C3 Kevin

Right away, I take hold of Jessica's wrists, lower her arms down to her side, and whisper, "Don't touch me."

She pouts before questioning, "Why won't you allow me to touch you?"

"As I previously told you, I don't fancy being touched." I fib.

Without a doubt, if I allowed these females to touch me while fucking them, they would become clingy and crave more.

It's not like we're in a relationship; therefore, I don't want to put the wrong ideas in her head. "Turn around and get on all fours," I demand.

She abides, pops her ass out, ready and willing for me to fuck. Instantly, I slide the condom on my cock, making sure not to impregnate her.

Jessica isn't a woman I could foresee me spending the rest of my life with. I met Jessica on Monday, had her bent over in my bed on Tuesday. To be exact, she's been around the whole school and back again more times than I can count.

All Jessica is, is an easy lay, and that's precisely what I need at the moment to distract my mind.

This past month has been fucking torture living with my stepsister. Seriously, I live with a permanent boner from observing her with lust-filled eyes while she wanders around wearing her tight pajamas shorts.

Damn, just thinking about appreciating my stepsister's remarkable body causes my boner to throb painfully.

Unregretfully, I slide into Jessica's warmth with Chelsea on my mind.

Though, I don't touch or kiss Jessica. I couldn't. Not with Chelsea on my mind. Chelsea is the one I want to devour. Until I get what I want, Jessica will have to do.

Instead of worshiping Jessica, I stand behind her, bang into her pussy, with my eyes closed, wishing it was Chelsea I were fucking. Rather than the school, slut.

Thinking about Chelsea causes the urge to cum to build higher, "Oh, Kevin," Jessica moans. Fuck. I need her to shut up before her voice causes me to lose focus.

As opposed to listening to Jessica moan my name, I concentrate harder, imagining Chelsea on all fours with my dick inside her, my name passing her lips in a moment of pleasure instead of anger.

The thought causes me to momentarily move my hips faster, thrusting harsher and deeper while I continue to imagine myself fucking Chelsea and imagine her moaning my name.

Urgently, my cum shoots to the surface, bringing a fatal growl with it.

Without delay, I pump my hips faster, for a couple more seconds, until my dick is thoroughly emptied.

Once I'm fully emptied, I withdraw my dick from her pussy, roll the condom off to dispose of it.

Afterward, Jessica flops down on the mattress, regarding me as I toss the condom into the trash as I head for the bathroom.

Unashamedly, I leave Jessica lying on the bed as I quickly lock the bathroom door, making sure Jessica couldn't come inside the bathroom with me.

I immediately strip down to my birthday suit, jump into the shower, and quickly wash my body. Today makes the third time I've fucked Jessica, and still, I'm not capable of getting rid of these dirty thoughts of my stepsister out of my head.

Chelsea has a temper. She doesn't accept any of the shit I fire her way.

I'm not used to females denying me of something I want. Usually, when I want something, I take it.

However, that's not the situation with Chelsea. That girl advises me to go fuck myself in a heartbeat, and God damn, do I love it.

Getting under Chelsea's skin while impatiently waiting for her to become bitter and red in the face makes my day. Chelsea is the most complicated female I've come across.

Even though she's hard to break down, nevertheless it doesn't stop me from trying.

Once I've pissed her off, I have to work extra harder to calm her down. And even harder to get back on her good side again.

For the time being, I have to pretend to hate Chelsea, so she doesn't acknowledge how much I fucking love her. I've always thought Chelsea was attractive, though, making her mine wasn't a choice because of our parents.

Since Chelsea and her mother moved into our house, I've looked forward to waking up every day. Lately, it's become my life mission to drive her crazy since it's the only way I capture her full attention.

Chelsea and I have the third level of the house to ourselves. Her bedroom is across from mine, plus we share a bathroom.

As of now, I always do small things that I know would bother her so that I can hear her beautiful singsong voice while she complains.

Every so often, she will speak politely to me. However, it's not often. In some instances, the only way for me to get a reaction from her is for me to fuck with her.

And, boy, do I get a rise from her each time I bring a girl home. I suppose it's because our bedrooms are close together; therefore, the moans echo through to her room.

Usually, when I'm finished fucking a bitch, Chelsea will be downstairs sprawled out on the couch, avoiding me at all cost.

After slapping 'Stetson' on my neck, I place the bottle on the bathroom sink instead of placing it back into the medicine cabinet where it belongs. From time to time, these are the little things I do that seem to frustrate Chelsea. However, it's too entertaining to quit now.

I wonder how Chelsea would feel if she realized I did these little things to get a reaction from her purposely?

"Are you ready?" I ask Jessica who has done made herself comfortable on my bed. At this moment, I realize it's time to stop dealing with her before she becomes attached.

Her forehead furrowed, "Already?" She whines.

I nod, "Yep. I have things to do." Which isn't a lie. Dad's having a celebration party for him and Dorothy tonight before they leave for their honeymoon. Therefore, I can't stand behind her and fuck her all day.

Abruptly, Jessica crawls out of bed, attempts to kiss me.

I dodge her kiss. "I want more, Kevin." She sulks. Fuck, this is the last thing I had wanted.

Hell, I presumed Jessica would have been a great fuck with no strings attached since she's fucked the entire school and never clung to anyone else before. Plus, Jessica hadn't seemed like the clingy type.

Or maybe my dick is just that damn good, leading her to believe she wants more when it's the dick she is craving in reality. "I don't do girlfriends," I announce before walking out of the room, leaving her to follow.

Straightaway, I notice Chelsea lying on the couch with her earbuds inside her ears, reading a 'Glamour' magazine.

As soon as Chelsea spots me, she rolls her eyes before focusing back on the magazine.

I stare at her, admiring her beauty while lost in a daze.

It isn't until Jessica speaks that I'm ripped from my trance. "Is it because of her?"

I look at her, confused. "Because of her who?" I question rashly.

A line etches between Jessica's eyebrows. "Is she the reason you refuse to make it official between you and me?"

I offer her a crooked smile. "No, I just like to fuck, and so do you, so I figured it was safe to fuck you without you becoming all clingy."

Jessica's mouth drops open, "Fuck you, Kevin." She takes off toward the door, "I saw you staring at her like you wished it was her you were fucking instead of me." Fuck, I didn't think it was that obvious.

Moreso, I can't believe this bitch is jealous. I've fucked her three damn times, and now she's acting like she has control over me. "I've fucked you three times, Jessica, and each time we've fucked, I have never touched you or kissed you. Each time I've bent you over, fucked you from the back. Now, stop begging for something you'll never get and move to the next dick in line like you normally do."

Jessica's parents are as wealthy as my father is. She's used to guys giving in to her commands, bending down to her because of all her fakeness. Jessica is as fake as a 'Barbie Doll,' except she breathes. There is nothing about Jessica that is real. Everything about this girl is fake.

Admittedly, Jessica has a nice set of tits attached to her chest, but I'd be willing to bet every dollar in my bank account; they are fake also. Mostly because last year she barely had plums, and this year she's carrying around oranges.

"You'll regret this." Jessica gestures toward Chelsea, "That bitch has nothing on me."

Quickly, Chelsea leaps off the couch, "Him not wanting to make you his bitch has nothing to do with me." Chelsea looks toward me and adds. "Control your stray cats." She yells loud enough for Jessica to hear as she walks into the kitchen.

That's where Jessica is wrong because Jessica doesn't stand a chance next to Chelsea.

Chelsea is real, honest, fierce, and everything Jessica isn't.

Suddenly, Jessica yanks the front door open and shrieks, "Fuck you, and fuck her." She slams the door shut.

Chelsea comes rushing back into the living room. "Where the fuck is she?"

Oh yeah, she's furious. Just the way I like her. "She left," Chelsea heads toward the door.

I grab her before she can get it opened. "She isn't worth it," I proclaim,

honestly meaning it.

Instantly, Chelsea snatches her arm out of my hold, relaxes back on the couch.

Once I've realized she's comfortable, I take a seat at the end of the couch, settling her legs across my lap.

Promptly, Chelsea rips her legs off me. "Don't touch me after you've finished fucking a sexually transmitted disease." She sneers.

I chuckle at her statement, "I'm clean." I announce.

"Yeah, right," she replies sarcastically.

"I am. I strap up every time." I inform Chelsea, truthfully.

She ignores me as she dials on her cell phone, "Are you busy, Jason?"

As of now, I hate that motherfucker. Recently, every time I piss Chelsea off to the point she can't stand to look at my face, she runs to that motherfucker.

Chelsea and Jason have known each other longer than she and I. I met Chelsea in our first year of middle school as to where he's known her since elementary school.

Furthermore, she's closer with Jason than she is with me. "I'll be ready," she speaks into the phone.

Once Chelsea hangs up the phone, I knock the magazine out of her hand to irritate her. And to be an asshole since I'm feeling jealous, and I don't fucking like it.

It's a feeling I've never understood before. Importantly, it's a feeling I wish never to feel again.

"Mom, come and get your son." She screams.

"Mom, come and get your son." I mimic.

She picks the magazine off the floor, "You don't know when to quit, do you?"

I glare at her, "I wasn't doing anything. I was planning to relax here with you and watch a movie until we had to leave."

Her lips curl in disgust, "You don't get to do that." She slams the magazine down onto the table.

"Do what?" I oppose.

"You don't get to bring that bitch in here, chase me out my room, so I don't have to hear 'oh Kevin' being called out multiple times, come hang out with me after you've had," She points to my penis, "that dirty thing inside some bitch. Mainly because she disrespected me, and I don't even speak to the bitch."

I attempt to calm her down by reassuring her, "I won't bring any more girls home."

And, I won't. Jessica had taken it too far this time. I can fuck with Chelsea all I want, but nobody else can.

Chelsea grabs her belongings off the table, "I don't care who you fuck or what you do. I only have one more month before I'm out of here."

"Are you two at it again, children?" Dorothy sighs.

"I'm leaving. I'll meet you at the party." Chelsea says to her mother.

"She's running to her boyfriend's house." I tattle.

"Since when do you have a boyfriend?" I sneer at her mother's challenge. I expected her mother to be angry instead of excited.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings, Chelsea darts toward the door, "I'm leaving."

I accompany her to the door just to mean-mug Jason, "Don't be late," I inform Chelsea. She flips me the middle finger and slams the door shut in my face.

"Why do you provoke her so much, Kevin?" Dorothy questions.

I smirk, "What else is there to do?" She shakes her head as she leaves the room.

In this past month, I believe I have irritated Chelsea enough to last a lifetime. If irritating Chelsea sends her into the arms of another man, I'll have to quit.

One day she will be mine, regardless of what our parents think.

I'll try my best to win her heart, even if Jason owns it.

Currently, the house is quiet and boring without my stepsister here to fuck with. It's my fault, though. I wouldn't be sitting here alone if I could have found something else to distract myself with instead of fucking Jessica. I should have taken a cold shower and jerked off instead of fucking that clingy bitch.

I've gotten myself into another situation that will require a lot of ass-kissing.

I have never bent down for a female, but for Chelsea, I'll bend a little.