Page 11 of My Filthy Stepbrother
"Tell me what you took, Cody." Our eyes lock while I rub the tip of my cock back and forth over her entrance. A swift lick of her lips makes her mouth open for my tongue. I oblige, giving her a sultry kiss that makes me even harder, and pull my mouth away. "Tell me, and don't you dare say those glasses."
"I took her. I took Cody away. I took your sister away because you and I both know we were never siblings."
The admission, the words out loud, obliterating the tension hanging between us, leaves nothing but space between us. It's a space that I close when I slide every inch of my throbbing erection inside of her pussy. We let out a combined sigh of relief, sitting still in the seconds before we move together.
The way she clenches around me, my Cody. She belongs to me, and I need her to feel how she makes me feel. The few hours from her coming back home to this minute with her. I find myself wrapped around her finger, and she doesn't even know it.
For this one woman to have so much power over me makes me drive myself deeper, harder, and faster. The panting of each breath against my ear forces me to pull back to see the look in her eyes. My hands take her by the face, kissing her, before one hand slides down to her neck.
That's when it happens. She moans, mewling as my fingers capture her throat. I feel her nails dig into my back as I pound her pussy and gently squeeze her neck.
"Do it, Dean. Fuck me harder. Grab me. Choke me, Dean." She breathes every word out with a raspy seduction in her tone. "Tighter, like you never want to let me go."
"I never will."
I lose track of time as we fuck over every inch of this office until we finish and clean up. As Cody gets herself together, I take my time to go over the security cameras, checking the outside and inside. In all the time we spend together, there's not a single customer that comes to the door. No one knocks. No one tries toget in. It gives me a clear understanding of why Wesley's trying to downsize.
If the owner of the largest department store in Tamworth is trying to cut back, I need to think about my exit strategy. Clearly, this is not my endgame.
Dad's already at work, leaving us in the house alone. It doesn't take long for us to fall into the same rhythm we found at the store. The same rhythm takes us to my bed where I get to worship every inch of her delicate frame. Her beautiful silhouette, all night long until sleep claims us.
Multiple rounds of sex have a funny way of draining every ounce of energy, and liquid, from the body. It carries the same lulling energy as swimming in the sun, and when I turn to my side, Cody … I want to bask in the sexual energy between us.
"Don't be weird, Dean," she says with her eyes still closed and the sun a few hours away from starting a new day.
"Good morning," I tell her, moving a sliver of hair out of her face.
Cody cracks one eye open, reaching up to run her fingers through my hair as it falls around my shoulders. She whispers with a smile, "You've been staring at me. I can feel your eyes groping me."
My hand snakes a path down her body from her supple tits, perfectly perky nipples, and down to her pussy, and slips a digit inside of her walls. After burying my mouth into that perfect little crook of her neck, I talk to her between kisses. "What you feel is my hand. More specifically, my finger calling this beautiful pussy of yours to come all over it."
My fingers pick up speed. Cody moans with the pending climax. Her words evade her as pleasure takes over.
"That's right. Come for me, Cody. Come all over me," I command and she does as she's told.
Wet, prime, and ready, she parts her legs to give me room to move on top of her and then inside her. Our breaths, our bodies, our movements come together with orgasmic bliss. It's like a bubble trapping us in ecstasy.
We lose ourselves in the morning hours when the phantom noises of the house don't faze me. That is until I hear the footsteps coming too soon to stop what we're doing.
Fuck.
"What's wrong?" Cody asks.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Miss Ellie's voice slices through the morning air like a foghorn.
"What the fuck? Mom, get out," Cody shouts from under me.
"Joe, our daughter is in bed with our son," she spits each syllable out with disgust.
I can't let her make Cody feel bad about this. I pull out of her and put a pair of boxers on, telling our parents, "No. His son is in bed with your daughter. There’s a difference."
"Don't split hairs, Dean," Dad hisses. "What the hell is going on?"
"What's going on," Cody interjects with sarcasm etching every word, "is that you're both going to leave. Leave this room and wait for Dean and me to put some clothes on. We'll meet you downstairs in a few minutes."
"If you think you can just breeze into town and destroy your brother's life—" Ellie says with such anger in her tone.
I have to stop her and speak up. "I am not her brother and she is not my sister as you two aren't even married."
