Raging Hard(11)

“Claire is a budding star in her premed program at NYU. She wants to be a surgeon. Right, sweetie?”

“Sure, Dad,” she mumbled.

“Oh, I’m sure she’s beyond budding, sir. Full on flower, I bet.” I grinned at her and she turned red.

Her dad laughed loudly. “So true. She’s about to graduate. I’m sure she’ll get into a top medical school.”

“No doubt in my mind, sir.”

Mom was looking between the three of us, smiling her face off, probably in full-on ecstasy. For once, her rough and gruff, embarrassing son wasn’t totally fucking things up. I was sure she loved it.

Little did she know, though, that my new stepsister had had her legs wrapped around my cock the night before. My fingers had been deep into her soaked pussy, and I had watched her come in an alley. Behind a club her dad owned, I realized.

That dirty girl. She was picking up strange men at daddy’s club and letting them finger fuck her until the heat was too much to bear. Although, I had gotten a distinct prude vibe from her originally, like she didn’t know what to do with a real man’s dick. But as soon as she started kissing me, and my hands touched her eager body, she was all freak.

Looking at her sitting at the island, her face bright red and visibly struggling to stay composed, I never would have guessed what she had hidden underneath. I’d only gotten to scratch at the surface of all the filthy shit I wanted to do with her incredible body, and now it was even better.

I couldn’t pass up this chance. It was too fucking perfect, like the universe was giving me a present. Maybe this was its way of making it up to me for sticking me in that hospital for all those weeks.

“You know, sir,” I said, addressing her dad, “maybe it would be a good idea for me to stay here. You know, get to know the new family.”

He nodded, beaming. “I’m very glad you think so. Claire, how about you get the guest room on the third floor ready?”

“Dad,” she sputtered, “I’m staying on the third floor.”

“I know that,” he said sternly. “He’s your stepbrother. It’d be good for you two to get to know each other better.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said, grinning at her.

She glanced at me and seemed to have an internal battle with herself. After a second, she nodded and smiled, pulling herself together.

“Okay, Dad, you’re right. It’ll be fun.”

“Great! Why don’t you show him around, too. We can all meet for lunch later out by the pool. I’m sure I’ll be hungry again soon.”

“Splendid idea, darling,” Lucille said.

“Lead the way,” I said to Claire.

She stood up. I couldn’t help but stare at her full, delicious breasts pressing against the constraints of her simple white blouse. I wanted to pop each button off with my teeth, one by one, until her pink, perky nipples were between my lips. I could only imagine how loud I could make her scream as my cock plunged between those milky thighs, her tits in my mouth.

“Come on,” she said, walking out of the kitchen.

I sauntered after her, enjoying the way her ass moved in her short pleated skirt. She looked like she was about to go to a tennis match, and it only made me that much harder. Holy fuck, she was almost a cliché, rich good girl, and it drove me fucking insane knowing how dirty she was underneath it all.

We started walking up the stairs, and about halfway to the landing she stopped and whirled on me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she hissed at me.

I gave her an innocent smile. “What’s wrong, sis?”

“Don’t call me that. You’re staying here now?”

“Your dad offered.”

“My dad doesn’t know about . . . about . . .”

“About the mind-blowing orgasm I gave you?”

“Shut up!”

I moved a step closer. “About the hot little pussy you have? About how easy it was to get you off with just my hands?”

“Enough,” she hissed, skin bright red. I couldn’t help but notice how fast she was breathing, though. “I get it. That all happened. But there will be no repeat performance.”

She whirled around and continued up the stairs. I watched her walk, grinning ear to ear.

I had been dreading seeing my mother and her new man. I assumed his daughter would be an annoying little priss like most spoiled rich girls were. But Claire was something else. Oh she was definitely a prissy rich girl, but I could see something more in her.

Frankly, I wanted to be the more in her, but that could wait.

I wanted to get to her again. And I knew I would. I could practically see her heart beating in her chest as I moved up the steps and followed her up to the third floor.