Stepped

Chapter 4

Summer

I gotta admit it. Ole Tricky Ricky was cooler than a fan, and having him and Breeze around made the house feel fuller.

It was Christmas break. On a random Saturday. And our house was so lively. My mama had the Christmas décor and multiple trees looking magnificent. Old school R&B was floating from the wireless speakers.

Both Ricky and my mama were off that evening and Ricky had randomly decided to put some meat on the grill. Simultaneously, they’d been getting tipsy, as they couldn’t keep their hands off one another.

Admittedly, I could tell that Ricky was making my mama the happiest I’d ever seen, which was saying a lot, because she was naturally an upbeat person. She’d giggle her head off, as Ricky would bury his face in the crook of her neck.

And…Breeze wasn’t so bad, neither. For the past month, we’d gotten pretty cool. We’d smoke a few trees together, talk about anything under the sun…and flirt. Nothing heavy, though.

At this point, I could admit that Breeze was a handsome guy. Smooth too. He would always say little slick shit, but knew how to keep it cordial. Never making me feel uncomfortable.

Personally, I enjoyed toying with him. He was fun to play with and it didn’t make the family time that our parents were now regularly forcing upon us seem so bad.

“I didn’t know that your mama was this playful,” Harlem mentioned, as he sat beside me on the sectional in the living room.

He’d unexpectedly stopped by in the middle of our impromptu family day. At this point, both my mama and Ricky had been drinking, and were now actively chasing each other around the house.

“Shit, they’re full of that liquor,” Breeze commented, as he was casually laying across the sectional, not too far from where we were seated.

Ever since Harlem had pulled up, Breeze had been camped out on the couch with us, never bothering to give us any semblance of space.

“Next time, you need to come over to my house. Cause this nigga is acting like he’s trying to babysit us,” Harlem spoke in my ear, before kissing my cheek. “I gotta go. It’s fifteen minutes til my curfew.”

“Okay,” I softly responded, before he leaned in, attempting to kiss my lips.

Feeling Breeze’s eyes on me, I turned my head, forcing his lips to land on my cheek again.

“Damn.” He paused. “It’s like that?”

I sighed. “Call me when you make it home.”

He shook his head, before easing off the couch. “Yeah, a’ight. See ya, Breeze.” He gave him the deuces, before sauntering over to the door.

Breeze sat up, smiling. “You aint shit, Summer. You couldn’t even walk that nigga to the door.”

I rolled my eyes, as he hopped off the couch, before jogging to the entryway to lock up behind Harlem.

“Whew, Harlem is finally gone, huh?” My mama asked, as she switched over, holding two cups in her hands.

“Yep, he’s gone,” I answered, as Breeze came strolling back into the room.

“Good. Now, y’all can have a cocktail with us. Without a muthafucka looking upside our heads.” She handed one clear plastic cup to me, then the other to Breeze.

I frowned in confusion. “Is this liquor?”

“Yep. Tequila, wine, with some mixers.”

“Oh, bet.” Breeze immediately sipped some of his drink.

Of course, I had to keep my good girl facade going for my mama’s benefit. “And you’re okay with me drinking?”

“Girl, please.” She waved me off. “No need to front for me. You might not be 21, but you’re an adult.

And when I was your age, I was in those clubs bopping, drinking, and whatever else.

And you’re my daughter. The apple didn’t fall too far from the tree.

So, you aint fooling me. Now, drink up, daughter. ”

“Okay,” I agreed, refusing to acknowledge what she was saying. Meanwhile, I had a whole stash of premium liquor in my room.

“Y’all just keep this between us.” My mama pointed at me and Breeze. “Now, come on. I got the cards and I wanna spank some asses in Spades.”

Me and Breeze glanced at each other, before following her to the kitchen, and sitting at the breakfast nook.

Being a true traitor, my mama decided to team up with Ricky, playing against me. Unluckily for her, Breeze was a pro, and we were spanking their asses.

Surprisingly, our parents allowed us to have all the drinks we wanted, after making it clear that we couldn’t leave the house with the alcohol in our systems.

By two in the morning, we were all drunk.

I found myself standing near the main Christmas tree that was positioned next to the spiraling staircase and extended up to the 24-foot ceiling.

With Ricky now living with us, there was an exceptional number of gifts under the tree, and they were mostly for my mama.

There were also several gifts from him to me and Breeze.

Now, what caught me off guard was when I saw that three presents were there from Breeze addressed to me.

“I know damn well his ass didn’t pay for nothing,” I mumbled, as I switched over to the sectional where Breeze was now seated. “So, your daddy got me some gifts and put your name on ‘em?” I presumptuously questioned.

“Huh?” He sheepishly frowned. His eyes had reddened, and I couldn’t help but notice how his waves always appeared lustrous with his fine grade of hair.

“Those gifts under the tree.” I pointed behind me. “I counted at least three that came from you. And I just know that you didn’t buy me anything.”

“Well, then you don’t know shit, then. Cause I bought those gifts with my own money,” he slurred.

My brows arched. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, damn. That means that I gotta get you something too.”

He shrugged.

“Yep. I’ma get your hungry ass a six piece from Popeyes, since you like stealing food.”

“What?” He hopped off the couch. “You got me fucked up.” He grabbed me, placing me in a headlock.

“Ahh!” I yelped, as I wildly swung on him.

Playfully, we tussled all over the living room.

“Oh, hell no!” I screamed, as he grabbed my legs, lifting me off my feet. “Stooop!” I squealed, as he jogged through the house with me in his arms.

Our parents had crept off, probably somewhere doing the nasty. And we were behaving like the two big kids that we were.

I was crying laughing, as he pinned me against the wall.

“You better let me go, boy,” I warned.

He paused and gazed into my eyes. “What if I told you that I didn’t want to?”

I tilted my head. “Want to what?”

“Let you go.”

I giggled. “Breeze—”

My words were cut off, as he placed his lips on mine.

“Mmm,” he moaned against me. Then he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

Being within his arms felt so good. And so right. So, I didn’t try to stop him. That was until he was getting carried away, and had lifted my breasts out of my bra.

That’s when I broke our kiss. “Boy, what the fuck?” I hissed, as I pulled my bra back over my breasts. “Both of our parents are still in this house. We can’t do this. Not right here. Not right now.”

Gradually, he nodded, before backing off, lifting his hands in surrender. “You got it.”

My eyes swept over him, taking in his relaxed appearance, while he rocked a beater and basketball shorts.

The muscles in his strong arms flexed, as he rubbed his hard stomach, and licked his lips.

My eyes traveled down the print in his shorts.

The clothing material did very little to conceal his weaponry.

His hard dick extended down his thigh, nearly reaching his knee area. No exaggeration.

Ms. Kitty was literally throbbing at the sight.

I gulped. “Okay, good. Now…I’m finna go upstairs and take a bath. And you do…whatever it is that you do.”

I called myself stomping off, only to realize that he was right behind me.

“Where are you going?” I quizzed, as we both headed upstairs.

“To my room,” he calmly smirked.

“Oh.” I breathed out, as I sauntered over to my bedroom.

Never looking back, I closed my door. Feeling the slickness that had accumulated between my slit, I immediately stepped out of my pajamas. I then pulled off my shirt and bra.

Butt naked, I stomped over to the bathroom and absently stepped inside. With the alcohol induced buzz still riding my back, it didn’t immediately register that the shower was already running. And then I nearly leapt out of my skin, when Breeze stepped out of the water room. Naked.

“Oh, shit!” I clutched my chest, after forgetting that although there were technically four bathrooms in the house, me and his bedrooms were both connected to this particular bathroom, with separate entry points. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

Standing there shamelessly, while his big, long, thick dick was still rock hard, he shrugged. “Shit, I’m finna hop in the shower.”

I narrowed my gaze. “But I said that I was finna take a bath.”

“Okay.” He opened his arms. “It’s first come, first serve. And it’s another bathroom down the hallway.”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “The bathroom that you should be using. Especially when it’s obvious that this was my personal bathroom, long before you came here.

And I been wondering why do you insist on using this bathroom, when there’s a whole other bathroom with more space and shelves for you to personalize. ”

“Well, this bathroom is connected to my room. So, when I gotta piss or whatever else, I’m going to the nearest toilet. Fuck what you talking about.”

“Oh, no the hell you’re not,” I argued. “In fact, I’m telling my mama to shut your entry door off. Or I’ll do it myself.”

He cynically chuckled. “Like I give a fuck. There’s still the hallway entry.”

“I’ll have her put locks on it,” I rebutted. “And only I’ll have the key.”

“Yeah, alright. But I got here first tonight.” He stepped over to the glass shower.

Curling my lips, I stomped over to him, hooking an arm around his neck from behind. “I said that this is my fucking bathroom,” I growled, before choking him.

He chuckled, as I dragged him across the bathroom. “You wanna fucking play?” He maneuvered his body around, turning the tables on me.

Wrapping his arms around my waist, he lifted me up.

“You better fucking put me down—”

My words were cut off, as Breeze slipped his tongue into my mouth.

“Mmm,” he moaned, as he sat my bare ass on the sink.

He was standing between my legs, and I could feel the heat of his dick near Ms. Kitty.

“Just…just let me stick it in, Summer,” he huskily breathed. “Please. Cause I want you so fucking bad.”

Deviously, I bit my bottom lip. “Only if you eat it first.”

Nodding, he immediately lowered to his knees. Not even bothering with a little sniff test first, he craned his neck, and flicked his tongue between my split.

When he pushed my legs apart, then tossed them over his shoulders, and slurped my clit between his lips, I realized that he was no amateur.

“Ooh, fuck,” I panted, while rubbing his waves.

He was moving his tongue at a hurried pace, making my toes curl. Soon after, I found myself gripping the sink, while grinding against his tongue.

“Ooh, shit.” I gasped, as he zeroed in on my clit, working the hell out of his tongue. “Ughhhhhh,” I released, as my body unexpectedly jerked, and spasmed.

Knowing that he’d given me a powerful orgasm, Breeze stood upright, and gripped his dick.

“Wait.” I placed a hand on his chest. “You got a condom?”

He shook his head, while his mouth was slick with my juices. “Nah. Shit, I just ate it. A condom for what?”

“I’m not on—" I didn’t finish, as he pushed his huge dick between my slit.

“Damn. You gotta relax,” he whispered. “You tensing up, and I can barely get in.”

I winced and tucked my lips into my mouth. “It’s too big.”

He paused, and stared at me. “But I thought that I couldn’t handle this pussy?”

“Fuck you.” I leaned back on my hands, allowing him to bury himself deeper.

“Yeah. Like that,” he huffed, while smoothly gliding in and out of my womb, causing my secretions to lather his dick.

Looking at the cocky expression on his face, I knew that I needed to show him who he was fucking. Even if he was the biggest, I’d ever seen.

“Wait.” I placed my hand on his chest again. “Get down on the floor.”

Asking no questions, he pulled out of me, and laid on the tiled floor. After easing off the counter, I straddled him. I then lifted my ass, ensuring that my slit met with the tip of his dick, before sitting down.

I gritted my teeth, as I could feel him in my stomach. Feeling immense pressure, I fought through it, and tucked my feet underneath me. Now squatting on the dick, I bounced.

“Oh, fuck,” Breeze whispered, as he smacked my ass.

Grabbing my knees, I bounced hard, causing my ass to slap his thighs.

Gazing down at him, I watched him lick his lips, while I was riding his dick.

“Damn, Summer. You gone make me cum.”

“Tell me,” I breathed out. “Tell me before you cum.”

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Too late.”

“Nigga, what?” I paused, while still sitting on his dick. “I know you didn’t fucking cum in me.”

He lightly smiled. “My bad. You shouldn’t have been riding it like that. What you want me to do?”

I rolled my eyes, as I dismounted him. “Whatever.” I climbed to my feet.

“Whatever?” he repeated, as he sat up, before standing up. “You mad?”

Sauntering out of the bathroom, I could feel his semen seeping out of me.

“Summer,” he uttered, following me into my room.

“What?” I spun around.

He approached me, and wrapped his arms around me. “You mad at me?” He kissed my lips. “Hmm?”

I pulled my head back. “Stop kissing me and make me cum again.”

He smirked. “Lay down, then.”

Following instructions, I laid on my bed, and he climbed in after me. I peeped that his dick was still hard, as he slid between my legs.

Tucking his hands underneath my armpits, he gripped my shoulders, and pumped that dick inside of me. Sensually, he flexed in and out of me, while sloppily tongue-kissing me.

Soon, we were rolling around on the mattress, until I landed on top. As I sat up, he cuffed my titties.

We locked eyes, as I worked my hips. He toyed with my nipple, as I wobbled my ass.

No lie. His dick felt indescribable, as he filled and stretched me out. It wasn’t long before I was wildly fucking him, praying that our sex couldn’t be heard in the hallway.

My pussy was contracting around him, as another toe-curling orgasm ripped through my body.

Loving the way my body felt, I kept riding him, deciding that I was chasing as many nuts as my body would allow.