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  When I looked up, the blue eyed dream had crossed the room and was standing in front of me. "I’m TD." He smirked at my tits. His white teeth were the only things not perfect about him. They were slightly crooked. I liked that because I was slightly crooked inside too.

  Of course I already knew his name, but trying to be coy, I smiled and said. "Oh. I’m very happy to see you." Shit! That’s not what I meant to say. I laughed at myself.

  He laughed too. "You look very happy to see me." His eyes dropped from my tits to his cock while his hand latched around it and he gave it a firm tug. "I’m very happy to see you too." My eyes looked down on his manhood silhouetted against his jeans and held in his hand. Not that I had seen many hard-ons, but I had seen a few and he was larger than any of them. The taste of the banana came back and I licked my Vaseline lined lips. "Rachael." I looked up surprised he knew my name, then realized he knew it from his mother, but then he said something I would never forget. Perhaps he was only charming me, but it didn’t matter, it worked. "Imagine my surprise when my mother introduced me to Kendall and I found out he was the father of my sexy school stalker. By the way, I’ve been waiting on you to get brave enough to come out in the open." He raised his eyebrows at me, then lowered his eyes back down to my tits. "And here we are. Introduced." He took a step closer to me and hitched his package again, inviting me to examine his goods. "Tell me, Rachael. Why does he call you Ray? Are you a Sting-Ray? Or are you a Ray of Sunshine?"

  Standing that close to him after stalking for the last few weeks sent my 'give a fuck meter' pinging off the chart. I took his hand off his cock, glanced over my shoulder, then lead him out the front door and around the house to the boat shed.

  When I opened the door, I reached for the light switch, but TD shoved me up against the wall. His mouth covered mine and his tongue slid in. His hands pushed the wet shirt up and fondled my hard nipples, pinching and pulling until my pussy came alive like never before. She was growing into a monster. His lips let mine go to suck my nipples, then his tongue rolled them around until I was moaning so loud I knew I needed to shut up or I would be screaming soon. I didn’t need to do that. All hell could break loose.

  I pushed him off me. He stood looking at me with burning blue eyes, filled with animal-like desire and he was grinning. His hands let my tits go and he grabbed my shoulders. His fingers dug into my skin, telling me I wasn’t going to be tease. I smiled at him and winked. My hands found his zipper and slid it down. The banana practice was about to pay off. I was going to suck his cock down my throat and hold it for a count long enough to burn my name forever on his brain. He already knew my name was Rachael. After this, I would be the one person he thought about for the rest of his life whenever anyone gave him a blowjob. I dropped down to a squat and pulled his cock out. My mouth watered at the sight. I opened wide and he slid it in. My first taste of salty semen from his wet tip touched my tongue and I remember thinking how perfect he was staring up at him as he pumped my face. I grabbed his ass and helped him. My head banged against the wall.

  Caleb taught me to wait until he tightened his ass and squeezed it together. 'You’ll know when, Baby Girl, because his cock will get really hard. If you’re lucky, you might even feel the veins. When he does that, you should swallow him down like the banana and force him to be still down your throat. It will drive him crazy!'

  I waited during the head banging session, trusting my friend’s advice, for the 'knock it out of the park moment'. TD’s ass clinched and his dick got hard like a cucumber. I didn’t feel the veins, but I knew it was time. I shoved his cock all the way down my throat. My nose touched his abs and my eyes watered, but I held him there for a count longer than 20. The tease was perfect. His hands grabbed my hair. I fought him trying to pull out too soon. When he ripped my hair and forced my head back, I released him. He fucked my face, moaning like a whore with his semen shooting on my tongue, and down my throat. I knew looking up at him as he closed his eyes and shot his cannon that my swallowing it all without gagging and without missing a drop had lit a fire between us would never go out.

  He knew my name and he would never forget it!

  He smiled down at me as he withdrew his tool from my mouth. "Rachael. Rachael. Rachael."

  I smiled up into his face. "So does TD stand for Tool Driver?" I had rehearsed that line in the bathroom mirror everyday since I first saw him. My delivery was 'crucial!'

  He grinned and pulled me to my feet by my head. His hands still gripped my hair. "TD stands for Touch Down because I always score. And let me tell you Rachael that was the sweetest score so far. That score is going to be very hard to beat. You killed it!" He pulled my face to his. His lips touched mine in a hollow kiss and he said. "Allow me to tell you the big news. Martha and Kendall got married last night. I’m your stepbrother." His tongue slid into my mouth.

  Incredulous is the only descriptive word that tells how I felt right then as he kissed me with a passion that sealed my love and devotion to him forever. When he let me go, his right eyebrow kicked up and he watched me closely, reading my reaction to this news. I was so turned on from the tit tease, the blowjob and that first kiss of real passion, I was fifty shades of hot. "That’s fucking ... incredulous!"

  He laughed at my word. "Incredulous. Interesting choice of words." He let me go and I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt then took it off. His body wasn’t anything spectacular. He was skinny, but I liked skinny. I never cared for the overly beefy dudes who my Dad, Head Prick In-Charge, hired on his security details.

  TD held his shirt out for me and I slipped into it. He buttoned it up as I watched his face. His eyes were the purest blue. When he finished, he said. "I better get you back to the house before Dad misses us." Then he winked at me.

  From that time forward we were each other’s dirty little secret.

  We crossed the yard back to the house. "How did I not see the wedding coming?" I asked no one, just thinking out loud.

  TD answered. "My Mother is a gold digger. She probably got him drunk, drove him to Vegas, hitched him and brought him home to fuck until he can’t fuck anymore. Then she’ll get tired of him and move on, taking some of his money with us. It’s her pattern." His tone wasn’t judgmental, just matter of fact. "It won’t last long. It never does." My heart grabbed itself and I cut my eyes at him. He looked over as he reached for the door. "Give us six months max, then we’ll be gone." His confident smile etched across his smug face. He held the door open for me and we entered the living room. "Why the big fawn eyes? You aren’t already in love with me, are you?"

  Six months max? My heart didn’t know how to feel about everything that had just happened and knowing he was already going to leave me put it in instant shut down. I smirk thinking about it. My tough girl attitude came to my rescue. "I don’t have fucking fawn eyes and don’t flatter yourself. You stuck up pig." I looked down at his groin. "What has love got to do with it?" I headed for the stairs but not before I saw his eyebrows shoot up.

  He reached out and grabbed my arm, then pulled me back to him. He gripped my tit with his other hand and it was warm against the cold wet shirt and extra sensitive. He leaned over and touched his cheek to mine. Goosebumps stood out all over my skin. "Love doesn’t have anything to do with it."

  "No. It doesn’t."

  "Are you sure about that? Your body is telling me otherwise."

  "Let me go, TD. I have homework to do." I tried to pull away, but he held me tight against him.

  "Not until you call me Tool Driver again. I want to hear you say it."

  "No. You have to earn that name. Proof’s in the pounding, Pretty Boy." I snatched free and left him standing in our living room.

  He called after me as I stomped up the stairs. "Rachael, you might be the first stepsister I actually like."

  I smirk at the ceiling. "Poor man. He didn’t know I was determined to be the first stepsister he actually loved."

  CHAPTER FOUR

  The moving van showed up with Martha and
TD’s things, and the smile I had on my face was bright. I was ready for this. Ken had a hangover and barked marching orders around to everyone, pissing the moving company employees off and causing them to drop more than the couch we were moving into storage to make room for our new family’s furniture.

  When I left TD standing in the living room, I went straight up to my iPad and told Caleb the incredulous news. He was as shocked as I was, but we put together a plan of action guaranteed to win TD’s long term affection. Caleb, the psychologist even back then, reasoned that if TD was ok with his mother being a gloried whore aka gold digger, then he wouldn’t want a clingy girl. He would want a girl who was independent, and open to fucking, but one who didn’t expect a commitment. However, Caleb also reasoned the fact that he already mentioned me being in love with him as a giveaway that he wanted to be in love and if he wanted to be, it might as well be with me. I didn’t have anything to lose. He was already the one I wanted.

  TD looked sharp when he climbed out of Martha’s sports car. His polo shirt and his slacks were pressed. His nails manicured. His hair sprayed. He looked like he stepped right out of GQ magazine. He lifted a finger salute to me and I nodded then licked my lips. His sideways grin spread across his face, then I turned and left him staring after me.

  Ken stopped me on his way to Martha and said in a low tone. "Take your new brother up and show him his room." I opened my mouth to argue because that’s what I always did. Argue with the exact opposite of whatever Ken wanted, but his next words made me change my mind. "Then take him over to Caleb’s. TD’s gay too. Maybe they will hit it off and the three of you can hang together." Ken’s master plan didn’t escape me. He wanted TD hanging with us. He wouldn’t be hanging around the house then and he and Martha could fuck alone, making noise banging and moaning. Ken and I lived separate lives, and I was either over at Caleb’s or locked in my room when I wasn’t at school, but TD was a wild card. Ken didn’t know what to expect and where he would spend his waking hours. Ken’s goal was to separate the Mama from the boy as much as possible and he was willing to use me to accomplish it. Head Prick in charge!

  "Sure, Ken. Gay guys all like each other. They’ll be a couple before you know it." He smiled a rare smile at me, then strolled over to Martha and kissed her full on the mouth, deep throat tongue and all, making me want to gag.

  I turned back to TD and held my hand out to him, smiling sweetly. "Come on, Bro. I’ll show you where your room is, then I’ll take you to meet my best friend, Caleb. He’s gay too. You’ll love him." I saw both men flinch at my words. TD obviously because he wasn’t expecting to be called gay and Ken’s ass tightened because he wasn’t expecting me to announce that we knew TD was gay. I was dying laughing inside.

  TD slipped his hand in mine though and away we went. "So I’m gay, am I?"

  "I guess that’s what Martha told Ken. It’s a better story than you’ll need to keep your eye on your daughter. My son expects to bang every girl available." I took off running for the house. TD caught up with me at the door.

  When he opened it for me, he said. "How about she told him that so he wouldn’t worry about his little girl sneaking off to the shed outback and sucking his dick dry every day before or after school."

  His grin was contagious. Despite not wanting to, I grinned back. "Maybe, but maybe not. You’ll like Caleb anyway. He’s cool."

  "Maybe, but maybe not. I don’t want to have to worry about him eyeing my ass every time I bend over."

  I laughed at that. "He will be, but don’t be a homophobe. We tossed a coin for you, and I won. It’s heads first, then tails second. As long as I’m interested in you, you’re safe."

  "So you are interested in me." He grinned, but I ignored him.

  At the top of the stairs, he walked from one room to the next, opening the doors. I explained each room. "That’s the master’s bedroom." He laughed at my pun. The door opposite he opened and discovered an office. We walked down the other end of the hall and he opened the door on his left. "That’s my room." He grinned at me, sticking his head in and giving it a quick survey.

  "This is where the Princess lives?"

  "Nope. This is where the Queen lives."

  "Umm hmm. And this room?" He pointed to the room across the hall.

  "That’s the Tool shed."

  He opened the door to discover his bedroom furniture. His beaming smile made me feel light headed and I followed him in. He walked to the window and looked out, then turned to me. "Are you a virgin?"

  "What? No." I answered honestly.

  He tipped his head and studied me. "You’re lying. You walk like a virgin."

  "I’m not lying." I stared him down.

  His eyes fell to my tits. "Too bad. I’ve not fucked a virgin yet. I wanted to pop a cherry. It’s on my 'to do' list, but I actually prefer sluts and your tits are beautiful."

  My heart sank. Should I say Caleb, my bestie, the gay guy that’s going to be our cover, popped it years ago? Both of us only curious? Both of us grossed out by the blood and pain. I walked up and stood toe to toe to him. My tits teasing his eyes. "It’s overrated."

  "What is? Being a slut? No one has driven their tool home properly then." His eyes hunt mine.

  "Popping the cherry. It hurts like hell and there is blood. I’m glad it’s done."

  His eyes narrowed and he studied me. I thought then that was the first time anyone had ever been truthful with him. "How many times have you fucked?"

  "Only that once. Years ago."

  "Only that once? That’s an interesting choice of words. How many times were you penetrated?"

  I smirked. He was sharp and quick on the uptake. "Only that once."

  "No pumping?"

  "No pumping, no pounding, no fucking. It hurt too damn bad. He stuck the tip in. It popped. I screamed. He screamed and we never talked about it again."

  We looked at each other with our guards down. Then he whispered and it sounded husky and sexy. "You’re a slut." His words should have made me angry, but I knew he was right. I wasn’t yet, but I would be. I couldn’t wait much longer. I was masturbating two and three times a day and I needed the D in a bad way. "You may be a virgin right now, but you won’t be for long. See, Rachael, I’m very good at finding sluts who give it up easy. Your beautiful tits tell me there is a slut in you that wants a man to drive his tool home and make her moan like the whore she knows she is." He smirks at me and puts his hand on one of my tits. The nipples harden and wait for him to find them. "And the perfect head you gave me last night proves my point. You’re going to be a good fuck for a long time." He dips his head down and kisses my waiting lips. "I’ve always wanted a virgin to call my own."

  "Do you want to own the bragging rights or own me?"

  "Neither. I just need to fuck you like the whore you are. I want to earn the name Tool Driver."

  His lips taste mine. His hands slide under my shirt and he pulls it up exposing my tits. The nipples are ripe for his touch. Tight, taut and tingling. He drops down and puts his mouth on one and sucks it hard while he squeezes and massages the other. The moan that escapes my lips is long and loud. He lets me go and says. "Now that’s a real whore’s moan. I can’t wait to hear you scream."

  Ken calls from downstairs. "Ray, are you and TD still up there? Why don’t you take TD into town to a movie?"

  I push my shirt over my tits. "We better go."

  "Yes, we better, or my boner’s going to find your pussy and light her up. You’ll be matching Martha moan for moan."

  I roll my eyes at him. "Please don’t go there! You’ll ruin it for me." I take his hand and lead him to the door.

  He laughs. "You better wear earplugs tonight then. My mother is a screamer. She loves sex."

  "We’re heading to the store for earplugs before we go to Caleb’s."

  He reached into his pocket as we were going down the stairs and pulled out several packs of earplugs and condoms. "Safe sex is important. I got ya cover, Little Sister."

  CHAP
TER FIVE

  Towel drying my hair, I searched my reflection in the mirror. Nervous about tonight, knowing TD would visit me, I looked at my flaws. I looked at my worried expression and sighed because I wasn't pretty. I wasn’t ugly, but I wasn’t pretty. 'My hips, proportional to my breasts, are too big! One is good. One is bad.' I sighed. 'I’m curvy and voluptuous!' I lied to myself. I brushed my teeth hard and spit loudly in the sink. I took my lotion in my hand and smeared it everywhere. At least you can smell good in the dark. I give the mirror the middle finger 'fuck you’ salute, then snatched the door open. My bare feet made no noise down the hall. At my bedroom door I paused and listened for the mattress sounds. They had been replaced by loud snoring from both Ken and Martha. I’m going to need those earplugs to sleep too! I glanced at TD’s door. There were no lights under it. I slipped into my room without detection. When I turned on the light, a hand clamped down over my nose and mouth while the other slid around my waist and pulled my extra wide, extra padded ass up against a rock hard dick.