He walked on, sitting two benches down on the opposite side of the path, spreading his legs nonchalantly.“Who was it?”He had to know everything.“The dirty teenage boy next door?Your first high school sweetheart?”
She stunned him with, “My stepbrother.”
Now he was the one who would have tripped if he hadn’t already sat down.“Is that true?”
“Absolutely true.”
His heart was beating hard, his cock pulsing in time.“Tell me how it happened?”He was suddenly so worked up it was almost hard to breathe.
“My parents divorced when I was ten, and our parents got married when I was fourteen—my dad and his mom.He was two years older.We’d lived in the same town for several years and I knew him from middle school.I was a freshman, and he was a junior—I already thought he was hot even before our parents got together.”
“So you liked older men.”
She laughed—a soft sound soughing out gently.“It was hot to daydream about a junior.”
“You’re keeping me in suspense.Tell me how it started.There’s something sexy and taboo about living in the same house, supposedly as brother and sister.But secretly...”
Then she blew him away again.“I accidentally caught him jerking off in his room.”
He sucked in a shaky breath.“So you’re guilty of peeping on your stepbrother.”
She waved slightly as if gesturing him away.“He shouldn’t have been jerking off in the middle of the afternoon when our parents were both at work and his little stepsister could come home from school at any moment.Even more, he should’ve closed his door.”
“Did you hear him first?The slap of his fist beating?”
“It was his sounds.And I knew those sounds.It wasn’t like our parents were particularly quiet.”
He got even harder learning she’d overheard her parents having sex.
“I thought he had a girl with him.His door was slightly ajar, and I just wanted to see who it was.”She paused, as if she were remembering, as if it were making her hot all over again.
It sure as hell made him hard.This woman knew how to keep him on edge.“Tell me exactly what you saw.”
From her bench, she glanced at him, smiled.“He was sitting on his desk chair, his shorts around his ankles, his legs spread, his hand moving fast.And he was groaning.”
“But you didn’t walk away.You even pushed the door open a bit more, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did.He was a jock.And he had a really nice body.”He saw her lick her lips as if she could see and hear it all again.
“He made you wet.”
“I was so wet.But I didn’t really understand all that then.We weren’t so inundated with sex back then.I’d never even played with myself.”
“But you discovered masturbation that day.”
She flicked him a smile.“Yes, I did.It was like watching a spectacle at the arena.I couldn’t take my eyes off him.The way the muscles of his face moved, the way his forearm strained, and the glimpse of the crown of his cock every time his hand went down.I even saw droplets of come leaking out.”
The main path was getting too crowded for what she was saying, and she stood again, heading onto a less traveled trail.He followed as if she were the Pied Piper.
“When he came,” she said, her voice a hoarse whisper, “it was like a jet stream, up and over.He didn’t even try to catch it.He just kept jerking himself, and I couldn’t stop watching that flood of come spurting out of his cock.”
“Jesus.”He was so hard it was painful to walk.“He actually saw you watching him, didn’t he?”
She didn’t answer his question right away, but he was so enjoying the tale he didn’t care.He savored every word, every pause, every sigh.
“He kept working himself for a few seconds more,” she whispered, seducing him with her words and the images her tale evoked.“His head fell back against his chair.And I was frozen; I couldn’t move.I should’ve closed the door so he wouldn’t see me, but I couldn’t.”She paused, and his heartbeat ratcheted up with what she was about to tell him.“And then he said, ‘Did you like it, little sister?’”Her breathing came hard over the phone now.“Even then I still couldn’t run.”
There was only one jogger passing by them here, and Knox was actually looking for spots where he could drag Summer off the path.Did she know what she did to him?Or was she just recounting the story for herself because she loved it?
