11 comments/ 113672 views/ 70 favorites Cum Visit for Some Summer Fun By: ilikeitlikethat18 Authors note: This is a continuation of my story "I'll be Home for Christmas." submitted in the Christmas story contest. This is a submission into the Summer Lovin 2014 contest and Part 2. I know that these stories are supposed to be standalone, so I've made this so it can be standalone. But it's definitely part 2, so if you'd like to get the most of it, please check out the first chapter. I can't believe it's been an entire year. Been trying to get this up for a while now. No excuses, though! As usual, most of you know that my stories usually take a while to lead up to the sex. In this case, there's some sex, but it's not between the two main characters right away. So this may not be the story for you if you like to get right to it, but there's a lot of depth that adds to the story, and the sex is more likely to rock your world when you get to it. I hope you like it. Please vote and leave feedback. Thank you! *** Flashback There was nothing easy about the silence that ensued between myself and Ryder once he'd left to go back to college. His words kept playing over and over in my head like a broken record, "I'll call, I'll call, I'll call..." but he didn't. Weeks went by before I heard from him and when I did, it was a text from Adrian telling me he said hi. My mom sent me messages with updates from Ryder from college, but never once did Ryder send me one himself. At first I didn't want to text him or call him, as hard as it was. But by the time Valentines Day rolled around and I was feeling lonely and shitty, I knew I had to at least try. I called him three times that day, all of which went to voicemail. On the third try, I left him one. Short and sweet. "You're an asshole. Call me back." It wasn't exactly the romantic message meant for the romantic holiday, but what else was I supposed to feel? Jordan and I had petered off after Christmas. We had tried hanging out a couple of times, but the minute things got intimate, I froze up. He could tell something was different, and kept asking if I was okay. I told him I just wasn't in the mood, which was a total lie, but it was a lot better than laughing and saying, "Totally fine. Just lost my v-card to my brother and now he won't talk to me." I tried going out and meeting new people. My friends all pestered me about still being single, so I tried going on a couple of dates with guys from the local schools or friends of friends. Nobody caught my attention, there was never any spark, or I just couldn't get my thoughts straight. I felt like a social leper. It took him two whole months to call me back, and in that time I'd left him a handful of voicemails and a dozen texts. I felt like a stalker, and all I was doing was trying to get ahold of my own stupid brother! It was like a nightmare. Half the time I was angry, and the other half I was just plain disappointed. I thought things had changed that day. As fucked up as what we had done was, I knew the connection I felt was real. It hadn't just been lust. And I wasn't the only one who was feeling this way or he'd answer my damn calls! Right? April 14th was the day he called me back. I was out with this guy named Justin. He was the older step-brother of Marcie, one of my closest girl friends. He was very tall and good looking and sweet, and had a habit of making horrible jokes that cracked me up. We'd been out a few times over the past couple of months since Valentines Day and I was actually starting to enjoy myself. I had mostly stopped thinking about Christmas with Ryder and all the confusing feelings whirling inside me. I knew it had been enough time and despite being royally fucked up, I had to find a way to put it behind me. Justin and I had been in the movie theater, up in the very back, totally ignoring the movie. We were kissing and he had a hand up my shirt, something I normally would have been way too embarrassed to do in a public place. My phone started ringing, and I ignored it until the second call came in. I forced myself to pull away and look at it. Ryder's name was flashing on the screen. He was calling twice in a row? I excused myself and hurried out of the theater and into the hallway, managing to answer on the last ring? "What?" "Kitten..." I cringed. "I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." "For which part?" I hissed. "Everything. No, not everything. I'm not sorry about what happened. Yes, I am. Fuck! I don't know. I'm sorry this has ended up hurting you. That I know for sure." "Why didn't you call? You said you'd called. I've been calling. And texting." "I know. I couldn't bring myself to. What was I supposed to say? What are we supposed to do?" "At the very least you could act like a decent human being and be my brother." "You know we can't pretend it didn't happen and act like we're just normal siblings." "I'm on a date." I said, louder than I needed to. I hoped it hurt him. "You- you're what?" "You heard me. I'm...dating someone!" I could hear the tension rising in his voice, "I can't believe you're dating someone." "As if you aren't out fucking half the co-eds at school." There was a brief silence and then a loud sigh, "I haven't had sex since Christmas, Kenzie." My whole world turned upside down in that second. He hadn't slept with anyone since me? Was he really telling me that he had just up and quit his playboy lifestyle just because of that one day? "Kenzie? Are you still there?" "Yeah. I'm here. My date is probably wondering why I'm out here for so long." "Kenz, I'm serious. I haven't been with anyone. I haven't even kissed anyone. I can't. I wanna fuck you again so badly, you have no idea. I think about you all the time...I can't get you off of my mind. You're so fucking sexy and that goddamned little body of yours. Jesus. Have you guys had sex?" "You don't get to ask me that!" I whined, fighting tears. "You don't get to just waltz back in after giving me the silent treatment! I've gotta go." "Call me tonight? When you get home...? Please? I need you..." "Maybe." I hung up and entered the bathroom to splash a little water on my face. "Sorry, my brother called. Hadn't talked to him in months." I said, smiling at Justin as I slid back into my seat in the theater. "How's the movie?" "Not like I understand anything that's going on thanks to you, little lady." he teased, pulling me back into him for another kiss. I wanted so much to have this normal relationship with this normal guy, but my heart still stung at how Ryder had acted. "Well if we're not missing much, we could go back to your place and watch something new there?" I said hopefully. I'd never stayed over at his house before. He grinned and kissed my forehead. "Your wish is my command. Let's get outta here." We held hands all the way to his car and it felt so nice. "Your parents aren't going to wonder why you aren't home, are they?" "You're such a gentleman. No, I'm an adult, they know I have my own business to attend to. I just can't wait till I move into the dorms." "Only a couple more months till graduation, beautiful." he kissed me softly as he started the car and I whimpered and leaned over, kissing him back deeply. I know it was so fucked up, but talking to Ryder and thinking about that day had turned me on. Maybe having sex with Justin and making things more serious with him was just what I needed to forget about Christmas forever. "Think you can save that for my place?" he mock-groaned, as he pushed me gently back into my seat. "If I have to." I twiddled my thumbs and grinned at him as he sped the entire way back to his house, practically dragging me out of the car once we got there. He shared an apartment with two other guys, who were both in the living room playing video games when we got there. "Hey Kenzie!" Josh said, pausing the game. "How's it going?" "Always nice to be here at your little loft!" "Always nice to have you." he smiled before getting back to the game, punching Frank hard in the arm to throw him off. Justin put his arm around me and pulled me towards his room, locking the door behind us. "Your roommates are always so nice to me. You'd think with the age difference they'd give you more shit." "Oh, they did the first time we went out. But then they saw it wasn't just a hook-up or something and I actually like you." he blushed slightly, "Plus, it's only 4 years." he kissed me again, tugging at my lower lip with his teeth. "I want you." I whispered. He sighed into my mouth, pressing his body close to mine and kissing me more deeply. "Are you sure? I don't want to pressure you." "You don't want to?" "No! I mean, yes! I do. We've just been dating for like two months and I didn't want to take things too fast if you weren't ready." "Oh, trust me. I'm ready." I whispered, drawing his hand slowly down my stomach till it reached the waistband of my skirt. I stopped, hoping he would take the hint and let me prove to him just how ready I really was. His fingers slid slowly under my skirt and over my barely there, lace panties. "Oh shit." he moaned into my neck, pressing them up between my pussy lips as he rubbed, feeling the wetness seeping through. "Told ya." I stuck my tongue out at him and he grabbed me by the hips and threw me onto the bed. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you're not gonna be able to walk tomorrow." he growled into my ear. I'd never seen this side of him. He was always respectful and quite toned down when it came to our previous sexual escapades, which had mostly stopped at or before second base. My nipples hardened at the dirty talk, which didn't get past him. He carefully slid his body on top of mine, between my legs and caressed my breasts with one hand, pushing my top off with the other. Leaning forward, he captured one in his mouth and licked it, causing my back to arch and a moan to escape my lips. "They're gonna hear us." "Fuckin' let them." he said with a laugh. "It'll be more exciting than that game." he pressed hot kisses to my neck as his hard cock rubbed against my hip and then between my legs. I let out a gasp and he grinned again. "You're a horny little thing, aren't you?" I bit my lower lip and nodded. It'd been hard not to have sex for the past 4 months, especially the past two since I started seeing him. "You been thinking about this for a while?" he asked, his hand slipping between my legs to tease me again." I nodded a second time and he groaned softly. "God knows I have." He reached up and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his gorgeous body to me and I couldn't help but stare. The first couple of times we'd fooled around I had been totally captivated with how perfect his body seemed. I even asked myself the cliche question, "What's wrong with him?" since nothing seemed to be. "You're a million miles away." he pulled me to the edge of the bed as he stood in front of me. I reached out and undid his pants, yanking them to his thighs in one quick motion. He laughed and leaned forward to kiss me again. I pulled away, a twinkle in my eye as his lips missed mine. "Hey now!" He yanked me back towards him, kissing me fervently. "You're so beautiful and sweet and innocent. Part of me can't believe a girl like you wants me and the other part doesn't want to corrupt you." his hands stroked gently down my stomach and hips as he kissed my ear and whispered softly to me. "I want you to corrupt me." I pulled him down on top of me and he pushed my skirt onto the floor, hooking my panties and taking them down with it. "Take your bra off." his fingers found my wetness and all my thoughts melted away. I dropped my bra in the pile on the floor and pointed at his boxer briefs. "Those gotta go. Sorry, foreplay." I reached forward to take them off, but he pushed two fingers into me and I forgot what I was doing, as a moan escaped my lips. "Mmmmmhmmm..." he urged, thrusting his fingers in and out of me so slowly it was killing me. With the other hand, he pulled the remaining piece of clothing off his body and rolled us until we were in the middle of the bed. "D-did you lock the door?" "Nobody's gonna bother us, don't worry." "It's just-" "Shhhh..." he nibbled at my neck as I watched him rub himself against my tender clit. "Just let me make you feel good." he looked into my eyes and kissed me as he started to push into me. "Holy hell, are you a virgin?" I shook my head. I might as well be. One time 4 months ago apparently didn't count as it felt like I was losing it all over again. "Jesus, baby, oh my god," he groaned, sliding inch by inch until he was buried inside of me and I could feel sweat beading on his back as my nails dug into him. "Am I hurting you?" he obviously wasn't used to asking that question. "A little. It's okay. Fuck me." I kissed him, trying to prove that he wasn't hurting me enough for it to matter. "Anything you want, you horny little girl." He lifted my legs up over his shoulders and started to slide in and out of me, faster and faster until I kept losing my breath and my moans were becoming uncontrollable. "F-fuck, you're gonna make me cum," I whimpered, trying not to be too loud. It had only been a few minutes and already I felt so close to the edge. Is this what sex was supposed to be like all the time or had I just lucked out in the amazing sex partner department? He didn't even seem like he was close yet, and I was the one trembling. "Good, I wanna feel you cum all over me." he pushed into me harder, gripping my hip hard as his other hand squeezed and pulled at my nipples. I realized at that moment that the loud video game noises had gone away. "A-are they listening?" "Does it matter?" he joked, a teasing smile on his face. "I think you secretly like the idea of them listening." he kissed my ear, "I think you love the idea that the door is unlocked and they could just decide to walk on in here." I whimpered loudly and dug my nails into his shoulders, his words spurring me on even more. I tightened around him as I struggled not to come. "I'm not even gonna stop fucking you once you cum so you can stop trying to stop it." he grinned and reached between my legs to rub my wet clit as he still fucked me so hard my hips bounced off the bed. "Please, baby, I wanna feel you cum so bad." he nibbled my neck again, pulling at the tender skin like he knew turned me on. All of the sensations and his naughty words in my ear were making it so hard, but it felt like game I didn't want to lose. "B-but, I want you to come." "Oh, I will." he rubbed my clit in circles with his thumb as his cock stroked into me over and over and over and oh my fucking god, "Yeah, that's it. C'mon, Kenz. Come for me. Come all over me, baby." "Ahhhhhhhhh, fuck, oh fuck," I cried out, hurtling over the edge of my orgasm, "God, yes, please, please fuck me harder." I yelled, not able to stop myself, "FUCK! Jesus! Justin, fuck!" Somewhere in the middle of my orgasm, he'd started thrusting into me even harder, jerking as he started to come. I bit down on his neck as my body still shook from the feeling of him coming into me in the middle of such an intense orgasm. "Holy lord almighty, I didn't expect to finish that fast" he whispered, his arms shaking as he rolled over, pulling me on top of him with his barely softening cock still inside me. Shit. Fuck. I'd gotten so caught up in the moment of wanting him and being so horny that I'd forgotten to tell him to put a condom on. I gulped and rested my head on his sweaty chest. "Seriously." "You okay?" he kissed my forehead. "So good. I just... you didn't wear a condom." "Shit. I figured you were on birth control. That was irresponsible of me, babe. We'll get you Plan B in the morning, okay?" I nodded, tracing circles on his side with my fingers. "That was so hot." I heard the sound of the video game go back on and shook my head. "They totally listened to us fuck the whole time." "That wasn't fucking, pretty lady. It was much more than that." I blushed and jerked when I heard the loud sound of my phone ringing. "Go ahead." he said with a smile, "I gotta clean up anyway." he patted my butt as I got up to get my phone, cum dripping down my leg. I wiped at it with one hand as I answered the phone. "Hello?" "Kenz. It's me. You didn't call me back." "I know! I'm not at home." "You're not? You... you went home with him, didn't you?!" "I'm not doing this with you right now. I'll talk to you another time, okay?" "Will you come visit this summer? I can't come there and I feel like we have a lot to talk about." "Like what?" "I can't say on the phone. Please think about it? I swear it's not just about the sex. Though I do want that. A lot of that. God, you have no idea how hard it makes me just thinking about Christmas, Kenz..." my face flushed. "I just wanna talk and see you in person. Think about it?" Justin came back in the room and I rolled my eyes, "Fine. I'll think about it. Bye." I hung up and turned the phone off, crawling back into bed with Justin. "Your brother again? Everything okay?" "We don't get along the greatest." "Sorry to hear that, babe." he kissed my cheek. "Wanna talk about it?" "Not at all. Can we watch a movie or something?" "You're gonna fall asleep!" he was right, but he was a sweetheart, so he put it on anyway. And inside, my heart hurt a little bit because I wondered if I could ever love him the way my sick sick head loved Ryder. "So... does this make me your girlfriend?" I teased, poking him in the side as he got back in bed, having put a movie in the player. "I've considered you my girlfriend for a while. I just didn't want to scare you. I knew you wanted to take it slow." "Well consider it official then... boyfriend." "Whatever you say... girlfriend." he kissed me again and rested his hand on my thigh. "Just know if you don't fall asleep halfway through this movie, I'm gonna fuck you again." I giggled and he slapped my butt. "Where was this slapping during sex?" "Oh, so that's what you're into?" he teased. I looked at him seriously, "Maybe." "Oh shit." The next morning when I left, neither of Justin's roommates could look me in the eye. I raised an eyebrow and said, "You two pussies better step it up and bring girls around here at some point or Justin and I are gonna win the bet that you're gay." they both laughed and nodded at each other. "We knew you were cool." "I thought you guys were better than being eavesdroppers." "Nah, men in their twenties are pigs. Don't you know?" they elbowed each other and I just rolled my eyes. Justin came up behind me and put his arm around me. "These two guys bothering you?" "Not at all. I was just calling them out on listening in." "You guys like what you hear?" Justin teased them, and they both muttered to themselves. Justin led me to his car and drove me home, mostly in silence. He parked in front of my house and looked at me, "You know it's pretty normal for guys to talk about sex. I won't say anything if you don't want me to, though." "I don't think you have to. They pretty much heard it all." I grinned and kissed him. "Call me later!" *** Flash-forward The rest of April went by in a haze, by June I had graduated and my parents and Justin sat in the front row. They had fallen in love with him just like I had, although they were more free with admitting it than I was. The way Justin looked at me made me feel like such a bad person for still having thoughts about Ryder. It was obvious that Justin loved me and Ryder barely even spoke to me. In the beginning of July, Justin asked me if I would move in with him for the summer until September, when I moved into the dorms. Although my parents probably didn't love the idea, they said it was okay since I was an adult and it was only for the summer. I was thrilled. Having that little bit of freedom without the commitment of us moving in together "for real" would be really nice. We'd been getting closer and closer the past couple of months and I knew we would both enjoy some extra alone time. We were past the "honeymoon" phase of dating, but still couldn't get enough of each other. Cum Visit for Some Summer Fun The summer started off perfectly, with us going out like the most perfect, adorable couple. We went to the beach and took cute couple photos, hung out with his friends at bars and concerts, and went to BBQ's. It was like the beginning of the type of summer you only saw on TV or the cool girls at school had with their popular jock boyfriends. It still amazed me at how cute Justin was and how proud he was to show me off to his friends. Especially when we were out and I was in my bikini. I'd never felt as confident as I did with him. I was just back from the pool after a long day moving my stuff in and getting settled, when I got a phone call from my mom. She had booked me a flight to visit Ryder at college. Apparently he had called her and told her how much he missed me and needed sibling bonding time. She had told him that I'd moved in with my boyfriend for the summer and he got mad and insisted I come visit. Apparently he also said that family came first and how could she consider some boyfriend more important than him? She'd folded and bought the ticket. It was for a week at the beginning of August. Justin walked in as I sat with my phone in my hands, half my stuff still on the floor in front of me. "Babe? You okay?" "My mom just bought me a plane ticket to go visit my brother next month..." "You guys still aren't getting along I thought?" "I haven't talked to him since April! He forced my mom to do it!" "Maybe he just wants you to see Yale and get away before you start school yourself. He's graduating next year, isn't he?" "Yeah. Maybe." "I think you should go and have fun. If he's a jerk, don't spend time with him. Go make new friends." "You're not mad? We're just starting our summer together." "It's only a few days. And I'll be here when you get back, too." he pulled me close and kissed me. "I'm not going anywhere..." his fingers trailed gently down my bare back. "And I'm not just saying that because you're in that hot little bikini." he joked, undoing the top of my bikini and pulling it off. "I love you, Kenzie." he whispered softly, looking at me tenderly. "I hope it's not too soon for me to tell you that." For the first time that I could remember since meeting him, he looked genuinely nervous as the seconds ticked past. "I love you, too." I said, kissing him softly. "I love you." He held me close as a couple tears welled up in my eyes and I swiped them away, glad that he couldn't see them. It was going to be an intense few weeks until I left for my trip. He grinned at me as he pressed play on his iPhone on the speakers and Boys II Men "I'll Make Love to You" came on. I couldn't stop giggling as he rolled on top of me and covered my face playfully with kisses. "Oh, are we making love now?" I asked kiddingly, pressing my knees into his chest, keeping him away from me. "If I can make love to you while spankin' that ass." he bit my neck and pulled off my bikini bottom in one tug, throwing it onto the floor where my top already lay. His shirt and boxers followed a few moments later. He wasted no time rolling me over onto my hands and knees and pressing up against me. We usually played around and enjoyed foreplay for quite a while, but sometimes we just couldn't help wanting each other quick and dirty. Nothing wrong with a quickie now and then, right? He kissed softly down my neck as he quickly put a condom on and pushed inside of me, his hand pressed my back down til my face was in the pillow and his hips met my ass. "Uhn babe, you feel so freaking good." he squeezed my ass with both hands as he started to slide in and out of me, his breath picking up in pace almost immediately. He got so excited, which turned me on even more. "I can't believe I get this beautiful body all to myself, every fuckin' day till school starts. How're you even gonna walk half the time?" he teased, his cock filling every inch of me up in a way I could have only imagined before. When I didn't respond, he slapped my ass. Hard. "The answer is you won't. You'll be too busy here in bed." he tugged at my hair as he slid out of me completely and slammed back in when I whimpered in protest. Justin and I shared a penchant for dirty talk, despite how polite and romantic he was out of the bedroom, and it was truly the best of both worlds. "I love how fucking horny you are. You just want it all the time like I do." he leaned forward to kiss the back of my neck. "You know no matter how rough and dirty we do it, I never get enough of you either." I gasped as he slid in deeper, his hand coming down hard on my ass again. "You or this cute little ass." He pulled out of me and rolled over so he was on his back, pulling me on top of him. "C'mon, ride me, cowgirl." I tugged at his hair and stuck my tongue out at him playfully, but I quickly bit my lip and let out a moan as I slid all the way down on top of him. "Ohhhh, yeah." he gripped my hips, obviously out of impatience, as he pulled me up and down on his cock. "You look so fucking sexy on top of me." he thrust his hips up as I pushed mine down, over and over, my nails digging into his chest. Out of nowhere, Ryder popped into my head, and I couldn't look down at Justin without seeing my brother's face. Even worse was the fact that picturing Ryder under me as I rode him was making me approach orgasm rapidly. Way too fast. I gasped and moaned Justin's name as I struggled to keep thrusting down on him, my hand working its way down to find my clit, rubbing it feverishly. "Fuck yeah, baby. Come on my cock. Hurry up, come on." he coaxed me, as he always knew worked so well and got me so hot and bothered. My mind flashed back to the way Ryder had called me kitten and cooed at me to come. Justin spanked my ass fucking hard and I yelped. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck, fuck, fuck." I moaned, slamming my hips down as I started to come, wetness dripping everywhere as I rode him hard and fast, screaming out his name and my pleasure. He flipped me over mid-orgasm, and drilled into me, pushing in as deep as he could as he buried his face in my neck and came, calling my name. Both of us were breathing hard as he rolled off of me and looked over at me, "Damn. I mean, you always are sexy when you come, but what got into you?" "You. Duh." "You little jerk." he tickled my sides and I giggled. "Be right back, honey." he went to the bathroom and I mentally slapped myself. I couldn't let Ryder ruin this wonderful thing I had going. I really did love Justin. It was just my fucked up mind that kept letting thoughts of Ryder slip in sub-consciously. ~ The next few weeks went by way quicker than I imagined they would, and much faster than I had hoped. Before I knew it, I was packing a suitcase for my trip and Justin was watching from what had become "our" bed. "I'm going to miss you, cutie pie." "We'll text. And talk. And Skype. Thank god for technology." "I can't kiss you over Skype. Or do this," he slapped my ass hard as I bent over to put something in my suitcase. "Hey!" "Hi!" he laughed and smiled his innocent little smile at him and I fell a little more in love with him, like I did every time he looked at me that way. "Wanna go to the beach today? Since you're leaving tomorrow and I'm not gonna see you in a bikini...all week long." he pouted and made puppy dog eyes at me. I hit him with a pillow. "Fine, fine. Yes, let's go to the beach." The next morning, Justin was kissing me outside of the airport. He wasn't the type of guy to be all over you in the bar or at a restaurant, but when the situation called for it, he was all about the PDA. He wasn't being shy about it either, as he caressed my face and kissed me so passionately. "I love you, babe. Have a safe flight. Call me when you get to the school, or when you land. Have a good time." he squeezed my butt hard and slapped it once for good measure. My face flushed and I ran into the airport, dragging my carry-on and my laptop bag in with me. Once I was on the plane, the nervousness and butterflies hit. What was going to happen? Was Ryder going to act normal towards me? Was he going to ignore me? Try to recreate the last time we'd been together? I couldn't very well sleep with him now! As if I needed another reason, I was in a committed relationship - and happy. Not that he would care much about that. He was known for getting what he wanted, no matter the circumstances. My head was whirling the entire flight, minus the couple of hours I managed to sleep. I just couldn't help but worry something awful was going to happen. I wanted to take Justin's advice and have fun, despite whatever antics Ryder might be up to, but I knew my brother. It would be hard to get away from him if that's not what he had planned. It was dark by the time I stepped off the plane and got myself through the airport and outside by the arrivals baggage claim area. My plane was a few minutes late, so he should have already been here, but when I called him, he sounded rushed and out of breath. "Fuck, sorry!" "Where are you?" "At school!" "That's over a half hour away. Are you seriously going to make me wait that long? My flight is already late." "Sorry." and with that he hung up. I suppressed a scream and called Justin to let him know I'd arrived. Forty-five minutes later, my brother pulled up in his ridiculous truck. He got out and helped me put my suitcase in the back and pulled me in for a hug. "God, I missed you. I'm so sorry." he wrapped his arms tightly around me and I could tell people all around us were staring. He tugged at a strand of my hair gently. "Forgive me for being late, Kitten?" I rolled my eyes. "Fine. But I'm hungry." I stepped up into his truck and he came around the other side. "Me too..." he looked at me and bit his lip. "No! Food. Please." He laughed and pulled out of the airport, heading in the direction back to Yale. "Whatever you want, little sis." He squeezed my thigh and rested his hand on my leg. "What are you doing?" "Just being friendly." he shrugged and kept his eyes on the road. This was going to be a long night. By the time we got back to his on-campus apartment after dinner, it was already past midnight. We stepped in the door and some incredibly attractive guy who was covered in tattoos who I'd never seen before was sitting on the couch, watching a movie. "Kenz, this is Oliver, my new roommate. Oliver, Kenzie." "You and Adrian broke up?" "We're not living together. Obviously. Oliver lives here now." he hit me playfully in the side and pulled my suitcase and bag across the apartment. "Follow me. This is my room." he put the suitcase and laptop bag down next to the bed. It was surprisingly neat and clean in his bedroom. I glanced over. One full sized bed. Did he really expect that I was just going to spend the week sleeping in his bed with him? He met my gaze. "I mean, it's a two-bedroom apartment. Unless you want to go sleep with my roommate you just met." "He's less likely to try to fuck me." I snapped. Ryder's face fell. "I'm not trying to hurt you, Kenz..." "I have a boyfriend." "I know. I'll sleep on the couch if you want me to." he offered, but I knew it was likely an empty offer. "Maybe I will go sleep in your roommate's room!" I joked, punching him in the chest. I had to do everything I could to keep the sibling rivalry up and any tension out of the equation. "I'm exhausted. Can I take a shower?" he nodded and handed me a towel. The shower helped to clear my head, but when I got out, I saw Ryder passed out on top of the blankets, naked except for a tight pair of boxer briefs that did almost nothing to hide the big cock I knew was hidden beneath. I swallowed loudly and tiptoed towards my suitcase to find some clothes. Was I imagining it or did he have a semi-hard on? I averted my eyes and pulled on a pair of panties and a long t-shirt. I needed to figure out how to make this week bearable. I tried to push him to one side of the bed, but it was almost impossible to move his large frame, so I just squeezed in between him and the wall. He groaned and rolled over, curling up behind me. I froze, thinking he might have woken up. He wrapped an arm around my side and then went still again. My breathing had increased and my heart was thumping in my chest. Why couldn't I have had the ugliest, most boring brother in the world that would have had no chance of breeding any tension between us? I woke up in the middle of the night to find Ryder's rock hard cock against my ass. My shirt had ridden up and my tiny panties didn't cover much of my ass. "Fuck." I heard from behind me. "You're awake?" I whispered angrily, reaching behind me to pull my shirt down. He grabbed my wrist and pinned it behind me. "Shh...I'm trying to sleep." With his other hand, he grabbed my hip and pulled me tightly onto his erection. I whimpered against my will. I felt him start to rub up and down against my ass, only two small pieces of clothing separating us. "Ryder, stop." he leaned forward and brushed my hair away from my neck, kissing the tender skin softly. "I love you, Kenzie. It feels so right with you. Nothing has felt right since Christmas." I cringed and whimpered as he pulled his cock out of his boxers and slid it directly against my panties. "You feel so right. You're so precious. I'm so sorry I hurt you. Please let me make it better." "I c-can't cheat on my boyfriend... it's not right." "But it feels so right!" he exclaimed, moaning as I squeezed my thighs together impulsively, squeezing him as a result. "And so good." The head of his cock teased at my clit, rubbing through my soaked panties. He hooked his thumb in the waistband. "Lemme just take em off and we can go back to bed." he mumbled, pulling them down over my ass, as far as my closed thighs would let him. Go to bed? Yeah right. He reached around and started to play with my left nipple, rolling it and sucking on my neck. "C'mon, please, kitten? I need you so badly. It's been so hard without you here these past months." he pulled aside the crotch of my panties for a moment, letting the bare skin of his rock hard cock press against my bare lips. I let out a long moan as I could literally feel drops of my wetness dripping onto him. I knew he could feel it too and there was no way to deny it. My thighs instinctively relaxed and he yanked the underwear off, throwing them across the room. Seconds later, before I had a chance to process anything, he was gripping my hips and his cock was inside me. "Fuh - Ryder! No! And without a condom again?! P-put one on." I'd literally been there a few hours and he was already starting to fuck me again?! What was wrong with us?! I tried to push my elbow back against his chest, but he pulled me closer and kept sliding his cock deep into me, making my mind go blank with lust and before I knew it, I was grinding my hips back into him. I tried to tell myself it was merely a natural sexual response, but I knew it wasn't all there was to it. He reached around my body and started to rub my clit as he kissed the back of my neck and drove his cock deep into me with each upward thrust. Reaching around to my hips, he pulled me up to my knees and grabbed my hands, pushing them against the wall in front of me as my face was forced into the bed. "Fucking. Take. It." he groaned behind me, pushing his huge cock into me over and over. I'd stopped protesting, not that my previous attempts had been very strong. Half of me wanted to let go and enjoy every second of it and the other half was furious with him, and furious with myself. I had a boyfriend and he didn't respect that. He was being a bad influence. But fucking hell, could he light my body on fire. "Tell me he fucks you like this. Look at me and tell me you feel like this when you're with him." his hand was in my hair, yanking it so my eyes were on his. His other hand grabbed my breast hard and pinched my nipple. "I didn't think so." he squeezed my ass hard, pulling it back onto his cock, groaning out. "Hold on, it's way too hot in here." The summer heat was obviously getting to his head, but it was also making us both sweat like crazy. He pulled out of me and got up, walking bare ass naked into the living room where he turned the AC on. I slid onto my back, pulling my legs up onto my chest and he grinned when he walked back in and saw me. "So sexy, you're getting ready for me again." "N-no, that's not what I-" but he cut me off yet again, sliding his cock right back inside me and pushing my legs hard up against my chest as he reached between us to rub my clit. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard." "Ryder!" I whined, as he stroked in and out methodically, his gaze meeting mine. "Yeah, I love it when you say my name," he teased, licking his lower lip as his legs trembled slightly. "You need to wear a condom," I repeated, "please?" He pulled out quickly, grabbing one from the bedside drawer, ripping it open and was back inside me within seconds. I cringed thinking about how many times he'd had to have practiced that. "Happy now? I just wanna make you a happy little kitten," he pouted, even as he slid ever so slowly in and out, driving my body crazy. I pushed my hips into him and whimpered again. I wouldn't admit that I wanted it. I couldn't give in like that. Something changed in his eyes when he looked down at me and suddenly he pulled out of me and got up. "I'm sorry. God, I'm sorry." "W-what are you doing? Where are you...?" he pulled his boxers up and left the room, shutting the door hard behind him. I lay there on my back, my pussy dripping wet and in total shock for at least a few minutes before I got up and wrapped the sheet around me, following him out into the living room. "Ryder?" he was curled up on the couch, a large afghan wrapped around him. His eyes were shut and the room was mostly dark except the dull glow of the TV. I sat on the edge of the couch. "What just happened?" "I'm such a fuck up. What am I doing?" he whispered loudly. "I love you so much and this is so fucked up. I can't help the ways that I want you and I just forced myself on you and you just make me so damn crazy. I should be happy for you that you have a boyfriend. I told my roommate you were an ex visiting just so that he wouldn't think it was weird if he heard anything. What is wrong with me? You don't deserve this. I'm going to sleep out here." he turned away from me and pulled the afghan over his head. I sighed. I was way too tired to protest. I made my way back to the bedroom, barely getting in bed before I fell back asleep. The next day, Ryder was pouring on the sweetheart act. He had made breakfast for all 3 of us by the time I got up and put some pj's on. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head when I came into the kitchen, holding me close to him. "Missed you, Kenz." "Um, yeah. Me too." His roommate was watching us with a knowing grin and I blushed. Great, now everyone in the world had heard me have sex. "So, you guys ever have a threesome?" he said, in that half-joking tone people like to test the waters with. In another life, I might have loved the idea. If Ryder wasn't my brother, if I wasn't having the most fucked-up dilemmas, if I didn't have a boyfriend... maybe. Oliver was great looking. But I wasn't about to add something else to this destructive mix. Ryder punched Oliver hard in the arm. "Did you really just ask that?" "From the stories you've told me about your exes and the girls you've been with..." he trailed off, realizing what an asshole he sounded like. "Great breakfast, bro. Top of the line deliciousness." he dug into the plate of food Ryder had set in front of him. "C'mon babe. Eat up. Big day planned." he kissed my cheek and sat down across from me at the counter. I poked my eggs with my food. Oliver put his hand on my leg and I glared at him. Ryder couldn't see from across the counter. I tried shaking it off, but I didn't want them to get in a fight over it so I gently removed it from my leg. He winked at me. Was I seriously in some type of fucked up porno movie or something? This was unreal. I ate as much as I could stomach and walked outside to the balcony, enjoying the hot sun on my arms and face for a few moments, before Oliver followed me outside. Cum Visit for Some Summer Fun "I'm sorry, I must have read the signals wrong. I kinda thought you were giving me signs you were interested." he cocked his head to the side. "I think you're cute. But I'm obviously here with your roommate. Isn't that kinda fucked up of you?" "I guess. Ryder's done his fair share of chick stealing from what I've heard." "You should respect each other more than that." Where was this responsible Kenzie coming from? I had no idea, but it was making my head hurt. "I'm down to go out tonight, though. The three of us. I'm definitely in the mood to drink." "That sounds like a plan!" he high fived me and headed back inside. Ryder, hands still wet from the dishes, grabbed me around the waist. "What sounds like a plan?" "Bar tonight?" "Sure. But for now, pool time. Get your ass in a bikini." he slapped my butt hard and I hurried away, into the bedroom to change. As I donned one of my bikinis, I searched for logical explanations. This was my rebellious stage? I'd never really done anything remotely off the wall like this. Cheating? Would never have crossed my mind. The worst thing I'd done is drank a little and smoked weed, which was considered pretty normal for someone my age. I knew a lot of my friends and Ryder's friends even were doing a lot of things which would be considered way more morally corrupt than anything I would ever do in this lifetime, but it didn't help me to feel better about my own actions. I felt so out of character. Ryder drove me insane and made me feel like someone besides myself. He always had, just in a different way now than before. Maybe I should just drop all of the worrying and let things happen as they happen. What's that saying? Life's short? You only live once? Whatever. I grabbed three towels from the closet and smiled brightly at Oliver as I exited the bedroom. "You coming with us?" "Oh, sure." he glanced down at his boxer briefs and t-shirt. "I should probably go change." Ryder came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of swim trunks and my eyes travelled down his body, unable to stop myself from checking him out. His eyes gleamed as he noticed, coming forward to swoop me up into his arms, carrying me like a baby. "You look gorgeous." he whispered into my ear, pushing the hair away from my face and kissing me softly on the lips. "I love you, and I want to do everything I can to protect you." "I want to stop worrying. I can't stress out over this. We have to just do our best to behave. Okay?" he nodded and set me down, giving my butt a quick squeeze. "Lemme grab a few beers and we'll head out to the pool. I see you got the towels." I just nodded and watched as he disappeared into the kitchen. Oliver came out of the bathroom and I swallowed hard. He was hiding a serious body underneath that old t-shirt. And more tattoos. A lot of tattoos. God, what was wrong with me? I had such a great guy waiting for me at home. "Rethinking that offer?" Oliver said half-jokingly, touching my side. An electric shiver went up my back and I giggled. "I've never done that." I said quietly, not wanting to make Ryder mad if he heard. "Me either. But it seems like it would be fun." he shrugged and grabbed one of the towels from my hands, putting his sunglasses on. Ryder came out of the kitchen with a 12 pack and we were off to enjoy the summer rays and cool water. He slung his arm around my shoulders and led me to the pool area, which was downstairs and in a secluded area in the middle of the building. I dropped the towels and slipped my own shades on, laying down on one of the plush pool chairs, spreading my body out for the sun to bathe. Both guys stopped dead in their tracks, as did a couple of the guys already lounging by the pool. It's funny, up until the last few months, I'd never thought that much of my body, but it sure did seem to draw a lot of attention more recently. Maybe it was just something in the summer air. I shook my head and gestured for the boys to hit the pool. Ryder wasted no time jumping in, while Oliver opted to sit and dip his toes in. My head was still spinning a little, so I figured relaxing in the sun would do me some good. My phone buzzed and I glanced down at it. A text from Justin, "Hey babe hope you're having fun. I'm not watching Breaking Bad without u!" I grinned and closed my eyes. I don't know how much time passed, but I must have dozed off, because I woke to the feeling of sensual caressing to my breast. I let out a soft moan and another hand came over my mouth. I looked up. Ryder. Of course. "Here?! Really?" I gasped, as his other hand slid between my legs. "No one's looking. I want you so bad. C'mon, Kenz. We didn't finish last night and I'm going crazy." I bit my lower lip. He wasn't the only one. I glanced over to the pool, where Oliver was swimming. "How long was I lying here?" "Only like twenty minutes. You look so sexy in that bikini laying out in the sun. My summer fantasy come to life. Lemme take you upstairs. We'll be back before he notices." He pulled me up and dragged me by the hand towards the gate, giving me no choice. We were barely inside the door before he had my bikini bottoms off and his hands were roughly pawing at my breasts, picking me up and placing me backwards over the couch in the middle of the living room, pushing between my legs as he pulled his wet swim trunks off. He held me by my thighs as he dipped his head down to taste me, licking at my already soaking wet clit. I grabbed at his hair and moaned, one hand coming up to yank the cups of my top up and grab at my tits again. "I need this. Maybe... maybe second time's the charm, you know?" He stood up and pulled me to the edge of the couch. I was gripping on, afraid he would flip the couch over, but he just positioned his cock at my dripping wet hole and pushed right in. "No condom, Kenz. It's okay. I'll pull out." he buried his face in my tender neck, sucking at the skin there, biting down hard. It was like he was ravenous and couldn't get enough. He pushed into me hard and fast. This time was much like last time, fast and dirty, in search of release. And this time I knew he wasn't going to stop until he got it. He leaned forward and grabbed one of my nipples between his teeth, rolling the other one in his hand as he still held me still on the couch and pounded into me. "So. Good. So fucking good." he groaned, throwing his head back as he pinched my nipples. Without warning, he thrust deep into me and held himself there, groaning my name loudly as he filled me up with his hot cum. I cringed, knowing I should have made him find a condom. He lifted me off the couch and carried me into the bedroom, sitting me down on the bed. "S-sorry about that. I didn't think I'd cum so fast." he grinned mischievously at me. "Does it feel good?" "I didn't cum." he raised an eyebrow. "I could go again." "No." I slipped off the bed and back into the living room to grab my bikini bottoms, heading for the bathroom. After I'd cleaned myself up, I walked past him towards the door. He had his swim trunks back on already and he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me close to him. "What are you doing, Kenz? Are you upset because you didn't finish?" "No! I'm upset because of all of this! I feel like a crazy person. This isn't me." Ryder hung his head and hugged me, this time in a brotherly way. "I know. This has got me all mixed up inside, too. I keep telling myself to treat you just like my little sister again, but how am I supposed to do that? It's a lie." "I think I need to just be alone for a little bit and think. You should go back out there and enjoy yourself. I just need to rest, okay?" He frowned but squeezed me again and went outside. Crawling into bed, I called Justin, "Hello? Babe!" "Baby, it's horrible here," I started to cry the second I heard his voice. He spent the next fifteen minutes cheering me up and trying to make me have a better attitude about the whole trip. I felt like a terrible person. After we'd said our goodbyes, Oliver and my brother burst into the apartment. Upon investigation, they'd apparently drank the entire twelve pack to themselves and were quite intoxicated. They were laying on the couch laughing to themselves and Oliver had a joint lit. I leaned against the door frame and cocked an eyebrow at Ryder. After he had blown a gasket yelling at me for smoking weed, I was surprised to see he was indulging. I sat on the couch between them and turned the TV on. "Have you guys eaten anything? It's way too early in the morning to be this drunk." They both ignored me and I found my way into the fridge to cook something up for breakfast. Meanwhile, I racked my brain for ideas. I just wish I had a more normal situation that I could talk to my friends about. What was I supposed to do, call up a chick friend and say, "Oh you know, the usual. Cheating on my bf with my brother. What's a girl to do?" As if. What I needed was a true heart to heart with Ryder and just put everything out there. We kept brushing on it, but never really addressing things head-on. Had he really meant it when he said that second time was the charm? "Ryder, why don't you guys sit over here and eat some food and then you and I can have a little chat?" He nodded and the boys scurried into the kitchen to wolf down the eggs I had made. At least I was useful for something besides sex! After they'd eaten, Oliver lounged on the couch, though I'd made sure to lay some towels down so they didn't ruin it with their wet trunks. I dragged Ryder into his bedroom and shut the door. "I know you're drunk, but we need to talk. Like, seriously." he nodded and brushed his hair out of his face. "Me first," I started, but he interrupted me. "Look, Kenzie. I don't know what came over me. I was obviously deprived of good sex and during Christmas seeing you it was obvious you had become a hot woman. I couldn't help myself. And after I came back here nobody else seemed as hot. Sounds fucked up, but it happens. I know it was wrong what we did, but we can move past it." "What about last night?! And today? 'Second time is the charm'?" "I just wanted to break my drought. Look, we'll have a good time this next few days. I'll show you around campus, you can meet some of my friends, yada yada, then you go back home to your boyfriend and college. It'll be fine." "What about these feelings you keep talking about?" "I'll be fine. Feelings are pointless anyway," he shrugged his shoulders. "You're my little sis." he whispered, "I'm supposed to love you." The words were exactly what he should be saying and exactly what I should want to hear, so why was my heart hurting from hearing them and my head feeling so fucked up? He pinched my cheek and patted my back. "You didn't eat anything, so let's go back out there and watch a movie and eat some breakfast and enjoy the day. Later we're taking you out to the bar like you wanted." I watched him saunter out of the room, and just like that, something seemed to change in him again. The old Ryder seemed to be back, at least temporarily. I followed him out, nervously running my hand through my hair before I realized what I was doing. Oliver gave me a big, drunken grin from the couch, "How are you two gonna be up for drinking by tonight?" "We're pros. Come sit down here." he patted the couch next to him as Ryder messed around in the kitchen. I plopped down next to him and he grinned, "You're still wearing your suit. Which is a very cute one, I must add." This guy was incorrigible! I thought cute guys flirting with me wouldn't matter once I was in a happy relationship, but it was natural to be flattered, right? Damn my soap opera of a life! Melodramatic, maybe, but seemingly true. Ryder put a bowl of cereal and milk in front of me. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention what a great cook my brother was. He kissed my cheek softly and sat down on the other side of me. I pulled my legs under me and tried not to pay attention to either of the cute guys sitting next to me. The kind of girls they could be pulling! The night out at the bar was relatively uneventful. It involved me having a couple of drinks at the beginning of the night, while both Oliver and Ryder got hammered, did drunken karaoke, and I was forced to drive them both home. Oliver pawed at my legs the whole drive home, while Ryder mumbled drunkenly from the back seat. I knew at that moment that it had been a mistake to come here. To try to convince myself that I didn't feel anything for Ryder was one thing when I was 3000 miles away and in the arms of a truly wonderful boyfriend, but trying to do that when I was staying with him was impossible. I couldn't stay the whole week. Not if I wanted to get out of there without fucking him again. Regardless of what he'd said in his speech, I knew that there was more to the story than that. "I was thinking we should go to a water park today. My friends hit me up and they're going in a big group. What do you think about that?" Ryder said, entering the living room from his bedroom. I'd spent the night on the couch after he'd passed out across the bed, not wanting a repeat of the previous night. Oliver had gotten up in the morning and apologized for his behavior, offering me a pot of coffee. After learning I didn't drink it, he made me a cup of tea and we spent the morning sitting on the couch discussing life. Halfway into our conversation, he'd looked at me seriously and said, "If you guys are having problems, I can listen, you know? I know I've been flirtatious and joked around with you, but it doesn't seem like you're happy here. Don't run away from your issues. They won't solve themselves." I nodded and smiled, not taking him up on his offer, at least not yet. But his words resounded with me long after, as Ryder entered the room and casually suggested plans for the day. "I'm a little jet lagged and not feeling well from yesterday. Why don't you guys go?" I suggested, looking at Oliver with a friendly smile. "I'm honestly really hungover, bro. I'm gonna sit this one out." Oliver shrugged, laying back on the couch. "You guys are pansies! You sure, si-babe?" Ryder caught himself, his face flushing. "I can just tell them I'm not going if you want do something else." "Totally fine. Have fun." he shrugged and went to get ready, leaving ten minutes later with a bag packed. He kissed the top of my head and was out the door just like that. I looked over at Oliver and he smiled. "How does breakfast and a movie sound? Don't tell Ryder, but I'm actually a good cook." "Can I help?" Oliver actually seemed like a really nice guy when he wasn't being unnecessarily flirtatious. I think we just got off on the wrong foot. I chopped up veggies while he whisked eggs, and we seemed to talk about everything under the sun besides Ryder and my relationship. I had this strange feeling that he knew there was something fishy about us, but maybe it was just my own paranoia. When we were sitting on the couch with a plate full of omelette, potatoes, and a waffle, I realized I was still sneaking glances at him, in all of his half naked glory. Was it truly natural to be so attracted to other guys when you were in a relationship? Or was I not meant to be with just one guy? I did believe in monogamy, but maybe there was something to be said about enjoying your youth single? God, I'm being such an asshole... I got up to get a drink and Oliver joined me in the kitchen to help. I raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm capable of carrying two glasses, you know." he just smiled and nodded. "Beautiful and capable." He reached behind me to grab something off the counter and momentarily his body was pressed into mine. I bit my lower lip as I felt his semi-hard cock rub against my ass and I gripped the counter and shut my eyes for a second to try to shake off the feeling of sexual tension. I'd had sex two times in the past day and hadn't achieved orgasm - that alone was enough to make a girl frustrated. But Oliver was incredibly attractive, I couldn't help it. His breath was on the back of my neck and he hadn't moved. It felt like minutes had gone by, but I knew it was just a matter of a few seconds. "Sorry." he mumbled, and I picked up both glasses and turned around so my body was facing him, squeezed between the counter and him. He leaned down and I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he put a hand on my waist and whispered into my ear, "If you were my 'girlfriend', there's no way in Hell I'd be out at a waterpark instead of taking you to bed." I blushed profusely and wedged my way out of his grasp and into the living room. Fuck! I wanted to punch something. Besides feeling like a terrible person, the level of tension in my body was insane. I just wanted to come! I played the movie and changed the subject, doing everything I could to stay on other topics besides Ryder or sex. It worked for most of the day, between watching movies, playing board games, and swimming. After we had laid by the pool for a couple of hours, it was starting to get late. Oliver told me that Ryder had texted him and said he wouldn't be back until later in the night, so he suggested we watch some cheesy movie and make cocktails. Three drinks in, I was pretty drunk and Oliver was at the stove again, making quesadillas. I don't think he was as drunk as me, because he came over and plopped down on the couch and picked up another beer, taking a big sip. He handed me a plate of food and grinned. "Food is the best when you're drunk." I stuffed my mouth with food so I couldn't say anything stupid, and I pressed play on the movie. "He's not really your boyfriend, is he?" "What? I mean, we're not officially together." I knew that wasn't what he meant, but I was pretty drunk and I had to be careful what I said. "You guys look so alike. You're kidding yourselves that people will believe you're dating. Or fuck buddies." "What are you saying to me right now?" "It's obvious you guys are related." I swallowed hard and put down my glass of juice. He put his arm gently on my shoulders. "It's okay. You don't have to be ashamed. Shit happens, man. I'm sure you wouldn't be doing what you're doing unless you were at your wit's end. I'm not even concerned about that part of it. It's just the way you seem so miserable and jumpy. And... if I might add, totally not sexually satisfied." I blushed. Was he seriously telling me he knew we were siblings and didn't care? He was more concerned for my lack of orgasms? I felt his other hand slowly drifting up my leg to my thigh and slowly towards my inner thigh. "He wouldn't have to know..." "I have a boyfriend." I squeaked, "He doesn't know about Ryder and I already feel awful." Oliver's hand stopped travelling but he squeezed my leg. "It's okay. I won't tell him. I just want to make you relax and have a good time." I nodded, not even realizing what I was doing. He leaned in to kiss my neck and his phone rang loudly. Seriously? He answered it with a loud sigh, "Hi Ryder. Yes, I'll make sure she eats. Okay. Yeah, okay." he hung up and looked at me. "He told me to care care of you... which is exactly what I plan on doing." He leaned forward to kiss me and I closed my eyes. Everything was a mess in my mind. All I knew was there was a pair of very nice lips pressing against mine and a strong arm pulling me on top of a very fit body. I kissed him back fervently, whimpering as he grabbed my ass hard. Suddenly there was a key jangling in the lock and I found myself on the floor. He must have pushed me off him and I giggled at the thought. "Ryder?" I called out. He stepped into the room and rushed over. "Why are you on the floor, babe?" He slipped his arms under my back and legs and pulled me up into his arms. He kissed my forehead softly and glared at Oliver. "Did you get her drunk and just let her lie on the floor? Idiot." He carried me into the bedroom and slammed the door behind us with his leg, pushing me back onto the bed and kneeling over me. "God, I missed you today. You look so freaking beautiful and all flushed and drunk. Are you too drunk right now?" I shook my head. I needed this. He needed to fuck me right now and make me come. Cum Visit for Some Summer Fun "No. Just drunk enough to know you need to make me finish this time." He hung his head, "I know, I'm sorry. I've been selfish." he pulled my panties down from under my dress in one movement, pulling his shirt and swim trunks off immediately after. Then he pushed me further up the bed and pulled my dress over my head. "I feel like I'm fucking bi-polar over things with you. What I said earlier. And then the way I feel now." "I feel like a slut." My head was whirling and my pussy was soaked He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly, wrapping tendrils of my hair around his hand. He yanked and pulled the strands tightly. I reveled in the way his muscled body covered mine completely and the way his other hand smoothly slipped under me to grab my ass. Ryder started kissing down my neck to my breasts, wasting no time as he kissed down my body. He used his knee to spread my legs apart, just in time to place a kiss on my clit. "Fuck, getting right to it, huh?" I whispered, and he laughed. "Well, I kinda got mine twice... you deserve to get yours." There was no more talking after that, because his tongue quickly became very busy. I was already so wet, my hips moving on their own accord as he teased, running his tongue up and down my slit. I tried to be more quiet this time, but I couldn't help that my moans started coming out as he slid two fingers into me, his tongue worked my clit mercilessly. My back arched off the bed as I humped my pussy up towards his mouth. "Wait, I have an idea," he said with a grin, as he slid from between my legs and lay down on his back. "Climb up here, little sis." I blushed and swung one leg over his body and sat my pussy right on his face. He gripped my thigh hard with one hand and my ass in the other, as his tongue instantly found my clit. I pressed my hands into the wall behind him as I ground down onto him, "Fuck, this was a great idea." I moaned, thoroughly enjoying the new leverage I had to grind onto his tongue. "Oh, Jesus," I moaned as he sucked my clit into his mouth, "You're gonna make your little sister cum on your face." He slapped my ass hard and I squeezed the side of his face with my thighs, "Oh fuck, right there." his tongue went into overdrive, licking at my clit. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum. Ryder, fuck, fuck, god, I'm cummmmmming!" I grabbed his hair hard in my hands as my hips ground down onto his face as I started to cum, and he never stopped licking, even as I screamed out in pleasure. My face got red as I saw he'd pulled away to smirk up at me. "What?" I slipped off, letting my still dripping pussy slide all the way down his body till I was sitting on top of him. He reached behind my ass to slip a condom on. "Absolutely nothing. That was hot." He positioned me, lifting my body and sliding me down on his rock hard cock all in one movement. It was like the wind had been knocked out of me, the way I half-moaned and gasped, leaning forward to grab onto his shoulders for leverage. He wrapped his hands around my hips and started pulling me up and down, teasingly slow. Each time, he thrust up into me so deeply, I swear I could feel him in my stomach. "H-how did you do that?" "Do what?" "F-fucking pull me down like that in one go." He grinned and wrapped his hand around my neck lightly, the other hand playing with my tits. "I bet you can do it too..." he winked. I bit my lower lip and tilted my ass upwards, sliding my slick pussy all the way off his dick, taking a moment to tease my clit with the head. He glanced down and I took the opportunity to slam all the way down in one thrust. This time I knocked the wind out of myself, moaning as I ground against him. "I need you to do it hard and fast, fuck this slow bullshit." I blurted out. I know he was trying to give me what I wanted, in order to please me, but honestly I just needed to get it good. He didn't waste any time flipping me over onto my stomach and slamming back inside me, gripping my hair with one hand as I managed to get onto my knees. My pussy was so wet, it was dripping down my thighs and his balls, even the bed was started to get covered in drops of my wetness. "It's so fucking hot how wet I make you." he moaned into my ear, as he thrust in and out of my little pussy. "You like how your big brother fucks you? You wanna cum for your brother all over again? Huh, kitten? Little kitten likes when I fuck her tight little pussy from behind?" He could barely get the words out between moans, but kept trying to coax it out of me anyway."I fucking love bending my little sis over and sliding my big cock into her tight little cunt, feeling that wetness all over me as she tries not to cum," he chuckled, "It's pointless to try to stop it, I can feel how hard you're clenching on me, kitten." I let out the breath I was holding and moaned loudly. "Can't help it, don't want it to end." I knew I should be feeling guiltier, but in the moment, my orgasm was looming, and all I could think about was getting there. "I'm gonna fuck you till you cum, don't you worry about that." "Not if you cum first." I retorted. "Oh, this again, huh? Kitten, remember what happened last time?" he reached around and started to rub my slick clit in circles as he still pounded into me. "W-what happened last time?" "You came like a little bitch, all over me." I whimpered. God, he could write an erotic novel with the type of dirty talk he had in his tool belt. "That's not how I remember it," I moaned, clutching the sheets in my hands, trying desperately not to give him the satisfaction of making me cum yet. "I remember," he paused to slap my ass hard, making me yelp, "the way you shuddered and moaned underneath me as you came all over my cock, little sis. I remember the way you screamed out as you came and came and came for your big bro, just like you're gonna do now. Cum for me, Kenzie. Cum all over me." I came apart like a doll, humping my ass back into him over and over as I moaned and writhed through my orgasm, biting my lower lip so hard it bled. My face was buried into the pillow to muffle my screams, but the orgasm that tore through my body was sure to wake the neighbors nonetheless. My legs felt like jelly as I trembled underneath him, and he still hadn't stopped thrusting into me. In fact, I think he'd picked up the pace. He leaned forward and bit into my neck hard as he jerked and started to cum. "My little sister is so fucking hot," he moaned, pulling me tighter into him as he filled up the condom. "Fuck, that was good." he quickly pulled out and got up to clean up, leaving me drunkenly lying face down on the bed to think about what I'd just done. "I only have tomorrow left here, you know? I leave the day after." "That soon already? Damn! Time goes by quickly when you're having fun." "This is the last time this is ever going to happen." Clarity and soberness suddenly hit me hard. "I mean it this time." "You didn't have fun?" "I can't handle your mood swings and this isn't right. I have a real chance of happiness. If you really love me, you will respect that and want me to be happy." He looked like I'd slapped him, but just laid down and rolled over. "You're right, I'm sorry." The next day was awkward at first, but we somehow made the best of it and enjoyed ourselves without it being too horrible. He took me around to meet some of his friends, we hung out at the local college pub, and when night time came, there was an outdoor movie at one of the campus parks. Oliver came with us and I ended up sitting between the guys. He leaned over as soon as the movie started and whispered to me, "I thought about the brief moment between us and I realized what a douche I was being. You told me about the position you were in and how badly you felt. I took advantage of a weak moment, and I'm really sorry. I may just be your brother's roommate, but I don't want to burn any bridges and add to your dilemma. Forgive me?" he sounded so sincere, I was surprised. I nodded and smiled. Maybe that was the universe's way of paying me back for talking to Ryder like I did last night. Things could be okay. I just had to decide what, if anything, I would say to Justin. When we got home from the movie, I packed my things in silence. Ryder watched from the bed, with a look in his eyes like he wanted to say something, but he never spoke. I slept on the couch that night, with a blanket Oliver had loaned me. It was soft and comfortable and reminded me of my little pink blanket back home. Morning came and Oliver volunteered to drive me to the airport, because Ryder still hadn't emerged from his bedroom. It was getting close to the time of my flight, and I couldn't wait any longer. I had already tried to wake him up a couple times, with no success. He had probably popped a couple of sleeping pills, like I knew he did when he couldn't sleep. I let Oliver take me to the airport, and we turned the radio on and drove without talking much. He dropped me off with a simple one-armed hug, and wished me luck. He gave me his phone number, telling me to call him if I needed anything or wanted to check up on Ryder. Hours later, I stepped off the plane back home, feeling sore and cramped from the long plane ride. I wheeled my carry-on through the terminal, picking up the pace as I caught sight of Justin near the exit. "Babe!" he exclaimed, and ran towards me, lifting me up into his arms and holding me close. "I missed you so much! It was only like five days and it felt like eternity without you. I'm such a chump," he laughed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started to cry. "What's wrong?" he set me down and pulled back to look at me. He was so nice and I was so messed up. Even though I'd meant what I had said to Ryder, I knew in the bottom of my heart if I saw him again, I didn't know if I'd be able to resist him. So maybe I could avoid him for another few years and make a happy life with Justin, but was that truly fair? "Babe. You must be so tired. Let's get you home." He took my carry-on in one hand and grabbed my hand in the other. By the time we got home, it was only about five, but I was exhausted, mentally and physically. I thought this kind of love triangle only happened in the movies, and the worst part was if I chose to tell Justin I had cheated, I couldn't even explain the true story. How could I learn to forgive myself? Should I even forgive myself? To be continued...