Chapter 1: Bumpy Beginnings
I never thought my first day heading to college would involve being squished in the back of a minivan, surrounded by boxes, and perched awkwardly on my step-sister Tara’s lap. The trunk seats were the only option with my brothers, Jake and Ethan, hogging the front, Jake blasting some god-awful rap through the speakers. The bass thumped so hard I could feel it in my chest—or maybe that was just my nerves. I regretted my outfit choice instantly: a flimsy mini skirt and a tank top that clung to me like a second skin. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and way too close to Tara for comfort.
‘Couldn’t you have worn something less... distracting?’ Tara’s voice was a low growl in my ear, her breath hot against my neck. I shivered, trying to adjust myself on her lap, but every move just made me more aware of her presence beneath me.
‘Maybe if you’d packed lighter, I wouldn’t be sitting on you at all,’ I shot back, my voice sharper than I intended. I wasn’t about to let her make me feel small, even if my heart was racing. ‘Blame your hoarding, not my skirt.’
She chuckled, a dark, throaty sound that sent a jolt straight through me. ‘Oh, I’m not complaining, Lucy. Trust me.’
Before I could snap a retort, the van hit a pothole, jerking us hard. My skirt rode up, the fabric bunching at my hips, and I felt the cool air against my bare thighs—and worse, my ass pressing directly against Tara. I froze, mortified, as another bump had me grinding down unintentionally. Beneath me, I felt it—her cock, unmistakably hard, straining against her jeans. My breath hitched. I should’ve been horrified, but instead, a rush of heat pooled between my legs.
‘Careful, little sis,’ Tara murmured, her hands gripping my hips to steady me—or maybe to pull me closer. ‘Keep squirming like that, and I might not be responsible for what happens next.’
‘Don’t flatter yourself,’ I hissed, though my voice wavered. My nipples tightened, pebbled under the thin fabric of my tank top, and I knew she could feel the heat radiating from me. Another bump, another grind, and I was dripping, a wet patch forming where I pressed against her. I bit my lip, trying to focus on the music, on anything but the growing ache in my core.
Tara’s fingers brushed up my side, teasingly slow, until they found the edge of my tank top. ‘You’re making a mess of me, Lucy,’ she whispered, her tone dripping with wicked amusement. ‘Feel that? You’ve got me fucking throbbing.’
I turned my head slightly, glaring at her over my shoulder, but the heat in her eyes matched the fire in my own. ‘Then do something about it,’ I challenged, my voice low and daring. I wasn’t about to back down, not now, not when every nerve in my body was screaming for more.
Her smirk was pure sin as one hand slid up, pinching my nipple through the fabric. I gasped, the sharp sting sending a bolt of pleasure straight to my pussy. ‘Oh, I plan to,’ she purred, her other hand sliding under my skirt, fingers brushing against my soaked panties. ‘You’re so fucking wet already. You want this as bad as I do.’
I couldn’t deny it, not with my body betraying me at every turn. The van hit another bump, and I ground down harder, feeling her cock twitch beneath me. My brothers were oblivious, lost in their music, the open windows carrying away any scent of our arousal. Tara’s hand moved faster now, pushing my panties aside, her fingers teasing my entrance as her dirty words filled my ear. ‘I’m gonna fuck you right here, Lucy. You ready for that?’
My only answer was a stifled moan as she freed herself, the heat of her hard cock pressing against my bare ass. I shifted, aligning myself, my heart pounding as I felt her tip nudge against me. This was insane, reckless—but I didn’t care. I wanted it. I wanted her. And as she pushed inside, stretching me with a slow, deliberate thrust, I knew there was no turning back.
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