I’m not used to the house being so empty. I usually come here with my mother when she wants to escape the suffocating New York hustle and bustle, so I’ve never been all by myself in here. Still, it’s a good thing, right? I can relax, enjoy myself, and that guy from Stone Rose might even show up… I sure as hell need to get laid. If I keep up like this, rust will start growing between my thighs.
God knows I need some time off from work too; since I’ve started working under Mayor Michael Anders, I barely have any time left to breath, let alone for men. Sure, graduating top of the class and getting an important job straight out of college is all fine and dandy, but being an ambitious girl isn’t easy.
Already at the Hamptons, can’t wait to see you! I type into my cellphone, and then fire off the message to Alicia. She’s probably too busy right now to hang out with me, organizing a wedding like hers can't be easy, even though she has three wedding planners working for her around the clock. I guess that getting married to a billionaire means that a small ceremony just for family and close friends is out of the equation.
A billionaire, can you imagine it? That stuff is like something straight out of a book… Maybe something from Alexis Angel. I wish I was in one of her books; at least I’d get laid. Which reminds me...
I pull up Facebook in my cellphone, and go straight to the Dirty Lil’ Angels group. Swear to God, joining this group was the best thing I did in months. It takes the edge off my loneliness, you know? I just scroll down and down, taking in all that man candy, and soon enough my real life troubles just seem small and unimportant.
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Which is what’s happening right now. I soak in all the pictures of the sexiest men the world has ever known, and I realize that I’m holding my breath. My pussy is dripping, and I know I’ll have to take a shower after this. Just to cool off, you know? But first…
I lay back on the couch and, holding the phone in one hand, I start sliding the other one down my chest. My fingers start going over the front of my short skirt when I stop; should I be doing this in the living room? What if anyone shows up? Screw it, I think as I hike my skirt up and place my hand right between my thighs. My mother and Joseph are still in New York busy with work, and my idiot stepbrother is probably in some seedy Manhattan nightclub banging his way through a crowd of women. Well, at least someone’s getting laid in this family.
Cody… You know, if he wasn’t my stepbrother—and, really, a complete asshole—I’d actually love to get to know him better. And by that I mean I’d like to see what he’s hiding under his pants. If the rumors are true, Cody’s a freak of nature. And that’s what I need right now—a man with a monstrous cock and enough appetite to take me to the moon and back.
I press my hand over my pussy, flicking my thong to the side, and Cody’s image seems to dance in my mind. I’ve only seen him once, at my mother’s wedding, but he was really something to behold. I wonder what it’d be like to—okay, I need to stop right now. He’s my stepbrother!
I make an effort to push Cody out of my mind and then I start rubbing my clit. I squirm and chomp on my lower lip as a ball of pleasure starts growing inside of me, and I being going faster and faster. My eyes are glued to the screen of my cell phone and I keep scrolling down with my thumb, imagining how it’d be like to be taken by a big, strong man. To be fucked over and over again until I just pass out from exhaustion.
I let the cell phone slip from my fingers to the floor and I close my eyes, arching my back as I slide one finger deep inside my pussy. I’m close, so close… In my mind’s eye there’s a fat cock deep inside of me right now, and it’s sliding in and out so fast that I can’t even think straight.
“Uhgg,” I groan as my pussy clenches around my finger, a wave of pleasure crashing against me. My back is arched tight, and I’m hissing through my gritted teeth, riding the crest of a delicious orgasm.
I finally collapse back down on the couch, breathing hard, and that’s when I hear him.
“Well, hello there, ‘sis,” Cody says, leaning against the door. His sunglasses are down on his nose, and he’s looking at me over their rim, a grin on his lips.
Fuck.
Cody
Now I’m really glad I came to the Hamptons.
I was reaching for the key in my pocket when I noticed that the door wasn’t locked. Which is odd, but I didn’t really care; I thought it was just a caretaker or a maid keeping the place in mint condition while no one's around.
I was about to walk to the living room, my backpack on one shoulder, but I stopped dead in my tracks the moment I noticed what was right in front of me. Kim, lying on the couch with her back arched and one finger deep inside her pussy.
My stepsister, masturbating. What the fuck? I had no fucking clue she was even in the Hamptons.
I’m standing a few feet away from her like a complete tool, my mouth hanging open as I watch her squirm in ecstasy, the sound of her sweet moan reaching my ears and making my cock twitch.
Fuck, this is quite a sight. I know I should look away, but I just can’t. This is like leaving a steak in a lion’s den and asking him not to devour it.
My cock goes from twitching to standing up like a tent pole, and I have to crush the urge to just pull it out and start jerking off as I look at her. I remembered her as beautiful, but this is way too fucking much…
She really has it all—intelligence, ambition, and a body worth crying for. My eyes roam over her bare thighs, and my head starts spinning. I could just walk up to her and help her out, you know? Turn whatever she’s fantasizing about into a reality.
I don’t do that; I might be a fuckup, but at least I’m an honorable fuckup.
“Well, hello there, ‘sis,” I say out loud, and she jumps up as if I’m pointing a loaded shotgun at her. Well, I am—a twelve-inch shotgun.
“Cody?” she cries out, pushing her shirt down as her face turns red. She goes up to her feet, and my eyes go straight for the round swells of her tits. They seem like something made to order for my hands.
“That’s my name. You remember it,” I grin, putting my backpack down on the floor and closing the door behind me. “Dad told me you were smart, and now I see why.”
Rolling her eyes in their orbits, she places her hands on her hips and stares me down. Her face is still flushed from embarrassment, but that’s quickly turning into exasperation. Did she think she’d have the house all to herself? Tough luck, ‘sis.