Page 4 of My Filthy Stepbrother
By the time I get her to agree, and hopefully stay at Dad's, I know I'm going to be late for work. However, it's worth it because I want to pick up where we left off those years ago. The change between us is something I refuse to ignore because she's not a sister to me. Cody is so much more.
There's a sharpness to her wit, an edginess to the way she approaches life, and a soft beauty she likes to tuck away. I want her, and it doesn't matter that our parents have been married for the past decade. It's completely selfish of me, but I'm okay with their divorce. It takes the awkwardness out of me pursuing my heart's desires.
Truthfully, our parents were convenient for one another rather than in love. Cody needed a father figure, and my dad insisted I have a mother. My mother's not dead, just not interested in motherhood. However, Miss Ellie, Dakota's mom, is the sweetest thing walking most of the time.
My father's decision to end his marriage has been a long time coming, and it's not surprising to me at all. However, the shock in Cody's eyes tells me it's a blow to her. My mind continues to flash between our last night together and her standing in front of me now.
The fullness of her breasts hides behind a denim jacket, peeking from behind a form-fitting tank top. The loose gray sweatpants slinking off her slender waist give my eyes a line to follow. A line leading my imagination on a journey that ends between her thighs, that ends with my tongue, and so much more leaving their marks of discovery. I leave her standing outside the house and head into town for my shift.
Fantasies overwhelm me as the day drags on, watching various monitors from camera angles around the most popular department store in Tamworth. I thought becoming a security guard would save me from the mundane life of suburbia. Yet, the biggest crime to ever come inside Flannigan's is an expired coupon.
There are times when I dream about taking my talents and starting my own firm. There may not be much work in Tamworth, but we're close enough to DC where I can scrounge up a few clients. Yet, all of the possibilities come crashing to a halt when thoughts of my father pop into my head.
Despite the opportunity his divorce presents, there's a part of me that won't ignore how old he's getting. The double shifts come one after another because soon he won't be able to work any. I might have to stay put to make sure he's okay, which leaves me to put my dreams on the back burner. However, seeing Cody reignites that passionate dream once more.
I want to give her more than just being an inventory preservationist.Every time I hear the job title, it makes me laugh. Flannigan's idea of being competitive in the job market means fancying up terms for basic positions. Regardless of their efforts, the idea of mediocrity carrying me into retirement doesn't sit well. There aren't enough excuses to stop me from pursuing my dreams.
Now, my dinner with Cody has me anxious because I want to tell her things she can look forward to if she chooses to be with me. This is definitely pulling the horse before the cart, but there's something about our connection that only seems to grow stronger whenever we get together.
Even as I clock out, my heart races with the anticipation of seeing her. There are so many things I want to know and a ton of things I want to tell her. The closeness we used to have as teenagers stems from me wanting her and wanting to be around her. But with our parents, there were a million chances for us to cross paths in Tamworth, but the single chance occurred the day they told us they'd eloped.
My heart drums hard enough to hurt like the first day we met every time I see her, and now that she's back, there's no way I'm letting this go. I have to know if she feels the same. So I'll rush to get out of here, out of Flannigan's to rush to my father's house where I hope Cody is waiting for me.
Thankfully, her car is still out front from our moment earlier this afternoon. I wonder if it's moved, but seeing the empty back seat tells me she's probably spent the day moving her things into her old room.
My eyes drift from the beat-up decade-plus-old car to the light from her second-floor bedroom window, beaming into theevening night. The sound of crickets chirping barely masks the heaviness of my footsteps. There's hesitation dragging me back because I'm not sure what the outcome's going to be when I tell Cody how I feel.
My dad's truck isn't in the driveway as I twist the knob to go inside the home I grew up in and potentially met the love of my life. There's a huge sack of laundry by the front door, leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs.
"Cody?" I call out to her. "Your bag's not a great replacement for that rickety bottom step."
"Sorry," she calls back and bounds toward the top of the steps in nothing but a tank top and loose shorts. My cock twitches at the sight as she points toward the bag. "Can you haul that up here? I've been trying to get myself together and thought I had more time before you got off work."
Without another word, I squat down to lift the bag over my shoulder and onto my back. Every step creaks under my feet until I reach the second-floor landing. Music blares from the bedroom beside the one I'm staying in as I lug the bag inside to see clothes all over the place.
Her body sways from side to side, with a hint of her ass cheeks peeking out the bottom of her shorts. Her smile is one I miss seeing as she rushes through her words. "I promise to be ready in like 15 minutes, Dean. Or wait, maybe 30? I already took a shower, just gotta find some clean clothes."
She takes a look at herself in the mirror hanging off the back of her closet door. I let the bag drop to the ground. I have to stop myself from taking Cody into my arms. Instead, I let my urges take over.
If there's a way for us to stay in tonight, I'm going to make sure that we do. "How about I just order us some pizza? There's some beer in the fridge, and we can relax until Dad gets home."
"He's not coming home," she says, holding up a piece of fabric that could be a dress or a sock.
"Why?"
"I spoke to him earlier. He said he's pulling a double at the plant. He even sent me money to order that pizza you just spoke about. Just like old times, right?" She giggles and continues to sort the surrounding piles of clothes.
"Pizza it is then. I'm going to hop in the shower, and I'll meet you downstairs." I give her a wink and head to my room, where it doesn't take long for me to get myself out of my work clothes.
The shower flies by, mostly because I don't want to stay in it too long. The idea of Cody in those loose cotton shorts tempts me to jerk off, but I don't want to release that tension down the shower drain. The only way I want to get off is by burying myself deep inside of her until she creams all over my cock.
I head downstairs just in time for the pizza to arrive and for Cody to place a few packs of beer on the countertop. She cracks one bottle open and takes it to the head. I find myself licking my lips while I watch her gulp down one swallow after another. A low soothing breath pushes through my lips as I go in for a slice.
"So, what brings you back to Tamworth, Cody?"
"The short answer?" She raises an eyebrow and sits her beer on the butcher block counter behind her. "I'm unemployed."
"Do you plan on staying or are you out of here on the first thing smoking?"
