Anonymous Encounters(32)

Really? I hadn't heard anything but I'd been feeling sick lately with  the fainting spell over the cat and all that. I couldn't trust my  senses, everything was out of whack after being inundated by  formaldehyde.

So I hesitated. "You think we should see what it is?" I asked. It could  always be some hooligans, some of the other kids messing around. In  fact, I practically owed it to Chrissy's parents to check it out if that  was the case, they'd been so kind to me in light of my own  dysfunctional family.

Because, you see, I'm a Walsh. My mom was a single mom to four girls  –   Jenna, Tina, Karina, and me. It was rough raising the four of us, I mean  it's never easy with that many kids, much less four girls who didn't  exactly get along. But I thought we were doing okay until the events of  the last two years.

It turned out that Jenna wasn't even really my sister, at least not  biologically. She'd gone to NYC to be a model after dropping out of law  school, and a huge scandal had ensued. Someone had discovered a video of  my sister doing porn with two guys and released it, intent on wrecking  her career.

But it wasn't even Jenna in the film. Instead, it turns out my sister  had been given away as a baby by her biological parents and it was  actually an imposter named Violet in the video. Or more accurately,  Violet was Jenna's real twin, separated at birth but with the same  beautiful face, blonde hair, and curvaceous bod. I had no idea how Jenna  and Violet were getting along now because what could an A-list model  and D-list porn star have in common? Maybe a lot, actually.

But the baggage didn't stop there. Somehow, my family had gotten  involved with the Sterling brothers. It sounds perfect, right? Four  Sterling boys, four Walsh girls, we'd be one big happy family. And my  mom was engaged to Harold Sterling, the patriarch of the clan.

But everything just kept getting messed up. Jenna and Tina were in a  spat because Tina allegedly stole Jake Sterling from Jenna, breaking up  their engagement. And Karina and the twin boys, Cade and Caden  …  don't  even get me started. Although there was nothing "official" going on, I  suspected something  –  mainly that my sister was having sex with both  Cade and Caden, banging the boys in their shared apartment near NYU. But  it's not my business and so long as they were in New York, they were  far enough so that the fam could turn a blind eye.

So as you can tell, we Walsh girls are a piece of work. With the drama  that's surrounded us, things had gotten unbelievably complicated and I'd  taken refuge with Chrissy and her family, the reassuringly normal  Gordons. Of course, every family has its ups and downs, but compared  with mine, the Gordons were practically the Partridges, picture perfect  with smiling, golden children.

Out of a sense of loyalty, I opened the door, expecting to see some kids  drinking, maybe making out on the bed, that kind of thing. It'd be  gross but not unexpected, and at least it'd be easy to clean up.

But there was no one inside, the room silent.

"Come on," said Blake, leading the way to the en suite. "I thought I heard some noise coming from in here."

I followed tentatively behind him, trailing that masculine form. Blake  seemed so sure of himself, stealthy and agile, like he knew exactly what  he was doing while tracking an intruder.         

     



 

But there was no one in the tiled master bath either, no half-opened  window, no fluttering curtain indicating a quick escape. It was just a  regular bathroom, the vanity clear, the tub and shower gleaming white.

"Hmm, I'm not sure," I said perplexed. "I never heard anything, maybe it was  … "

I had been about to say "the wind," but I never got to finish because Blake covered my mouth with his.

"Oh!" was my muffled cry as those firm lips descended on mine, gentle,  roving, explorative. I'd kissed boys before but my sexual experience was  far behind that of my sisters. In fact, I was practically a nun  compared to them.

But it didn't seem to deter Blake. His big arms came around me and I  instinctively melted, enjoying the warmth, the feeling of security  pressed against that massive chest. He was two inches taller than anyone  I'd ever dated and much more athletic. I could feel the hardness of his  pecs, the faint tracing of washboard abs  …  and something insistent,  rising against my tummy, unmistakable in demand.

But before I could react, Blake had walked me backwards to the master  bedroom, pressing the backs of my calves against the king-size bed until  we toppled over, bouncing onto the floral bedspread.

I giggled a bit.

"Blake, we shouldn't be doing this," I whispered, scandalized. "This is Chrissy's parents' bedroom! It's so wrong!"

"It's no different from any other bed," he growled, nuzzling my neck  while tracing my décolletage with a finger. "In fact, it's better, it's  bigger than the futon I have at our trailer."

A futon? A trailer? He must have been living in temporary circumstances  but I couldn't think about that now, his hot mouth trailing closer to my  nipples distracting me, making me focus on nothing else.

"But Blake," I gasped. "We haven't locked the door  –  anyone could come in."

"I locked it," he growled, "you didn't notice, but I took care of everything baby girl."

And despite my reservations, I could feel myself melting, my body  growing soft and warm under his, receptive to that demanding male form.  It was senior year and I could afford to relax a little, enjoy some  downtime with a handsome man, especially one who'd "saved" me during  biology class. I wanted this, I wanted to explore physical attraction  with someone who made me steamy inside.

And Blake wasn't taking no for an answer. His hands had been busy,  undoing the strap at my neck, slowly peeling off the pink dress until I  was before him clad in nothing but my swimsuit.

"Thinking about taking a dip?" he said, his eyes ravenous, trailing up  and down my curves. "I like a little skinny-dipping, invite me anytime."

"Oh that," I breathed, giggling a bit. "Yeah Chrissy said we should have  our swimsuits underneath just in case we got pushed into the pool or  something."

"Good thinking," he growled, bending his head to nuzzle at my breast,  the edge of the nylon fabric just preventing him from accessing my  boobs. "Let's see what you've got here," he continued hungrily, and with  a teasing, tantalizing move, pulled the string of my bikini slowly,  undoing it, pulling off that pink ruffled fabric.

And judging from his expression, I've never been so happy as to have  natural Double Ds. They've been a pain in the past because sometimes I  get back aches, and they make certain outfits look ridiculous as if I  were Jessica Rabbit in heat.

But right now, my boobs were full, luscious, the dark pink nips doing me  proud. They were erect, standing stiffly in the cool air, and Blake  wasted no time in descending on them, suckling the pink into his mouth,  rolling the tip around like it was the tastiest piece of candy he'd ever  had.

"Ohhh," I moaned, tossing my head, "mmmm."

And the big man continued, circling the nub with his tongue, slowly  making concentric circles until he'd consumed all of my breast flesh  before moving to the other side to do more of the same, suckling hard  this time, pulling the hard, sensitive meat against his palate as I  writhed and cried out beneath him.

But he was dirtier than I imagined. While suckling, he pulled my hand up to my own breast, directing me to cup my jug.         

     



 

"Taste," he commanded.

"What?" I gasped. It felt so good when he did it, but he wanted to do it to myself now?

Blake nodded. "I like seeing my girls taste themselves  …  everywhere," he said.

And with a trembling hand, I lifted my mound to my mouth, tentatively  licking the point. It was wet, and hard, and  …  I dunno, good, I guess.  It clearly turned Blake on because he watched with rapt eyes as I licked  my own tit, that huge mound pressed to my face.

And I started to get into it, never breaking eye contact with the big  man, smiling at him as I suckled, massaging my boob, getting into it by  rolling the pink a bit before starting up a flat-tongued lave.

"Now both knockers," he commanded and I gasped again. But I understood exactly what he wanted this time.

With my other hand, I lifted my left breast to my mouth, licking this  one as well, savoring it, trailing my tongue over my sensitive areola,  moaning a bit as I massaged both jugs at once, even slavering a bit,  letting my saliva coat my pink nubs with the glossiest, most tantalizing  wetness.

Holding both Double D's up, I pushed both nipples into my mouth at once,  the creamy flesh pendulous and succulent, practically slipping out of  my grip. It was fucking dirty and I loved it, feeling twin jets of  sensation shoot straight from my nips to my cunt, my little twat getting  wet and dirty because of my self-play.