Second Chance Stepbrother(16)
I drop my napkin onto the table and inhale hard, force a wide smile and nod in response to Dad and Susan both asking if I’m okay, frowning with concern. And all the while, I can feel Josh’s fingers inside me, stroking every last inch of pleasure from me.
When he finally pulls them out, they come away in a rush, my pussy soaked now with lust.
I glare sideways at him as he casually wipes his fingers on his napkin under the table, then picks up his fork and helps himself to another serving of eggs.
It’s going to be a long, long summer.
5
A week after we finally started caving in to this addiction, Dad and Susan decide they want to host a party for the neighborhood. We don’t have too many neighbors, strictly speaking, but if you count all the cabins in this neck of the woods, you wind up with a pretty decent population. About 20 families all told, some of them with kids in tow, so that makes for an even larger get-together.
Dad is cooking, Susan playing hostess, and I surprise myself by even recognizing some of the older couples. The neighbors I used to run into at the corner store or exploring the neighborhood with Josh.
Mr. Johnson is there too, and he smiles and greets Josh and me by name. He’s the only one who doesn’t make some awkward comment.
“Look how grown up you two are! And my, didn’t you both turn out handsome and lovely,” one of the neighbors I recognized, Mrs. Hamilton, points out. She even goes so far as to pinch Josh’s cheeks. “What a sweet thing, your parents getting together. You make a lovely family.”
At that point, I have to excuse myself. I mumble an excuse about checking on Dad, but when I stumble past the fringes of the party, I skip right past the barbecue grill and keep on going.
I make it about halfway up the path on the far side of the lake, into the woods, when I hear footsteps behind me, jogging to catch up.
“You okay?”
I hesitate. Turn around to find Josh following me.
“I’m fine. Just a little weird seeing so many people, with… With our parents…” I gesture in the direction of the party.
He casts a glance over his shoulder too, nodding. I know he understands the feeling. What it’s like to be seen as family, as siblings. “I gotta admit, it’s pretty strange.” When he turns back around to face me though, he’s smirking. “Sis.”
I punch his shoulder. “Don’t you dare.”
“What’s the matter?” He lifts his eyebrows, wiggles them. “Don’t like me reminding you that you’re my little step-sister?” He steps closer, lowers his voice. “Is that because you’re still thinking about the way my cock felt in your mouth last night?”
My cheeks flare, red-hot. I glance over his shoulder too, instinctive. Making sure there’s no one close enough to hear, or to see how close we’re standing, or the way his hand drifts toward mine. Trails up my arm, from my wrist to the crook of my elbow, up over my bicep, until he’s cupping my cheek, and I’m leaning toward him, helpless against this pull between us.
Luckily, there’s nobody else in sight. But we’re still visible, the party going full force in the distance.
As if reading my mind, Josh catches my hand and tugs me after him, jogging up the path deeper into the forest. We walk until we’re well out of sight of the cabin, the yard, the party. Or anyone else, for that matter. We’re the only people in the world, and that’s just the way we like it.
Josh’s lips collide with mine, desperate and hot. I run my hands through his hair, and he pulls mine a little, crushing me against him.
But he’s right. I can’t stop thinking about last night, about the taste of his cock. He pulled me up to kiss him before I could get him to his climax, because he wanted to fuck me—and don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t protesting. But now, with the fresh adrenaline of his kiss pumping through me, I want a do-over. I want to lick and suck his cock, want to take him as deep into my mouth as I can, and make him lose control the way he’s so good at making me lose it.
I break away from our kiss to catch his earlobe between my teeth instead. I bite down gently, just enough so he feels it, and grin as he shivers visibly. I keep going, nipping at his neck, the spot where his neck meets his shoulder, and I only pause to pull his shirt over his head. Toss it aside, and then run my lips down his pecs. I flick his nipple with my tongue, and he laughs a little, though his hands tighten in my hair. Especially when I keep going, farther down, licking his abs, biting gently at his hip.
He sucks in a breath of air between his teeth. “Paulina…”
I glance up at him as I drop to my knees before him. “I want to taste you, Josh.” I undo his jeans, tug them.
“You’re insatiable,” he says, but he’s grinning. I can see already the bulge in his jeans, straining against the fabric. I pull them down, let them drop to his ankles, and trace my hand over that bulge with only his boxers in my way now. He’s still growing harder under my fingertips, his cock tense and thickening with lust. But I keep my eyes on his for now, enjoying the way they darken, focus on me with an intensity that I’ve never seen anywhere else before.
“What can I say? You make me thirsty.” I smirk, and with that, tug his boxers down to fall after his jeans.
His cock springs free in all its glory. He’s hard as a rock now, thick and flushed from desire. His cock curves slightly upward, his tip glistening with a single drop of precum. I lean in, quick as a flash, and lick that first. As usual, he tastes amazing, better than I’d ever imagined a man could taste. He tastes just like he smells, salty and heady, a scent and flavor that goes straight to my animal brain. It makes me want more.