One Night inside Her
By Destiny Wild
Copyright 2011 Destiny Wild
Smashwords Edition
The events and dialogue presented in this book derive from the author’s own imagination. This work of fiction does not portray characters or incidents from real life situations. Any resemblance to actual occurrences is purely coincidental.
Bedding my Stepbrother
“Sigh, right there. Keep fuckin’ it...”
“Oh, shit babe. Just cum all over my dick...”
“yeah? Show me what you can do with it.”
“Oh my God, I love it when you talk to me like that! I’m gonna....OH MY GOD..”
“OH GOD!”
“Ahh! That’s it baby, keep cummin’ for me and don’t fuckin’ stop! My cock is covered wet with your cum right now...”
I just walked into the house and was greeted by a familiar sound. It’s the moaning, the groaning, the screaming...
I could not hear anything else. Once again, she had brought yet another boy toy into the house simply to fuck him and dump him. What can I say, that’s my sister. Well, my half sis, anyway.
I sighed and went straight into my room. Not that it helped matters, as it happened to be right next to hers.
I watched some TV as loud as I could until they finally came out of her room a short while later. Just as I had suspected, I couldn’t recognize the sound of his voice. He must be her newest acquisition.
“I’ll call you later, k?”
“K baby, love you. I’ll see you later.”
“Love you, too. See ya.”
As Angela shut the door, she overheard the TV volume and came in.
“Yes, Angela, I heard that. I heard it all.”
“Yeah, and? Josh, you have to understand you only have one life to live. I’m heading off to college soon and until I do, you’re going to have to put up with my needs. You know we’ve always been close, this is why I don’t have any issues or act shy around you.”
“Yeah, well... just try to keep it quieter next time, sis.”
“Haha, I will, sexy brother.”
Angela shut the door and walked away to her own room. She was absolutely correct in her statements; we have always been close, as I’ve always been protective of her. I admit I have, in fact, given her some naughty looks in the past. Needless to say, she’s my sister and I have to respect such boundaries.
The problem was, well... she knows about those sneaky looks, and she loves them.
After watching a short movie, I took off my clothes and inevitably fell asleep, as the day had treated me a bit rough and I wasn’t the type to stay up late. Time had inexplicably gone by quick; the ambient light woke me up around 10:15am. I needed this kind of rest, and I’m happy I don’t have to show up for work.
To my surprise, I saw a figure through the corner of my eye. I glanced at it immediately and it turned out to be none other than Angela.
“What the fuck are you doing just standing there?”
“Can’t your little sister watch you sleep?” She giggled as I lay on the bed wearing nothing but my boxers.
“You know, Josh, it’s really sexy to stare while you sleep. Not because of your cuteness or even because of your natural physique, but.....”
“But...?”
“Let’s just say... do ALL men wake up with such a hard-on in the morning?” She kept giggling with evil eyes, as if she wanted something she couldn’t have.
“What? You stood there and just watched my dick twitch all this time??? I’ve always known you’re sick, but God DAMMIT Angela, respect my fuckin’ privacy.”
“Whoa, relax, Romeo! I just came in two minutes ago to get something I had forgotten in this room yesterday. And how was I supposed to know you would wake up so horny?”
“I’m not horny. Well, maybe just a bit, but this morning wood has nothing to do with it. It’s called being a guy. It happens. Girls have their monthly periods and we have our daily hard-ons. It’s as simple as that, sis.”
She laughed and just walked out of the room. I got up, fixed my bed and quickly put on some short shorts.
If she only knew what kind of dream I was having before I woke up...
The smell of a homemade sandwich quickly grabbed my attention. I anxiously brushed my teeth and headed downstairs to satisfy my hunger. There she was, fixing up some breakfast for us both. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only thing I wanted to eat.
She’s always been a bit too comfortable around me. And as much as I’ve tried to avoid her attractiveness, sometimes human nature simply got the best of me. She was leaning toward the fridge wearing nothing but sucks and a blue thong. Her hair was lose and helped cover her thin tank top. It did a great job at exposing her nipples, which were always semi-transparent through her morning clothing. I could feel my hard-on returning, and this time I was wide awake.
Finally, I managed to break out of her spell and sat at the table; she joined me a minute later to eat.
“So, Josh, how’s the girlfriend?”
“The EX-girlfriend, Ashley, happens to have found a brand new man, and I don’t care what she does with her time.”
“Gee, that didn’t take very long now, did it? Either she’s the town’s biggest slut, or she just needs to get fucked a lot, like me.”
“Probably both. Once we broke up two weeks ago, I haven’t seen or heard from her again. I’m okay being alone for the time being. Besides, my ears get plenty of action whenever we’re both around in the house.”
“But your gorgeous cock needs to get laid, Josh, not just those yummy ears of yours. Oh, and I liked the way you put it just now. You know, how you get plenty of action whenever I’m here with you...”
I laughed. “Shut up and eat your stuff. We won’t be typical hillbillies who only know how to fuck each other whether blood-related or not.”
I was lying through my teeth. We had never been physically involved, but my occasional fantasies are more than enough to send me right down to hell. I just hope there’s no God to witness such thoughts, although Angela calls out for him all the time. She enjoyed teasing me constantly, which is why I eventually developed these dirty thoughts about her. I could never tell her about it, though. No matter how slutty she may act, such a confession would create a huge awkward feeling between us. We’re simply too close to ruin what we have.
Angela’s foot clashed with my own under the table; it was her intention to flirt and seduce me the entire time we were eating. She had her reasons for being such a tease. From a young age, my parents always asked, “Who do you love? Me?” as a young kid, I simply said “Yes” to all their questions. They would continue asking the same question and would eventually ask if I loved my sister, who was one year younger at the time of her adoption. Having been so close since those days, I always hugged and told her I loved her, although I obviously had no idea what I was saying. The way my parents saw it was simple: Kids will be kids, and it’s adorable.
My sister, however, never forgot those words.
She grew up acting just like them because she knew it made me blush. As we aged, though, the teasing has gotten increasingly dirtier. Sometimes I wonder if she’s still just playing games anymore. It’s too bad my parents are no longer with us to witness it, having died two years ago in a terrible car accident.
In short, all we have is each other.