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  “So, sunshine, is there a computer around here I can use?” I’d already discovered Abby wasn’t a morning person. It was easy to guess since she rarely tumbled out of her bed before noon. Crabby didn’t even begin to describe her mood in the morning either. I don’t know if she was usually like this, but she’d taken on the role of rich little bitch in the morning like a duck takes to water.

  When she didn’t answer, I asked, “Would you like some coffee?”

  Sounded like something a concerned stepbrother might ask, right? That was not the case by a long shot, because Abby hated the smell of coffee.

  She barely managed to swallow down some orange juice most mornings. I’d quickly learned not to offer her anything. Unless, of course, my aim was to piss her off. Which was exactly what I planned on doing this morning. She’d ignored me every evening except the very first one when she’d been forced to entertain me before the parents had come home.

  I wanted her to entertain me in an entirely different way.

  My summer project was to fuck my stepsister.

  “So, is there a computer around here I can use?” I hadn’t checked my email in a day or two and I’d run out of minutes for my phone. I’d only gotten the phone and set up an email account because Frank had insisted. He said he needed to contact me because of fight times and such. Sometimes I thought it was just so he could keep some kind of track of me.

  Frank was an old fucker, but he did care about me. Probably the first person who ever had.

  “So, Sis, what about it? Computer anywhere?” I continued to badger her as she poked around the refrigerator, no doubt trying to find something to drink. I’d hid the orange juice on the bottom shelf. Need I tell you why? My cock grew as she bent over, presenting me with a beautiful view of her backside.

  There had to be a Wi-Fi café in town, but I’d already run my quota for the day and didn’t feel comfortable asking my father to borrow a car yet. Of course, the café was probably BYOC – bring your own computer. Not like the public library back home where I could schedule time on the computer to complete my assignments.

  No one knew, not even Frank that I’d been taking online college classes for over a year and a half. I might act like the dumb jock and muddled fighter who’d been hit in the head one too many times, but I wasn’t. Maybe I’d inherited my smarts from my dad. Now why in the hell did that make me feel good inside? I had to remember I’d also inherited half my genes from my mother. A woman who had barely remembered to feed me most days.

  Abby looked at me through the dark veil of her lashes and I could tell she was dying to ask me why I wanted a computer. She looked damn cute this morning. Her hair fell down her back in soft waves and she had on the slightest touch of makeup. Not that she needed it. She was beautifully fresh faced. Today she wore a green and brown short outfit that clung to her curves in all the right places. She kept tugging at the top, pulling it away from her breasts. The action only made me want to look even more. I knew she was self-conscious about her size sometimes. Hopefully, by the end of the summer she wouldn’t have any doubts about her attractiveness to the opposite sex. I smirked as I took another drink of my protein smoothie.

  I could say with no false modesty that being fucked by Cage Montgomery usually ramped up a girl’s self-esteem.

  Finishing the drink, I had to say the quality and quantity of food was much better in the Montgomery summer house than I’d had in my entire life. I felt no qualms eating my fill. It was the least the old man could to do, feed me for one summer. It wouldn’t make up for the days I’d gone to bed hungry as a kid. But then, I didn’t know if anything could. Except maybe making sure no kid of mine ever did.

  “You can use mine. It’s not the latest, but it will get you on the net and there’s a word processing program—”

  “You don’t have to sell it to me. As long as I can get on the sites I need, I’m good.”

  She walked across the room and took her backpack from the floor. I noticed that even when she went off with her preppy posse, she took her backpack. Probably because she got bored. I knew I would with that crowd.

  I watched as her ass cheeks jiggled and wondered if she was wearing a thong. I loved slipping my fingers beneath a woman’s clothes and filling my hand with a plump ass cheek.

  When she straightened back up, she was biting her lower lip. My eyes narrowed as I stared at her even though I realized she wasn’t doing it on purpose. She had no fucking idea how much that turned me on. How much I wanted to lean down and suck her full lower lip into my mouth and ravage it with my teeth.

  “I, um.”

  “Spit it out, Sis.”

  “I don’t have a very strong anti-virus program. So if you, ‘em—”

  “So if I get on my kinky websites, I better be careful and not give you something?”

  “I didn’t mean anything.”

  “Don’t worry, babe, I’m clean.”

  ABBY

  My blush deepened, but there was nothing I could do about it. He’d gotten under my skin but good in the bathroom the other day. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his cock. Sometimes lying against his thigh and at other times pointed straight at me. It was always long and thick.

  “Is everything a sexual innuendo for you?” I huffed as I went back to the refrigerator, hunting for some juice. I rarely ate breakfast, even though every fitness regime said it was the most important meal of the day and would help you lose weight. I’d lose weight if I ate breakfast because it would make me throw up.

  “Yeah, Sis, everything is about sex. You better start remembering that.” I jumped when I heard his voice close to my ear and realized he’d followed me across the room.

  “You’re crazy.”

  “Ask your mother, she’ll tell you. The juice is on the bottom shelf, babe.”

  “Naturally,” I mumbled as I bent over to retrieve it. If I moved the wrong way, my ass would bump into his crotch.

  I retrieved a half gallon of orange juice and scooted out from under his arm, my hip barely catching against his thigh. He straightened up once I’d moved around to the counter.

  “I’m just telling you, Sis. You better make sure you like to fuck the man you’re with before he puts a golden band around that finger.”

  “So, you’re telling me I need to sleep with every man I meet?”

  That made his face draw up for some reason. Without answering me, he turned and walked away.

  For the first time since he’d arrived to disrupt my life, I’d had the last word.

  Later that day, I carried my computer out into the living room not quite sure why I was even doing this. Each encounter I had with Cage either made me angry as hell or wet as fuck. Maybe I did it because I wanted to try and connect with him. Cage was outside my realm of experience. He wasn’t that much older than me, but he exuded a much older persona. Maybe it was the experienced he’d gained from all the girls he had fucked.

  I’d heard my mother and Horace talking one night when Horace had still been trying to locate Cage. They’d been discussing a private investigator’s report. It had basically called Cage a manwhore. My mother had laughed, saying no one could possibly know that for sure. She’d started pointing out how active Horace had been… and I left before I heard anything that would have grossed me out forever.

  “You didn’t erase your browsing history.” I knew when he knew I’d stepped into the room. I didn’t know how he knew. I didn’t have on any shoes and the television was turned up loud. I’d realized since day one that Cage knew everything that was going on around him. I hated to think what had made him that way. Always on edge, always watching.

  “I know.” He was lying on the couch, flipping through the channels. I was surprised to see he stopped more on the educational channels such as Discovery and National Geographic than on Sportscenter and Spike. For a second, I wanted nothing more than to sink down on top of him and have his arms surround me with their strength. What would it feel like to have a boyfriend? Or at least
someone willing to give me a little attention.

  Until this man came into my life, I hadn’t realized how starved I was for the touch of another human being. For the touch of a man.

  He finally turned his full attention my way. “I also bookmarked a couple of sites I thought you’d find interesting.”

  “What kind of sites?”

  I was embarrassed to admit I had clicked on a few of the sites he’d looked at. Because yes, he had used my computer to look at porn.

  “Deflowering virgins dot com and how to please your stepbrother.”

  “Cage!” I felt my whole body blush—was that even possible? Blushing, not the deflowering or pleasing a stepbrother. I knew those things happened. Stepsiblings getting together. I had to admit… it was exciting in a forbidden kind of way. It wasn’t as if we had grown up together, so was it any different than getting together with your roommate maybe?

  He swung his feet around and sat up on the couch. His father was a big man, but Cage was even bigger. Or more youthful I guess. Neither man was a slouch in the looks department. Horace still had a full head of hair that showed only slight signs of graying. Side-by-side, no one could doubt they were father and son. Not for the first time, I wondered what Cage thought about all this.

  I understood very well how my mother had fallen for her Montgomery. Even though Cage was only twenty-five, he didn’t have that youthful slenderness that men had at that age—whether they were muscular or not. No, Cage had those thick layers of muscle that came with maturity. I didn’t know if I could stand to be around an older Cage or not.

  He made my panties so wet I had to change them at least twice a day.

  He had to be guessing I was still a virgin, didn’t he? How did a guy tell? My first two years at college had been a bust. Mostly, because I spent my time in the library or studying in my room. I was not about to lose my scholarship because I’d been too busy partying to study. But still, I’d been hopeful that someone would have taken an interest and asked me out.

  My ego had been soothed a little when Danny had seemed to take an interest in me.

  I sat down the couch beside Cage, propping my feet up on the coffee table. I’d painted my nails a frosty pink that looked good against the light tan I was slowly starting to acquire. This would be the first time I’d ever gotten a tan over summer vacation. I didn’t like the heat and my mother had always cautioned me about the time I spent in the sun because it would make me wrinkled before my time. My mother and grandmother had such good complexions, I’d never wanted to chance it before.

  This year, though, I wanted to look a little healthier. More attractive, if I was completely honest. Girls with tans seemed to have more fun. Just like girls with glasses tended not to have fun. I pushed mine back up my nose. I had contacts, but couldn’t wear them in the heat. My eyes became too dry and I thought it felt like I had a piece of sandpaper stuck under each lid.

  “So did you click on any of the sites?” He nudged my shoulder and I realized how close we were sitting. I didn’t remember sitting down that close to him.

  “Why should I? Porn isn’t real.”

  He threw back his head and laughed. He stopped when he realized I was serious. Probably from the buttoned-up, straitlaced expression on my face.

  “Whoa, stop right there. What do you mean porn isn’t real? Those look like real hard-ons the men are sporting and I’m pretty damn sure that’s cum landing on those tits and asses.”

  “Well, it’s not. How can it be? The men on there are so big and women couldn’t possibly do what they do.”

  CAGE

  At first, I wanted to laugh at her, wondering what the little imp was up to. Then I realized my stepsister was serious. I didn’t know of anyone her age—male or female—who hadn’t looked at porn at one time or the other. Not that I made a habit of it. I much prefer a warm pussy than a handful of lube. But some nights it got me off quick and with very little effort. Sometimes that’s all a man wanted.

  I just had to ask. “What do the women do that you don’t think a real woman could?” I don’t know what she thought porn was. Computer graphics and camera angles? Oh man, I thought, this was going to be good.

  She huffed as if she was explaining something very simple to an idiot. The idiot being me, of course. I smiled. I’d probably forgotten more about sex than she’d ever know. Unless I taught her. My stomach clenched at the thought and my cock told me to hurry up and sleep with her.

  “There is no way that a woman could get a man’s cock down her throat that far without throwing up all over him.”

  When I didn’t respond, she seemed kind of disappointed. I leaned back against the couch, my arms and ankles crossed. I had on a loose pair of sweats that would soon reveal everything if very many more images of Abby in front of me on her knees flooded my mind.

  “Have you ever practiced?” I knew girls—and boys—for that matter liked to practice kissing on their hands. I’d skipped that stage—going directly to the source. I wasn’t proud of the fact that I’d lost my virginity to a much older girl at the age of fourteen. But that was my life. I waited a moment before asking my question again. “So, have you practiced?”

  She tossed her hair behind her head. “How was I supposed to practice and still stay a virgin?”

  “Not what I meant. And you could still be a virgin even after you sucked a guy off. I’m asking if you ever practiced on a—”

  I broke off my question when she dropped her gaze. I hoped she never took up gambling because she had no poker face. “You have, haven’t you?”

  “Yes, at a slumber party when I was seventeen. We used a banana.”

  I gave a bark of laughter. “A banana? Did you almost choke to death?”

  “No! I just didn’t get it very far down my throat.”

  Hell, I thought, that set my cock to twitching again—an image of her deep-throating a cock, preferably mine. “You should have used a cucumber. A man’s dick doesn’t curve like a banana.”

  “Oh.”

  “It is possible to deep throat a man’s cock, Abby. You have to learn how to control your gag reflex. Men love it so I’d try and get the hang of it sooner rather than later.”

  “Do you like it?” She looked at me beneath those long thick lashes that needed nothing on them at all. Her green eyes were swimming with curiosity. With need.

  I straightened and leaned toward her. “Oh, yeah, I like it, baby. I’m gonna love it when I push inside your mouth and bump the back of your throat. And then, I’m going fist my hands in your hair and push myself even further down your throat. I’m going to feel those muscles working the end of the dick every time you swallow. And you are going to swallow, Abby. You’re going to swallow every. Damn. Drop.”

  “Cage!”

  I still had to chuckle at her unbelievable naiveté. “Anything else make you think porn’s not real?”

  She pushed a strand of thick black hair behind her ear, revealing her porcelain profile. She was beautiful.

  “A woman can’t possibly have an orgasm the way those men, umm—”

  “Fuck them?”

  “Yes. They do it so hard and fast. It has to hurt and real people don’t do it that way.”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “It can hurt. But people do it that way all the time. Hard and fast. Slow and easy.” I felt like I was having the talk with a prepubescent girl. Until I looked over at her and saw her chest—and those goddamn tits—heaving with each breath. As though she was upset, or aroused.

  She stared at me like I had all the answers. Maybe I did. I moved closer, crowding her until she had to scoot across the couch and back up against the arm to get away from me. She didn’t get away from me. I caged her in with my body, one hand on the arm of the chair the other on the back of the couch.

  “Do you want me to teach you about sex this summer, Abby?”

  “I, uh, I.” Again, that sweet stutter that drove me crazy. Her lips trembled and I leaned down, unable to resist. I placed a brief, h
ard kiss on the pink flesh, thinking I wanted to taste every inch of her. She ran a hand down the side of my face. I knew whatever I decided to do next not only had the potential to alter my life, but hers as well. I’d never felt so damn protective in my life.

  “What, Abby? Did you think we weren’t going to fuck this summer? Did you think it was my sudden love of a rich lifestyle that’s kept me here so long?” I took her computer from her trembling hands and placed it on the coffee table, pushing it away as I did so. She sat there, her eyes wide open. I didn’t touch her even though it took all of my control not to drag her to the floor and wrap my hands in her hair so she could lick and suck until I unloaded my seed down her throat.

  “I, I.”

  I knew that I had more than surprised her. Surprised her by putting into words all the tension that had settled around us like a hot summer haze after an afternoon thunderstorm. I bent my head and pressed my lips to hers. I was firm and insistent and her mouth gave way under the pressure. I slipped my tongue inside and started thrusting. Just like I would do when—not if—she was before me on her knees. It wasn’t really a kiss. It was a lesson. I broke it off before I took it too far, too fast.

  “You. Me. Sex. This summer. What do you say? You’re such an innocent little thing, I’d hate for some boy to take advantage of you when you go back to school.” I was dead serious and she must have seen it my eyes.

  I leaned over to whisper in her ear, my lips barely touching the soft pink shell. “Do you want me to be your first lover, Abby? I’ll make it good, baby. I’ll make it so damn good we’ll both go up in flames.”

  Her hands fluttered like butterflies until she put them on my chest. I flexed my pecs and her eyes widen.

  “But we can’t.” Her voice was soft and low and held no real conviction.

  “Why not? We’re not related. Hell, we didn’t even know the other existed until three weeks ago. It’s not like I took a dump in the sandbox with you.”