“How’s it feel sis?” He asked. His hand was gripping my leg at the knee as his glazed over eyes stared into mine. His grip pulsed a few times as his chin popped forward at me questioningly.
I blushed red as I glanced down at his fingers. I felt a dull buzzing where his hand touched me. It was awkward—for one, I was feeling buzzed from the second-hand bong rip, and he was a full-grown man now. It seemed eerily inappropriate.
“I…”
He saw my eyes bouncing from his face to his hand and he chuckled as he realized my discomfort.
“What’s wrong sis?” He asked, feigning innocence.
I knew he wanted me to tell him what I was thinking as I stared speechlessly down at his face and his grip on my knee. If I told him, he would make fun of me. Worse, I would probably have to deal with him prodding and teasing me all summer. I wouldn’t give him the pleasure.
“It’s just been a long time since I smoked—You want anything to drink?” I asked, pressing myself forward and off the couch.
“Yeah, get me a beer.”
I took a moment in the kitchen to gather my composure. What was that? And why was my knee still buzzing? I took a beer from the fridge and poured myself some water.
“By the way,” I said, handing him the beer, “Angie is going to be here in three days and she’s staying for a week or so.”
His eyes furrowed momentarily.
“Don’t worry Ty, she is totally over you. She has been dating a guy for like a year now, and she says that he knows how to get off.” I laughed as I thought about her ranting.
She was as into Ty as the rest of the girls he’d run through in town, but she was a good friend of mine and when she finally got over being hurt she’d grown cold towards him. She said he never once came. She said that other girls had told her that he never came, but I didn’t care much to hear the details of my stepbrother’s sex life.
“What’s that supposed to mean? It’s not my fault she can’t fuck. Besides, she wasn’t complaining when she’d cum three times in a night.” He threw back his head and took a swig from the bottle.
“You all are fucking nuts. You complain left and right that guys never get you off, and then you complain when they do. A guy can’t win.” He laughed, shaking his head.
“So it’s true what all the girls said about you? That you can’t cum, that you don’t even like girls?” I teased him, trying to frustrate him. Maybe if I were annoying enough he would leave me to my television.
“Fuck you. Besides, one day you’ll be begging for a guy like me. One that doesn’t blow his load the second his dick gets wet.”
I smirked, knowing that he was getting irritated. “Really though, it’s okay if you want to be honest with me, besides, we could go pick up guys together if you would just be honest.”
“Right, sis. You want me to prove it?” His eyes suddenly grew darker as he glared at me.
“I’m going to fucking prove it.” He said vehemently. Throwing back the rest of the beer and suddenly slamming it down onto the table beside him.
Who did he think he was kidding? Angie had a boyfriend, she wouldn’t fuck him even if he tried, or at least, I didn’t think she would. Besides, even if he did “prove” it, that didn’t change the fact that every girl in town said he couldn’t get off having sex with a woman. Clearly, something was wrong with him.
“Sorry to say it dearest brother, but even if you do manage to convince Angie to fuck you, it won’t disprove anything, you’d probably just fake it anyhow.” I smiled my sweetest smile, knowing that he would storm off any second now and that I would have the downstairs to myself.
“Not to her Lacey. I’m going to prove it to you. There is NOTHING wrong with my dick.” His hand reached down at his jeans and he unzipped himself.
My eyes were wide with surprise and I was speechless at his threats. He had won; I was going to be the one leaving him to the downstairs. No. It wasn’t like he was going to actually do anything; he was just being an ass like always. A second after I got up to leave he’d have started laughing, and he’d have held it over me all summer, constantly threatening to prove himself whenever he wanted to irritate me. Screw that. I would call his bluff. I wasn’t leaving.
I grabbed the remote and changed the channel back to my show, ignoring him. He wasn’t going to do shit and I knew it. I was watching the screen, but in the corner of my eye I could see his hand was still moving. I ignored him; sure he was just giving me shit. A low groan escaped him and I couldn’t divert my eyes any longer. There was no way, just no way. I glanced at him quickly, expecting him to be faking.
“What are you doing?” I screamed in disbelief. He was rubbing himself right next to me! And on top of that, he was aroused. I could see the bulge that was growing between his thighs. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t help myself. It was vulgar and wrong, and I should have left, but I couldn’t.
His dick popped straight up as he pulled his underwear aside. His fingers wrapped around the base and he gave the shaft several quick tugs. I shouldn’t have been staring at him, but I was in utter disbelief, and besides that, it was huge! I had seen other guys before, and none of them, not even the biggest ones compared. I wondered how I would ever get my lips around it. I shook my head trying to shake the thought from my brain. I should have been disgusted, irritated, freaked out, instead here I was, thinking about how I would go about sucking him off.
“Are you going to sit there, or do you want to help?” Ty asked, a shiny droplet of pre-cum forming at the head of his cock.
“Come on sis, I want to show you just how well my dick works.”
Reaching out his hand touched my knee again and I let out a little yelp. I could feel the tingle of the unfamiliar touch, and now, as my mind had been focused on his thick cock, the feeling spread farther than just my legs. I held myself still, unable to get the courage to either run or engage him. How was this even happening? We fought constantly, and not once had I ever considered him as anything but my brother. Stepbrother. My sub conscience reminded me. It wasn’t like we were blood…
I looked down at his grip on my knee. He was stroking his dick and he was touching me. I hadn’t moved, hadn’t stopped him, so it shouldn’t have been such a surprise when his fingers began tracing up my thighs. He stopped just short of my pussy, and I felt myself beginning to ache, the buzz of desire toying with my better judgment. His hand dove between my thighs and his fingers massaged the sensitive flesh. Reaching over to me he grabbed my hand and I reluctantly allowed him to place my small hand around his cock. It was warm, and I could feel the lube of his own juices at the head.
“Like this.” He growled, working my hand just below the angry red tip of his cock.
I could see his abs tense as he released his grip on my hand and my hand moved on its own volition. The space between my thighs had grown wet, and as Ty pressed his palm against my thin cotton shorts he let out a lustful moan.
“Damn… You are so wet sis.”
His fingers scooped the fabric of my shorts aside and I gasped as his fingers traced my slit. My hips reflexively humped the strong fingers and I strengthened the grip I had on his cock.
“And tight…” Ty said grinning as his fingers slid slowly inside of me, making me pant.
“Are you still a virgin?” Ty asked incredulously.