Chapter 8 8: The Morning Glory
\[ K A R A \]
A couple of days had passed since the whole bonfire fiasco and I was feeling much better. A few days ago, I got to see Ryder's surfing match for the first time with mom and Peter. I didn’t quite know the rules of surfing matches, but I knew that Ryder did very well. I was told that he scored enough points to compete in the next round.
Though I didn’t understand the rules, I now understood why girls would want to date surfer guys. I mean, just look at how cool and passionate Ryder was when he was competing. There was something about all that passion that just drew you in. And don’t get me started on that moment when he returned to the shore after his surf. Shaking his wet hair from side to side, he would get up from the waters below with his board shorts hanging low, his toned body all wet and tan and that gorgeous smile on his face...
Holy cabbage! Stop thinking about that— you're not helping yourself, woman!
Anyway, things were great for us. Mom and Peter seemed really happy together, and all the wedding preparation was going smoothly. I was skeptical about Peter in the beginning, but I was starting to see that mom and Peter were serious about their relationship. I could see them going strong for the long haul, and I was happy for my mom. She was right about Peter. This was the most real and adult relationship she had thus far.
Meanwhile, as our parents were getting along great, Ryder and I were getting along just fine as well. I noticed that early in the morning, Ryder usually went out to run and train at the beach. In the afternoons he would hang around the house, but he spent his time mostly in his garage, working on his surfboards and whatnot. I also realized that he didn't wear shirts a lot. In fact, I had never seen him with a shirt on for the past three days.
Thank God for Hawaii.
I tried my best not to stare, but he caught me every time I was gawking at him. I really had to work on that. And as always, he used every opportunity available to make dirty jokes or poke fun out of my virginity. Like this one time, we were just chilling on the sofa, watching TV. He was eating dried cherries – healthy snacks, of course for the athlete—when he suddenly turned to me and said, "You know what I was thinking? Someone really needs to pop that cherry of yours before it's all dried up," while holding onto a dried cherry and popping it in his mouth. I responded by smacking his face with a throw pillow.
Yeah, I guess what I’m trying to say is… this whole brother-sister thing isn't so bad after all.
If you were worried about me, don’t be. I knew my limits very well. Though I gawked and stared at Ryder a lot, it was just a harmless fan-girl moment. I knew not to cross the line with him. Especially with the wedding day drawing nearer and nearer, I could already picture it: my mom, Peter, Ryder, and me, we would soon be one big happy family.
\[ R Y D E R \]
There must be something wrong with me. Ever since that night, I just couldn't stop thinking about her. Sure, I've thought about chicks before. But I thought about their boobs, or their ass, or how we'd get down. And that was not the case with Kara.
I thought about her smile a lot. She had one of those rare smiles that were so genuine, you couldn't help but to smile back when you see her smile. I thought about the things that made her smile, or the things that made her laugh. I also started listening to the songs that she liked. And I started to notice little quirky things about her, like how she couldn’t swear properly and said made up words instead, like "sunnovafitch" or "mudderfudder" or my personal favorite, "fudgesickles".
Though I'd be lying if I say I didn't think about the other things too. Like this one time, she was trying to reach the top shelf of the kitchen cabinet, and when she was reaching up, I saw the exposed skin on her hips and lower back, and her little pink underwear was creeping up. I made a comment about how she was wearing pink today. She turned hot red, and I had never seen anything that cute in my life. Then she smacked my face, of course, because that was what she did when she got embarrassed.
If only she was not about to be my stepsister… I'd take her in a heartbeat.
I would be a hypocrite if I said I never fantasized about her. When her bruises got better, Kara started wearing more revealing clothes, and it was great but also torturous. I kid you not, I got hard whenever I think about her and that night in the woods. She almost got raped by a psychopath and I got hard because I fucking hugged her. Like, how messed up was that?
Letting out a sigh and shaking my head at myself, I decided to call it a night. I had a big match tomorrow morning, and I should focus my energies someplace else. So, I threw myself on my bed and tried my hardest to fall asleep.
That night, I tossed and turned in my sleep, and I woke up in the middle of the night, suddenly feeling parched. I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. So, I made my way down to the kitchen, grabbed an empty glass, and filled it with some water. I was just sitting mindlessly against the counter when I heard a sound.
Kara was walking downstairs with her hand scratching her head. I didn't think she saw me as it was dark and her eyes were barely opened. She walked right by me and turned to the fridge. She opened the fridge and she bent down to look for something. And as she was doing that, her ass was literally inches away from me.
I swallowed hard.
She didn't seem to notice me, as she was busy raking the fridge. Seeing her so close to me, my body immediately tensed. Kara grabbed a milk carton, closed the fridge door, and stood up. With her body moving away from me, I immediately felt the need to close the distance between us.
Before I could stop myself, I stood up and took a step towards her, wrapping her from the back with both my arms. She flinched instantly.
"Sssh," I said lowly to her ears.
"Ryder?" she whispered back.
I didn't need to answer that. She knew it was me. I just buried my face on the nape of her neck and lightly grazed my lips on her skin. I took a deep breath in, taking in her scent, and I could feel her shiver.
"Ryder?" she said again.
This time, I lifted my head up and I saw her looking right at me. Her breathing was ragged and she swallowed hard. It was at that moment that I could see it in her eyes, she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
Fuck yes.
I found myself smiling, and Kara looked panicked. She was about to say something when I put my index finger on her lips to shut her up.
This was my chance, and I'm going for it.
Without warning, I leaned in and planted a slow deep kiss on her soft lips. I thought of all the scenarios, she could push me away and slap me in the face, she could smack my head with a frying pan, or she could even kick me in the nuts. But she didn't do any of these things. Instead, she kissed me back.
Letting out a muffled groan, I pulled her tighter to me as I deepen the kiss. She moved her head to the side and let out a small shy moan. My one hand was holding her in place, and the other was holding onto her soft face. She let her free hand to travel to the back of my head and started stroking my hair. And as the kiss became deeper, she started gripping my hair and pulling on it gently. I was lost in her taste as my tongue grazed on her bottom lip, searching for an access. Kara responded by letting out another moan. And what was when I lost it.
I turned her around quickly and pressed her back against the fridge behind her. She let out a small gasp and I used that moment to slip my tongue in her. She dropped the milk carton from her hand and I could hear the milk pouring out on the floor.
My mind went blank as our tongues met and they danced. I explored her mouth greedily, trying to taste every inch of her. She moaned again, which made me smile, because that must mean that she was enjoying this. Taking it as a good sign, I moved on to start kissing her neck. I saw some faint bruises there and my jaw clenched instantly. I kissed all her bruises away, somehow wishing I could replace those marks with mine. She let out another moan and I had to put my hand over her mouth so she wouldn't get too loud.
Meanwhile, my free hand started traveling underneath her shirt and massaging her breasts. I was happy to know that she wasn’t wearing any bra. I also really liked her breasts. They were just the right size and they fitted the palm of my hand perfectly. I slowly pulled on her nipple and she began to squirm. Her moans were becoming too loud and I had to press my hand on her mouth harder. As my fingers rolled and tugged at her nipple, Kara opened her eyes and she looked at me with a pleading gaze.
Oh, fuck, I can’t wait either.
With one swift maneuver, I brought her around and put her on the kitchen counter. We kissed again, hot and passionate, full of wants and needs. My two hands were now holding her waist, pulling her closer and closer to me, even though there was no more distance between us. I felt myself hardening, hard, and she felt it too as she flinched at the contact. I thought she might pull away, but she didn't. So, I didn't stop either. Instead, she put her hand on my lower back, pulling me closer to her. I arched her thighs so that I was positioned right in front of her opening, and I grinded myself against her. We were both still in full clothing, but I could sense that she was wet there, wet for me.
She let out a sigh as I started grinding onto her, slow at first, and I started to pick up my pace. As I was getting rougher, she moaned and groaned and her nails dug into my shoulders. My shaft had gotten so hard, I was practically throbbing in pain. I couldn’t hold myself any longer. Pushing her panties to the side, I pulled my hard length out of my boxers and grazed my tip with her wet opening. Kara was frozen still and I had one hand behind her back to keep her in place and the other hand was covering her mouth. Her opening was warm and wet and she felt so good on my tip... This felt so damn good...
Shit, I’m gonna push myself into her right now---
RING! RING! RING!
My alarm clock rang incessantly and I jerked my eyes open. It was at this moment that I realized it was all a dream. A motherfucking dream. Of course.
I was panting and flustered, and I could see my erection bulging underneath the sheets.
Shit. Fuck Shit.
Of course, it was a dream. Kara wouldn’t do that with me. I groaned loudly and slapped myself in the head at my stellar stupidity.
Fuck, I really need to get laid.
\- - - - - To Be Continued - - - - -