Chapter 11
Lacy’s POV
Kol’s burning grip on my breasts surprised both of us, while I
was surprised at his impulsive grab, he was surprised for a
different reasons.
“Fuck, so beautiful. They’ve gotten so big.” a small whimper
escaped my lips on hearing his vulgar comments.
Kol tugged of the rest of the buttons and leaned in, squeezing and rubbing my breasts until I could hardly keep my eyes
opened.
I wasn’t given a moment to recover as he began to suck on me,
nibbling and grazing over the sensitive bud whilst pinching the
other one. “It feels good to suck your tits” He said.
“Kol” I gasped. I had never felt so much pleasure at once, my
trousers was soaked with my arousal, I could climax at any
moment.
“How can you be so sexy and look so innocent at the same
time” Kol pulled away from my breasts, his faces few inches
away from mine looking into my eyes intensely.
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I didn’t know what to say, so I just shut up.
“I really can’t hold back from fucking you if you keep making that face” his hands on my breasts gave them a hard squeeze
earning a slight moan from me. “I think I want to see those
titties bounce while I slam into you.”
He let out a low moan, his hand moving even faster, and just
then there was a knock on my door. It was Mom.
I kept receiving surprises tonight. I quickly button up my shirt
and cover myself up to my neck.
“Sweetheart,” my mom’s voice came through.
“Damn it!” Kol gasped, stumbling off the bed and heading for
the bathroom door. I sat up, eyes wide in panic.
“Yes, just a second, Mom,” I said in the most casual tone I could
manage.
I shot him another desperate look toward the bathroom door,
urging him to leave.
I definitely didn’t want her finding him here.
After he disappeared into the bathroom, I got up, walked to the
door, took a deep breath, smoothed my hair, and then opened it.
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Mom walked in with a robe on her, she came to my bed and sat
down looking happy.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Did I wake you?”
“Nope.” Not at all.
“I was just too excited about how today went”
“Oh” I didn’t know what else to say, so I sat up.
“I’m so happy for how the party went. And our dinner, couldn’t
be more peaceful”
“Yeah” why was she saying this to me.
“I see you and Kol are finally getting along again, all I wish for is
that this family is happy together.
“Yeah, we are getting along quite well” I replied with a forced
smile.
“I just knew it. You two were so close growing up, keep it up okay? That’s all Mom wants” She leaned in to kiss my cheek,
waved at me, and then turned to walk away. I closed the door and leaned back against it.
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What was I doing?
Kol’s POV
Melina suddenly interrupted our steamy time, almost ruining the mood. ‘Almost‘ because I was still hard by the time I got back to my room, which was frustrating and annoying. I took off my clothes as they were making me uncomfortable and climb my
bed.
I was not about to sleep with a blue balls so I grabbed a hand cream, ready to masturbate to the thought of Lacy. The mere thought of her striking blue eyes made me rock hard in few
seconds.
Lacy was a perfect sexy blonde, with her thick silky blonde hair and almond shaped blue eyes just like her mother, Melinda. Her sexiness had a thin veil of innocencè making her feel like she
was innocent but she was not.
Lacy’s reputation as the “good girl” was always just surface- level; it always had been. But since our parents cared only about appearances, they never bothered to look past her sweet smile. They didn’t know her mischievous side the way I did.
When we were kids, she was always the first to suggest sneaking cookies or telling lies to cover things up. She came up with the ideas, but I was the one who lied or reached into the
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cookie jar. I didn’t mind, though, because I loved making her
happy.
My hand quicken it pace, squeezing at intervals as I stroke
harder and faster.
It felt like we were playing the same old game again. I knew this
was dangerous territory. What were doing was insane, but I also
knew Lacy.
She let me take the lead–let me be the one to reach into the
cookie jar.
But wad I really planning to fuck her? Was I really planning to
fuck my stepsister?
My climax was unreachable due to my conflicting thoughts, It
was torn between picturing Lacy while climaxing and chastitating myself for having such thoughts for my stepsister.
Our relationship was just so unfair, I thought it was normal to
like her when we met at our younger years. But as we grew
older, I began to realize how complicated our relationship was.
My feelings for Lacy would not be accepted.
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Kol’s POV
Back then, I always have the unsustainable urge to just kiss
Lacy on her lips, it was confusing for my young mind. The urge
didn’t diminish or disappear as I grew, rather it became stronger
and wilder.
My fingers were still wrapped around my dick slowly moving up
and down when Lacy knocked on the bathroom door. “Can I
come in?”
Oh fuck. It was probably not a great moment, but, “Yeah,” I
answered.
I was gripping the base of my cock as she opened the door,
holding it still, my growing need making me ache.
She had her silky pyjama top buttoned back up, golden hair
tumbling over her shoulders, and I cought her gaze dart quickly
to and away from the tent my cock was making under the
covers. Her face turned red.
“Kol, can you just-” she stuttered not knowing whether to keep
her eyes on me or look away.
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“Just what?”
“I just want to talk to you.”
“Well? Say, I’m busy as you can see” she made to snap back but
stopped.
Her uneasy appearance was igniting the dying heat in me, I
began to move my hand again, slowly. Having her eyes on me
excited me more than I expected.
“Did I, perhaps ever did something to you?” She blinked and
stammered. “To make you hate me” her words made me
paused my movement. A crease knitted between my brows in
surprise at the assumption- I assume that she is assuming.
“Whatever it is, I feel sorry.”
I pulled my duvet over myself not feeling it again. The question
surprised me. It’s not that I didn’t want her to think that I hate
her. I was just surprised she’d ask that question so directly. I’m
surprised she’d make herself so vulnerable. “You want to know
why I hate you?”
She nodded.
“I hate you for having everything. The perfect little innocent rich
princess who knows? You don’t know anything about real life.
Lacy, I can’t respect that.” I retorted rather angrily.
