I don’t give her an answer because I don’t need to. She’ll suck me off and let me do shit to her whether I answer her questions or not. I grab her drink and slam it. The bitter taste of tequila burns down my throat. It’s no wonder this chick always gets too drunk, offering her ass up to any guy who will take her. “Let’s take a walk,” I say, escorting her away from the crowd and into a more dark, secluded area. The booze isn’t getting my stepsister off my mind, so maybe fucking Trena’s mouth will.
“What do you have in mind?” she asks in a flirtatious tone as if she doesn’t know what’s about to happen. God, some chicks just love cock. I find a nice grassy area and turn to her, pushing down on her shoulders. She goes willingly, as always.
“Why don’t you show me how much you missed me last weekend.”
She glances up at me, her eyelashes fluttering in the moonlight. I stare down at her, inspecting her intense eye makeup and bright blonde hair. The opposite of Cat’s natural beauty and subtle brown curls. Anger shoots through me at the thought of her, and I grab at a chunk of Trena’s hair. “Come on, baby. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
Her eyes light up. “You have?”
No. I’ve been thinking about my stepsister and her tight little cunt. Her poisonous moans and porcelain skin. “Yeah, baby. Now, come on. Make me glad I was.”
She offers me a Cheshire grin and starts unbuckling my belt. When my pants are down, she wraps her fingers around my cock and takes her tongue to the tip. I sigh, leaning my head back. She teases me, her tongue protruding and licking down my shaft. I close my eyes and try to enjoy this, but my mind keeps going back to her. Her fucking lips that felt like silk against mine. Her words that caused me to cross a line I swore I wouldn’t. Fucking with her was one thing, fucking her was another. I wanted to find a way to get back at my dad. Make his new wife’s daughter fuck up to the brink of causing her mother havoc. That was my plan. But she had to taunt me. Lie to me. Throw our stupid teacher in my face. I thrust into Trena’s mouth, my anger continuing to build. She gags, and I grab her neck, forcing myself down her throat.
Stop fucking thinking about her.
I thrust harder and faster, needing a release. The problem is this mouth isn’t the one I want to ruin. This isn’t the hair I want to grab and pull. Come on. Just finish. Harder and harder, I try. Trena gags and chokes, her saliva soaking my fucking jeans. I throw her off me.
“What? What’s wrong?”
I shove myself back into my pants.
“Hunter, are you serious?”
“I’m done. Get up. Go back to the party.” I start to walk away.
“What the fuck!”
“Not interested after all,” I say as I continue to stroll.
“You know what, fuck you!”
Again, not the one I want to fuck, sorry.
I’m drunk as fuck heading into the house. All the lights are off, which is a good sign. The last thing I need is to hear it from Dad. Olivia has caught me a few times but has been kind enough to keep it to herself. She’s too worried about maintaining a happy marriage to tattle on her stepson. One time, when she had a few too many glasses of wine, she opened up about her daughter. I already knew what her naughty little girl did, but the way she spoke of her, she didn’t think too highly. It made me wonder why they had such a jaded relationship. What made Catalina the way she is. I’m no stranger to chicks with daddy issues. This town is filled with them. But to go after her boyfriend—that’s some legit messed up shit.
My curiosity grew with every comment or disparaging remark she made. By the time Cat came to live with us, I was on the edge of my seat to meet her. Break her down. Figure out why she was so fucked up and make her worse.
But then she finally arrived and didn’t even notice me. Just like Dad, she went about her day, not even caring I was there. Not once did she attempt to meet me. And each day that went by, I resented her even more. That’s when I put my plan into place. I was going to get out of here, and she would be the pawn who helped me.
When I walk in, I notice her backpack still by the front door. The little liar tried to play off that she was too busy doing homework to come out for dinner. She’s lucky her mom doesn’t bother to pay attention to her. I should just tell dear old Dad now I banged his stepdaughter. Maybe that would put him over the edge. Maybe I’ll tell my step mommy her daughter has been taking advantage of me at night. Watch her explode. Maybe I should even lie and claim I saw her little girl coming onto my dad. That would do the deed. You want to get out of here. Not burn everyone down to the ground in the process. But maybe I do. Maybe I want everyone else to hurt the way I do. She has nothing to do with what your dad has done. Maybe not. But it doesn’t change the fact that she’s collateral damage.
I stumble up the stairs, barely making it to my bedroom door. I’m tempted to sneak into hers and see if she wants to finish me off. Nothing like a good ol’ blow job before bed. My dick swells at the visual of her lips wrapped around me, my cock filling her mouth. I wrap my hand around myself and hiss. Shutting myself into my room, I fall into bed.
“Naughty little whore,” I whisper as I pull my dick out and start stroking myself. “So eager. So fucking naughty.” I hiss as a drop of precum wets the tip of my dick. I smear it around, offering more friction as I slide up and down, squeezing at the base. “Fucking whore.” Up and down, each stroke feels like heaven. “Beautiful fucking whore.” My stomach muscles suddenly contract, and my cock starts to spasm as my orgasm comes out of nowhere, the warmth of my cum jerking onto my stomach.
I fall back as if all is right in the world and pass the fuck out.
Chapter 11
Catalina
There’s one good outcome to having sex with your stepbrother. Ever since our little mishap, he’s stayed away. Which has been in his favor because if I see him anytime soon, I’m going to kill him.
The downfall is, I can’t hide in my room forever.
Or a second longer because I had to leave for school five minutes ago.
“Cat, I’m not going to yell again. Get to school. If you get suspended, the consequences won’t be pretty.”
“Mom, I told you, I don’t feel good. It must have been something I ate again.”
Mom opens my door and stands there, her arms crossed, the look of disappointment she wears just for me firmly in place. “Sure you did. Just like last time. You’re lucky your brother covered for you.”
“He’s not my brother.”
“He shouldn’t be lying for you. I know when you’ve been drinking. I have plenty of years of experience.”
“Same. Where do you think I got all my talent from?” Her mouth parts. I’m not sure why I said that. Truth hurts, but it was uncalled for. “I didn’t mean—”
“Go to school or find another home to mooch off of.” And then she’s gone. Shit. I roll out of bed and throw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie. My hair goes up in a messy bun, and I grab my backpack. I’m out the door in a matter of minutes, my mom nowhere to be found, which means no ride. “Great,” I grumble, knowing I’ll miss half of first period. In all this chaos, I managed to forget about Mr. Gibson and ditching detention. I sigh in defeat. Maybe I should just give in and flirt back with him and clear my detention record. A small delusional laugh falls off my tongue. Okay, now I’ve officially lost it. Why don’t I just admit I have the hots for my stepbrother too while I’m at it.