Now I’m really glad I came to the Hamptons.

I was reaching for the key in my pocket when I noticed that the door wasn’t locked. Which is odd, but I didn’t really care; I thought it was just a caretaker or a maid keeping the place in mint condition while no one's around.

I was about to walk to the living room, my backpack on one shoulder, but I stopped dead in my tracks the moment I noticed what was right in front of me. Kim, lying on the couch with her back arched and one finger deep inside her pussy.

My stepsister, masturbating. What the fuck? I had no fucking clue she was even in the Hamptons.

I’m standing a few feet away from her like a complete tool, my mouth hanging open as I watch her squirm in ecstasy, the sound of her sweet moan reaching my ears and making my cock twitch.

Fuck, this is quite a sight. I know I should look away, but I just can’t. This is like leaving a steak in a lion’s den and asking him not to devour it.

My cock goes from twitching to standing up like a tent pole, and I have to crush the urge to just pull it out and start jerking off as I look at her. I remembered her as beautiful, but this is way too fucking much…

She really has it all—intelligence, ambition, and a body worth crying for. My eyes roam over her bare thighs, and my head starts spinning. I could just walk up to her and help her out, you know? Turn whatever she’s fantasizing about into a reality.

I don’t do that; I might be a fuckup, but at least I’m an honorable fuckup.

“Well, hello there, ‘sis,” I say out loud, and she jumps up as if I’m pointing a loaded shotgun at her. Well, I am—a twelve-inch shotgun.

“Cody?” she cries out, pushing her shirt down as her face turns red. She goes up to her feet, and my eyes go straight for the round swells of her tits. They seem like something made to order for my hands.

“That’s my name. You remember it,” I grin, putting my backpack down on the floor and closing the door behind me. “Dad told me you were smart, and now I see why.”

Rolling her eyes in their orbits, she places her hands on her hips and stares me down. Her face is still flushed from embarrassment, but that’s quickly turning into exasperation. Did she think she’d have the house all to herself? Tough luck, ‘sis.

“My mother told me you were an asshole, and now I see why,” she retorts, throwing my own words back at me. Fiery, I like that.

“Your mom loves me, don’t be an asshat.” It’s true; against all odds, Kellyane likes me. My father told me that she thinks I have a kind heart or some bullshit like that.

I didn’t even know I have a heart; I’m ice cold, doll, and that’s why I’m such a fucking legend. Sure, friends and family are different, but when it comes to women I’m a fuck ‘em and dump ‘em kind of man. Most of them are just after a fat check, anyway. I’m willing to giving them something fat and big, but it sure as hell isn’t a check.

“How could you stand there and watch me? Like… Like some creep!” she accuses me, pointing her finger at me. That hurts. Me, a creep?

“It’s not my fault,” I shrug, “this is my house too, you know? Besides… On the couch? That’s disgusting, ‘sis.”

She flushes again, pursing her lips and following with her deadly gaze as I walk to the kitchen and start rummaging through the fridge. Seeing her like that made me so fucking hungry. And since I can’t devour her, I have to find something else to devour.

“What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you were in New York,” she asks me, and I turn around to face her.

“Well, you know, my sixth sense started tingling, telling me that there’s a beautiful woman at the beach house,” she starts to blush furiously, not knowing how to respond, but then I finish my sentence. “I guess that my sixth sense was off.”

I guess I managed to piss her off just now.

“You really are an asshole, Cody,” she says, her hands back on her hips.

“Part of the charm, I guess,” I shrug again, grabbing an apple and tossing it into the air repeatedly. “I needed to get away from the city, that’s it. Don’t think I came here just for you.”

Lowering her head, she lets out a frustrated sigh and then locks her eyes on mine.

“Alright, just don’t get in my way, okay?”

“But I’m a big guy, Kim. Sometimes I just can’t help but be in the way,” I smile at her, leaning against the counter and tossing the apple from one hand to the other.

She frowns, rolling her eyes again, and the way she does it makes my cock harden even more. Good thing I’m standing behind the counter, or else she’d see how much of a big guy I am.

“The house is big enough,” she continues, but I’m barely listening to whatever she’s saying. “You stay out of my way, I stay out of yours.”

Before I can even respond, she turns her back to me and picks her bags up from the floor. My heart feels as heavy as a boulder inside my chest as I watch her bend over, her sweet ass cheeks clenching and unclenching in such a way that I almost forget she’s my stepsister.

Without bothering to look at me, she crosses the living room and starts going up the stairs leading to the bedroom on the second floor. My eyes follow after her, the sway of her hips making me so fucking hard I might break the kitchen counter in half.

I’m holding my breath, but I only notice it when I hear the door to her room slamming shut.

Cody, you sleazy bastard, keep it in your pants, I hear a voice say inside my head. The voice of sanity. She’s your stepsister.