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it wide as we plodded across the lawn, Ryan directing me around the maze of expensive potted palms that dotted our path. “When you regret what we did all night tomorrow morning, you can blame it all on my state of inebriation and the fact that you just couldn’t resist your slutty stepsister throwing herself at you the night before.”
“That would be fine,” he chuckled, playing along as we approached the neon-lit pool area, “if I were drunk too.”
“So what’s stopping you?” I asked, shoving him playfully as we stood by the pool. Or, at least, I thought I was being playful. Maybe I wasn’t as sober as I thought – or perhaps didn’t know my own strength – because Ryan stumbled as if launched from a canon. I chuckled, amused at the big lug stumbling awkwardly around the big pool deck.
“You little brat!” he said, apparently none too eager to be shown up by a mere girl as he pivoted, hands extended, to return the favor and push me back. When he did, I felt myself launch up, out and back, suddenly aloft and hovering in mid-air for a moment.
I remained there, as if frozen in time, peering back at Ryan as his eyes grew wide with surprise and eventually, concern. His mouth formed a raw, wide “O” shape as he reached for me in vain, but by the time his long, thick fingers brushed the hem of my dress it was too late.
The moment was gone and in its place came the splash of water and the rush of waves as I landed in the pool, still wearing my fuck-me pumps, little black dress, and even littler black panties. The water wasn’t cold, but in my overheated state, it was certainly a slap in the face, figuratively and literally.
I sank quickly to the bottom of the pool and then, suddenly sober and wide awake, I emerged shaking my mane of long, blonde hair and spitting out water between chuckles and gushes of excitement.
“You asshole!” I gasped, splashing wildly as Ryan began to laugh – and laugh and laugh and laugh. “You. Ass. Hole!” I repeated myself, in between giggles of my own, that is.
As I stood there in the pool, halfway between the shallow and the deep end, the warm water caressing my skin, Ryan’s tank top and blue jeans splashed with water, suddenly sober and even hornier than before, I could feel the night… change… into something different and far more opportunistic.
Gone was the nearly averted tragedy of the nightclub and the long, winding, endless drive home from the parking lot. Gone was the wizened, weasely face of Randy-Rex and whatever he might have done to me. Now, the warm water caressing my skin, Ryan’s gaze warm and adoring upon me, and mine upon his, I could only feel the deep seated lust that had been simmering come to a long, low, roiling boil that threatened to consume me.
Yes, I’d been reckless, but couldn’t he see why? I never drank that much, or went to clubs alone, or acted so recklessly. It was all for Ryan, to seduce or silence him, to impress or challenge him. I hadn’t been able to sleep a wink since he’d returned home, and for once, I was glad for the sudden change in my all-too-bland lifestyle.
And just as suddenly, change was no longer enough.
I could only imagine what I looked like, standing there sopping wet in the pool, but however I looked, Ryan couldn’t seem to look away from the hot, sloppy mess that was his randy stepsister. His eyes drank me in hungrily, inch by inch, as he stood there, silent for the first time all evening. When he did speak, his voice was tentative and unconvincing as he tried in vain to play the part of the older, responsible stepbrother.
“Here,” he said, kneeling down to extend a hand. “Let me help you out.”
I merely shook my head, wriggling a wet, dripping finger as I backed gently out of reach. “Uh huh,” I teased breathily, purring as I inched away in the warm, sultry water. “I’d rather you join me.”
He shook his head “no” but at the same time, made no move to leave. If anything, he peered
“That would be fine,” he chuckled, playing along as we approached the neon-lit pool area, “if I were drunk too.”
“So what’s stopping you?” I asked, shoving him playfully as we stood by the pool. Or, at least, I thought I was being playful. Maybe I wasn’t as sober as I thought – or perhaps didn’t know my own strength – because Ryan stumbled as if launched from a canon. I chuckled, amused at the big lug stumbling awkwardly around the big pool deck.
“You little brat!” he said, apparently none too eager to be shown up by a mere girl as he pivoted, hands extended, to return the favor and push me back. When he did, I felt myself launch up, out and back, suddenly aloft and hovering in mid-air for a moment.
I remained there, as if frozen in time, peering back at Ryan as his eyes grew wide with surprise and eventually, concern. His mouth formed a raw, wide “O” shape as he reached for me in vain, but by the time his long, thick fingers brushed the hem of my dress it was too late.
The moment was gone and in its place came the splash of water and the rush of waves as I landed in the pool, still wearing my fuck-me pumps, little black dress, and even littler black panties. The water wasn’t cold, but in my overheated state, it was certainly a slap in the face, figuratively and literally.
I sank quickly to the bottom of the pool and then, suddenly sober and wide awake, I emerged shaking my mane of long, blonde hair and spitting out water between chuckles and gushes of excitement.
“You asshole!” I gasped, splashing wildly as Ryan began to laugh – and laugh and laugh and laugh. “You. Ass. Hole!” I repeated myself, in between giggles of my own, that is.
As I stood there in the pool, halfway between the shallow and the deep end, the warm water caressing my skin, Ryan’s tank top and blue jeans splashed with water, suddenly sober and even hornier than before, I could feel the night… change… into something different and far more opportunistic.
Gone was the nearly averted tragedy of the nightclub and the long, winding, endless drive home from the parking lot. Gone was the wizened, weasely face of Randy-Rex and whatever he might have done to me. Now, the warm water caressing my skin, Ryan’s gaze warm and adoring upon me, and mine upon his, I could only feel the deep seated lust that had been simmering come to a long, low, roiling boil that threatened to consume me.
Yes, I’d been reckless, but couldn’t he see why? I never drank that much, or went to clubs alone, or acted so recklessly. It was all for Ryan, to seduce or silence him, to impress or challenge him. I hadn’t been able to sleep a wink since he’d returned home, and for once, I was glad for the sudden change in my all-too-bland lifestyle.
And just as suddenly, change was no longer enough.
I could only imagine what I looked like, standing there sopping wet in the pool, but however I looked, Ryan couldn’t seem to look away from the hot, sloppy mess that was his randy stepsister. His eyes drank me in hungrily, inch by inch, as he stood there, silent for the first time all evening. When he did speak, his voice was tentative and unconvincing as he tried in vain to play the part of the older, responsible stepbrother.
“Here,” he said, kneeling down to extend a hand. “Let me help you out.”
I merely shook my head, wriggling a wet, dripping finger as I backed gently out of reach. “Uh huh,” I teased breathily, purring as I inched away in the warm, sultry water. “I’d rather you join me.”
He shook his head “no” but at the same time, made no move to leave. If anything, he peered
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