Dee

The address Kim’s note takes me to is a house on a big lot that I’ve driven by before. The place isn’t huge, just a normal house that I think Jack mentioned had six bedrooms.

What’s great about the place is the acreage around it. It’s walled so you can’t really see anything from the road unless you go up to the huge iron gates, but the yard, man it’s big. The kind of place kids would have a blast running around in.

There are a lot of trees I see as I come to a stop at the gate and lean out the window to press the buzzer. The gates open before I can say anything and I shrug away the trepidation I feel, knowing that Kim would never send me somewhere for some weirdo to hurt.

The drive up to the house is long and lined with trees that look old and graceful. I park and stare at the house, its white exterior with dark blue shutters making me wish I could afford something like this.

I exit the car, feeling suddenly nervous despite the assurances I have in Kim and smooth sweaty palms down my dress, the midnight blue knee length flare skirt settling around my knees as I take a deep breath and approach the door.

The bell makes a loud, almost imperious sound when I press it and I giggle, loving it because it reminds me of those strange bells I have on my phone as a message tone.

It takes a minute or two for the door to open but when it does, I step back, shocked and not a little delighted–secretly–to see Ky standing there in bare feet, jeans, and a loose black tee.

“What the–”

“I told you I’d pull out the big guns,” he says mockingly when my mouth just hangs open, my inability to think past the facts making me frazzled.

“What–”

“Come in, Dee. As far as I know, if you leave before dessert you forfeit.”

I scowl at the mockery in his tone, hating that he read me and knew I was going to turn and run. Instead, I walk into the house, gaping at the size of it and curse Kim to hell and back.

“Do you even know what the forfeit is?” I demand, trying to purse my lips and failing when he chuckles and shakes his head.

“No, but she promised the thought of it would be enough to keep you here at least until dessert.”

Yeah, I think, walking forward and dropping my clutch on the round hall table, my eyes going everywhere at once. To my left is an open living room with cream walls and brown, comfy couches that look onto a huge flat screen any man would go crazy for. Directly to my right is another door that looks like it leads to a library or office. In front of me is a highly polished set of wood stairs, and beyond that I can see huge folding glass doors that lead outside to a patio where I smell a grill. The door just before that I assume is the kitchen, but I hesitate to go in there because I know that if I see something phenomenal, I will sell my soul to have it.

“The forfeit is me running buck ass naked through Luanne and Jimbo’s three trailer house, on Christmas. And that’s just the first. Kim tacked on a second if the forfeit becomes necessary. God knows what she’d make me do,” I mutter, scowling with disgusted delight when he takes my hand and leads me toward the back of the house and onto the patio.

I can see the kitchen to my left through the folding glass doors and man, I really would sell my soul to bake in that bad boy. Ky shows me to a seat and hands me a glass of homemade lemonade, and I sit and look out at the sparkling pool while he checks the grill and comes to sit by me.

“I didn’t know she was that nuts,” he mutters, making me laugh and shake my head.

Yeah, I am not impressed that I got suckered into a date with Ky, by my own sister, but I can’t deny that being here is exactly what a part of me wanted to begin with. And man, this house…

“Dude, she dressed up as Santa Clause one year to scare the old ladies down at the bingo hall. She put fake blood on her neck and stood outside, waiting until they all came out. Then she started moaning and clutching at her neck while they screamed and tried to help her,” I giggle, remembering the old lady who tried to give her mouth to mouth.

Her teeth fell out on Kim’s lips, and shit went south, fast.

The whole point of that moment was Kim sticking it to Mrs. Parsons because the old lady shit her pants when Kim told her grandson Santa Claus wasn’t real.

She ruined that old lady for the holidays I’ll tell ya.

Ky laughs, shaking his head while he watches me, his mouth sucking over the rim of his beer bottle making my eyes zero in there and wow, now I can’t stop thinking about kissing those lips and–

“It was really shitty to use Kim to get me on a date, Ky. How did you swing it anyway?” I ask because I’m here now, I have to stay, I want to stay, and I am curious.

“I helped her with Mel. By the way, I was surprised that you took Mel being back so easily. I thought for sure you’d want to kick her ass.”

“Meh, she’s got a baby, she’s alone and sad, and her parents won’t speak to her. I can’t kick her while she’s down, and besides as angry as Jack was to be so humiliated, I know she’d help Mel if she were here.”

Ky nods because we all know Jack. She’s a bitch, but she’s a good bitch who hates seeing others hurt.

“How did you know about Mel?”

“Daddy. He confessed to his part in the whole wedding fiasco and asked me to ask you to give her a job. You already did so I didn’t see any point asking when it’s clear she’s taken care of,” I say, sipping my juice and kicking off my shoes to lean back in my seat.

“Ah, so he’s covering his tracks. Smart man,” he muses.

I nod, not having much more to add because it’s true, my daddy is a scammer, plain and simple. And besides, I’m here, and there are a lot more interesting things I’d rather be talking about or doing than speaking about my family.

Hey, the choice is already made as far as I’m concerned, I may as well enjoy the ride. Figuratively and literally.

“Are we here to talk about my dad?” I ask, sitting up and looking right at him.

Being bold is not exactly my thing but I’m not shy either, and I don’t care if decent women think that makes me forward. I want Ky, I have for a long time, so if he wants to do this, we’ll do it.

Ky sits up, smiling slowly and I see the seducer I ran from in the diner come out to play. He’s a confident man who knows his appeal, and he uses it ruthlessly.

“No, but I promised you dinner, and so we’ll eat it and then move on to dessert.”

I swallow, my sex shivering with need, and get up to help him serve two steaks, a salad and a creamy potato baked dish that tastes great. I enjoy every bite, making small talk and telling him that I only cook basics because I burn food and I hate waste.

He laughs, admitting that he loves cooking but can’t bake something as simple as premixed cookies. The dinner is good and so is the conversation, but by the time he’s cleared the table I am well past the point of coyness.

I stand when he comes back out and move towards him, pulling his head down and standing on tiptoe so I can seal my lips over his. Ky lets me lead the kiss for a good second or two before wrapping his arms around me and deepening it hard and fast.

His tongue spears into my mouth, tangles with mine, and licks in a wet slide that should be sloppy but just turns me on. I kiss back, ravaging his mouth with mine and moan when he lifts me and carries me inside to the kitchen.

The oak table is hard and cold against my back, but I don’t care, just help when he reaches to pull the top of my dress down. My breasts are bared first, my nipples hard pink points atop the creamy skin that makes him groan and lean down to suck, first one and then the other.

He doesn’t lick and play against the nubs but sucks hard as if he knows that I need it rougher there to feel the burn stronger. I gasp, pushing his head down to my chest and feel my juices slide against my panties, wetting me and redoing me for him.

“Ky, suck harder,” I beg, mewling when he ignores me and sets his teeth on the very tips of my nipples, the scrape against the swollen flesh making me gasp and buck my hips, searching for something more.

He gives it, letting go of my nipple with a pop and standing back to look down at me. His hands go to his shirt, pulling it up with one hand at his nape and tossing it away to start on his pants.

He doesn’t tease me but shoves it all down, jeans and underwear, and I really do pant when I see his shaft standing hard and erect, the tip streaming a bead of liquid that has my mouth watering.

I’ve never been into giving a guy head, but right now it’s all I can think about as I push myself up and slide off the table, my knees hitting the cold tile.

“Suck me.”

My mind is on autopilot when he pushes rough hands through my hair to lead my mouth where he wants it. I swipe my tongue over his crown, gathering his taste and loving the slightly bitter tang that I get from his come.

Ky moans when I lick, running my tongue around the head before opening to suck him down. He’s big, thick and pulsing when I take him into my mouth, stopping just before I gag, my hand closing over what I can’t take.

“Jesus, Dee, that’s so good baby. Play with me,” he groans, his hips moving when I start to bob my head, wanting to pleasure him and prove that I am more than worth whatever effort he’s gone to get us here.

I suck, using my mouth on him in the same rhythm he’d use on me, creating suction and not letting up as I pull away till just the thick head is surrounded, licking and sucking hard to get more of his fluids to flow free.

What he does is not gentle or loving but it turns me on so much I feel my clit throb and swell even more. He uses me, pumping into my mouth, going deeper, taking the pleasure I give.

I know he’s reached that precipice when his hand tightens, his head going back, the convulsive almost uncontrolled thrust of his hips. He thickens at the base just before he growls and I feel, oh so powerful and sexy, when he grunts and pushes closer to my throat, cursing out loud.

“Fuck. Swallow baby,” he mutters right before I feel him twitch and spend, pouring onto my tongue.

I suck until he stops coming and use my tongue to clean every drop before sitting back and gazing up at him with a smile. My clit is pulsing, hurting in that pleasurable way that only good sex can bring. I need him, deep inside me, filling all the empty space that is searching for something to grab onto.

“My turn.”

 

*****

 

Ky

My legs are shaking when I reach down and grab Dee, throwing her onto the table to rip off her dress and panties. She’s so wet I stop with her wet panties in my fist and bring them to my nose to smell the musky scent of her arousal.

The move makes her moan, turning her on even more, so I toss the ruined panties and push her thighs apart, my hands planted over the insides so I can press her legs almost flush with the table.

My first look at her sex is a moment I know will be burned into my brain forever. Her outer folds are a pale peach, swollen and shaved bare but for a small patch at the top of her mound.

She’s so turned on her clit peeks from between them, the slick juices wetting it, making it gleam an angry pink. I can smell her, musky and hot and the knowledge that her body is this ready makes my cock twitch and threaten to swell again.

“I don’t know that I can be gentle,” I manage to warn, the raspy quality of my voice making me close my eyes to gather control.

“I don’t care, just touch me,” she gasps, grunting when I lean down and lick right up her center.

God, she tastes good. Like a real woman, not one of those flowery descriptions about sugar and sweetness, but like a clean woman and need. Dee gasps again, almost pressing my face completely against her sex when I swipe out and lick her clit, the bud pulsing with her rapid heartbeat.

I could stay here all night, just making her come and scream my name but I’m hard again and desperate to feel her sex take all of me. I need her to come fast and hard so her small sheath will take me easily.

Growling, because I can’t help myself, I lick faster, closing my lips around her nub and use my tongue to flick hard, in a rapid rhythm that makes Dee tense and shove up, her hand pulling at my hair while she screams and floods against my face.

I feel her orgasm, taste it, smell it, and something inside me snaps. Before I can think I pull my mouth away, pull her ass to the edge of the table, her legs thrown over my shoulders and I thrust, hard, push every part of me into the warmest, wettest heaven I have ever felt.

She screams my name and claws at my arms, the fullness setting her off while she comes and pulls me right into her.

I could come right now it feels so good. Dee still contracts around me with her first orgasm, the milking suck of her sheath making me groan and set a pace that is out of control.

“God, you feel good. Fuck, Dee.”

I grunt, my words garbled as I tighten my hands on her ass and use her body to make the savage need climb higher. Dee pants, her hands going to her breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples.

It’s too much, too good seeing her abandoned and begging me for her release. I feel my balls go hard and tight and I speed up, closing an arm around both of her thighs to keep her pinned as the other reaches down to slip and slide over her clit.

Dee screams when I pinch the hard bud and bucks, her sex pulsing around me.

“Ky.”

I let go as soon as I feel her come and the feeling of my balls exploding is so good all I can do is drop my head back and roar my release. It’s hard and brutal, shooting out of my cock with a force that almost has my knees buckling.

“Fuuuuck.”

I come and come, the force of it so intense I gasp and fall onto her, shaking with the throes of the best sex I have ever had. I feel drained as the last of it pulses into Dee, spent and so sated I can’t move a muscle.

“Baby,” I breathe, panting with my head cradled between her breasts, the sweaty salt on her skin tasting good when I lick a reverent tongue across her breast.

Dee sighs and hugs my head closer, wrapping her legs around my hips to pull me closer and cuddle me. I smile, using everything I have to lift my head and look down at her.

“Round one.”