Kim Vs. Stepbrother

Perhaps feeling my body starting to go frail, he lowers us both over the bed. He goes to his knees, my legs still wrapped around his back, and then leans forward, laying my back on the mattress. With one hand behind my neck, he yanks on my hair, forcing my head back. His lips go to my neck, and he bites me there, pulling at my skin with his teeth.

He starts to move again, and this time I’m not sure I can take it His cock is working furiously, ravaging my insides as if that is its ultimate purpose. I feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate him, almost as if his cock is even harder than before. He slides it up in me to the hilt, his thick glans pressed tight against my innermost spot. Thrusting with short and precise movements, he drives me to the edge again.

“Come, babe” he says, pulling his lips out from my neck. “Come...”

His words are like a spell and I come on command, my body trembling as if I’m having a seizure. In a sense, I am: a seizure of pure lust and pleasure.

I claw at his back, my fingernails driving deep into his flesh as I mouth a silent scream. My hands against his powerful muscles, I feel them becoming as hard as steel, sweat running down his back. I do one final effort and buck my hips at him, matching his maddening rhythm.

His cock starts to pulse inside of me and, reacting unconsciously, I lock him in place as if my legs are a vice. In an instant, his cock starts to shoot, his warm cum filling me up. I run my fingernails across his back as he comes, tightening my pussy around his shaft. His warm semen

fills me up to the brim, and then starts to drip down his shaft and my inner thighs.

Slowly pulling his cock, he slides back out easily, his cum and my juices blending into one another. I moan lewdly as I feel his shaft rolling back over my folds and, looking down at his glistening cock, I can’t help but sit back up and lean forward. I open my mouth and let his drenched tip rest against my tongue - I wrap my lips around it and suck him dry, pulling all his semen inside my mouth as his cock slides out.

I throw him a smile, fully aware that drops of cum are making my lips glisten. He grins at me and, with one hand on my chest, forces me back to the mattress. I go willingly, allowing him to place his hands on my knees and part my legs wide. I close my eyes as he buries his face between my thighs, his mouth pressed tight against my pussy once more. Sucking on my folds, he laps at me with his tongue, scooping up his own cum. I place my hands on his head, running them through his hair as he licks me dry: when he’s done with my pussy, he runs his tongue over my inner thighs, cleaning every single drop of semen from my skin.

Then, he grabs my hand and makes me sit up. Our eyes lock and we lean forward into one other, our cum coated lips touching. I let the whole world fade out as we kiss, realizing how lucky I am.

I’ve found my perfect man and, even though our romance should be a forbidden one, our family and friends support us. But that really isn’t the most important thing, no - Cody changed for me. He could have done it anytime he wanted, he could have become the perfect man whenever…

But he did it for me.

So this is real love, huh?

19

Epilogue

“Can you guys stop that? I’m going to throw up if you keep acting like that,” Lisa cries out in fake exasperation, throwing her arms up in the air as Cody grabs a thin slice of salmon with his chopsticks and gives it to me. No, we’re not that kind of couple; we’re just doing it to annoy the hell out of Lisa. And it’s working.

“They’re in that phase, Lisa, I guess there’s nothing we can do but put up with it,” Ashley shrugs, but from where I’m sitting I can see that she’s holding Lucien’s hand under the table.

Lisa doesn’t really seem to care, though; she doesn’t mind being single, or at least that’s what she says. Despite being between two couples, she acts naturally... and we do the same.

It’s funny how things change; a few weeks ago I was the one sitting by myself right among couples. My friends were all finding their way to the billionaires and princes of the world, and all I had at home waiting for me was a giant pile of unfinished legal memos to go through. Where was my billionaire slash prince slash vampire slash dragon?

I never realized that what I was looking for the whole time was closer than I could've ever imagined. It’s always like that, isn’t it? We go on this quest for something elusive—love, money, happiness—and then we realize that what we really needed was right on our doorstep.

“Ah, love, so fucking annoying,” Lisa sighs loudly, and goes for the sashimi once more, maneuvering her chopsticks more expertly than I’ll ever be able to do. That’s the reason behind my hatred for sushi; I actually like the food, but I just end up stabbing the raw slices of fish with the pointy end of my stick.

“You know… You girls are ruining the New York market. All the good men are gone,” she sighs, cleaning out the sashimi plate so fast I don’t even have the chance to try it. “Besides, everyone here is too crazy for me.”

“So what are you going to do? Don’t tell me you’re going to Europe looking for a Prince?” Ashley teases her, and Lisa frowns and purses her lips, pretending she’s annoyed.

“Nothing so drastic,” she finally responds, an easy smile blossoming in her face. “I’m going back to the Hamptons.”

“The Hamptons?” Cody cuts in, leaning against his seat and grinning. “You know I’m not there anymore, right, Lisa? Ouch!” I punch his arm fast, and he just leans into me and kisses me.

He’s teasing Lisa and I about what happened in Alicia’s engagement party; they were flirting before I jumped in and got Cody out of there. No hard feelings, of course. Lisa and I have been friends for years, and she had no idea about what was happening between Cody and I at the time. And, to be honest, the fact that they were flirting was one of the things pushing me toward Cody. So, in the end, I just have to thank her.

“Very funny, Cody,” Lisa shoots back at him, but her cheeks flush as she says it. Then, without even a breath to recompose herself, she continues: “Yeah, New York guys are too crazy for me. Maybe I’ll find an Island man. Someone to sing me ballads and cook dinner for me. Maybe take me to the fair and win one of those giant stuffed bears for me. That’d be nice.”

“Yeah, like that’s what you’re looking for,” I tell her, rolling my eyes in their orbits. I doubt Lisa cares about a man who knows how to sing his way through Rod Stewart's best hits and can cook pasta; she’s more of the bad boy type, if you know what I mean.

Of course, there’s a reason bad boys are called… well, bad boys. They’re bad. But, oh, they’re so much fun! I guess that she’ll eventually find her bad boy, but she’ll also have to take her rosy sunglasses and face reality.

I was in that same position not to long ago. You see all your friends getting these amazing rich boyfriends, and you think their story is like something out a storybook fairy tale. Only when you go down that path do you realize that the road to love and happiness is one full of bends and turns, twists and precipices. But if you remain calm and keep a steady hand, taking one step at a time, you might just reach the end of the road.