Chapter 5
Breeze
My head popped up, as I realized that I’d been knocked out on the plush carpeted floor. Glancing around, I remembered that I was too drunk to make it to my room, and must’ve passed out on Summer’s bedroom floor.
Reaching down, I realized that I was at least wearing shorts, and hadn’t run the risk of either of our parents finding me naked in her room.
“Damn,” I grumbled, as I could still taste her in my mouth.
The shit was wild. I’d literally fucked my stepsister, all night long.
Sitting up a bit more, I saw that she was laying across her bed, hair sprawled over her face, while she was still butt naked. That ass was so fat, that my dick helplessly hardened.
“Summer.” I gripped her shoulder and shook her awake.
“Huh?” She groggily questioned, as her eyes sluggishly opened.
“Hey.” I found myself caressing her back. “You might wanna put some clothes on.”
She rolled her eyes, and pouted, as her chin rested on the bed. Crazily, with sleep still in her eyes, she was still fucking gorgeous. “For what?”
“Because I’m in here and your mama could easily pop up in here.”
“No. She can’t. My door is locked.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” She sat up, as her sizable bare titties bounced.
Sitting there, I could see that she wasn’t a bit shy about her body. Even without the alcohol, she was comfortable in her birthday suit. And that was such a stark contrast from most of the girls I’d dealt with. They were usually shy, or self-conscious, while she exuded confidence.
“So…I bet you probably tripping off what happened last night.”
“Umm…” She cutely tucked her lips into her mouth. “Not really.”
I licked my lips. “I’m saying. You don’t feel bad about cheating on Harlem?”
Again, she shrugged. “I’m eighteen. He’s seventeen. The likelihood of us being together forever is probably slim to none. Like you said, he’s NBA bound. So, in the grand scheme of things, cheating at this age shouldn’t even count. I’m living and experiencing some shit.”
“What?” I lightly chuckled, realizing that Summer’s mind was wired completely different from the average teenaged girl. It was like she was able to step outside of herself and assess the situation from a wise perspective.
It was definitely telling, as she was knowledgeable beyond her years, which probably gave her immeasurable power. To be incredibly manipulative.
“So, there’s no part of you that’s remorseful about what happened last night?”
“Mmm.” She seemingly thought about it. “Harlem would definitely be pissed if he found out. And I’d be mad, if he messed with one of my friends. So, we know that it wasn’t right. But…nobody has to know. And nobody gets hurt.” She shrugged. “It is what it is.”
“And you aint gone blame it on the alcohol?”
She deviously grinned. “I mean, it could’ve been the alcohol. So, I guess that I need to hop on it, while I’m sober.”
“Yeah—”
I never finished my sentence, as she climbed out of bed, and joined me on the floor. Literally seconds later, my shorts were at my ankles, while she was riding my dick.
Holding on for the ride, I gripped her hips, while she was working that pussy up and down my length.
Holding her, I gradually sat up, as her soft titties were pressed against my chest. Seductively, she locked eyes with me, as she was rolling that cat, back and forth on my shaft.
“Ooh, this dick is good,” she passionately whispered.
I gripped her fat ass with both hands, while thrusting deeply into her.
Our skin was clapping, echoing throughout the spacious bedroom. Lowering my head, I drew a bouncing nipple into my mouth.
As I was swirling my tongue around her areola, I could feel her tightening those walls around my dick.
Wildly, Summer bucked her hips, while burying her face in the crook of my neck. I was now jack hammering the pussy, before my back stiffened, and she let out a stifled scream, while biting my neck.
Needless to say, I was geeked, after waking up, and getting straight into some pussy. And after thinking about it, I had to admit that my pops moving in with Array was one of the best things to happen to me in a minute.
***
It had been four days since that drunken night. And usually, I’d be everywhere but at home, during a holiday break. But this time…my mama nor my siblings had laid eyes on me. I hadn’t even kicked it with my boys.
Staying at home was like leaving a kid in a candy store. I was overindulging like a muthafucka.
Every second I got, I was inside of Summer.
In just four days, I’d fucked her more than I’d fucked in any other girl since I’d started having sex.
We fucked once our parents went to sleep.
In the mornings, and the whole time they were at work.
We’d even gotten it in in the driveway once, when her mama was hanging in the kitchen area.
Summer had to be the sexiest girl alive. I even dug her fuck faces. Her pussy was so warm, juicy, and tight. Then she knew how to work her inner muscles. And even twerked on the dick.
Without question, I’d had more than my fair share of girls, but it was something different about Summer. I literally had fallen in love with the pussy, and never wanted to let it go.
I knew she had me, when I was eating pussy on command. And sleeping on her floor versus my bed, just so that I could hit it throughout the night.
That day…we were geeked that both of our parents had left for work. We’d immediately stripped down to nothing, and started fucking in the middle of Summer’s bedroom.
“Bend over and grab your ankles,” I instructed.
She obediently did as she was told.
That’s when I propped a foot on the frame of the bed, and mounted her fat ass. Holding her with both hands, I smashed into the pussy.
On some freaked-out type shit, Summer threw that ass back, while making it clap for me.
My toes were curling in my socks, when the doorbell rang.
“What the fuck?” Summer stood upright, causing my dick to fall out of that soaking wet pussy.
“Man, who the fuck is that?” I angrily stomped over to her window.
Peering out of the blinds, I noticed Harlem’s Buick parked in the driveway.
“Who is it?” Summer questioned, as she stood behind me.
I turned away from the window. “Get in the bed, and toot that ass in the air.”
Frowning, she placed her hands on her hips. “But who’s outside?”
I kissed my teeth. “Nobody. Just them door to door salesmen. Now, get on the bed.”
Sighing, she climbed on the bed, and I got in right after her. Harlem continuously rang the doorbell, while Summer laid her head on a pillow.
With her ass in the air, I dipped my dick in her from behind.
“Ummm,” she moaned, while I eased in and out of her.
“Wobble that ass for daddy,” I encouraged, while smacking a cheek.
Like a good girl, she threw that ass back, while I beat the pussy up. Meanwhile, my boy was standing outside on the porch, probably wondering why our cars were parked out front, but we weren’t answering the door.
Summer
It was the middle of the evening, and I was still in bed. Without a stitch of clothing, and my slit slick with semen, I was laying next to Breeze, while he lightly snored.
It was Christmas Eve, my mama had to work, and I honestly didn’t know what Ricky was doing. I just knew that he wasn’t at home. So, we were there alone, and had fucked three times in a row. Ms. Kitty was probably swollen from the ways she’d been punished and stretched to the max.
I could pretend that I was all torn up about cheating on Harlem…
but I wasn’t. Having sex with Breeze felt good, and doing it all the time excited me.
Because he literally never left me hanging and could make me have multiple orgasms. And that counted for a lot, after being sexually dissatisfied with my boyfriend.
Truthfully, there wasn’t much thought about what was happening. Breeze was handsome as fuck, with a big dick, and had completely relieved my sexual frustration.
Like my mama always preached. I was young, and had all the time in the world to get serious. So, if fucking Breeze was what brought me contentment, then that’s what I was gonna do. Then worry about everything else, on the backend.
With Breeze’s reputation, I had no plans of anything beyond this sexual relationship. He had too many girls on dick, and I didn’t want the stress or aggravation. So, I planned to compartmentalize the entire situation. No matter how good he fucked me.
Nevertheless, I was feeling creative, so I grabbed my iPad to jot down ideas for a book that I was working on, before my cell rang.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hey, baby girl. What are you doing?”
“Oh, just doing a little brainstorming on the new book I’m working on.”
“Oh, yeah? So, you have your eyes on the prize, huh?”
“Yep.”
“Okay. Did you get the gift I had sent over there?” My daddy questioned.
“Yes, I got it. Thanks for the Louie cross-body. You definitely know my style,” I smiled.
“I definitely do. So…uh, you stopping by tomorrow?”
“Mmm, I don’t know, daddy. We’re having Christmas here, this year, and my mama really wants me to be here and meet Ricky’s family.”
I guess after hearing his daddy’s name, Breeze rolled over to face me, as he was now awake.
“Ricky, huh?” My daddy scoffed, not being able to conceal his disdain for my mama’s man.
He’d always made it clear that he loved my mama and she’d been the one to walk away, which was why he’d seemingly hate on any man who came after him.
“So, I guess now that you’re eighteen, and can make your own decisions, then you’re never coming over here to spend time with me, huh? ”
I sighed. “Don’t be like that, daddy. It’s not like that.”
“Okay. Then, tell me how it is, Dashia.” He referred to me by my middle name.
I twisted my lips, as I thought of what to say. “I just…daddy, it’s boring over there. Laura just had the baby, and plus y’all have Junior, who’s only two. It’s just nothing to do over there.”
“Nothing to do? How about bonding with your siblings? Or hanging with me?”