Derek was sitting on his bed, Playing his video game. It's Saturday afternoon, I didn't have to go any baseball practice and his best friend was out of town to visit some family. It left me with nothing to do but to listen to my stepsister and her friends playing out in the pool.
I would like to call my girlfriend, but she and I broke up last week, so that is out of the question. At first, our relationship was everything people envy, but I discover she was messing with guy who own a luxury car and find out that they were screwing in our bed.
I was so angry I totally lose it. I jumped into the bedroom and grabbed the dude and started to throwing punch at him. Even I was the winner of the fight, but he and my ex got me threw in jail, and since I was living her during the time. She threw me out of the place, so I found myself back living with my parents until I graduate from college.
I was interrupted by a thump on the window. I got up quickly to find the source of the noise. I opened the window and puck my head out.
"Hey," I screamed, "Watch it out there!"
"OH! We're sorry!"
"We didn't mean to interrupted you"
"I mean we didn't mean mess with you and your video games!" The last voice got me the most. It was my sister, Ashley. When I mean sister, I mean stepsister whose I have been a part of the family for almost 7 years after she was adopted. She always perky to me, and she my little desire.
I remember the first day we met. She was scary and shy, and I didn't blame her. Her parents were good friend with each other. They would have some couple's night out together. There would be always Christmas party and bowling together. I always there to protect from any schoolyard bullies and help her with any homework when our parents were too busy with work. We were inseparable until we got older. Things we have always enjoy fade away when she started to make friends, she starts to act more like them, which was really irk me
She and her friend are down in the pool, talking. She and her friend are all 18 years old and have big plan on leaving college together. I really don't like any of her friends since they always act all snobbish toward me, and since Ashley is friend with them. She started to act that way too.
The problem was I have always feeling for Ashley even before she moved into my home, and she is being in the same house as I isn't really helping me at all. She has grown up well. She was only 18 years old, and she had the body of goddess. She had the face of angel and statuesque figure with big luscious breast and firm ass, which I wish I could squeeze. My heart started to beat like crazy just being her presence. One whiff of perfume, she loves to wear, would drove me crazy.
I would have vivid dreams of her laying on my bed with nothing on, whisking with to come closer to her. I did as she asks and hover over her and lower my face towards her. We finally locked lips with each other. My hand would explore every inch of her body. I would have taste of her nipple to her sweet nectar between her legs.
I went back to the window to watch her, laying out of the pool. My stomach started to bother me. I went downstairs to make myself some lunch. As I enter the kitchen, I discover I wasn't alone. Ashley was stocking her head in the fridge with her ass stocking right out. I couldn't help but to stare her while she is looking for some food. I thought of smack her was getting me so hard.
I could always make a friendly executes, and she wouldn't think twice about it. I walked towards her, and I did my best to not to make a sound. My heart was a jackhammer to my chest as I got closer to her. My hand felt heavy and my mind was racing like crazy as I move it toward her.
Without a single thought, my hand hit her from behind. She instead stood up and turn her face toward me as she glances at my direction.
"Wow!" she yelled, "why did you do that?"
"Well, I wanted you to get out of fridge, so I could get the grape jam."
"You could have asked me instead hitting me like that." She grabbed the jam and shoved it against my chest, which quickly grabbed with both my hands.
"How long are your friends are going to here?"
"I don't see why you are complaining about. Are you planning to have your girlfriend over? Oh right, she cheated on your dumb ass." My eye flushed with anger and coiled my fist.
"I know you are not talking! I hope you don't forget that your useless boyfriend was cheating on you right." Her face was agape as if someone smack with a frying pan.
"I hate you!" she said, and she storm outside to the pool area. I made my sandwich and went back up to my room.
...
"What's eating you?" said Amanda, sipping on her iced tea.
"Just my stupid big brother!" I said, sitting back down on the chair. I couldn't believe how much of asshole Derek was. I had to remind me of my break-up with my boyfriend. It's hard enough that friends and everyone in school remind of it. I shouldn't be surprised that everyone knew about what was going on him. There're stories of him bring his side girl to his place after I left from his house.
I wonder if my friend knew about the rumor and never told me. Maybe my brother was right about them they have changed me to worst, and I have ignored him. I have also avoided my true feeling for him.
I like him before we became step siblings. He was only five years older than me, and he still great brother to have. He never disappointed, and he was always there. I wish we were more than slicing.
I would imagine him to be my boyfriend. He would caress me and kissed me, and he would also to fill me with his dick inside of me.
"Are you alive there?" said the other girl. I was snapped out of my thoughts. I found myself sitting in the chairs and listening to the conversation.
"Hey" I said. "Can I ask you guys something?" Both turned their head and look at me.
"Sure!"
The whole afternoon we didn't speak a word to each other. Those friend of her left and she was in the living room, watching television. I was still in my room, looking up at the ceiling, and the only sound was clash of thunder and rain. I could never understand on why she was still with those girls. An old friend of mine told me that they knew her boyfriend was cheating on her with some girl in another high school.
I wasn't no saint because I had to remind her of the fiasco. Should I have apologized for it? I hate to say it, but I am going to have to be the bigger man here.
I walked out of the bedroom and headed toward her bedroom. I went to knock on the door but didn't get no reply. I went to walk back to my bedroom until I heard the door opened. I turned head to find her with nothing but towel, walking out of the bathroom. She saw me she stood there looking at me. She didn't look like she waited to slap me at all.
"I was going to try to talk you about earlier, but you weren't in your room." I said, "I am sorry about what I said to you that was out of line."
"It was my fault," she said, "you were right those girls knew about what my boyfriend did, and they didn't say nothing to me. I guess I don't have friend anymore."
"You could always guess as blessing in disguise. Those girls had serious stick up them assess."
She laughs as hard as I never heard laugh before. It was good to laugh again even with my jokes. I find themselves glued to opening of her robe. As she was laughing, her breast was juggling as she did. What out me know, she looks at my face. My face was flushed red. I couldn't believe I was caught staring her like that.
I had expected her to cover herself up, but she didn't she was just kept look at me. A flash of lightening stuck and along the power. We find ourselves completely in the dark.
"I'm scared!" she said, as she came closer to me and wrapped her arms around me, feeling her large breast smashed against my chest. She forgot the sight moment that they had together, but I did feel good. I held her a little tighter than before.
Passion was overwhelming my senses. My cock was getting hard, and it was poking her legs. She was aware this completely. I lifted her face toward me and stared into her eyes, and I pressed my lips with her.
She didn't fight at all, she wanted as I did. I slip my tongue inside of her mouth and dance with her tongue as I lower down. I lower my hand and pulled her robe apart, leaving her bare while her robe falls to the floor.
