Hard Bastard(151)

It was her lips, wrapped around my cock. I wanted to hear her pant my name, to feel her body stiffen as she came, over and over.

Except she was my wife and my fucking stepsister.

How could so much change? I go away into the jungle for one year and suddenly my shit is all blown up.

I wasn’t the marriage type. I wasn’t interested in having babies with her, moving out to a house with a white picket fence, none of that bullshit. But I was interested in fucking her sweet pussy rough and deep. Finally having her completely.

And plus, what else was I going to do? I had no other plans or prospects, not yet at least. When my new stepfather suggested that I move in with them, well, it just seemed too good an opportunity to pass up. So why the fuck not? I hadn’t lived with Cindy in years, but that was fine. Frank’s house was fucking enormous, so I doubted I’d even run into her.

Best of all, though, Alexa’s room was right next door. I could practically hear her panting my name already through the thin walls.

Alexa didn’t emerge from her room for the rest of the night, and that was fine with me. I was too busy unpacking my shit to really care what she was up to. I had plenty of time to tease my new stepsister, or maybe I should think of her as my new wife? Either way, I would get what I wanted soon enough.

First, I needed a workout.



I dipped down and grunted, finishing up my set. My body was covered in sweat as I caught my breath, changing the song on my phone. The music blared through the buds in my ears.

Frank had a decent gym down in his basement. It wasn’t exactly professional quality by any means, but he did have a nice set of machines and free weights. There was enough to get my lifting routine in and then some. It made sense that he had a gym, considering how fit the man was for his age.

As I began to cool down, something caught my eye over near the stairs. I looked up and saw Alexa waving at me.

I pulled the buds from my ears. “What’s up, sis?” I said.

“Don’t call me that,” she grumbled as she came downstairs.

She was wearing a thin pair of short cotton shorts and a sweatshirt. Her hair was all disheveled, and she looked like she had just woken up from a nap. And all I could think about was fucking her up against the mirror, making her watch as I fucked her tight pussy deep.

“What can I do for you?” I asked her. “Come down to sweat with me?”

“No, thanks. I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“If this is about marriage, I’m not interested.”

She made a face, and I had to bit my tongue to keep from laughing at her. “This isn’t about the fact that we’re married. Well, it is, but not exactly.”

I leaned up against the wall and crossed my arms. “Spill it.”

“Did your mom talk about our parents and their jobs with you at all?”

“Not really. Can’t say I’m interested.”

“Well, try to be. Apparently their marriage is some huge scandal or whatever.”

“Because Cindy’s company bought Frank’s?”

“Yeah.”

“Get to the part where I should give a shit, sis.” I loved the look on her face, pure annoyance.

“You should care because she’s your mother.”

I rolled my eyes at that. “You don’t know Cindy very well yet, but she’s not exactly the nurturing type.”

She was silent for a second. “Yeah, maybe I can see that.”

“Cindy and me aren’t on the best terms.”

“So why are you even staying here, then?”

“Because I need a place to stay while I get my fighting career going again.”

“Don’t you have savings?”

I laughed, shaking my head. How naïve was this girl?

“Savings are for people that know they’re going to be around in a year, sis. I put my body on the line for a living. Planning for the future is tough when you’re not sure you have one.”

She frowned at that. “Seems pretty crazy to me.”

“Maybe,” I said, moving toward her, “but you’ve never felt what it’s like in the ring.”

“I’ve seen it on TV. Looks like it hurts.”

“Hurts like hell,” I said, stopping right near her. I could tell her breath started coming quicker. “But I feel more alive in there than I do any other time. I don’t care about the past or the future; in the ring, it’s just my opponent and me. It’s pure, fast, and dangerous.”

“Not my kind of thing,” she said.

I wanted to tip her chin back and bite her lip. Maybe I’d teach her to make it her sort of thing. In fact, I could see it being something she enjoyed, maybe even loved.

“Yeah, well, that’s fine.”