Fruit & Veg
Avery Sam
Fruit & Veg
by Avery Sam
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Watermelon Juice
Culinary Secret
Heady Rush
Mop and Bucket
Fruit & Veg
Watermelon Juice
With my mom and her new husband out for a stroll through the farmer's market, I decided to make it a lazy Saturday and lie down for a nap.
When I woke up, I was famished, so I got up and was just about to head to the kitchen when I remembered that I was completely naked.
Giggling to myself at the thought of the look on their faces if they caught me in the buff, I slipped on a T-shirt and then padded my way downstairs.
But just before I got to the kitchen, I heard the sound of a man grunting, which just about caused me to have a heart attack. The alarm hadn't gone off, so who could possibly be in there?
My pulse racing, I cautiously opened the door a crack and peered in. I then let out a sigh of relief as I saw it was my stepbrother Connor.
I'd only met him once before, at the wedding, so I was more than a little surprised to see him unexpectedly back home from college like that.
That first meeting had been pretty awkward, especially because he'd been hitting on me until one of his cousins had informed him that we were about to become step siblings.
Although I have to admit it had been pretty funny watching his whole face go red as he sputtered out his drink.
Later, though, one of my friends told me they had accidentally walked in on him in the bathroom where he had been jerking off. My friend said that he'd been going at it hammer and tongs, all while peering out the window at the guests frolicking in the pool.
When she'd cleared her throat, he'd spun around, and according to her, knocked the towels off of the rack with his enormous hard-on.
After that, we spent the whole afternoon making jokes about his raging hormones. We'd cast him sidelong glances whenever he was near, pretending to do "boner checks," and the whole thing had us in stitches.
I'll admit, though, that a tiny part of me was curious to see exactly what he was packing because the rest of him looked so good.
So yeah, if he hadn't been my future stepbrother, there was a good chance I would've let him take me home. I'm not the kind of girl to say no to an athletic, strapping young man with a lovely head of wavy hair.
But it was all in innocent good fun, and by the time the wedding was over, I was too sloshed to walk straight, so my friend Lisa had to drive me home.
Once I realized it was Connor there in the kitchen, I breezed past him and opened the cabinet to get a teabag.
It was only after I put some water in the kettle to boil that I realized that there was a distinct odor of watermelon in the kitchen, almost as if he'd been spraying watermelon juice everywhere, which was odd.
That's when I turned around and saw Connor was hunched over, a bead of sweat on his brow. And he wasn't cutting up the watermelon to eat - he was humping it. The horny bastard had cut a hole in the long end and was using it as some kind of freaky sex toy!
"Oh my god, what are you doing!" I said, nearly dropping my mug as I jumped back.
"Hold on," grunted Connor. "I'm about to finish."
"Jesus, you're such a sicko!" I said, hardly able to believe my eyes.
I'd heard that guys did weird stuff like that, but seeing it was something else. I mean, there he was in the middle of that lovely kitchen, pounding that poor old fruit like it was a cheap slut.
"I can't... I can't stop now," moaned Connor as he continued to ram the watermelon.
"What are you even doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at college?" I said as I continued to stare, unable to rip my gaze away from the train wreck happening right in front of me.
"Thought I... had the... house to... myself," moaned Connor as he slammed his dick in and out of that bright pink, juicy hole.
"I can't believe you're doing this in front of me!" I said, slapping him on his bare chest, which was strangely warm to the touch. And although it was just a brief glance, the feel of those firm muscles sent a little shiver down my spine. "My god, what's wrong with you?"
"I can't... help it. I just... need some... release," said Connor, giving me a shit-eating grin.
"No, no, no! I cannot allow this travesty to go on," I said, grabbing the watermelon and wrestling it away from him.
Connor's eyes went wide with surprise as his dick slid out of the watermelon. I could tell by the way that it was throbbing that he had been just about to come, which made my victory feel all the more sweet.
And my friend had been right - his cock truly was magnificent, one of the longest, thickest poles I'd ever seen, even if it was covered in watermelon juice.
"What did you do?" moaned Connor, looking as forlorn as a little boy whose puppy had run away. "I need that!"
"Oh no you don't," I said, pushing the watermelon away as Connor lunged for it. "You're a bad boy! No more fruit fucking for you!"
"Jaz, please, I'll pay for it, I promise," said Connor.
"Are you kidding me?" I said with a laugh. "You think this is about money? Fruit is for eating, not for fucking." Sheesh, what kind of family did my mom marry us into?
"But what am I going to do?" said Connor, gesturing down at his boner, which was still there in full effect, waggling around like some kind of divining rod.
"Um, well, first of all, you're going to need to clean yourself up," I said, handing him a dish towel.
"Clean myself... up?" he said, the confusion evident on his face.
"Sheesh, man, are you retarded?" I said, snatching the towel out of his hand and then wrapping it around the shaft of his cock. I then proceeded to slide it up and down to soak up the watermelon juice.
"Oh yes... Oh yes," said Connor with a loud moan, and that's when I realized the sicko was using my innocent offer of help to get himself off.
"Seriously?" I said. "You remember I'm your step sister, right?"
"Feels... so... good..." said Connor, his eyes-half closed as I continued to towel off his boner.
"Connor, no!" I said, tossing aside the towel and giving his erection a slap. "You've got to get yourself under control, boy."
"But I just have these feelings," said Connor, giving me a sheepish look. "They overwhelm me, and I don't know what to do."
"Well, maybe this is something you need to talk about with your girlfriend," I said. "You have a girlfriend, right?"
"Yes. Well, no," said Connor, hanging his head. "She broke up with me two weeks ago."
"And why is that?" I said with an amused chuckle. "She catch you fucking her fruit?"
"What? No," said Connor, hardly able to meet my gaze. "She, um... She said my dick was too big."
"What?" I said, hardly able to believe the audacity of this guy. "Come on, your dick is big, but it's not that big. I bet plenty of girls would love to take a ride on that pony."
"Girls like you?" said Connor with a hopeful expression that nearly caused my resistance to melt.
"What? No, are you nuts?" I said, giving him another playful whack, although it was getting harder for me to think straight, suddenly coming downstairs and being confronted with a guy half-naked in the kitchen with his dick out. I mean, that kind of thing doesn't exactly happen every day. "I'm your step sister, remember?"
"I know. But..." said Connor.
"But what?" I said, curious to see what kind of foolish thing he could come up with to try and explain how utterly ridiculous it was to be talking like that to me. I mean, come on, right?
"But you're just so pretty," said Connor, giving me a lustful look that took me by surprise.
"Um, what did you just say?" I said, taking a step back, my body going flush with a strange heat.
"When I came home, I went upstairs to see where everybody was at," said Connor, stepping closer to me, the tip of his dick less than an inch from my bare thigh. "And then I saw you in your bedroom, and you were so beautiful."
"Really?" I said as a rush of conflicting emotions swirled inside of me. "You were spying on me when I was asleep? Naked?"
"Yeah, and you were so beautiful," said Connor, edging even closer until I could smell the warm, heady musk of his skin. "I've thought that since the first moment I met you."
"That's, um... That's very flattering," I said, easing my way up to a seated position on the kitchen counter, my thighs slightly trembling. "I don't really know what to say."
"And then I went downstairs to fix myself a snack," said Connor, the intensity of his gaze virtually sending me into a hypnotic trance. "But I couldn't stop thinking about you so..."
"So you got out a watermelon and decided to fuck it?" I said, finding the whole thing strangely arousing.
I mean, it's one thing for a guy to hit on you in a bar, but it's another thing to be so turned on by you that he cores a watermelon and fucks it while thinking about you.
"Yeah," said Connor.
"You know..." I said, slowly sliding my T-shirt up to reveal my bare crotch. "I can think of something your dick will find a lot more satisfying than a watermelon."