I smile as she tried to clean up and backtrack the notion of introducing me to her best friend. My eyebrow cocks, and I glare at her outstretched finger. “Still not a pinky man.”
“Back to you and your phone. Dinner with parents. Should I even mention the handsome horse Flash?” She wriggles her pinky, face a full-blown beam. “C’mon, Evan. If you leave me tonight, your pinky gets chopped off,” she grins. “You scared?”
“Scared?” I repeat, as the air fogs between us. The hot water falls like rain behind us. “Here I was confusing myself with your Superman.”
“Superman?” she scoffs, skin dewy and slick to the touch. “How about Batman, or… I’m more of a…”
“Captain America girl?”
Reese’s bottom lip drops. “You sneak!”
I fend off her attempts to hit me. “I’m not a sneak, I saw those diabolical pajamas hanging on the back of your shower door the night I had to drag your ass over here for dinner. But if I ever see you in onesie pajamas, I will be only obliged to take you over my legs and spank that sweet ass.”
With that I kiss her mouth; at first savoring her succulent top lip before biting the bottom one. My dick throbs, having not released since having a taste of her pussy. My hands grab the thickness of Reese's hips and pull her to the edge, allowing my cock to spear the inside of her thigh. Our lips connect.
The addiction is back with a vengeance and I tell myself to concentrate on being the antidote to Reese’s pain as I scoop her up and carry her to the steaming shower.
“Forget getting clean, Evan, I want you inside of me now,” she pleads in my ear to the soundtrack of the rhythmic shower.
I place my stepsister on her own two feet. Streams of water cascade over hardened rosebud nipples, voluptuous hips, and into my secret hiding space on her lovely body. Pouring liquid soap into my hands, I massage it into her silky, wet flesh and spin her around.
“Evan!” She gasps in excitement, begging for a hard fuck.
I pay her no mind, my hands skim over her breasts as I bring that ass back against my cock. No penetration has Reese’s shrill moan, from such a quick movement, transform into a harsh hiss of anger. Damn, her body feels so soft and good. My hand reaches her flat abdomen, catching a good lather there.
With her body leaning into me, I reach over and pour more liquid soap into my hand before continuing the trail over her body. A melodic moan entices me to continue my trail to silky curls, and my thumb softly caresses her tiny bud. Reese arches her back, ready to take this dick. My cock is straining and pulsating. I turn her around, her lips fly to mine. I ease myself inside of her while massaging her breast and kissing her neck. Her back is against the fogged shower glass, the small of her back creating a delicate arch that allows my erection to bless her body even more.
I alternate from passionate to slow and steady strokes. I grip the hair at the nape of Reese’s neck, as she begs for the pain. But pain she doesn’t get.
“Evan, pah… pahlezzzz!” Reese gasps.
“Look, beautiful,” I tell her, as I watch my cock slowly slide in and out of her hollowness. Water streams down her face as she glances down. Her pussy is soaking wet for me, begging me to burst inside of her.
“I-I… Evan, babe, fuck me,” Reese implores, hips bucking against me.
I don’t just want to fuck her. My hand clamps around her throat, squeezing softly. With my chest against hers, my dick is fully enveloped in her sex.
“Please,” she murmurs, head tilted and desiring a taste.
I grant her that. My lips feast off hers, as I love on her body.
My hand finds her nipple and I squeeze hard as her pussy walls contract against my dick. Warm torrents of water flows down on us, and my semen torpedoes into Reese’s body.
Fuck me. If I fall in love with my new stepsister will I get into heaven?
13
Evan
My forearm comes out, fist flexed so the muscle is rock hard as the junkie’s chest slams into it.
Bet he didn't see that coming. Derek Cooper had been running at full speed. He bent the corner, over exerting himself to elude the patrol cops. But now as his body has to react to physics, it slams in the exact opposite direction it once was headed. Derek falls. And his ass doesn't catch him. No. His back hits the ground with a thud, knocking the polluted air out of him.
For a second, Derek is content lying on the gum and graffiti-tagged asphalt. His groan is dazed, eyes closed. But I'm not satisfied. Last night I fucked Reese like I loved her. We laid in each other's arms until three a.m. We’d kissed and chatted about nothing, but it meant all the world to her. We were just preparing to continue our canoodling on the roof, and watch the sunrise. And now, let her tell it, I owe her a fucking pinky finger.
It’s barely six a.m. and here I am, gripping Cooper by his equally tagged up arm. Frustrated to the max, I yank him into standing position.
“Come the fuck on, dude!” Derek's voice is labored. “I've got a lawyer, man, take it easy.”
“You mean the friggen public pretender. C’mon, bro, you have better luck joining the team.”
“You sure about that? I'm no snitch.”
I glance at his mouth; it has a dime-sized perfectly round burn a telltale sign of Cooper’s addiction to meth.
“Well, you’re gonna be a fucking snitch today.” As I slap cuffs on him, a squad car stops right in front of us. The cop is gazing at me in amazement. He’s eager to know just how I caught up to Cooper. Hell, these Armani shoes aren't a fan of running. So I've got a knack for
