, fixing her clothes and patting down her hair, but it was already messed up even before we did anything.
“Why? I think you’re hot.” I shrug.
“Oh do you?” Her hands are on her hips and she’s giving me a disbelieving look.
“No shit.”
“Interesting, because I remember what you said the first time you saw me, and it was definitely not because you found me attractive.”
“What did I say?” I try to recall that first day because all I remember was being pissed off that my dad was forcing me to move back in. And then even more mad that I was about to share a house with this girl I didn’t know and couldn’t touch.
“I’ll let you think on it.” She pats my chest before pushing past me and leaving the tiny room we’ve been in. The cool air from the rest of the house sweeps in as I watch her leave.
This is going to be an interesting holiday.