Hot Rod
Avery Sam
Hot Rod
by Avery Sam
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Table of Contents
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1 - Rodney
Chapter 2 - Cindy
Chapter 3 - Rodney
Chapter 4 - Cindy
Chapter 5 - Rodney
Chapter 6 - Cindy
Chapter 7 - Rodney
Chapter 8 - Cindy
Chapter 9 - Rodney
Chapter 10 - Cindy
Chapter 11 - Rodney
Chapter 12 - Cindy
Chapter 13 - Rodney
Chapter 14 - Cindy
Chapter 15 - Rodney
Chapter 16 - Cindy
Chapter 17 - Rodney
Chapter 18 - Cindy
Chapter 19 - Rodney
Chapter 20 - Cindy
Chapter 21 - Rodney
Chapter 22 - Cindy
Chapter 23 - Rodney
Chapter 24 - Cindy
Chapter 25 - Rodney
Chapter 26 - Cindy
Chapter 27 - Rodney
Chapter 28 - Cindy
Chapter 29 - Rodney
Chapter 30 - Cindy
Chapter 31 - Rodney
Chapter 32 - Cindy
Chapter 33 - Rodney
Chapter 34 - Cindy
Chapter 35 - Rodney
Chapter 36 - Cindy
Chapter 37 - Rodney
Chapter 38 - Cindy
Chapter 39 - Rodney
Chapter 40 - Cindy
Chapter 41 - Rodney
Chapter 42 - Cindy
Chapter 43 - Rodney
Chapter 44 - Cindy
Chapter 45 - Rodney
Chapter 46 - Cindy
Chapter 47 - Rodney
Chapter 48 - Rodney
Chapter 49 - Rodney
Chapter 50 - Cindy
Chapter 51 - Rodney
Chapter 52 - Cindy
Chapter 53 - Rodney
Chapter 54 - Cindy
Chapter 55 - Rodney
Chapter 56 - Cindy
Chapter 57 - Rodney
Chapter 58 - Cindy
Chapter 59 - Rodney
Chapter 60 - Cindy
Chapter 61 - Rodney
Chapter 62 - Cindy
Chapter 63 - Rodney
Chapter 64 - Cindy
Chapter 65 - Steve
Chapter 66 - Linda
Chapter 67 - Steve
Chapter 68 - Linda
Chapter 69 - Rodney
Chapter 70 - Cindy
Chapter 71 - Rodney
Chapter 72 - Cindy
Chapter 73 - Rodney
Chapter 74 - Cindy
Chapter 75 - Rodney
Chapter 76 - Cindy
Chapter 77 - Rodney
Chapter 78 - Cindy
Chapter 79 - Rodney
Chapter 80 - Cindy
Chapter 81 - Cindy
Chapter 82 - Cindy
Chapter 83 - Rodney
Chapter 84 - Cindy
Chapter 85 - Rodney
Chapter 86 - Cindy
Chapter 87 - Rodney
Chapter 88 - Cindy
Chapter 89 - Rodney
Chapter 90 - Cindy
Chapter 91 - Rodney
Chapter 92 - Cindy
Chapter 93 - Rodney
Chapter 94 - Cindy
Chapter 95 - Steve
Chapter 96 - Linda
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Chapter 1 - Rodney
I know my mom told me that my stepsister Cindy was gonna be living with us for a couple of weeks during the summer, but the truth is that I forgot all about it.
As second semester came to an end, all my focus was on winning matches and moving up in the rankings, so I was caught off-guard the morning when I stepped out of my room and saw Cindy walking down the hall.
We’d met, briefly, at the wedding, but we hadn’t exchanged too many words. And why would we? She was a sophomore off at college, living her own life, while I was in high school, doing my thing. Anyway, her dad was technically her stepfather, so I didn’t really understand what she was doing there anyway.
Either way, I’d pretty much forgotten all about her when I saw her there in the hallway. I was on my way to the bathroom to take a shower, so all I had on was a towel around my waist. She briefly glanced over at me and gave me a look like I was intruding on her, which irritated me, but that was the end of it.
I was taking a shower because I had a date later that afternoon with this girl Tia, so that was all that was on my mind as I stepped under the hot water and began shampooing my hair. I’d met Tia at a tournament, and I was kind of obsessed with her. She had this really long, glossy hair that went all the way down her back, and she had the most gorgeous, petite figure.
For a minute there, I thought she and I were going to face one another, but then this Czech kid with pimples all over his face knocked her out at the last minute by employing a reverse Spassky maneuver, which got everyone all abuzz because he was, like, 11 years old or something. Either way, I was sitting on the chairs against the wall, waiting to see who I was going to face in the next round, so I went over and decided to chat with her.
Tia seemed quite nervous, which struck me as odd at first because she was truly a beautiful girl. But then later my buddy Duncan told me she was a total nerd despite how good-looking she was, and that she’d turned down every guy who’d ever asked her out.
I don’t know how true that is, but when I asked her if she’d be interested in meeting me for coffee sometime, she agreed, and I managed to bag her number before they called my name, so that was pretty sweet.
After I’d gone home, I’d looked her up online, and I really liked what I saw. True, she was kind of flat-chested, but she really had a beautiful face. And that hair? Truly, it was her greatest asset. I’d never met a girl with hair so long and shiny like that. I loved watching how it kind of almost shimmered as she moved, like it was almost alive or something.
Anyway, as I stood there in the shower, I guess I let my imagination start getting the better of me. I pictured us going out on our date, and we were smiling and talking, and I could feel the sparks flying between us. Every time I opened my mouth to say something funny, she would laugh with this really infectious grin, and I could tell she was really into me.
In my mind’s eye, that date just kept getting better and better, so when dinner was over, she invited me over to her place. In real life, I think she’s about the same age as me, although I might be wrong, but in my imagination, she had this cozy little apartment at the top of some stairs, and then she invited me in, asking if I wanted a nightcap.
I’m actually not sure what a nightcap is, but I’d seen people talk about it before in movies, so I know it has something to do with an alcoholic drink. Either way, in my fantasy, she made us some sort of cocktail or whatever, and then we clinked glasses. We were sitting on a sofa, and pretty soon, I could feel that special moment arrive where we would lean forward and lock lips.
I guess I must’ve gotten pretty swept up in my daydream because when I turned off the water to the shower, I had a pretty good boner going on, not that it took much for me to get hard in those days. I’d only ever kissed a few girls, and I was still a virgin, so I was walking around feeling pretty horny most of the time.
Ordinarily, I wouldn’t have thought much about it except perhaps to make a mental note to jack off before my real date began so I wouldn’t embarrass myself.
But as I stepped out of the shower and reached for my towel, I noticed that the door to the bathroom was open a crack. The latch on that door was slightly out of plumb, so the door would pop open sometimes, so I was mostly just irritated as I walked over there to close it. But just as I put my hand on the handle, I saw Cindy out there in the hallway, looking right at me, a saucy smirk on her face.
My whole face went red, and I slammed the door shut. I couldn’t be 100% positive, but I was pretty sure she had seen my erection sticking out, so now she must be thinking I was up to all kinds of perverted business there in the bathroom. Ugh! Our house wasn’t that big, but my mom and Steve pretty much stuck to using the master bathroom, so I’d gotten used to having the one at the end of the hall all to myself.
But now Cindy was here, and she was going to assume I was whacking off in there, which was embarrassing as hell, especially because it wasn’t even true. I had a special hand towel that I kept in my bedroom for that sort of thing.
But what could I do? If I tried to explain, it’d only make things worse. No, I just had to hope that she’d never bring it up, and then we could pretend like she hadn’t seen me naked with my cock fully erect and sticking out.
I wasn’t worried about Cindy being offended, though. The college she was attending had a reputation as a party school, and I’d heard some wild stories from some of my friends about the kinds of things that went on there. If anything, a guy flashing his dick as he got out of the shower was probably really tame stuff. But that didn’t change the fact that I’d exposed myself in front of my stepsister, which was about the last thing in the world I wanted to do.
As I got dressed, I started wondering about Cindy. Like, did she have a boyfriend? My mom hadn’t said anything to me, not like it was a subject that would normally come up between us.
As far as girls went, Cindy wasn’t bad looking. She was a bit chunkier than I normally preferred, but I had to admit that she had a pair of spectacular tits, not that it mattered, of course.
Still, I was curious if she was going to be bringing around guys to the house or not because our rooms were right next to one another, and I really didn’t want to be hearing any of that kind of stuff when I was up late, playing games against guys in Asia.
I took my sweet time getting ready after getting out of the shower, brushing my teeth and humming a little tune to myself to try and steady my nerves. Luckily, my erection finally disappeared after a while, so I wrapped the towel around my waist, braced myself, and opened the door. This time, the coast was clear, so I made a beeline for my room and didn’t breathe again until the door was safely shut behind me.
I then got dressed and combed my hair, putting the little incident with Cindy seeing me naked in the shower out of my mind as I concentrated on getting ready for my big date with Tia.
Chapter 2 - Cindy
My friend Jenna had gotten drunk and drove her car smack into a fire hydrant, so I ended up having to ask this guy Bobby that I barely knew to drive me to my dad’s new place, so I ended up getting there at, like, three o’clock in the morning.
My dad was a bit pissed at having to let me in at that hour, but he showed me to the room where I was gonna be staying, and after that, I just crashed out on the tiny little bed that was in there.
When I woke up, I was pretty confused for a few minutes until I remembered that I’d broken up with my boyfriend and so had to change plans at the last minute and spend the summer living with my dad and his new wife, which I think was his fourth one, if my count is right.
I’d gone to their wedding, and she seemed like a nice enough lady, even if she did have on too much make-up. I knew she had a son, some dipshit high school kid named Rodney who was apparently a total nerd and played chess, but I barely exchanged two words with him. Pretty much all I remembered about him was that he wore this ugly ass pair of chinos and a button-up shirt that was tucked in, making him look like a total dork.
When I woke up at my dad’s new place, my throat was as dry as an old sock, so I wandered down the hall until I found the bathroom. After doing my usual business, I drank some water out of the faucet and then splashed a little on my face.
My skin was all pale and blotchy, so I made a mental note to see if I could find somewhere to lay out and work on my tan a little so I’d be ready to swing in action when the fall semester started and find me a new guy.
As I was heading back to my room, I nearly got run over by my dad’s new stepson. He was wearing only a towel around his waist like he owned the place or something, but it gave me my first chance to see what he looked like without all those ugly clothes on. In terms of muscle, he wasn’t that big, but he kind of had a lean look like swimmers sometimes do, and I was very pleased that his stomach was flat. I’ve had my fill of young guys with beer bellies, let me tell you.
Of course, him being my stepbrother and me only staying for a few weeks in that house, it didn’t really matter what he looked like. Still, though, I wished I had been wearing something cuter because I was dressed in a pair of baggy pajama shorts and this unflattering cami top that I wear to bed to keep my boobs from flopping around.
Anyway, the rude bastard didn’t even say hi or anything. He just gave me a funny look and walked right past me, not that I cared of course. I then went into my room and started taking things out of my suitcase.
The bedroom I was staying in was quite plain and drab, but there was a closet and a dresser, so I began putting my stuff away. I really hate living out of a suitcase because it makes me feel like a homeless person or something.
When that was done, I decided to change into something a little more suitable for public consumption. The weather was warm so I put on this cute little sundress I’d picked up on sale and then I sat down and brushed out my hair. There were no mirrors in my room, so I had to get the compact out of my purse as I applied a touch of lipstick and some foundation.
Once I judged myself as being presentable, I decided to head out and see if I could rustle up some breakfast because my stomach was growling. I thought I heard my dad’s voice, so I walked down the hall to say hi to him, but as I passed by the bathroom, I noticed that the door was ajar. That made me curious, and when I stepped forward to get a closer look, that’s when I saw Rodney just coming out of the shower.
What really caught my eye, though, was his cock, which was fully erect and enormous. My goodness, he looked like some kind of porn star with that meat pole sticking out from between his legs!
I honestly don’t think I’d ever seen a dick that big outside of adult films. The thing was so huge that it made the rest of his body look scrawny, and a little shiver ran down my spine as I tried to imagine him sticking that inside some poor woman.
I guess I must’ve been frozen in surprise by seeing that giant wang pointed right at me, but then Rodney saw me out there in the hall and slammed the door right in my face. I felt my face grow hot as I turned and fled, wondering what he must be thinking about me. I hadn’t intended to spy on him, but now he was probably thinking I was a total perv, trying to catch a glimpse of him naked in the shower.
Well, my dad wasn’t in the master bedroom, so as I was walking downstairs, it occurred to me how odd it was that the bathroom door had been left open like that.
I’d chalked Rodney up to being a chess nerd, but maybe he was also a horny little freak, too, and he’d left the door open intentionally, hoping that I’d come by and see him naked like that. In fact, it made total sense because he clearly had an erection going on, which meant that he’d been playing with himself in the shower, which, um, pretty gross, by the way. Why do guys always do that?
I sighed as I realized I was now stuck living with a little perv, and his room was right next door to mine, too, which probably meant he was going to try to pull other similar stunts in the future. Still, though, I couldn’t get the image of his cock out of my mind. I mean, how could he even walk around with that giant snake coiled up in his pants?
And did he have a girlfriend? Because I was really curious to meet the woman who was big enough to let him jam that thing between her legs. Even just the tip of that hog would be enough to split me wide open, so maybe he had some big old momma of a girlfriend with a blasted snatch, who needed it extra big just so she could feel something again.
Picturing little Rodney with some enormous, saggy-titted chick twice his age made me giggle a little. I could just picture her sitting in some bar, her voice raspy from smoking too many cigarettes, bragging to her friends about Rodney slipping her the banana.
But then that got me to thinking about her coming over to the house, and the last thing I wanted to hear through the wall of my bedroom was those two going at it. Ugh!
Either way, I was pleasantly surprised that there was more to my new stepbrother than just being a chess dork.
Who knows? Maybe there were other interesting things about him to discover as well.
Chapter 3 - Rodney
I had just gotten done making my morning smoothie when Cindy walked in.
Every morning, I make a precisely balanced mix of vegetables, fruits, and protein powder, with all of the calorie and nutritional information calculated to give me long-lasting energy while also helping keep me in shape, so you can understand how startled I was when I nearly dropped my smoothie right onto the kitchen floor.
What caught me so off-guard was the dress she was wearing. It was bright red with little polka dots, the style I think they call a sundress, and it really showed off her figure. The top was laced up in such a way as to push her tits up and out, and the hemline was short enough to give me a clear view of her bare thighs.
It was quite an unexpected sight so early in the day, but luckily, I managed to recover at the last second and not make a total fool of myself twice in a row.
“Hey there,” said Cindy, looking around as if she was visiting an open house and considering buying the place.
“Good morning,” I said, once again praying that she wasn’t going to bring up the fact that she’d seen me naked in the shower.
“I’m hungry,” said Cindy, opening the refrigerator and bending over to peer inside.
Luckily, I managed to set my smoothie down on the counter before it could slip out of my trembling hands. What in the world was she doing, thrusting her backside in my face like that? Was it supposed to be some kind of provocation? Was she trying to get revenge on me for what had happened in the bathroom by giving me a glimpse of her panties?
“Yeah, uh, I’m sure, uh... My mom can make you something when she gets done with the laundry,” I said, wiping away the sheen of sweat from my forehead, my traitorous cock stirring in my shorts.
“Hmm. What is that?” said Cindy, scowling as she walked over to where I was standing.
“Oh, this? It’s my smoothie. It’s got kale, celery, beetroot, apple, and protein powder plus a splash of vinegar,” I said.
“Ugh,” said Cindy, wrinkling her nose, which was kind of small and cute, reminding me of a little bunny rabbit for some reason. “I was hoping there might be some Chinese takeout or something.”
“It’s not a good idea to eat fried foods in the morning,” I said. “Or carbohydrates.”
“Uh-huh,” said Cindy, a strange expression on her face as she looked me up and down.
“I can, um... make you a smoothie if you want,” I said.
“No thanks,” said Cindy, flashing me a mysterious little smile as she turned and walked back over to the refrigerator.
“Okay, suit yourself,” I said, pouring my smoothie into my favorite Star Wars glass, an authentic issue from the 1970s that I’d picked up on eBay for a tidy sum.
“Dang, my dad, like, always has leftovers. Why is there nothing good to eat in here?” said Cindy, once again wagging her backside in my direction, making me feel quite uncomfortable.
“My mom’s just down in the basement,” I said after taking a sip of my smoothie. “I’m sure she’d be happy to fix you something when she comes up.”
“Nah,” said Cindy, pursing her lips as she began going through the cabinets, looking like a Viking raiding some undefended coastal village.
“Listen, um, about what happened earlier,” I said, feeling my whole face flush with heat.
“Huh?” said Cindy, taking out an ancient box of Cheerios that I hadn’t even known was in there.
“You know, um, in the bathroom,” I said, now deeply regretting that I’d even brought up the subject.
“Oh, yeah,” said Cindy with a little laugh as she scooped a handful of cereal into her mouth, one Cheerio falling overboard and landing right in the valley between her tits, which she seemed not to notice.
“It’s just the bathroom door, you see, um, the latch is a little wonky,” I said, cringing inside at how dumb I sounded.
“Why are you telling me this?” said Cindy, her eyes narrowing as she looked over at me.
“Well, just, you know, since, um, you’ll be staying with us for a bit,” I said, dying inside of embarrassment.
“Gonna try to peep in on me taking a shower?” said Cindy with a little laugh as she dug her hand deep into the box to get another fistful of cereal.
“What? No, of course not,” I spluttered.
“Relax, dude,” said Cindy, unaware that a few additional Cheerios had landed in her bountiful cleavage. “I’m just messing with you.”
“Oh, all right, cool,” I said, sighing as a wave of relief washed over me.
“Damn, those are old as hell,” said Cindy, setting the box down on the counter and brushing some of the crumbs off the front of her dress.
“Yeah, um, my mom bought ’em for me, but since I don’t really eat cereal anymore, I guess...” I said.
“Dude, are you staring at my tits?” said Cindy, glaring at me.
“What? No?” I stammered as my embarrassment came rushing back. “It’s just...”
“What?” demanded Cindy, coming closer to me.
“A few Cheerios, um, well, they...” I said, pointing to her cleavage.
“Oops!” said Cindy with a little giggle. “It happens sometimes.”
I didn’t mean to, but it was impossible to look away as she did a little shake, trying to dislodge the surviving Cheerios from the deep valley between her tits. My biological instincts just couldn’t ignore a pair of tits that big that were jiggling around just a foot from my face.
“Sorry,” said Cindy. “I didn’t eat almost anything yesterday, so I’m starving.”
“Sure, sure,” I said, discreetly moving my hand down to cover my bulging crotch.
“Hey, do you know anyone who has a pool around here?” said Cindy, walking over to look out of the kitchen window.
“A p-pool?” I said, my overheated mind needing a moment to start working properly again.
“Yeah, you know, a swimming pool,” said Cindy, one hand on her hip as she looked over at me.
“Um, I don’t think so, no,” I said.
“Damn,” said Cindy with a little frown. “I was really hoping to lay out and work on my tan while I was here. Look how pale I am.”
“S-sure,” I said, gulping hard as she lifted up her leg to show me a creamy expanse of her thigh, once again giving me a fleeting glimpse of her white panties.
“Oh well, I guess I’ll have to lay out on the grass,” said Cindy.
“Yeah, I guess,” I said, too flustered to think of anything more helpful to say.
“Cool,” said Cindy before flouncing out of the kitchen, leaving me to stand there and focus on getting my breath back.
When my mother had told me Cindy was going to be living with us for a few weeks over the summer, I hadn’t really taken into consideration all the ramifications of that. But now I was starting to realize that having a girl in the house, especially one with such a spectacular figure, was going to be a lot more difficult than I had imagined.
Regardless, I needed to find some way to get used to her presence because I couldn’t be walking around the house with a boner all the time. And my mother would probably kill me if she knew I was having inappropriate thoughts about my own stepsister, for goodness’ sake!
Chapter 4 - Cindy
I was hungry enough to eat a horse by the time I managed to find the kitchen.
I was hoping to run into my dad, but instead, it was my stepbrother Rodney again. It seemed like everywhere I turned, there he was. He was standing at the counter, holding a blender full of some hideous green liquid of some kind.
“Good morning,” I said, wanting to start off our encounter right after that embarrassment at the upstairs bathroom.
“Uh-huh,” said Rodney with a grunt, too focused on his drink to greet me properly.
“Wow, I’d kill for some Chinese takeout about now,” I said, shivering as the cold air from the fridge hit me.
I had been hoping that there were maybe some egg rolls or General Tso’s chicken in there, but it was pretty empty with just a few bottles of condiments and other stuff I couldn't identify. The one thing my dad and I shared was a love of Chinese food, but it seemed like I was out of luck for now.
“That stuff will make you fat, you know,” said Rodney, using the most obnoxious tone of voice possible. "You gotta watch your weight if you want to stay hot."
“Oh, yeah?” I retorted, resenting the fact that he thought it was his business what I ate.
“You should drink some of this,” said Rodney, gesturing at the nasty green concoction he’d made. “It’s got, like, a billion vitamins and minerals in it or whatever.”
“Thanks, but I’ll pass,” I said, turning to examine what was in the cabinets.
Rodney just stood there, clearly amused as he watched me try to find something to eat before I starved to death. I could feel him staring at my ass as I reached up to one of the higher shelves to pull out a box of Cheerios. Unfortunately, when I looked inside, I saw it was half empty and kind of smelled funky. Nonetheless, I was too hungry to be picky, so I reached in and scooped out a handful.
“My mom is downstairs washing my clothes,” said Rodney. “When she gets done, I can tell her to make you something.”
“Thanks, but I’m good,” I said, resenting the way he was talking about his poor mother like she was his servant or something.
The Cheerios were a bit stale, but after eating nothing but a candy bar and half a two-liter of flat Pepsi the day before, they tasted like heaven. Indeed, I was so focused on the pleasure of having some food in my mouth that it took me a minute to realize Rodney was openly leering at my boobs.
“What the hell, dude?” I said, instantly feeling quite flustered.
“Sorry,” said Rodney, although his eyes never wavered from my chest. “It’s just you've got Cheerios all over your tits.”
“Oh my god, dude,” I said, feeling flushed with heat as I brushed off the crumbs from my chest.
“Hey, FYI, since we're going to be living together. The bathroom door doesn’t latch properly, so you never know when it’s going to pop open again,” said Rodney with a smirk.
“Why are you telling me this?” I said, instantly on alert. “Are you hoping to catch me naked, taking a shower?”
“What? No way,” protested Rodney, although the bulge in his shorts told me otherwise.
“Uh-huh. Well, get that thought out of your mind, dude, ’cuz it ain’t happening,” I said with a little laugh so he’d know I wasn’t intimidated by his pervy behavior.
“Cool, cool,” said Rodney, trying to hide his boner with his hands, which made me shake my head. God, he really was a horndog. I'd forgotten that teenage guys could be like that.
Just then, I thought I saw a glimpse of light blue out of the window, so I walked over, hoping to see that my dad’s new house had a swimming pool. But no such luck. In fact, none of the neighbors seemed to have a pool either, at least from what I could see.
“Hey, um, you know anyone around here who has a pool?” I said, hoping to switch the topic of conversation to something a little less embarrassing and also so he’d stop staring at my boobs.
“Nope. But you can lay out in the back yard in your bikini if you want,” said Rodney, giving me a lecherous grin. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.”
“Yeah, I bet you'd like that,” I said with a little laugh as I turned to leave the kitchen. "All right, catch you later."
“Hey, don’t go,” said Rodney. “Stay, and my mother can make you breakfast.”
“Thanks, but I’ll fix myself something later,” I said, giving Rodney a little wave as I walked out.
Sure, he was a randy little bastard, but I had to give him points for at least trying to flirt with me. It’d been a while since a guy had paid that much attention to me, especially before noon. Yet I also knew that I couldn’t let it get too out of hand because he was my stepbrother.
Still, it was going to be interesting living in a house all summer with a guy who had a giant erect cock 24/7. Something to think about, that was for sure.
Chapter 5 - Rodney
That whole incident in the kitchen had me shaken up.
Why did Cindy keep on insisting on shamelessly flaunting her body in front of me like that? Was she just messing with me as part of some power trip? Or was she secretly trying to tell me that she liked me?
It was all very, very confusing. About the only thing I knew for sure was that my mother would be very upset if anything ever happened between me and Cindy. She was very eager for her new marriage to work out, and she’d warned me that Steve was very protective of Cindy. So even if Cindy was flirting with me, I needed to be strong and resist her provocations.
I went up to my room and decided to play a quick chess match against the computer to calm my nerves. After winning in intermediate mode in just 14 moves, I was feeling a lot better. I reminded myself that I had a coffee date with Tia later that day, so there was no need to think about whatever silly games my stepsister was playing.
For the next couple of hours, everything was going fine. I did some research online and found an old post from Tia on social media, talking about how she really liked pumpkin spice macchiato. Good. I could use that maybe by getting to the coffee shop earlier and ordering for her. She was going to be really impressed that I'd done my research, I was sure.
I also logged in and spanked a couple of kids from Europe, one of whom actually had a higher ranking than me, although our match wasn’t official. Still, it was good to know that my higher brain functions were all still in order. I then lost a game to a senior from Poland, but it was a hard-fought match right up until the very end.
I was feeling myself and in a good mood when I stood up to stretch and made the mistake of glancing out my bedroom window. At first, I didn’t know what I was seeing, but then I realized it was Cindy, lying on a towel in our backyard, wearing a pretty skimpy bikini.
Immediately, all my instincts began buzzing again. She’d mentioned something earlier about lying out to work on her tan, and there she was. Feeling quite guilty inside, I sprang over to my closet and dug around until I found my old birdwatching binoculars.
I hadn’t used them in years, so they were quite dusty, but once I got the lens cap off and the range adjusted, I was rewarded by a wonderfully close-up view of Cindy lying there half-naked in my back yard.
As I said, she was a bit chunkier than my usual type, but it was pretty hard to deny that she had been blessed with curves in all the right places. With a few more tweaks to my binoculars, I could see her hand as it brushed against her stomach, her skin gleaming with some kind of oil or suntan lotion.
It was quite a stirring sight, and once again, I chastised myself for having inappropriate thoughts. What in the world was I doing? Ogling my stepsister? And for what? So I could get my jollies by staring at a hot girl in a bikini without her knowing? It was wrong, just wrong, yet I couldn’t stop.
Before I knew it, I had a pretty good erection going. I kept telling myself to turn back to my computer and get in a few more matches, but nonetheless my eyes remained glued to the sight of the fabric of Cindy’s bikini as it draped across her hips and then down to the valley where the greatest of treasures could be found.
In fact, if I zoomed in to maximum magnification, I could just make out the cleft formed by her labia through her swimsuit, and that made my cock start throbbing.
Finally, I wrenched the binoculars away from my eyes. I was breathing hard, and there was a light sheen of sweat on my forehead. Even worse, I had been debating whether or not to jack off, and that made it all the more shameful. Sure, I was a horny teen, but there was a world of porn online for that sort of thing, not spying on my stepsister, for goodness’ sake!
Feeling immensely dehydrated, I went downstairs to get myself a glass of lemonade from the refrigerator. When I got to the kitchen, my mother was there, and she gave me a big smile when she saw me.
“Oh, there you are, hon,” said my mother. “Everything okay? Your face is a little flushed.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I stuttered. “It’s just, you know, a hot day.”
“Yeah, it sure is,” said my mother with a little chuckle. “I just made a fresh batch of lemonade. Why don’t you go take out a glass to your stepsister?”
“What?” I gulped.
“She’s lying outside on the back lawn,” said my mother. “Said she wanted to work on her tan, I think. Poor thing must be cooking out there under that hot sun.”
“Yeah,” I said, my heart hammering in my chest.
“Go along and bring her a glass,” said my mother. “Come on. It’ll be good for the two of you to bond a little.”
“S-sure,” I said, not really having any other choice.
Praying that my dick wouldn’t betray me, I took the glass of lemonade from my mother and headed out to the back lawn. But seeing Cindy up close and personal with my own eyes just made it all the more real, forcing me to keep my gaze locked on her face so I wouldn’t get all stirred up again.
“Hey,” I said, shaking the glass to make the ice cubes rattle. “My mother, um, asked me to bring this to you.”
“Aww, that’s very sweet,” said Cindy, using one arm to cover her chest as she sat up.
I’d been so focused on staring at her face that I hadn’t even noticed she wasn’t wearing a top, so it gave me quite a jolt when I caught a glimpse of those big tits of hers just barely covered by her arm.
“Oh my god, are you staring at my boobs?” said Cindy with a giggle as she took the glass of lemonade from me with her free hand.
“What? No, of course not,” I spluttered, although at that point, my raging hard-on was giving me away.
“Damn, don’t you have a girlfriend?” said Cindy, giving me a sidelong glance as she sipped on her drink.
“N-No,” I stammered. “But I’ve got a date later this afternoon. It’s with this girl Tia. I met her at a chess tournament. She has really long hair.”
“All right, all right,” said Cindy. “Well, have fun on your date. And, uh, thanks for the lemonade.”
“S-sure,” I said, whipping around and making a beeline for the house.
Thankfully, my mother wasn’t in the kitchen when I returned, so I bolted up the stairs and went straight to my room, locking the door behind me. At that point, my hormones were zinging in my blood, so I pulled down my shorts and started jerking off.
As I did so, I tried picturing Tia’s face, wanting to manifest some of that excited energy ahead of our date so that it would go well. But the truth is that it was the images of Cindy’s creamy tits spilling out from behind her arm that had my cock throbbing the hardest.
I just barely managed to snatch my special towel in time to catch the hot torrent of jizz that came spilling out of me. Once I was done cleaning myself up, I took a deep breath to try and steady my nerves.
Clearly, this summer living with Cindy was going to be a real challenge, but I was determined not to let her voluptuous presence get the best of me.
All I had to do was focus on improving my chess skills and direct my attention to more appropriate feminine targets like Tia, and everything was going to be just fine.
Chapter 6 - Cindy
I was buzzing all over after that encounter in the kitchen with Rodney.
Something about him was getting under my skin, and it was driving me nuts. Under ordinary circumstances, I wouldn’t have paid any mind to a guy like that, but that huge bulge in his shorts and constant flirting had me all hot and bothered.
I considered taking a cold shower to calm my nerves, but then I was reminded of the broken bathroom door latch and the possibility that he might try to spy on me naked, so that got me wound up even further.
For a long time, I paced around my room, wondering what to do. Since I’d broken up with my boyfriend after catching him cheating with one of my friends, I hadn’t gotten any action, and now I was really starting to feel the hunger grow inside of me.
What I really needed was to find a guy to give me a quick, hot roll in the hay, and then I could think straight as I planned my next move. But all the guys I knew were back at college, some two hours away, and even if one of them was willing to make the long drive, where were they going to stay? My dad definitely wasn’t going to let them sleep under his roof, that was for sure.
Of course, I did have some toys with me, but they just weren’t capable of scratching that itch. No, what I needed was to hit some of the local bars and find a guy to help me out and distract me from Rodney and his giant cock.
In the end, I decided to go lay out in the back yard and work on my tan, thinking that the warm rays of the sun would help me relax. Besides, now that I was single again, I needed to look my best when I went on the hunt for a new boyfriend.
I was a bit disappointed that there was no pool, but beggars can’t be choosers. Unfortunately, when I went through my dresser to look for a swimsuit to wear, I couldn’t find my favorite one. Whether I’d accidentally left it behind at my ex-boyfriend’s place or misplaced it somewhere else, I don’t know, but all I could find was this really skimpy pink number that barely covered anything.
I felt pretty naked once I put it on, but without any mirrors in my room, I couldn’t know for sure how I looked. What I really wanted to do was go down the hall to the bathroom to inspect myself in the mirror there, but I could hear Rodney moving around in his room, and the last thing I wanted was for him to pop out and start ogling me.
In the end, I had to make do with my compact mirror, doing my best to make sure all my important bits were covered. I then grabbed my towel and headed downstairs. The grass in the back yard was thick and green, and so I kicked off my shoes, savoring how good it felt underneath my bare feet.
I set up my towel on the grass and was just about to lie down when I realized I had forgotten my phone upstairs, meaning I had no way to listen to any music, which is what I usually did when I was tanning. With a sigh, I resigned myself to silence and then stretched out, relishing how good the rays of the sun felt on my bare skin.
My dad’s new house was in the suburbs, so I could hear a few lawnmowers going in the distance, but otherwise, it was all rather peaceful, which was a nice change of pace. My ex-boyfriend’s apartment was downtown near all the bars, and it’d taken me a long time to get used to falling asleep with all that noise.
Between the quietness of the neighborhood and the warm sun, it wasn’t long before I dozed off. I awoke with a start, worried that I might’ve gotten burned, but my skin looked okay when I sat up and examined myself. I then flipped over onto my stomach and unfastened my top to avoid getting any unnecessary tan lines.
I had just about fallen asleep again when I heard ice rattling in a glass. When I opened my eyes to look, I saw it was Rodney, walking over toward me with a glass of lemonade in his hand, the bulge in his crotch once again on prominent display.
“Wow, you’re looking hot,” he said with a smirk as he handed me the glass, knowing full well I couldn’t take it from him without sitting up and exposing my breasts. “Here, I brought you some lemonade.”
“Um, thanks,” I said, doing my best to cover my boobs with one arm as I took the glass from him.
“My mother made it,” said Rodney, a leering grin on his face as his eyes swept over my chest.
“Aww, tell her thank you,” I said, once again resenting how he treated her like some kind of personal servant.
"Hehehe," said Rodney, still shamelessly ogling my tits.
“Damn, dude, why are you staring at my boobs?” I said, my inner fires raging so hard that it was making my whole body tremble.
“Aww, get over yourself,” said Rodney with a dismissive chuckle. “Anyway, I’ve got a date with a much hotter chick later today. She’s got long hair and a killer body.”
“Fine then, enjoy your date,” I said, once again infuriated by the way he kept insulting me while simultaneously scoping me out with his eyes.
“Thanks, I will,” said Rodney with a cocky smirk even as that enormous bulge in his shorts taunted me.
I felt alternating waves of cold and heat wash over me as he turned to head back to the house. Why did he keep doing this to me? Was he trying to get me riled up with his antics? I could tell he was attracted to me, yet he kept acting dismissive, as if I were beneath him or something.
Well, he had another thing coming if he thought I was going to fall for his stupid games. So what if he had a lean muscular body and an enormous dick and kind of a cute face? It was going to take a lot more than that to get me interested. Anyway, he was just a kid, and what I needed was a man, not some cocky chess nerd with delusions of grandeur.
Nonetheless, I found myself squirming around on the towel, unable to find a comfortable position. As much as Rodney infuriated me, he had found a way to push my buttons at a time when I was really vulnerable.
Realizing I was in a hopeless position, I looked around to make sure the coast was clear, and then I walked around to the side of the tool shed at the corner of the back yard. In that little space, I was completely shielded from view, so I lowered my bikini bottoms and let my fingers do their thing.
It was sick and it was wrong, but I desperately needed some relief. And yeah, maybe some images of Rodney unlimbering that magnificent cock of his flashed through my mind as I rubbed out a couple of good ones.
But I was only doing it in order to clear my head. I mean, it wasn’t like anything was ever going to happen between us, first of all because he was my stepbrother and secondly because he was totally wrong for me.
All I had to do was be patient. Once I got a little color on my skin and maybe dropped a pound or two, I’d be ready to get back in the game and find myself a real boyfriend. After that, Rodney could prance around in his tight shorts as much as he wanted, and I wouldn’t care.
Simple, really.