Gender: Male Age: 18 Location: Bronx
|Introduction: How far can one person go to get what they want?|
I decided to start a new series, the last one just wasn't working for me. This one will be a lot more realistic but will have that extra kick to it. Let me warn you, this will be about a ten year-old girl and her sixteen year-old step brother. If incest and blackmail aren't your thing then I'd suggest you move on. If not, you're in for a treat. I plan to start the story off with some background first then get into the sex and fighting, I hope you guys can be patient. It will be worth it. Please don't give the story a negative rating without reading all of it. I'm reluctant to leave comments turned on because of what some people said last time but I am looking for some constructive criticism. If you don't like the story please tell me why, don't just neg me and leave a stupid ass comment. This will be thirty chapters of pure sick and twisted pleasure. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.
Monster: Chapter 1
Moving into a new home was just what I needed. The new house, the new state and the new family was more than enough to send me over the edge. I guess I never had anything good unless I worked hard for it. My dad was never there and my mom died when I was young.
I was never fit to be one of those popular guys that was surrounded by girls. I had one or two friends but that was it. I didn't have the normal interests a normal guy would. I didn't play any video games, I didn't party like everyone else in my school. I dedicated my entire life to the thing I love more than anything else on this earth. Boxing.
My father decided to stick me in a gym when I was seven and I never looked back. I think he originally meant it as a punishment but warmed up to it as I enjoyed my time there more and more. I started to look forward to going to the gym every day but I pretended to be upset just for his sake.
I trained harder than anybody else in that gym. I ran every morning and night. I sparred countless rounds and threw thousands of punches. I hit the sandbags for hours on end trying to become the best boxer I could. The work did eventually pay off. I won three National championships in a row and was the best boxer in my division. I was even offered to go to the Olympic qualifiers but winning the Nationals was more than enough for me.
As I grew older, my father and I grew apart. He started dating again and I just wouldn't have any of those sluts pretend to be my mother. I isolated myself from them an focused on my boxing. School was a breeze and my father did have success in the business world. He eventually settled down with one of his "girlfriends" and decided he would drag me along with him.
Which brings me to where I am now. Sitting in my father's car in front of this huge house here in Upstate New York. The moving truck was just being unloaded by the company my dad hired and we were sitting in the BMW arguing. I refused to go into the house.
"Just give her a chance!" he pleaded. If he thought I was going to even talk to that bitch and her daughter, he was out of it. She even had kid from a previous marriage. This dork was treating her more like his child than his own son!
I looked at him. The fat and hairy Cuban man that sat next to me was no father of mine. Just a title given to him for conceiving me, it's not like he acted the role. We didn't look anything alike. I had a low cut and a skin fade while he had ridiculously long braids. I was six feet tall and he wasn't over five. He was fifty pounds over weight and my training regimen kept me at a trimmed one hundred seventy-five pounds.
"She's not my mom," I spat before stepping out of the car. He quickly followed me up to the door. I had to hand it to him, it was a nice house. Three stories with four bedrooms and a huge basement, or so he told me. The front yard had neatly cut grass with the exception of the granite path that led to the door.
I walked swiftly to the door and gave it three hard knocks. The door swung open and I was met with a huge hug and found my face buried in between two giant breasts. My dad's new wife was giving me her standard bear hug before her traditional yet highly inappropriate kisses.
She let go of me for a split second only to pull me towards her yet again and mashed her lips into mine. She tasted like peaces, if it wasn't for my deep hatred I might have even enjoyed it. She didn't stop there. She repeatedly kissed me while my father was not five feet from us. The last kiss lasted longer than the others and I even felt a little tongue at the end.
I licked the delicious taste of her lips off mine and tried to savor it. I felt my cock growing stiff in my pants, despite my attempts to be angry with this woman.
I finally looked into her beautiful blue eyes and made my way down the rest of her body. Natalie was way too hot for my dad, maybe even anyone else. She was a five-foot four blonde with the most curvaceous body I'd ever seen. She has huge 36DD breasts which seemed to defy gravity. Her ass was so perfect it almost looked fake and her face was stunning. She was covered in cute little freckles that made her already pale skin look even paler.
She flashed me that perfect smile before brushing past me and shoving her tongue into my father's throat. While their disgusting smooch-fest was going on I stepped into the house. It was even better inside. It had a massive living room with a giant 69" screen TV and surround sound system. I kinda wish I had a gaming console now.
I made my way into the modernly designed kitchen and pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge. Just as I closed the door I heard a high-pitched voice behind me.
"Who are you?" I turned to see the cutest little girl I've ever seen. She looked like a smaller version of Natalie, but without the huge tits. Although her breasts were surprisingly large. She stood there with her hair in a pony tail and wore a pair of spandex tights two sizes smaller, she couldn't have been over twelve and her mother allowed her to dress like that? Her chest was drenched in sweat, darkening the fabric of her belly shirt. Her sneakers were covered in dirt, she was obviously running.
I realized that I was staring a little too late. When I met her pretty blue eyes, her freckled cheeks were bright red. It was kinda hard not to stare at her massive camel toe.
"I'm Tony. Your step brother," I stepped closer to shake her hand but she backed up slightly. Just before I could say something Natalie came into the kitchen holding hands with my dad. She gave her little girl a kiss on the cheek and formally introduced us.
"Tony this is my beautiful daughter Stephanie," she said waving her hand in Stephanie's direction. I could see her daughter staring at me from the corner of my eye. This time Stephanie came forward and shook my hand, her cheeks still red as a tomato. She reluctantly let go of my hand and stood next to her mom.
"We already enrolled you in the local High School," my father said breaking the silence.
"Jesus Victor, let him settle in before mentioning the new school," Natalie slapped my father on the arm and dragged him upstairs.
Stephanie still stood in the exact same spot and continued her leering. She would blush whenever our eyes met but I just brushed it off.
"So how old are you?" I asked spinning the cap off my bottle. She seemed to snap out of a trance before answering me.
"I'm ten. How old are you?" she questioned in a hushed tone. I smiled at her discomfort.
"I'm sixteen. You know, you're really pretty," I said adding to her embarrassment. She couldn't help but smile.
"T-thank you. People say I get it from my mom," she said, her cheeks still on fire. This girl obviously had a thing for older guys. This could be very amusing to me.
"Were you working out?" I asked then took a huge sip from the bottle.
"Yeah, I play soccer for my school. Do you play any sports?" she seemed more relaxed now. I knew we would get along. I didn't like her mother but she seemed like a smart girl.
"I'm a boxer. It's the only reason why this fancy private school wanted me. Their boxing team is in the dump, so they put me on to get them back on track," I explained. She listened attentively but there was something off about her. She watched my lips as I spoke. She took glances down at my crotch and couldn't seem to stop staring. I'll admit it was creeping me out now. A girl her age shouldn't know how to give those certain looks.
"Wow boxing, huh? It must be painful," she said grabbing a water bottle out of the freezer. I instinctively looked at her ass and was rewarded for my perversion. Her curvy hips shifted from left to right with every step she took. Her ass was way too big and way too thick for her to be ten, but it's not like she would lie to me about her age.
I could watch her walk for days if it meant looking at that bubble butt the whole time. I felt my erection coming back.
"Do you know were my room is?" I asked before something else might happen. She turned around and gave me the same award-winning smile her mother had. She led me up the stairs into a massive hallway. We passed by a few door before stopping next to the bathroom. She pointed out her room was on the other side next to the huge window at the end of the hall. At least I had a bathroom near by.
My room seemed so empty without my furniture in it. I would definitely have to decorate it later. Only my dresser and my bed filled the empty space.
I never felt so tired in my life. It was way too early to go to bed. I decided to see what Stephanie was up to.
I quietly made my way down the hall and knocked on her sticker-covered pink door. She opened it slightly then told me to come in.
She was sitting on her giant bed surrounded by stuffed animals. Everything in her room was pink. Pink walls, pink curtains, pink floors. It was way more link that my eyes could handle. She sat there on her bed, showered and wrapped in her pink pajamas. The pink was getting a bit to much.
"Do you like your room?" she asked moving one of her teddy bears.
"It's alright but I'll have to decorate it once the movers are done," I told her standing at the doorway.
"I'm happy you're here," she blurted out. I took me by surprise but I still felt flattered. She covered her mouth with those tiny hands and tried to hide her crimson cheeks.
"Why's that?" I asked half-serious.
"I was hoping you'd be nice and we could be friends. I didn't see at the wedding and you never came to any of our vacations. I thought you didn't like me," she confessed. I admit I felt guilt punch me in the stomach but I was sincerely busy. When my father got married, I was so angry I couldn't even be in the same room as him. The vacations would've gotten in the way of my training.
"I like you just fine, it's your mom I'm not so hot about," I said truthfully. She was upset I mentioned her mom.
"Why don't you like my mom? She makes your dad happy. She told she really likes you and that she wants to get to know you better. You won't like her if you don't give her a chance," she was almost yelling now. It was a little shocking to see her childish side. Maybe she was right. I should still try to get to know her mom.
"We'll see how it goes," I said trying to play it cool. She giggled at that.
"You can stop with the tough guy act. I know more about you than you think, Tony. I know who you really are," she said with a devilish grin.
"What do you mean you know who I really am?" I was getting a bit flustered.
"Who am I?" I asked a little louder. Just as she was about to open her mouth, Natalie came running into the room.
"I hate to interrupt the bonding but the Principal requested you take the tour today, not Monday. Sorry honey, I can give you a ride," she panted as she spoke. This maniac probably ran up the stair as soon as she got the call.
"Fine let's go," I said with false confidence. I took one last look at Stephanie before I left. She playfully organized her teddy bears as she sang a giddy little song. What did she mean? I'm definitely talking to her later on.
The ride to the school didn't take long. Natalie kept talking the whole way and despite my attempts to ignore her, she just keep yapping. I watched her full, luscious lips move as she rambled on. My dad really was a lucky guy, way more lucky than he thought.
We made a sharp right turn and that was the first time I saw Silver Creek High. The building looked more like a castle than a school. I saw countless of high class students walking around in uniforms. The guys wore a navy blue shirt and cargo pants while the girls wore the same navy blue blouses with skirts.
Natalie pulled into the parking lot and said she'd wait for me in the car. She said she had a few calls to make anyway. Just great, I'm stuck in a whole new school by myself. Just my fucking luck.
I made my way out of the car and try to speed past the parking lot without getting lynched. I was the only Hispanic kid in the whole school. I saw maybe one or two black guys but that was its. The rest were a bunch of snotty-looking white boys and some bitchy blonde girls. I got countless dirty looks as I walked to the main office.
Once I was in the school I instantly made my way to the security guards and asked them were the main office was. The pointed down the hall and to the left, were I was met with more stares. I opened the heavy metal door to find even more rich kids staring me down.
A tall husky man pushed his was past the crowd and came walking my way.
"Antonio Gamboa! Or should I call you Tony?" he asked with a huge smile. He kindly offered me his hand and I firmly shook it.
"I'm Principal Johnson, I run this fine school," he added with a hint of sarcasm. He stood there examining for a few moments before speaking again.
"So you're the The Cobra, The Iceman, Thunder, The Ghost," I had to stop him.
"My old school got carried away with the nicknames. You can just call me Tony," I assured him.
"Thunder it is," he said with that huge grin on his face. He gestured me to
follow him and I quickly did. We walked down the same hall but took a different turn to the elevators. Elevators?
The school was defiantly bigger than it looked, and it looked huge! The elevator had eight buttons on it. Eight different floors for only one school?
Mr. Johnson pressed the basement button and I felt the sudden rush of descend when the elevator smoothly made it's way down. We stepped out to some familiar sounds. I could hear the leather crash against leather. The sounds of gloves hitting mitts and the hollow noise your forearms make when you block a punch.
We walked further down the hall towards huge double doors. Mr. Johnson pushed them open and I was met with a familiar sight. Three guys were lined up hitting the bags. Two other boxers were sparring one ring while the other three stretched in another. They had a great gym set up but seemed to be lacking in numbers.
"Kenneth! Get out here!" Mr. Johnson yelled at the top of him lungs.
An extremely muscular man made his way out the office past the rings. Every muscle fiber seemed to compress with every step he took. He carefully watches the boxers spar as he made his way past the rings.
It felt like ages before he made his way across the gym. Once he was within arm's length his facial expression completely changed. His scowl turned into a smile and he extended his wrapped hand. I shook his hand only to feel the iron grip this man possessed.
"I'm Kenneth, the assistant coach." he said flashing me his perfect white teeth. Kenneth was a six foot tall black man and just about the most intimidating person I'd ever seen. I had never met anyone more polite.
"I heard a lot about you Antonio. Your in-fighting style, winning every one of your bouts via knockout. You know this is amateur boxing right? The goal is to score more points not to knock the other guys head off," he added with a laugh.
"I've seen his fights. His power is out of this world and not to mention his speed and defense. This kid is like a lighter version of Tyson," Mr Johnson chipped in. Being to compared to a legend was flattering but I knew I was far away from my goal.
"Tony, have you been training? You look in shape," Kenneth asked. I knew what was coming next...
"I keep my regimen up whether I'm fighting or not," I told him.
"Good, we'd love to see you in action," I knew they would want to see me fight, I didn't expect it to be this soon.
Kenneth call over one of the guys hitting the bags. He had to be at least nine inches taller than me. Just from hitting the bag, I could tell he was a boxer-type. Fast, a lot of rhythm and a stiff jab. This was getting interesting.
"Tony, Drake. Drake this is Tony," Kenneth introduced us. I offered my hand but he refused to shake it.
"I heard about you superstar. The baddest amateur on the planet without any metals? We'll see about that." he strapped on his headgear and stepped in the ring.
"How 'bout it?" Kenneth pointed towards the locker room. I nodded and followed him to the showers. He handed me a pair of 16oz gloves and padded head gear. I took of my shirt and my pants. I untied my sneakers and waited for him to find shoes my size.
Kenneth handed me a standard tank top but I insisted on going bare. He gave me a pair of plain black trunks which I quickly slipped on. He found a pair of black shoes with red trim which fit me nicely.
We went back out to find a huge crowd gathered around the ring. Half of the students I saw outside must've come down here. I saw Mr. Johnson waved furiously in the crowd. No wonder, he got them down here.
Kenneth pushed his way through the people and guided me to the steps. I made my way through the second and third road and found myself in the ring yet another time. Kenneth stepped to middle of the ring and signaled the crowd to quiet down.
"This is going to be a four round match with two minute rounds. Both boxers with get a minute rest between rounds. All standard rules apply," he instructed. Kenneth surpassingly came back to my corner and stuck a mouthpiece in my mouth.
"This was the only clean one I could find. Listen, you're fighting the best boxer we have here. Three time Regional Champion and two time National Championship runner-up. He's fast, kid. Real fast, just feel him out in the first two rounds then make your move," Kenneth slapped me hard on the back and slipped in between the ropes and out of the ring.
I took my usual fighting pose. Keeping my hands up high right below my eyes. I took my crouching stance and kept my peak-a-boo guard tight.
My opponent kept his right hand up high by his chin but let his left one fall to his waistline. He slowly started to swing his left arm back and forth, keeping it bent at the elbow. I knew what he was gonna hit me with, and I knew he would pay dearly for it.
I charged in full speed and felt the sting of his lighting fast jabs on my forehead. He quickly sides stepped and left me standing alone in his corner. I watched his swift footwork and strengthen my guard.
I chased him down yet again, slipping three consecutive punches. He three out a double jab then a chopping right hand. I took the jabs on my guard but bent my waist and weaved past his fist. I instinctively set my feet and cocked my arm back for a hook. I twisted my hips and sat down on my punch sending my full weight on it.
With a loud crack my fist dug into the right side on his body. His guard was way up high, covering his face. I followed up with double right hooks to the body and down he went.
Tossing in pain and coughing up spit. Kenneth stepped in and sent me to the neutral corner. I rested my arms on the roles as I waited for the count.
"One" he was still clutching his stomach in agony.
"Five" he managed to get up on his knees and grabbed the ropes for support.
"Eight" he sprang back up to his feet and showed Kenneth his fighting pose. Kenneth instructed us to box and stepped out of the ring once more.
I bobbed and weaved my way to him again, rapidly closing the distance. He tried to maneuver off the ropes but I cut him off with another vicious left hook to the body. He barely managed to block it with his elbow. I dug into his upper abdomen with a right uppercut and sent a sharp right to his jaw. His guard was barely fighting off my punches. I pushed him further into the ropes with my right shoulder and continued to wail on his body.
Lefts and rights, some he managed to block others slipped past his guard and crushed his vital organs. He flinched in pain with every punch that connected with his body or his guard. He made the foolish mistake to use both hands to cover up his body, showing me the spot I've been looking for the whole time.
Once his jawline was visible I sent the hardest, fastest right hook I could. I twisted my hips in perfect rotation, shifted my weight perfectly and snapped my shoulder just right. I dug my padded knuckles into his jaw again and again until he crumbled before me. I continued to swing at the ropes and the air near him.
I felt Kenneth's massive hands pull me away from him and I knew it was over. I took off my gloves and stepped out. Mr. Johnson waited for me by the stairs with astonishment.
"Jesus Christ! I've never seen anything like that," he cried in excitement. I looked around to see the same look on the faces on my soon to be peers. Some looked impressed while other looked disgusted.
"Go and change so we can talk in my office," he told me pushing his way past the sea of students.
I felt a sudden guilt take over me. I shoved my way back into the ring to find my opponent siting on a stool while Kenneth examined his eyes.
"You alright, man?" I asked with sincere concern. He looked up at me and smiled. I didn't know it back then, that moment would be the start of a crazy friendship.
I patted him on the shoulder then helped Kenneth carry him out of the ring. He was a lot heavier than he looked. After I left him under Kenneth's care, I quickly changed back into my clothes and went to meet Mr. Johnson.
I was surprised to see all the students still standing there. They stood as if waiting for the next fight to come on. Mr. Johnson scared them off after minutes.
"Tony, you got the stuff." he said as we walked down the hall towards his office.
"Whatever that means," I responded looking at the well-decorated walls.
"No really. I've never seen an amateur hit that hard, or move that fast. You were like a pro out there," When we finally reached his door, he politely opened it and waved his arm towards the room.
Once inside I could see why he was interested in the school's boxing team so much. His office was plastered with boxing posters, autographs and other memorabilia. He was a bigger fanatic than I thought.
He told me to sit and sit I did. He went around his desk and reached for something inside his giant desk. He pulled out an authentic World Boxing Council championship belt. I was impressed to say the least.
"My dad got this as a gift from a good friend of his," he held the belt with care and slapped my hand away when I reached for it. It was in pristine condition, but it definitely was an old belt. Not old as in age but the belts that were awarded to champions thirty maybe forty years ago.
He put the belt away after admiring it for a few moments. He looked at me differently this time. The smile was wiped off his face and he seemed older.
"I know you went pro in Mexico," he said with a grin. Damn, he got me. The government in Cuba will not allow any athletes to go professional. Many boxers and other competitors defect into other countries in order to make good money. Amateurs aren't allowed to get paid and can't compete outside of the Olympics and other tournaments. I didn't want to give my oppressive government the satisfaction of getting a medal off me.
"How'd you find out?" I asked. He was shocked his accusation was on point.
"I didn't really know, it was more like a guess. When did you go pro and what was your record?" he said with excitement.
"I only fought nine times. I knocked them all out. I started fighting in the pro ring last year. We had to move here before I could take the next step," I explained. Of course I knew I would have to keep fighting in Mexico until I was older because the law required me to be at least eighteen years old to fight in the US. The real money was in American promoters, those cheap bastards in Mexico only paid me Four-hundred dollars a fight.
"Too bad you can't keep fighting here. Listen I know being an amateur again sucks but we need someone to shape this team up. Kenneth was the number one contender back in his day but he shattered his knee and was forced to retire. He's the best trainer in the eastern sea board and yet no fighter wants to be train by him," he told me.
"Why not?" I asked him. The smirk on his face said it all.
"They all complain he was too rough. His regimens would break the boxers in the first week, they couldn't finish a training camp. Only one boxer ever made it out, and he went on to be number three in the world before deciding to hang up the gloves and go to med school." He lean back on his chair as he explained this.
"I'll make it nice and simple. You train with Kenneth, no complains. You keep your GPA at least 3.5 and don't cause any trouble and I'll see it that you sign with Bill Steward by the time you turn seventeen," That offer was almost to good to be true. Bill Steward is the best promoter in the US and is quickly expanding to other countries. Why would he want to sign and unknown fighter like me? No Olympic medal, no outstanding credentials. Those guys only go for boxers who win the world amateur championships not some measly national league.
"Are you serious?" I blurted out.
"Bill owes me a favor. He'll sign you for five fights, he'll pay a one-hundred fifty thousand dollar signing bonus and will give you a sixty percent cut of all your purses. All you have to do is go unbeaten this season. Thirty wins and no losses and you could have a very bright future in this sport." he grinned.
"I did transfer you to the best school in the state. What do you say?" he stuck his hand out and waited for my response. Who would say no to an offer like that. I wanted to make in to the pro ranks but I didn't expect to get a deal like this.
I shook his hand but finally shut him up with some terms of my own.
"I see how the students look at me. I don't want anybody talking to me, anybody looking at me. The first motherfucker to say some stupid shit is getting knocked out. That includes the boxers on your team," I told him.
"That New York accent is hard to get rid of, huh?" he chuckled.
"Fine, it's a deal. I expect to see here on Monday ready to learn and ready to train. It's worse than it sounds trust me. Kenneth is going to destroy you," He added. Just like that my tour was over. I walked past all the student in the halls, ignoring their whispers and staring.
I was relieved to see Natalie's crazy ass in the parking lot. I thought she left me behind. I opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. She sat there applying make up, oblivious to her surroundings.
God, she was beautiful. She could've been a model instead of an assistant for some asshole like my dad. No wonder he left his other girlfriend, Natalie was worth it.
Once she finished applying her lip gloss she smiled at me. She looked right into my eyes, I've never seen that look from her before.
"How was the tour?" she asked finally breaking the awkward silence.
"It was okay. I didn't think it would take three hours though. Can we go home? I'm really tired," I answered.
"Sure, honey," she pulled out of the parking lot and we were headed home once again. It would be just like the ride to school, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She didn't need to wear make up, she was already stunning. Her lips drove me crazy, I couldn't keep my eyes off them.
"What am I doing?!" I thought. This woman was just another slut my dad would fuck until he tired of her then leave. He was always smart enough to sign a prenup and keep and his money. I felt bad for her though, he obviously had some other bitch on the side, and frankly wasn't doing a good job of hiding it.
I kept up my fantasies until we got home. The sudden stop of the car snapped me out of my trance. I unbuckled my seat belt and went to open the door but I felt Natalie's hand drag me back into my seat.
"What's your problem?" she spat.
"Excuse me?" I was honestly confused.
"Why don't you like me? I've been dating your father for eight months now and you still treat me like a stranger." she sounded hurt. I felt guilty all of the sudden.
"That's my problem! You've only known him for eight months and you got married! I don't even know you. I just talked to your daughter for the first time today! Don't you think that's a little weird?" I barked. Tears started to form in her eyes and her lip quivered. Oh no, she was about to cry.
"I liked you from the moment I met you! You seemed so mature and serious, I thought we would get along great. I know I'm not your mother, and I'm not trying to be. I just want to be your friend someone you can look up to," she sobbed lightly.
"Don't give me that shit. I never met my mom! I don't even know what she looks like. This fat fuck keeps shoving women in my face! How do you think that's makes me feel? Raised by nannies who don't even remember my name, people wiping my ass until I was five. Everybody thinks being wealthy is a great lifestyle. It's not! I'm so fucking lonely and frustrated that it's driving me crazy!" I hissed. I could feel my head throbbing from anger, the tears soon followed.
I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me. I stomped up to my room and locked the door. The movers did a great job of organizing my room. All that was missing was my posters and trophies. I opened the box in the corner and found my Mike Tyson poster rolled up inside. I found tape in the closet the movers must've forgot and put it over my bed. My idol was standing over me with his massive arm across his chest and those vicious eyes.
He's everything I strive to accomplish in the ring. I try to look like him, train like him and fight like him. He's the whole reason I started boxing. If it wasn't for the old Tyson fights I used to watch in Cuba I would've probably found a way to get out of boxing.
I promised myself I wouldn't let anything get in the way of my dream. I dream I had since I was eight. I will become the champion of the world. There's nothing on this earth that could stop me.
Just as I sat up on my bed, I heard a knock on my door.
"Fuck off! I'm not in the mood," I hissed. I heard a small gasp from the other side of the door.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to talk," I heard Stephanie squeal. The guilt stabbed me right in the stomach.
I shot up out of bed and opened the door. She stood there still wearing her pajama bottoms but replaced her colorful shirt with a very revealing top. I could see her supple breasts almost popping out of her bra.
"What's wrong?" I asked taking a knee. I had to bend down to be at eye-level with her.
"Why are you crying?" she questioned wiping the tears off my eyes. She pressed her soft little hand on my cheek. It sent chills down my spine. I was extremely aroused and comfortable at the same time. I pulled my face away after I felt the tent growing in my pants. I had to be careful around this little girl.
I haven't had sex since I broke up with my girlfriend six months ago. Maybe that's what had me so frustrated. Either way, I might make some advances Stephanie wouldn't exactly refuse.
"Don't worry about it," I assured her. I ran my fingers through her long blonde hair and it seemed to calm me somewhat. I still had the weekend to look forward to. I decided to spend it with my new sister.
"Are you sure? I never thought I'd see you cry," she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in for a tight hug. She wasn't exactly helping the situation. The one thing that would instantly turn me on about a woman was her skin. The warm and smooth skin my girlfriend had was probably why I stayed with that nagging bitch. That and the sex wasn't bad either.
I took a deep breath and inhaled her sweet aroma. Why was she wearing perfume? At that point I didn't care, it was another huge turn on for me. I feeling her silky, golden hair. Rubbing her smooth, warm back. I didn't even realize I made the hug awkwardly long.
"Wow. What happened to you?" she giggled as we let go. That's when it hit me. I shouldn't be so hard on Stephanie or her mother. Even if my dad was going to be unfaithful, I would welcome them both as family.
"Tony? Are you okay?" she waved her hand in my face. I must've been staring off into space.
"Hey! What do you say we go and watch a movie?!" I surprised her with that one. Her pouty lips formed a huge smile as I finished that sentence.
"Sure! We can watch any movie you want." she raced down the stairs and I bolted right after her. She ran into the kitchen and I could hear her shuffling through the cupboards. She opened a few plastic bags and turned on the microwave.
She came back into the living room just as I settled down on their huge couch. The cushions were out of this world, this thing must've cost a fortune! I had to live in my dad's old apartment while he was living it up in his mansion. Don't get me wrong, it was well-furnished but not like this!
"What do you wanna watch?" she asked sitting right on my lap. I was startled by her sudden gesture. Her soft, plump ass cheeks pushed down hard my cock as she tried to readjust herself. Once she found a comfortable spot, she turned on the TV and flipped through the channels casually.
I had to resist the temptation of grabbing her wide hips and grinding her hard against my cock. The way her heart-shaped butt was smushed up by the pressure of my pelvis, her hourglass figure showing off every single curve. Curves she shouldn't even have yet!
"Oh look at this!" she turned her head to face me and I could see she was doing this on purpose. She wasn't trying to bond with her new brother, she was trying to tease the hell out of him. It was working so far, but two could play at that game.
She gestured towards the TV where some action-thriller was playing. I agreed without even looking at the screen. We soon heard the sound of the corn popping in the microwave and she settled on my lap. She leaned back and made herself comfortable on my chest. She was so tiny I could put my chin on her head.
Just as the opening credits finished, the microwave's timer went off. She reluctantly got off my lap and pranced to
the kitchen. When I say pranced, I really mean pranced. She happily skipped away making her ass shake with every step.
"Oh god!" I thought. She really was having an affect on me. My cock was so hard it hurt. I unbuttoned my pants to get a closer look. My cock was at full attention, veins popping out, throbbing. The whole nine yards. I quickly shoved my package back into my pants when I heard Stephanie's soft footsteps getting closer.
"Popcorn's ready!" she chirped.
She sat right back on my lap only this time she landed right on my hard prick. She let out a gasp but quickly tried to play it off. She grabbed a handful of popcorn and started stuffing her face. I had something planned for her and Natalie. I thought I could scare her off and stop the teasing all together. Looking back at it now, I made things worse.
I asked her to sit up, making up some excuse about my back. She adjusted her posture and straightened out her back, still sitting on me. If anyone were to walk in right now, they'd think she was riding me reverse cowgirl.
She kept her attention on the screen, giving me the perfect chance to get her back. She needs to learn a lesson in consequences. Teasing older guys could get her into way more trouble than she thought. Now I see why my dad buys her everything. She must give him blue balls with just a hug.
I gently placed both hands on her hips, she didn't take her eyes off the screen. I slowly rubbed my hands higher up her waist, lightly touching her rip cage. Nothing. Zip. She stood still and kept watching the movie.
Here I was with both hands up her shirt and she just brushed it off. I saw her maybe once or twice before the wedding but she was fine with being molested on the couch?!
I had to step it up, but I didn't want to go too far. I planned to really creep her out with this next move. Make her stop her teasing altogether. I pulled her pajama bottoms down slightly, that's right. Not too far, just far off enough to get a prefect view of the top of her perfect ass cheeks and her cute little butt crack.
This one got her attention. She stopped watching the movie and turned to me with a horrified expression on her face. I stuck my thumb in my mouth lathering it with saliva, then rubbed it up and down her crevice. She shuttered at the motion of my controlled strokes. I rubbed my finger deep between her cheeks, getting a satisfied moan out of her.
Wait, what? She was moaning? This wasn't going according to plan. She was supposed to be scared to death not enjoying it. I stuck my thumb back in my mouth getting a good long taste of her flesh before sticking straight between her buttocks and hitting her right in the sphincter.
She yelped in surprise but quickly covered her mouth. I rubbed my finger in tiny circles around her rosebud, only exciting her more. Now who's the tease?
She shouldn't be enjoying this anyway, she shouldn't know what I'm doing to her. She did. She knew exactly what was happening and loved every second of it. She seductively bit her finger as I applied more pressure to her tender hole. I never came close to penetrating it, though. Just a quick massage was enough before I decided to move on.
If this was going to work, I had to pull out the big guns. She looked like she was about to cum anyway. Her hair cascading down to her back, cheeks flushed and her pale skin covered in sweat. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I had this girl under my control and I knew it.
At this point it wasn't even about teaching her a lesson anymore. I wanted, no needed to release. I longed to shove my cock into something and cum deep inside of it. I knew I couldn't possibly take this girl's virginity. No matter how willing she was to give it.
"Take your shirt off," I instructed. She did just as I said. She ripped it off and tossed it to the ground.
"Turn around," she obeyed yet again. She turned facing me eye to eye. I could see the lust in her pretty blue eyes. She was begging me to fuck her.
I ran my hands up her smooth, flat stomach. Feeling her warm skin tremble under my touch. I dipped my middle finger between her cheeks just for good measure.
"I need you to help me with something. Can you do that?" I asked. My voice suddenly went hoarse with desire. My throat was dry and my hands were sweaty. I couldn't believe this girl had me nervous.
She responded by removing her cute pink bra and revealing those flawless mounds. You could tell she was still developing but it was still something to behold. Her breasts were fuller than most girls in my school. Two perfect, round, pale, mounds of flesh. Topped off with the perkiest, puffiness nipples I've ever seen.
My mouth watered just looking at her. I had to resist the temptation of leaning forward and taking her nipples in my mouth. I looked up at her again and saw the clear look of anticipation. She was waiting for me to do something. I knew I couldn't, it wasn't even supposed to go this far.
One day. Not even twenty four hours and I had my ten-year old stepsister topless on my lap. I wonder how I get myself in these situations.
It was too late to go back now. I leaned closer to her chest and gave her right nipple a good long lick. She shuttered at the sensation. I took her sweet pokie in my mouth and suck on it like it was my job. I lathered her sensitive areola with saliva and massaged it with my tongue.
I switched over to her right side and did the same thing. I playfully sucked on her right nipple while fondling her left breast. She had a look of complete ecstasy on her face. Her eyes were shut, mouth wide open, cheeks hot red.
I gave both her nipples two hard sucks before moving on. I pulled her in closer and gave her a peck on the lips. The poor thing obviously didn't know how to kiss yet, but she tried her best. I kept mashing our mouths together hoping to get some reaction out of her.
She just kept hungrily kissing out to my mouth, I knew that was the best I was going to get. I decided then and there to take this to a whole new level. I was going to give her her first sexual experience.
Not just the kissing and touching, I planned on tasting that sweet, young pussy of hers. The rights she wore earlier didn't leave much to the imagination. I knew she was sporting a camel toe twenty-four seven.
Just as I was about to lay her back on the couch she hit me with something that knocked the air out of my lungs. Six simple words that would change our relationship forever.
"Tony, can I suck your dick?" she pleaded shyly.
Whoa. Not even I was expecting that one. She knew too much about this stuff, now was the perfect time to question her.
"How do you know about that?" I asked sitting her up. She was hesitant to answer me.
"I'm not mad at you. I need to know where you learned these things from," I rubbed her cheek softly. She was blushing harder than ever now.
"My friends in school talk about it all the time. They give out blowjobs and always brag about it. They make fun of me because I'm the only one who's never done it before," she explained. Fuck me! I thought kids these days learn fast but ten-year olds are sucking dick now? What is this world coming to?
"No, this has gotten out of hand." I tried to sit up but her weight kept me down. Her expression had changed, she looked angry now.
"You're going to let me do this," she barked.
"Keep you voice down! If our parents wake up, we're both fucked!" I whispered rather loudly.
"What's the big deal anyway? You shouldn't be doing this stuff for another five to seven years. I should've never touched you like that," I felt sick to my stomach. I let emotions get the better of me. I knew I wouldn't have done any of this if I wasn't so fucking depraved. Of sex that is.
"Please, Tony. I've had a huge crush on you since I first saw you after our parents' second date. Let me suck you dick, Tony. I promise I won't tell any body," she take her fingernails across my thighs as she spoke. Her voice simmered down to a low whisper.
I couldn't take it anymore. I don't care how fucked up it was, this girl was too fucking sexy. I never had a girl beg to suck my cock. She just confessed her feelings for me and I honestly felt the same. I've never had a girl as pretty as Stephanie want me!
Her age didn't matter at this point. She really did want to suck me off, and god knows I needed it. How could I say no to this blue-eyed angel between my legs.
"You can never tell anyone." I wagged my finger at her. She purposely took it into her mouth and gave it a hard suck. Oh god.
"Just this one time. I want you to promise me things will be back to normal tomorrow," I added.
"Normal? I want you to keep--" I cut her off with a wave of my hand.
"Okay, I promise. Just one time," she smiled. She sank between my legs and got comfortable on her knees. I laid back further on the couch and unbuckled my pants.
Stephanie reached into my boxers and fished out my cock.
She gasped at size. I'll admit that I wasn't hung but I was definitely bigger than most guys. Most of my ex-girlfriends told me they loved my big, fat cock. No wonder those relationships didn't work out.
"It's so big!" she giggled. She grabbed my shaft at the base and slowly rubbed her way up to the tip. She spat on the head of my cock and rubbed her warm spit all over my shaft.
"Ok, you really shouldn't know how to do this," I whispered. She just smiled at me again. That shit was getting annoying.
Stephanie kept stroking slowly, feeling my girth in her tiny hand. She have my swollen head a few licks, sending waves of pleasure through my legs. She smirked at my reaction and took my knob in her mouth. She stopped about half way, and that's when the fun began.
Her tongue expertly massage the underside of my penis, sucking my tool as she moved up and down. She gave my cock a wet suck before taking me out of her mouth.
Cheeks flushed, hair all over the place. She reeked of sex and I loved the scent. I pinched her hard little nipple, provoking her to take me back in her mouth.
She bobbed her head up and down, taking more of me each time. Stephanie focused more on the sucking and licking than any thing else. She obviously wanted me to last.
I groaned with pleasure when I felt her soft lips wrapped around my sack. She licked and sucked both my balls like they were made of candy. She quickly caught on, stroking my shaft as she gobbled my balls.
I was ready to blow at this point at the point but she kept me from cumming by stopping all together. I took my eyes off the ceiling to find her removing her silky pajama bottoms. After she tossed them to the side, the sight before me stopped my heart.
My sweet little step-sister stood naked in front of me. Her wavy hair cascading down to her shoulders. Her smooth, pale skin almost shining in the low light. Her breast hung high and mighty, begging to be touched and sucked. Her skillful hands stiff at her side, grabbing her wide hips. Her toned thighs that never seemed to end, topped off with her cute groomed toes.
I finally stopped admiring her and glares at my prize. The pink, puffy sweetness that awaited me between her legs. She was hairless down there, but traces of shaving were obvious. Her puffy outer lips, met slightly. Covering the hot, wet jewel within.
She was aroused, I couldn't blame her. Her sweet nectar dropped from her pretty rose petals down between her legs. Her clit was hard as a rock and barely covered by the hood of skin.
My inner pedophile finally revealed himself. I leaned back on the coach and jerked my cock hard to the creature before. She watched with amusement as I played with myself, slowly getting closer to my much-needed climax.
I could still feel her dry spit on my cock. It only helped me stroke faster by providing extra lubricant. I vigorously beat on my meat as her eyes grew wider and wider. She squealed in delight knowing I was cumming.
The orgasm I felt that night was longer and harder than any I had ever experienced. This ten-year old girl turned me on more than any other girl my age. Her looks, her personality and we childish charms got the better of me. She had in the palm of her hand and she knew it.
With one hard pull, I shot creamy strings of semen all over the edge of the couch and the floor. The currents of pleasure surged through my body a few moments after my orgasm.
She stood there speechless. She just stared at me in complete amazement. It took her a few seconds to speak.
"Wow! That was so cool!" she said stepping closer.
"You think I can make you cum like that again?" she asked then began kicking the cum of my cock and the leather of the couch. She opened her mouth to show me the puddle of my goo before swallowing every drop.
I would've fuck her then and there. I would've viciously taken her virginity without any concern about what she felt. I was going to, before I heard the door open.
"Steph?!" we heard her mother call from upstairs. I've never had my heart beat that fast. I quickly put my cock back in my pants and rapidly stood up.
I ran into the downstairs bathroom and left Stephanie to face her fate. I seems cruel, I know but I couldn't risk jail time over this. I pressed my ear against the door and I could hear her comfort her mother then send her off to bed again.
I heard some shuffling before hearing Stephanie's soft footsteps go up the stairs and into her room. After I knew the cost was clear, I bolted into the kitchen and I picked up some paper towels.
I quickly cleaned up my cum off the floor and what was left on the couch then threw the towels into the garbage. I ran up the stairs and into my room. I've never felt so happy to be in bed.
As I tossed and turn in my bed I wondered what tomorrow would bring. Stephanie could tell her mom what happened and have me locked up. This could ruin my future in the ring!
I should've had better control over myself. My whole life could be over, only for a few moments of pleasure. I really hoped, no I prayed this girl likes me enough to keep this between us. I would set the record straight tomorrow, there's no way I could risk doing it again. No matter how good it felt.
Only time would tell...
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