Free Satisfying Angela by Erica Storm

Chapter 1
    Angela
    I always wanted Kristian to take me serious but he saw me as a little sister. Technically I was his litter sister, we had no parents because they were both killed in a car accident, and he was stuck with me. I was sixteen at the time and he didn’t want the social workers to take me away and put me in a group home, so he said that he would take care of me because he had reached the ripe old age of twenty-two and he was graduating from college and had a job offering. He said he would be responsible for me. So they let him have me.
    I was officially in his care.
    When my mother married his father, I was fifteen. When I first laid eyes on Kristian was the day he came to our home for a visit during college break with his girlfriend. My gaze followed his toned hard muscular body. His eyes dark green the color of fresh summer grass, and he was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen, with his dark curly hair. His smile bright and when he laughed his eyes smiled too.
    He stood six feet looking at me, “come and give me a hug I’m your brother.” I wanted at that moment for him to be more, but he didn’t pay any attention to me, he was in love with his girlfriend I thought. She looked in my eyes and she knew that I had fallen in love with my stepbrother. She even called it to his attention, “Look Kristian, I think she likes you,” she said to him given me a look that said bitch he’s mine.
    How could Kristian girlfriend possibly think that I could challenge her at the age of fifteen? My breasts hadn’t developed and she had the largest breasts I had seen outside of television. I could imagine that Kristian was attracted to her because of her breasts and how could he ever take me serious until I matured.
    “She’s just a child,” Kristian said to her. But she saw my eyes and recognized my longing to have sex. I knew then I wanted to sleep with him. I would go to bed at night and dream that he would come to my bed and fondle me and kiss me and play with my tiny buds that hadn’t blossomed into breasts. I dreamed when I became old enough, that I would one day marry him.
    He stayed the whole weekend but he spent his days with his girlfriend. They would go off for hours and I could imagine what he was doing to her because they would come back with unruly hair that looked as if they had just fucked. I think now they call it just fucked hair.
    Whatever they call it, I would have fucked him at fifteen just to see his hair in disarray and sexy. I remember that Saturday evening when he and his girlfriend were babysitting me, and they had to leave the next day and go back to college. We were sitting watching television and he invited me to sit near him, but instead I hopped on his lap and shared a bowl of popcorn with him.
    I don’t think he knew how old I was because I looked young for my age. I had a flat chest, weighed about ninety pounds, and dressed like a little girl. I didn’t wear tight jeans and skimpy tops, I wore dresses.
    His girlfriend protested, “She’s too old to be sitting on your lap. She’s older than you think.”
    “How could you say something like that, she doesn’t even have boobs,” Kristian and I turned to climb off his lap, and he said, “don’t listen to her, she thinks that you will steal me away from her. Now tell her it’s not true and sit on your brother’s lap like a good little girl,” he said brushing my hair with his hands, and looking at his girlfriend, who by now had crossed her arms in protest.
    I glanced at her with a smirk and hopped back on his lap. Instantly, I felt the warmth and rise of his cock under my dress. I had never had a feeling of heat rush through me. I turned and twisted and it grew and grew under my panties until I could feel it as if it was moving into my opening.
    I placed my head on his shoulder and I began to feel him turning and his penis began rising. His body felt hot and he held me tight as I lay pretending I had fallen asleep in his arms.