That’s another thing; she can fuck. She doesn’t just lay there making fuck-me noises like some, she actually gets into it, which always makes me want to cum too soon. Like now! We’d only been at it for about ten minutes, and already I was ready to offload inside her.
Tonight in my haste, I’d forgotten to grab a condom, so I was fucking my eighteen-year-old lover raw. Even that made my cock harder, and it wasn’t long before I was cumming inside her, deep inside her, as she whispered how much she loved me in my ear.
Tyler
As she laid in my arms in the dark after the last time I stupidly came inside her, my mind went back to how this all began. I can still remember it like it was yesterday, the moment I realized that she felt something more for me than just ‘sisterly’ love.
She blew into my life a little over a year ago. The daughter of the woman my father had married after being divorced for almost ten years. As far as I was concerned, we were just two teens who’d been thrown together by our parents getting together.
I liked her fine, she was funny and cute, which is all I’d allowed myself to see her as since she was technically my sister. It wasn’t that I didn’t find her attractive, I just never allowed myself to look, following some code in my head that said she was off limits.
So though I acknowledged her attributes, I respected my dad enough not to play those games with the daughter of the woman he’d married. And in the beginning, things were fine; we were both plodding along trying to find our way in the new relationship we’d found ourselves in. And then one- day shit just changed on a dime.
It started out with her suddenly being really mad at me out of the blue, with me having no idea why. At the time, all I thought was that sisters sure are a special pain in the ass.
It had been almost a year since we’d known each other. Her mom, Justine, married my dad when I was seventeen and Lora sixteen going on seventeen. I didn’t think much about it at first, having a sister after being an only child my whole life. But dad was happy, and that’s what mattered most to me.
I was busy with school and football in the last couple of years, and we never really got to do the things we’d done together in the past just the two of us, so it was good that he had someone. Plus, he now had the daughter he’d always wanted. Life was pretty routine. I liked Justine fine, and there was no real hassle blending the family.
Lora was a cool kid, quickly becoming one of the popular kids in school, and I didn’t have to worry about helping her fit in after those first few months. The only problem we had was keeping the boys off her ass, which only took me having one conversation about what would happen if they fucked with her in any way that was not appropriate. It was a bit of a double standard as some of them had pointed out, seeing as how I’d boned a few of their sisters, but hey. It is what it is.
We’d been cruising along very well since the wedding and all of us moving in together, after the initial adjustment, but lately, I’d started noticing a bit of a change. She’d become more surly and short-tempered with me, though I noticed she treated everyone else the same as before. When I’d ask her what her problem was, she’d just glower, mumble something under her breath, and disappear.
I’d been racking my brain for weeks trying to figure out what I’d done wrong, but nothing came to mind. There hadn’t been any major change in our relationship; we hadn’t had a falling out of any kind, so her new attitude made no sense to me. In the end, I decided that maybe it was just female hormones.
But that final day, the day it all started to make sense, I remember driving her home from school as I always did. Once again, she was irritable and withdrawn on the ride, giving me one-word answers and staring out the window instead of looking at me. I kinda missed the sweet-natured girl that dad had brought home with her mother, but she was fast getting on my damn nerves with her shit.
I bit my tongue as I watched her get out of my ride and slammed the door. I gritted my teeth and held myself in check. I remember thinking that she needed a good spanking to calm her little ass down, and if she kept this shit up, I’d be the one to do it.