He's So Fine (A BBW Stepbrother Romance) (5 page)

My breathing accelerated as my fingers rubbed harder. I didn’t even need to imagine Cage without his clothes to get off. In seconds, I was groaning low in my throat as my pussy spasmed. Withdrawing my hand from my pajama bottoms, I didn’t know how an orgasm with a man could be any better than that.

But, heaven help me, I wanted to find out.

Preferably with my stepbrother who was sleeping down the hall.

I buried my face in my pillow and thought about what a bad, bad girl I really was.

CAGE

Meeting my father was going better than I’d anticipated. I was now in week two of my vacation in the Hamptons. Horace appeared to be an okay guy. We hadn’t had that long, heartfelt talk yet—and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to. He’d obviously had his reasons for not being in my life. Right now, I didn’t want to know what those were.

My training was going well. I’d found a gym on the outskirts of town where the locals trained. There were a couple of guys my size who didn’t mind getting their asses kicked. When I’d mentioned needing a find a gym to my father, he’d taken me to the country club, thinking I would want to work out there. He introduced me to a couple of his friends and their sons. They were as preppy as the ones I’d met the day on the porch. My gut clenched when I thought of the guy who continued to sniff around Abby. I pushed thoughts of her out of my mind.

My father wasn’t a bad guy, he just didn’t have a clue what happened in the real world. How people like me fought for their very existence every day of their lives. Not that my life hadn’t settled down considerably the last couple of years. But that was thanks to me, not a handout from a rich parent. Which was what I saw in the people who befriended Abby. There were only two reasons why I didn’t kick their asses to the curb. Abby seemed to understand why they had befriended her—her stepdaddy’s money. And two, at times she seemed to enjoy their company.

I never wanted to take away anything that might give Abby a moment of happiness.

I stepped into the shower and turned on the water, barely flinching when the cold hit me. I was used to cold showers. Frank’s gym rarely had hot water and the temperature of the water wasn’t much better in the one-room rat trap I called an apartment. Plus, it helped contain my urges. Sometimes. Since I’d come to the Hamptons—since I’d seen Abby standing on the front porch—all I seemed to do was train and try to contain my lust for her curvy body. I grabbed my dick and started stroking. I’d done that every night since I’d been here. Stroked myself off. Which was really insane for me. Hell, there was a whole passel of pussy just waiting to be snatched up and eaten. I’d had more than a green light from a couple of the girls who hung out with Abby. And this was only one section of town. I was pretty sure there were other trust fund bitches and some slutty locals that would give it up to a bad boy. Because if there was one thing the Hamptons were lacking, it was bad boys.

My cock swelled in my hand and I stroked faster. In my mind, I saw Abby spread out before me, her pussy pink and glistening waiting for me to eat her out... my cum exploded from my body, splashing against the tiles on the other side of the shower. Which was some show considering how large the shower was. I continued to stroke myself until I’d pumped out my balls. Maybe that would keep the horn dog inside of me at bay for a little while.

Grabbing some soap, I finished my shower, washing away the sweat from my body and the cum from the tiled wall.

Turning off the water, I stepped outside the stall and grabbed a towel. Again, I thought how I seemed to have stepped into another dimension. These towels sure as hell weren’t like the ones at Frank’s that were so rough they could be substituted for sandpaper.

I’d just started to wrap the towel around my waist when the door on the other side of the bath opened. Instinctively, I turned around, the towel still in my hand. I’d learned a long time ago not to turn my back on anyone.

A high-pitched sound somewhere between a squeal and scream echoed off the walls.

“What the fuck, Abby? You about made me go deaf.” I put my hand to my ear.

“What, what are you doing?” Her eyes were big bright orbs of green fear, with a healthy dose of curiosity. To be honest, I’d forgotten we shared a bathroom, not that I’d bothered to lock the door since I’d arrived. I turned until I was giving her a full Monty. Taking my time, I slowly wrap the towel around my waist as her gaze darted from my face to my package and back again. By now, the towel was having a hell of a time covering up my growing arousal. Just having Abby in the same room with me, her warm eyes on my body, had the bad boy rising up, fast and hard.

“Do you want to touch it?”

“I cannot believe you just said that to me.” Her outraged expression made me laugh. I realized a lot of things about her made me laugh. And not in a bad way. She was fun to be around, but I knew it would be a hell of a lot more fun if I was banging her.

“Don’t get all offended. I saw the way you were looking at it. Me. Like you wanted to eat me up.” I picked up a hand towel from the stack on the sink and wiped away the fog from the mirror before tossing it toward the hamper.

ABBY

I found myself hyperventilating as my stepbrother stood before me dressed in nothing but a towel. This summer was supposed to be one of rest and relaxation before I returned to college. It had turned into an almost daily fight to keep my sanity.

And why? Because of him.

My bad boy stepbrother.

Before I could stop myself, I was walking across the room to pick up the towel he’d thrown on the floor. Being neat had been ingrained in me since I was a child. My mom and I had always lived in tiny apartments where there was never room to make a mess. If you didn’t pick up after yourself, the whole place started to look like an episode of
Hoarders
on A&E.

Now, I picked up after myself because I didn’t want the cleaning service Horace had come in once a week to think I was a slob. Cage didn’t seem to suffer from the same fear.

“I would have picked it up, little Sis.”

Oh, how I hated it when he called me that. Sis would have been bad enough, but when he added the little—in that mocking tone he had—I knew he was referring to my size. “Why did you throw it on the floor to begin with?”

“Whoa. Would you loosen up some? Get that stick out of your ass, baby. Have some fun.”

“I’m not stuck up.”
Was I?

“No, but you sure are uptight.”

I clenched my hands in the towel. I’d never been good at confrontations. “I am not.”

“If you say so, that must make it so. Here, put this one up for me too, will you?”

Before I could protest, the towel that had been covering up his lower half came flying at me. I barely managed to catch it before it slapped me in the face. I started to yell at him, but had to gulp back my words. How could I speak with his rounded ass cheeks staring me in the face? I couldn’t prevent myself from taking a long, long look at him. Damn, he was a big man. And so beautifully sculpted. He looked like he’d stepped right off the pages of a magazine about bikers and bad boys. The tat he sported curled around his shoulder and down his back, ending just on the curve of his buttocks. I didn’t know what it meant. If it was one of those tribal symbols that were so popular or if it stood for something more personal. All I knew was that I wanted to take my tongue and trace it from beginning to end.

“Do you think I should shave, Sis?” He had about a three-day stubble going on and I knew most women liked the look. Me included. It added to his bad boy persona. Rough around the edges.

“I don’t know. How should I know?” I knew my voice came out in a loud squeak, but really, who could blame me? No one, that’s who. I thought I was showing remarkable poise in the face of his, his… gorgeous bum.

He turned around and I wasn’t sure where I was anymore.

“No, no, no,” I started yelling. “Don’t show me that!”

I dropped the towel and covered my eyes as his big cock came back into view. I’d only had a brief glance at it before, but now, now I’d seen enough to burn the image into my retinas for all eternity.

He laughed as I ran from the bathroom, my hands on my eyes, trying to hide him from my view.

I was mortified when I heard him call out after me and prayed no one else heard him.

“Hey, it won’t blind you if you look at my cock, little Sis.” His laughter followed me all the way to my room.

CAGE

I kept chuckling as Abby ran from the room. She’d looked at my dick like it was a one eyed snake about to strike her. Which maybe it was. I’d contained my hunger for her nearly two weeks now. I thought about taking the next Greyhound back to the city.  I didn’t need this shit. This frustration.

I’d met my father. Big deal. There wasn’t a place in his life for a tatted son with no clear ambition besides trying not to get his assed kicked or his brains fucked up from one too many blows in the ring. Was being an MMA fighter my dream? Hell, no. But it was a way to make money. Good money. Money was what would take me to the next step in my life.

I thought about my plans and laughed at myself. There was no freaking way it would happen.

But that was neither here nor there.

My most immediate problem was how to get my little sister into my bed.

Damn, that did sound dirty. And as arousing as hell.

I always liked to study my opponent before a fight if I could. Find their weaknesses, their strengths. Figure out what kind of a fighter they were.

I figured out real soon what kind of a girl Abby Snow really was.

She was a fucking good girl. Made straight A’s, volunteered at the local animal shelter and was so far out of my league I might as well have been on another continent, another planet even.

Now, ask me what kind of man I am? Oh, right, I already told you. I’m a bad boy.

What do bad boys do best? Besides fucking up?

They fuck good girls and make them bad.

I was sitting at the kitchen counter, drinking a protein smoothie when Abby walked into the kitchen. Her face grew the sweetest shade of pink just like it had every time she’d seen me over the past two days since our encounter in the bathroom. Only one thing makes a girl blush like that. Sexual thoughts. Inappropriate sexual thoughts.

I was pretty sure who centered prominently in her thoughts. Me.

Horace Cage Montgomery, III. I don’t know why knowing I had those three Roman numerals after my name made me feel suddenly stable. As if I had roots. I called myself a pussy. I didn’t know a damn thing about the man who had fathered me and here I was already trying to climb the family tree.

I’d planned on meeting the fuck who had fathered me and head back. It hadn’t gone down like that. I’d been here a month already.

“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.