Coming back
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Step-brother and Step-sister: A drifter gets a call from his father to help him out with a favour. He asks his son to help him babysit his step-sister while he goes on a week-long vacation with his wife. After much consideration, the lonely drifter agrees. What harm can come from watching a kid for a few days? But he soon regrets his decision when he sees his step-sister is a hot sensual teenage girl. Their bodies ignite in a tempting count against the clock.
Anthony's POV
I tried to focus on the thought that just evaded my mind. It seemed like I hadn't forgotten anything but I knew that didn't rule out the possibility. I forgot things easily.
The clock on my dresser showed me that I had just a few minutes left for my flight.
The redhead's mouth around my d**k kept me from making any movements except for the frequent stiffening of my joints and the grunting.
We had met that morning in the cafe just across the street and she had been okay with coming back with me even though I'd let her know I had a flight to catch in less than an hour.
She had a pleasant face and the pale cherry complexion of true redheads. Her smile when she talked to the attendant at the cafe had been what drew me to say "hi" to her.
My hard d**k throbbed with pulsating energy that left me breathless. She went deeper and deeper almost gagging on the length of my d**k.
I could tell she was enjoying it just as much as I was. Her erect n*****s brushed against my thighs to her up-and-down movement.
I weaved my hands through her rich full hair and held on tight. Her muffled moan was an indication she liked the move.
Her lips rolled around the tip of my d**k. I jerked turning my head in several directions.
"Fuck." I groaned intensely.
My voice was thick with lust. Her eyes blinked up at me and for the first time, I noticed she had beautiful eyes.
Before I could say a word, I lost hold of myself as my c*m shot aggressively into her warm mouth. She didn't stop, she kept going.
My whole body stiffened and I was hit with spasmodic jerks I couldn't control. It was like my very soul was somehow being yanked out of my body.
The words that came out of my mouth weren't from any known language. She kept going till my d**k dropped limp from her mouth.
She giggled excitedly as I pulled away to wash up in the bathroom. She got in with me just as I was about to round up which contributed heavily to my delay.
Bathroom s*x was tasking especially given the fact I'd just released some minutes ago but her round ass and the sound of her tortured moans got me there.
"You weren't kidding when you said you have a flight to catch." Her voice was filled with regret as she watched me get dressed hurriedly.
I looked over at her, still naked. Hot blood ran straight to my exhausted d**k. One more perhaps? Nah.
I sighed. "It wasn't a line. I'm almost late." I said glancing over at the clock.
She made no move to get dressed and I didn't bother myself with it. She could stay if she wanted and leave in two hours when my rent expires. The Bed and Breakfast had provided me with exactly what I needed to make my stay memorable.
I checked myself in the mirror, nodded in satisfaction, and picked up the red backpack and mini bag close to the door.
"You're just going to leave." She bawled in a stunned tone.
Of course, I'm going to leave. What did you expect? That we'd hold hands singing Hakuna Matata?
I said, "Sure."
She sat up on the bed. Her t**s jiggled catching my attention for a second. They were marvelously perky and small, I noted.
A memory from some minutes ago flashed in my mind when I was f*****g her in the shower. Her t**s had felt hard and stiff when I cupped them. It had made her cry out in pleasure.
She said, "Aren't you going to take my number?"
God no, I thought.
"My phone is down." I lied instantly.
"Then give me yours." She scrambled around looking for her purse.
Hell no...
"Clumsy me. I don't have it memorized." I blew a raspberry and shrugged.
The disappointment on her face touched me but it didn't change a thing. If anything, it made me confident I was doing the right thing.
I didn't need a strange woman pinning over me.
"I'd want to see you again -"
"And you would," I cut her off as I opened the door. "I'm sure of it."
I got to the airport just as the announcement came in for my flight. I had to sprint to the boarding pass.
The flight was smooth considering the prediction of bad weather. I slept most of the way and ignored the hostess's looks. Been there, done that.
My Dad picked me up when we landed. He looked different than the last time I'd seen him. His hair was greying and he appeared to have gotten thicker.
He looked glad to see me. It felt awkward after all the years that had gone since the last time I saw him. He had remarried years after my mother's death and they had moved together to the town we were driving through.
I'd never once visited since the wedding. I hadn't even given it a thought if I was being sincere. Living my life as far away from his new family had been satisfying.
The town looked hazy and dark as the sun vanished from the sky. There was an emptiness about it that I could easily relate to.
Thick nets of fog moved slowly across the streets till we made a bend and entered a curving road. The road led to a massive gate. It was impressive and intimidating. I couldn't help but notice how there were no other houses around.
The gate opened and my father drove his Ford inside. The car looked out of place in the marvellous estate. The house looked like it belonged to a Duke or a Prince.
My father saw the look of astonishment on my face and smiled.
"It belonged to Cheryl's family. Impressive right?"
I nodded.
Cheryl was his wife. It was certainly impressive. What I didn't understand was why they had made so much effort to get me here to babysit Cheryl's daughter while they spent a week in France when they could easily hire the babysitter company itself.
I noticed how dry my mouth felt because I hadn't said a word since the airport. It had gotten awkward for a while but seeing the house had reset everything.
He drove into a massive garage where two other cars were packed spaced out. I couldn't tell the make with the black tarp on them but judging by the tyres and the rims, they were beasts unlike the tame Ford.
We walked into the house. It looked bigger inside than it had from outside. It must have cost a fortune. The net worth of such a place would make some celebrities broke in an instant.
"This place-" I suddenly felt small and out of place.
My father grinned. "I felt the sane way the first time I walked in. It takes some getting used to."
He was right. It would be something getting used to staying in a place this big for a week with a kid.
We climbed majestic marble stairs to the upper floor that branched out to a hallway. He led me to a door and walked in.
"This will be your room."
I gasped. It was bigger than the room I had rented in the B&B. The room was decorated in a plain way like it didn't belong to anyone in particular. It was more like a guest room. I loved the space and the comfort of the king sized bed with its heavy sheets.
I was glad to drop the bags. I was about to plop on the bed and rest when my father drew my attention with a stiff cough.
"Let's go meet your sister." He said with an awkward smile.
Quin's POV
"Let me get this straight." Haley said shifting her weight on the bed. "Your step brother will be staying with you while your parents are off to France."
"For a week!" She squealed.
I said, "Yes. That's exactly what I just said."
Haley gave me a sinister look. It was hard understanding her sometimes. She was acting as if it was a good thing. What good can come out from being babysitted by a brother I'd never seen before.
If he was anything like George, my step father, then he would be a bore. I'd sooner lock myself up in an asylum than go through the torture of staying with a younger version of George for a week.
Haley edged closer to me. She seemed to be excited about it.
"This is unreal."
My brows furrowed in confusion. "How?"
"It's like a scene out of Pornhub. Step sister and step brother. Oh shit." Haley moaned out.
"That's not what this is. They are only doing this to make sure I don't use the freedom I'd be getting at all."
Haley nodded. She knew just how my mother kept me on a short leash. I was more like an endangered specie turned pet than a daughter.
"I know." Haley said. "But that doesn't mean it's not going to be a step brother- step sister f**k fest."
"It's not!" I protested.
She gave me a sly grin. Haley had a ridiculously pleasant face with pale blonde hair and a personality that made her the only creature worthy of being my best friend in the entire world.
I looked at the time on my phone. It was almost time to go home. Hector the driver would be here any time now.
"Your time almost up, Cinderella?" Haley asked with a pout.
I nodded.
George had dropped me at Haley's on his way to the airport. He had gone to pick up his son who just happened to be my jailer for the week. I was going to make his life unbearable.
Haley helped me braid my honey colored hair. Most white girls didn't know how to roll their hair into a bun but Haley had so many skills.
I walked over to the mirror to inspect her work. The braids though made in a hurry were pretty good. It brought out my face.
"Haley." I called still staring at my reflection. "I need your opinion on something."
She grumbled just as I knew she would.
"What is it your Highness?" Haley said in a mocking tone.
I took off my T-shirt. I turned to her pointing at my t**s.
"Do they look weird?" My voice shook with concern.
Haley blew a whistle. "Damn."
"How old are you again?"
I stomped my feet impatiently and groaned. "I'm serious."
She stared at my t**s for a while in silence. Her face was impossible to read. She just looked from the left to the right.
"Well?" my impatience rose.
"Well? What exactly am I looking out for?" Haley shrugged.
My t**s had gotten bigger than they had been some days ago. The left tit looked weirdly bigger than the right. They were both plump with a rounded shape that was starting to droop a little like a waterfall.
"This one looks bigger." I squealed in worry.
Haley laughed at me. She laughed so much she fell to the ground rolling back and forth. I would have crushed her small skull if I had a hammer.
"It's perfectly normal. Even mine -"
Her mother's voice cut her off. She said Hector was outside waiting for me.
Haley wished me luck and we hugged. She told me she would come over first thing in the morning and with that I left.
Getting back to the house, I went straight to my room. It was too quiet. George wasn't back yet. I decided to rest a little listening to my favorite songs.
A knock on my door woke me up. I had dozed off listening to music.
I stretched for a moment and grumbled when I heard a second knock much louder than the first.
I wobbled to the door unsteadily and opened it to see my mom there. She smiled at me.
"Let's go meet your brother."
- Writer
