Kim Vs. Stepbrother

“Sure!” I reply happily, thinking that we’ll probably be able to finish what we started in New York. Time to get laid, Kim. “When?”

“Four? At the Elephant Bar?”

“Sounds perfect! I’ll be there,” I tell him, probably more excited than I should be. I mean, I still haven’t come down completely from the orgasm I gave myself a few minutes ago, and Cody didn’t help either.

No, I’m not going to start talking about how handsome he looked, or how I noticed the contour of his cock pushing against his jeans. And I sure as hell won’t start babbling about I became even wetter when our eyes met and I still had one finger inside of me. He’s my stepbrother, so I won’t talk about any of that stuff.

I look at the watch on my wrist, and it’s already three ‘clock. I have to hurry if I want to make it to the bar in time. Although it won’t hurt if I get there a bit late, keep ‘em waitin’, Alicia always says. Worked out for her.

Undressing, I throw all my clothes on top of the bed and then step inside my private bathroom. I hop into the shower, do it as fast as I can without getting my hair wet, and then wrap myself in a cotton towel.

Let’s see, what should I wear? Something sexy? Mm. I take a blue sundress out of my bags, and then pick a thong and a matching lace bra. The dress isn’t that provocative, but it really compliments my curves, and it’s low cut enough to cause an impression. Besides, John seemed pretty eager last time, so I guess he doesn’t need much convincing.

Thing is, I wasn’t expecting Cody to be around. If I had the house all to myself, I could just bring John over, but now that Cody’s here… No, I can’t think like that. If I want to bring John here, I’ll do it, whether Cody likes it or not. He’s not my boss, and I don’t ca

re what he thinks.

I put on my makeup, take a spin in front of the full body mirror, and voilá, I’m ready to go.

I go down the stairs and I’m ready to leave when I notice something out of the corner of my eyes. Cody’s laying by the pool, his hands folded behind his head and… My God. What does he do for a living? Bench press the freaking world?

I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone as ripped as him. And he’s not like one of these huge freaks; no, he’s perfectly symmetrical and balanced, almost like a marble sculpture from the Renaissance. Golden ratio my ass; you can call it the Cody ratio.

The lines between his abs are carved deep, and his chest seems strong enough for him to bench press the whole house without breaking a sweat. His arms are ropes of muscle, and there doesn’t seem to be one ounce of fat on his body.

My eyes keep wandering down to his swimming shorts, and I find myself biting my lip as I notice the bulge in his crotch. And I don’t think he’s even hard. How big is he, ten inches? Or -gulp- is he even bigger?

I wonder what it’d be like to have something as big as his cock inside my mouth. Would it even fit? I don’t even want to start considering how it’d be to have him in my pussy. He’d stretch me so wide I doubt I’d be able to walk for a whole week. I can already imagine myself rolling around in a wheelchair, telling people I was run over by a twelve-inch cock.

What am I even doing here, staring at him? Now who’s being the creep? Okay, move, my brain commands my body, but my legs refuse to obey. I’m stuck to the floor, my eyes as wide as plates as I look at the perfect specimen lying by the pool.

“You know I can see you, right?” he shouts at me from outside, that arrogant grin of his adding an edge to his words.

Crap! Why does he always catch me in the most embarrassing situations? Blood rushes to my face and I open my mouth to respond, but I don’t find the words. My brain is still busy trying to process how hot he looks.

God, what’s happening to me?

6

Cody

Someone’s enjoying the show.

Kim came down the stairs and froze like a deer in headlights the moment she saw me by the pool. She seems like she’s in a fucking trance or something, but can you blame her? She probably doesn’t have the chance to see a guy like me every day. I don’t want to brag, but my body is like a fine piece of art.

You know the best part about all of this? She thinks I can’t see her since I’m not turned toward her. What she doesn’t know is that the living room door, the one that leads to the pool, is wide open... and I can see her reflection in the glass panels.

And, fuck, she looks stunning in that blue dress. There’s a hint of cleavage showing, and the round swells of her tits seem like they’re calling my name. And look at those legs… I just want to run my hands up them and find out what’s under her dress.

Is she wet right now? Yeah, judging by the way she’s looking at me, I’d say she’s definitely wet. And that’s a bit… I don’t know, she’s my stepsister. Knowing that she’s wet makes me feel… I should say weirded out but, to be honest, I’m not weirded out at all.

“You know I can see you, right?” I shout at her, placing my cupped hands around my mouth. She jumps up the moment she hears my voice, and I sit up on the pool recliner so that I can look straight at her.

That’s when I realize I’m already hard. And with shorts like the ones I’m wearing now, it seems like I’m packing a baseball bat underneath them. So much for concealed carry. Funny, right? I was wondering if it wasn’t weird for her to be wet, and here I am sporting a hard on as big as a lighthouse.

If I had realized how hard I am, I probably wouldn’t have said a thing. But now she knows she can’t bolt after I caught her staring at me, so she walks out of the house and starts walking in my direction. Nearing the pool, she stops just a few feet away from me.

“I wasn’t…” she starts, stammering. Then her eyes find my cock and she looks like she’s about to choke. Fuck, not much I can do, is there? It’s not like I can will my cock into submission. My twelve-inches don’t always obey me, you know? My cock’s a wild beast.