Chapter SIX
Stick
I can't believe I'm sitting here in my old home and Scherri is sitting right across from me. What's even more astounding, to me at least, is that our parents don't seem to be aware of the steamy heat floating around the room and pooling across the table between her and I. The electrical sparks must be creating a force-field that only the two of us feel. At least I hope she feels it too, because I've got fireworks detonating in me enough for the both of us.
The four of us have a lighthearted meal although I can't fail to notice how frequently Scherri's Mom tosses out a barbed remark at her daughter. Everything Scherri told me about her life at home growing up now makes sense, as well as why she elected to go with her dad when the family broke up. I feel bad and wish I could step in and defend Scherri. Tell the woman to cool off, that she's blessed with the most fabulous girl in the world as a daughter. It would probably only make things worse.
I recall how Scherri said her mother gets into a rage if she's crossed. So with every snarky comment, I seek out Scherri's eyes to send her a bolster. And am warmed by the receipt of a little smile of secret grats in return.
After clearing the dinner things, Dad wants to head back to the den for some more father, son bonding. But I beg off, claiming the need for a shower and some shuteye.
“Alright son, I guess you remember where your room is, although it's changed a little.”
“Yeah. Thanks. We'll talk more tomorrow, Pop.”
“Good to have you home, son.”
Before heading upstairs, I flash a look at Scherri, unwilling to leave her. I find her glancing back at me, gluing me to her and wish I could pick her up, toss her over my shoulder and carry her up the stairs straight to my bed. Instant cinematic imagery throws itself against the back of my eyes. Of her on her back with me standing between her spread thighs. The need to gaze upon the spread cleft of her little pink pussy is driving me to the brink of insanity.
And this is insane.
I get that. but it's completely out of my control. The searing need to slide inside her warm tightness is all I can think of. The only burning need that claims any part of my life now. I don't care about my future or my past, all I care about is claiming Scherri and making her mine at last. Now and for good.
Once in the bathroom, I peel off my sweaty clothes and turn the water on full blast, hot as I can stand, although ice cold is probably more what I need. Every taut muscle is pulsating with need to crush Scherri's soft and sexy little curves against me.
Just the thought of her naked in here with me has my cock rearing up full mast, like a fucking pirate galleon in a full wind. The hunger lodged in my solid hot iron is unbearable and not likely to be satiated any time soon. I take the searing pole in my palm and stroke its length, letting out a low moan as I picture Scherri's small hand there in my place. Her little fingers rotating around the wide girth, pleasuring every pore of my burning skin.
“Fuck. I need her so bad.”
I touch my forehead to the stone tile and let the water pummel my solid back as I pick up the pace and jerk the bulging stiff rod with more force. I conjure up the image of Scherri lying spread open on my bed as I thrust into her balls deep, harder than she's ever been taken. Her delicious tits bouncing with every hard jolt of my cock into her tight pussy.
Shit, she'd be mad as all hell if she knew the filthy disgusting thoughts I'm having for her. If she could see me standing in the shower beating off to the images of her spread open pussy mouth and my cock disappearing inside her. If she knew how I'm imagining pulling out to the tip before plunging harder into her, holding still, buried deep into her as she shivers and lets out a mewling tremor, she'd hate me.
My toes curl and my thighs turn hard and shake as my climax builds then erupts in an explosion as I groan out her name.
“Fuck,” I grit against the wall.
The things she's doing to me. I never expected this. Vaguely satiated, I tuck a small towel around my hips, gather my clothes off the floor and step out to pad across the hall back to my room.
“Oh. Hi.” Scherri's right outside the door as I fling it back, not expecting it to be much lighter than I remember.
“Hi.”
Fuck, it's good to see her again. So freaking stupid that I missed her in the twenty minutes we've been apart.
“I- er – I was just on my way up to my room, that is, I wasn't waiting for you here,” she half stutters.
“That's too bad,” I toss right back.
Her cheeks turn that adorable pink color. I don't remember her ever being this shy and blushing so frequently. But I like it.
“It is?”
“Yeah. I could do with a chance to be alone with you. Like the old days.”
“Like, lying across your bed?” she asks with a brazen little smile.
“Yeah, something like that.”
Her eyes keep dropping down to my bare stomach, traveling over the solid ridges of my six-pack that certainly weren't there last time she saw me naked. When we went for a dip with Stone up at the lake.
Now she can hardly fail to notice the tenting going on in my towel, as my bastard is back at half mast already, greedy and hungry for more.
“I'm just heading up to the attic now,” she whispers, moving down the hall, with me following just as though I'm attached to a leash.
“So you said.”
She starts to climb the narrow stairs to the roof, not much more than a ladder. I tip my head up to watch her and her cheeky face tilts back down, fully aware that she's offering me a view straight up her short skirt. And what a view. Her round ass, the small crease of her pussy and the obvious damp spot on her panties at her sweet pussy mouth. My cock is pointing straight to the stars, bulging with yearning to plunge inside her all the way to the root. But not before I've spread her thighs wide and tasted her sweetness.
“Good night then, you two,” my father appears at the other end of the hall and his wife right behind.
Lyndsey throws me a little glare, none too pleased that I'm back by the looks of things. But I don't care about that. Not now Scherri and I are together again.
“Night, Babe,” I tell Scherri, parked frozen halfway up her steps.
I can hardly follow her up to her bedroom wearing nothing but a small towel strapped around my wood, while our parents look on. Thank fuck I'm holding my casual fatigues over the huge bulge in the tiny towel because this massive bastard would raise eyebrows for sure. Lunging directly up at my supposed step-sister.