He's So Fine (A BBW Stepbrother Romance) (7 page)

I also knew if I didn’t agree, I would regret it the rest of my life. This was a chance, an experience I was going to grab with both hands and hold on to as long as I could. “I understand that we’re going to have sex. Real, messy, get down in the dirt, sex.”

“Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, yeah.”

He started as he meant to finish, giving me a kiss that branded my lips and made my pussy clench with need. I clung to his chest, my fingers still digging into his flesh. He pulled me closer and I wrapped my hands around his neck, fingering the long layer of silky hair that brushed the tops of his shoulders. His tongue stroked at the seam of my lips and I opened for him, knowing from this moment on there was no turning back. He thrust his tongue inside, tasting me. I didn’t know what to do.

“Open your mouth wider, Abby. Let me in.” His command was a growl across my lips that I immediately obeyed. I’d always thought French kissing was nasty. Sticking your tongue in someone else’s mouth had held no appeal to me. Until Cage.

It was as if Cage had awakened something inside me. Something good. Something sexy. I arched my hips toward the warmth of his body. His hand clamped onto my hip, holding me still. I whined into his mouth. I wanted to feel the hardness of his body against mine.

This time when his tongue thrust inside my mouth, I stroked it with my own. My reaction stilled his body as if our tongues touching was an intimate act he wanted to savor. I know I did. I stroked, I licked, I sucked. I pleaded with my mouth for him to take me.

When he withdrew, he teased me, luring my tongue into the warmth of his mouth. Then he was the one stroking, licking, and sucking. Dominating. My hips bucked again. Was this how it would feel with his mouth on me? Eating my pussy?

I wasn’t quite sure what all that entailed, just that it had to do with a man’s mouth on a woman’s slit. Oh, how I wanted that. With Cage.

He pulled away, slowly parting our lips. He stared into my eyes and I couldn’t look away. I’d never been this close to a boy—man—before. I was drowning in the blue depths, losing myself in his soul.

In a quick move, he wrapped his arms around me, maneuvering us into a sitting position. He loosened his hold and let his arms drop from around me. I knelt beside him, waiting.

He reached behind his head and pulled off the t-shirt he was wearing. It left me staring at a large expanse of massive muscles. I thought I might faint at the sight.

He took my hand in his and guided it to his sweatpants. His cock was a firm bulge beneath the soft fabric. “Touch me, Abby.”

He guided my hand inside his pants until I was cupping his hard length at the base. It was pointed up, brushing the lower ridge of his abs. His pubic hair tickled the palm of my hand. I realize he manscaped because everything was trimmed. At least I think that’s what it was still called. He pressed my fingers around his cock before letting go.

I looked at him, this giant of a man. I looked at us and I shivered inside. We knelt side-by-side on a leather sofa, his legs spread, his shoulders relaxed.

“Stroke me.”

My hand moved before my brain could decide if I should. I squeezed him and he groaned. My fingers wouldn’t close around his width and he was only half aroused. I realized just how big he was. I moved my hand until I almost let him go. I was surprised to feel moisture at the end. My eyes flew to his. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, baby. Do whatever you want. I love your touch.” His hand reached up and pinned a strand of hair that had escaped back behind my ear. I bit my lip.

“Can I see?” My hand was inside his pants. All I could do was feel it.

He smiled. “Oh, now you want to see it?”

I blushed scarlet, which made him laugh. He withdrew my hand and placed his on my waist. He was lifting me off the couch as I moved to his non-verbal commands.

“On your knees.”

I don’t know how he did it, but suddenly I was in front of him on the floor and his sweats were around his ankles. His cock was proud and straight between his thighs, heavy and thick with his arousal. “Stroke me,” he demanded again.

Damn, those two words did something to me. My body clenched and my mouth watered. The thought of deep throating him, tasting his salty cum was utmost in my mind. I encircled him with my hand and started to pump up and down. I soon realized what the moisture I had felt before actually was. Pre-cum. He was already leaking. I brushed my thumb over the mushroom head, fascinated by this man’s cock. The shape, the size. As I stroked, it grew, becoming even thicker and longer until it was a hard, rigid staff that felt as if it would break in half if I touched it the wrong way. I giggled, remembering all those euphemisms used in the romance novels I’d checked out from the county library when I was younger and still believed in romantic love.

I felt a sharp tug on my hair. “First rule, Abby. Never, ever laugh when you have a man’s cock in your hand or your mouth or your pussy.” He stared down at me, his eyes half-lidded.

I smiled up at him. “No? Does that deflate your male ego?”

He grunted and pushed into my hand. “Does that feel like I’m deflating, baby?”

God, no, I thought to myself, adding my other hand. I really had no frame of reference for the size of a man’s cock. I had seen some porn on the internet, but regardless of what Cage said, I knew the men on there were way above average size, and sex was
not
like what happened in the videos. So what did that mean? It meant Cage could have a damn fine career making porn.

I lowered my head and licked the top of his cock, my tongue dragging across the slit.

That drew a harsh gasp of breath from him. I licked him again, this time under the flange of the purpling head. How the hell did that go into a woman without splitting her in two? The shaft was hard and lined with veins so engorged, I could swear I felt the blood pounding beneath the skin.

“Suck it.” The guttural command was accompanied by two hands on my head. His fingers griped my skull as they pushed me down. I opened my mouth willingly, allowing the head to pass by my teeth, then across my tongue. I pulled back away and he grunted. “Again.”

This time I went down on him by myself. My mouth moved down, then up. Wetting him with my saliva. In minutes, his cock was glistening and each time I lowered my head, I took him a little further inside until he was bumping at the back of my throat. He pumped into my mouth and I let him, until the thrusts became too forceful, almost choking me each time. I tapped on his thigh, letting him know it was too much.

He stopped immediately, but I heard his ragged groan. I continued to tease him with my tongue and lips, sucking and licking. I really didn’t know what to do next. But he did.

He threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled me off his cock, my face turned up to his. “I want to deep-throat you, baby. Do you think you can do that?”

I sank down on my heels. “I don’t know. Will you show me how?”

“Oh, yeah, baby.” He rose to his feet, his hands still in my hair. His touch was gentle as he pulled me up on my knees until my face was directly in front of his crotch. “You have to breathe through your gag reflex when I hit the back of your throat.” His eyes stared down into mine, his a glittering ice blue that made me shiver, my pussy clench, and my nipples harden. He reminded me of a conquering hero about to ravish the women in the village.

“I can do that.” I smiled up at him, leaning forward and eager to taste him again. His hands held me still.

“That’s not all, baby.”

“What else?”

His tone was scaring me a little, but my excitement overrode everything else.

“I’m gonna help you.”

I didn’t even have to voice the question I was thinking. I think I knew what he meant by the firm grip he had on my head. When I couldn’t do it myself, he was going to force himself deeper. Oh, god, could I do it? My body said yes.

He ran his thumb over my lips, pressing the bottom one hard against my teeth. “Tap me like you did before if it becomes too much.”

I didn’t answer, I simply leaned forward and took him back in my mouth, swallowing him until the head of his cock bumped the back of my throat. I pulled back quickly before he could ‘help’ me. I circled his head with my tongue, licking as much of his length as I could. Again and again, just like an ice cream cone. Lick and circle. Taste the delicious pre-cum that seemed to be pouring from the slit. I tongued the opening, thrusting against it as if trying to open it up.

“Fuck, baby!” His fingers turned to steel bands around my head and his hips thrust forward. In and out. Deeper and deeper. On his next thrust, I relaxed my throat.

He growled and pulled my head forward until his dick was down my throat, deeper than I ever thought I could take a man. Instinctively, I swallowed.

“Oh, shit. Do that again,” he commanded. He pulled back then thrust forward again. As he did, I worked my throat muscles. Breathing through my nose while my mouth was stuffed full of cock was an acquired skill and I almost choked. Immediately, he pulled out.

“Okay?” His blue eyes darkened and looked down at me with concern.

I nodded.

“Again?”

I nodded my agreement and he pushed back into my mouth. And pushed and pushed. Within minutes we had a rhythm that pulled harsh grunts and dirty words from his mouth and allowed me to breathe without any problems.

Another tightening of his hands warned me what was about to happen before he spoke. “I’m coming, baby. I’m coming.”

I placed my hands on his buttocks and pulled him forward signaling my acceptance. One deep thrust and he was blowing his load down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed, enjoying his groans of release.

“Oh, baby.” He pulled away and I finally tasted a man’s cum. It was thicker than the pre-cum I’d licked up before. It was slightly salty. An unexplainable flavor. His cock was still hard as it left my mouth. Had I done something wrong?

He pulled me to my feet and kissed me. At first, I thought how gross, but then I remembered it was his cum not mine. It was actually quite erotic, sharing his release with him. He kissed me long and hard, I guess as a reward for my performance.

I wanted more than that. Pressing my hands to his chest, I signaled I needed some space.

“What next?” I asked, my confidence soaring.

He laughed and hugged me to him. His sweats were still around his ankles and his dick was hard and wet. He should have looked silly, but how could he with all that tanned skin and bulging muscles.

“That’s probably enough for you tonight.”

I stuck out my lip and pouted. Not something I normally did, but my inner vixen was alert and ready for action. “Are you sure?” I wrapped my hand around his cock and pulled. I was rewarded with a small spurt of cum across my palm.

“Keep tugging on it. Just like that.” I did what he asked, loving the feel of him in my hand.

“Cage.” My concentration broke when his hands started kneading my breasts. His large palms covered the entire center and he rubbed the nipples, making them harden until they hurt.

“Are you horny, Abby?” His voice was deep and dark and his eyes twinkled wickedly as he pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I continued to stroke him as he tormented me, pinching and pulling, his touch growing harder and rougher. “Did sucking my cock and swallowing my cum make that sweet pussy of yours wet, Sis?”

I don’t know what it was about him calling me by that name that made me want to melt at his feet. The thought of the taboo? We were stepsiblings. Nothing incestuous about that, especially considering I’d only met the man a few weeks ago.

Crap! I’d only met the man a few weeks ago and here I was pulling his cock in the middle of the living room of his stepfather’s beach house.

“Cage, we have to stop.” I let go, but he stopped me from pulling away.

Covering my hand with his, he simply said, “No.”

“But our parents—”

“I’ll hear them come in. Now make me come again.”

His touch focused on my breasts and I was pretty sure I was going to be the one coming. I panted through the wave of sensation that was building inside me. Really? I was about to have my first orgasm with a man and all he was doing was pulling at my nipples? I hastened my strokes, seeing if I could finish him off before he destroyed me.

“Shit.” He groaned and pulled my body against his as I felt him swell in my hand at the same time that another wave rolled over me. The stickiness of his release spurted out at the same time my pussy was flooded with the wetness of my release.

“Shit is right,” I murmured as I buried my face in his chest. He continued to pulse against my palm.

“Here.” He handed me the shirt he’d taken off. Gently, he wiped away his spunk and cleaned me up before reaching for his sweatpants and covering up. I heard the click of the front door and realized my lesson was over. As quickly as that, what we had just shared was gone, wiped away from everything but our memories.

CAGE

I stood in the kitchen drinking down a blended concoction of eggs, protein powder, milk, and kale. I usually didn’t have the kale, but it was in the refrigerator so I said what the hell. Frank swore by the eggs, being from the Rocky generation and all. I’d gotten use to swallowing raw eggs since sometimes I didn’t have a way to cook them.

A small sound behind me had me turning and I saw Abby. She had that sleepy-eyed look that told me she’d just gotten out of bed. That and the tousled look of her hair had me ready, willing, and able. I hadn’t been lying the other night when I’d offered to fuck her.

That plan had gotten a little off track when her mouth had turned me into a pile of mush and our parents had come home. I’d been on the verge of taking her upstairs, eating her out and fucking her raw.

That was still my plan.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” I couldn’t resist the teasing, she was just so easy.

Abby shuffled into the kitchen without returning my greeting, her eyes half opened.

“You really aren’t a morning person are you?”

She opened the fridge and took out a small bottle of orange juice. I’d forgotten to move it so I didn’t get a free show. She shook it as she shuffled across the room again and literally crawled onto the stool.

“Who the hell gets up at this hour?”

I laugh at her. “Why
are
you up?”

She straightened from her slouched position and took a long drink of her orange juice. I suddenly realized that attention-grabbing trick was as effective for girls as it was for boys. My eyes almost crossed trying to look at different parts of her at the same time. With her head tilted back, her hair flowed long and wavy past the middle of her back. The long line of her throat made me want to place a trail of kisses over her lightly tanned skin. That wasn’t what was holding my attention the most. Her robe had fallen open to reveal a thin cotton sleep shirt that she must have worn when she was twelve. It fell half way down her thighs. She’d apparently filled out considerably since then because the material was stretched tight, and oh-so-sexily, across the expanse of her chest.

Her nipples were hard, diamond points that practically begged for my mouth. If the shuddering of her body had been any indication, I was pretty sure she’d found release that night with only my hands. I could only imagine how she’d fall apart if I put my mouth there.

And that was my breaking point.

I slammed down the glass and wiped the back of my mouth with my forearm. Two steps and I was in front of her, jerking the plastic bottle from her hand. I thrust my legs between her knees and crowded against her. My hands cupped her face and I was kissing her.

I covered her lips with mine and thought I was tasting heaven. She tasted of oranges and light. Her lips parted before I even asked. Tongues collided and I realized hunger ate at her with the same force it ate at me. I growled into her mouth and deepened the kiss. I ran my tongue over her teeth, her tongue again, the roof of her mouth. The longer I kissed her the more I wanted her.

My cock swelled beneath the gym shorts I’d worn for my morning run. That was one of the things I liked best about being here. I could run on a wide expanse of white beach instead of the polluted streets of the city.

But the best thing was Abby.

My father coming into my life had brought her into my life.

My balls were hard and tight and I ached for release. Preferably, inside the pussy I knew was getting wetter and wetter by the minute. I placed my hand between our bodies and discovered that she had on a pair of shorts. They were so short, they might as well be called panties. The advantage over panties? The legs were wide and my hand slid between them and her flesh easily. I found my target.

I groaned into her mouth when the tips of my fingers discovered the swollen lips of her pussy. I knew instantly that she didn’t shave her muff. Hell, she probably didn’t even know she could. My head filled with thoughts of shaving her, then licking her smooth, wet skin. I rubbed my finger along her slit. She was as wet as I thought she’d be.

“You want me don’t you, Abby? You want my cock inside this sweet pussy. You’re so fucking wet I could just... slide… right… in.” I bent her head back and deepened the kiss. As my tongue thrust into her mouth, my soaked fingers found her entrance and I circled it, parting that sweet pink hole. I eased a finger inside. I learned while women did like it rough, they didn’t like it that way with the very first touch. You had to warm up a woman’s body and let it idle a while like a car in the dead of winter.

I barely had my finger inside and was simply circling her opening but I was making her groan as if I’d given her the best orgasm ever. I withdrew and thrust back in a little harder this time. “I can’t wait to fuck this sopping hole, baby. Shove my cock right in. I’ll break you in good.”

I wasn’t acting crude; I was crude. Sex was sweaty and dirty and the sooner a girl realized that, the sooner I could break her inhibitions.

ABBY

My senses were rattling out of control. Only a few nights ago, I’d tasted my stepbrother’s cock. Not only tasted it, but had taken it deep, swallowing it down my throat until he’d come.

A stepbrother who had offered to teach me everything about sex this summer.

In other words, offered to fuck me cross-eyed.

Why, oh, why did good girls fall for bad boys? We always knew that road lead to heartbreak and heartache.

“You’re tight, Abby.” He whispered against my lips. “So fucking tight.”

I thrust toward his hand, moaning when his fingers went deeper inside.

“We’ve got to stop.”

Say what? My mind was fogged. He’d started this and I wanted him to damn well finish it. We hadn’t had an opportunity to be alone the past two days, Horace taking all of us sightseeing along the coast. It had been fun, but not as exciting as being in Cage’s arms.

Cage tugged at my arms and tried to step away. I tightened my hold. He’d promised to show me what all the fuss was about and I didn’t know what was wrong with him showing me right now.

“The parents are coming down the stairs. Unless you want your mother and my father to see you spread open on the counter with my cock in your pussy, you need to let me go.” His words were a deep, angry growl.

“Oh, god.” Hastily, I dropped my arms. Now that he’d broken through my sexual fog, I heard their voices getting closer. “Do you think they heard us?”

“No. If they had, I’m sure I’d be on my ass right now.” He smiled down at me before giving my nose a quick kiss and putting the counter between us.

I sat there, not knowing what I should do. A part of me wanted to get up and run away, as far away from this bad boy as I possibly could. I hadn’t crossed that line yet—the one that divided my life to BC and AC. Before Cage and After Cage. Before and after my heart was broken into a million pieces.

The one that I would cross when I begged him to fuck me raw.

I squeezed my thighs together, trying to keep the tingling feeling he’d aroused so alive. Moisture seeped onto my panties.

“Good morning.” My mother bounced into the kitchen, a smile on her face that I couldn’t help but return. She was always such a happy person. She always told me I got my sometimes grumpy attitude from my father. I really couldn’t remember him. Just a vague impression of a large man. He had passed away when I was four. Mom had been left alone with a toddler and no viable means of support. But my mom was a fighter. She’d picked herself up, enrolled in school, and got her teaching degree.

I watched Cage and his dad as they exchanged good mornings. My life had been so different than his had been. My mother had shared some of the information they’d discovered from the private investigator. She thought I should know in case Cage did come to live with us. In a way I’m glad she did, it explained a lot about his behavior since he’d been here. But, it also prejudiced me against him. In a favorable way that was not helping me keep my attraction to him at bay.

As if he felt my gaze on him, he turned my way. When I smiled, he winked and I turned my attention back to my mother. Her eyebrow rose in question, but I smiled away the wink she’d seen. Surely, such behavior was perfectly normal between siblings.

I was only halfway listening as she asked me what my plans were for the day. I really had no plans except to enjoy the summer. And maybe, just maybe, enjoy my stepbrother.

Now wasn’t that just downright wicked of me?

CAGE

I few days later I was no closer to getting Abby in my bed and my frustration grew by leaps and bounds. It didn’t help that I was horny beyond belief. This had to be the longest stretch I’d gone without pussy in my life. Abby had decided to go clubbing with her friends and I’d decided I needed to go along with her. The bouncer didn’t even bother to check their IDs. I knew Abby was twenty-two, but some of the girls were underage. I’d partied in some serious dives in my time, but this place made my hackles rise. On the outside it was all glitz and glamour. Inside, it was the same as those dives I’d been in. The men were on the hunt for cunt. It made my hackles rise to think she had been going to this place before I got here to protect her.

I watched as Danny ordered another round of drinks for the table. When the waitress looked my way, I shook my head. Two were my limit even when I wasn’t training.

I hated this scene, except when I was on the prowl for pussy. There was too much waste in clubs like this. A drink shouldn’t cost no goddamn fifteen dollars. Not when there were children who went every weekend without a hot meal in their bellies. I should know. I’d been one of them, even after I’d been introduced to the ‘system’.

Don’t let any fucking couple tell you they are fostering children because they love them. They want the fucking money that comes with that child. How could you possibly ‘foster’ a child if that child was one of many you’d taken in? In some homes I’d felt like I was back in the orphanage there were so many children running around.

I’d been stuck in a boys’ group home after I’d found my mother dead on the floor of the rat infested apartment we’d called home. That day she’d been passed out as usual when I’d come home from school. No different, really, than almost every day of my life. I’d left her alone to sleep it off. I’d managed to hide a box of cereal from the last time she’d bought groceries so I had some of that for supper. No milk, just cereal. I rarely got milk anywhere except at school.

I’d gone to my room and pulled out the book I’d hidden under my mattress. No, it wasn’t a
Playboy
or
Penthouse
. I’d been promiscuous but I’d only been ten, remember?

It had been a copy of
A Wrinkle in Time
, the first sci-fi book I remember reading. I’d ‘borrowed’ it from the school library. I had never understood why they didn’t let you check out books to take home. You could only read them while you were in the library. I loved reading, but I couldn’t let anyone know. It would have spoiled the badass reputation I’d had even back then.

When my mother hadn’t moved by the time I’d come out of my room to say goodnight, I’d started to shake, knowing, without really knowing, that she was dead. I’d always felt guilty that I hadn’t felt more in that moment. No sadness, no sorrow. Only an odd sense of relief.

As I nursed my second beer, and last of the night, I watched the interaction between the couples sitting around me. That was my second favorite thing to do in the world—people watch. Yeah, you guessed the first. Fucking was my favorite thing to do.

Like a magnet, my eyes were drawn to Abby. Abigail Snow. Abigail Montgomery. My new stepsister. How the hell had my dad hooked up with her mother? Not that her mother wasn’t a knockout. She had the nice round ass and big tits like her daughter. But she seemed … ordinary. And kind. No bitchy trophy wife characteristics in sight. Not at all how I’d pictured a rich doctor’s wife.

I’d been in the house of my newly discovered father for close to two months. I still hadn’t fully accepted him as my father, and wasn’t sure I ever would. I’d thought myself alone in the world too long to easily form any type of attachment. It helped that we could have been poured from the same mold. Now I knew where I got my height and build. My father stood about six four. He weighed a little less than me, but he wasn’t hitting the gym six days a week. The Doc was still a big man. Like father, like son, I thought, taking another drink.

A soft, sweet tinkle of laughter drew my thoughts away from the past to focus on my present dilemma. My stepsister. A stepsister who had sucked my cock, come from the feel of my fingers on her nipples, and had developed colder feet than a polar bear dancing on a glacier. I was sporting a hard-on for her now. Had been since she’d walked out of that front door and into my life.

I’d considered it—my raging cock—an inconvenience of sorts, knowing if I took my time I’d have her eating out of my hand. I thought it had worked after that morning in the kitchen. It’d thought she was on the downhill slide so to speak. Remembering how easily my finger had slid into her slit made me groan and shift on the barstool. I pulled down the fabric of my jeans trying to make room for my cock that had just gone ballistic.