He's So Fine (A BBW Stepbrother Romance) (6 page)

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, hard 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.”

Abby’s startled laugh was the sweetest sound, I thought. When I was small, I remember passing by a house that had long metal things hanging from the edge of a porch. I finally learned that they were called wind chimes. I bet I walked past that house a hundred times that summer just to listen to that beautiful, clear sound. Unblemished. Untarnished. Just like Abby.

She’d stay that way if I moved away from her right now. If I got up, packed my bag, and hopped the first bus back to the city.

But I didn’t. Everybody had to get a little dirty sometimes. And I was pretty damn sure I could make her groans of passion sound just as sweet as those chimes.

“What do you say, Abby? Are you ready to let me teach you what a man wants from a woman?”

Her fingers curled, biting into the muscles of my chest. I loved it. Pain. Pleasure. The fine edge between the two was the best. I wanted to show her all of it.

“Yes.”

I was so lost in my fantasies, I almost didn’t hear her. Or maybe, I just didn’t understand. Since when did my dreams start to come true? Did Abby Snow, curvy little virgin just agree to let me fuck her?

She took a deep breath and her gaze held mine. I’d have to give her points for having a backbone after all. “I want you to be my first. I want us to make love.”

I froze. I didn’t do love. I took. I took and fucked. Hard and fast just like the guys in the porn movies. I fisted my hand in her hair and pulled her head back. She blinked at the rough treatment, but didn’t cry out. “Look, Little Miss Innocent. This will not be about making love.
That’s
what’s not real. Love. Sex is real. As real and dirty as you can get. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“What do you understand?”

ABBY

Cage’s eyes were like hard flints of blue diamonds, trying to cut into my very soul. I knew if I agreed to this, that was exactly what would happen. I’d be cut and bruised, brokenhearted by the end of the summer.