Page 17 of The Star

I pull my leg up, trying to slip my panties off my ankle, but end up just stretching the material. Carson’s hand slides down my leg, creating a fire on every inch he touches until he reaches the lace fabric and slips it over my foot. He slides his hand back up my calf, then lifts my leg and places it on his shoulder so he can get better access to my pussy.

He pushes his tongue inside me, making my head fall back against the wall and my hips gyrate against his face. His tongue flicks inside of me, teasing around my opening, then up to my clit to stroke against the bundle of nerves in circles.

“Jesus Christ,” I moan, threading my fingers into the light hair on his head, but he pulls away to look up at me.

“You need to keep your pretty mouth quiet, Logan, unless you want someone to hear you.” He dives back in, driving his tongue back inside of me again.

I’m too turned on to protest, and I find myself covering my mouth with my forearm when he flicks his tongue against my clit over and over. His hand slips from my calf, then two fingers quickly replace his tongue. I can hear how wet I am when he starts thrusting the digits while his tongue attacks my clit, making me bite down on the flesh of my arm to stop myself from crying out.

My hand tightens in his hair when I feel my orgasm heading toward me like a truck going full speed, my hips grinding against him, so he knows not to stop. He reads the motion, fucking me harder with his fingers and licking me faster.

I fall over the edge, a sound making its way through the suffocating pressure I have on my mouth with my arm, but he doesn’t pull away again to silence me, he just keeps going until I’m fully sated and sagging against the wall.

Once he leans back, I watch him push my leg off his shoulder so he can stand up. He presses close to me again, making my body tingle with need, and sticks his fingers in his mouth to suck my release off. His eyes connect with mine as he moans deep in his throat.

“Never thought pussy from the slums of Franklin would taste so good.”

My nostrils flare as my face goes hot, and I push him away from me with both hands. I hear him laugh as he steps across the room, but then Sara is knocking on the door.

“Logan, do you have it on?” she singsongs in her cheery voice, and my eyes fly to Carson in a panic.

He waves a hand at me, making me look down to see my panties still hanging off one ankle. “Yeah, Sara. One sec.” I pull my panties up, shaking the dress down to cover myself, then walk toward the door. I shove Carson in the chest, pushing him so the door will open in front of him, and then I flip the lock and pull the door open.

Stepping into the doorway, I press the door all the way open so Carson is covered, and hold an arm out to put myself on display for Sara.

“Oh my God!” She slaps a hand over her mouth. “I’m buying that for you.”

The thought of owning the dress that my stepbrother ate me out in sends nausea spiraling through my gut, so I shake my head. “It’s not really my style, Sara. I’m sorry.”

I want to add,“Plus, if you bring this into the house, I’ll likely set fire to it.”But I don’t. I just give her a sad smile and hope she drops it.

“Oh, well, okay.” She turns around to look behind her, but I don’t miss the defeat in her tone. “Where did Carson go? I asked him to watch my bags.”

She rushes to her bags, checking them over.

“Oh, I think he went to the bathroom. I found these little crop tops I like. Do you want to pay while I change out of this dress?” I change the subject to avoid any more questions about Carson and pick up my shopping tote to hand to Sara. “It’ll take me two seconds. I’m sure Carson will be back by the time you’re done.”

She nods, picking up her shopping bags and juggling them with the two totes that hold our purchases. “I’ll meet you at the front.”

“Sounds good.” I close the dressing room door, coming face-to-face with Carson’s cocky, smug ass smirk. I roll my eyes at him without a word and rip the dress over my head. He’s seen all of me by now, so I don’t even think twice about changing in front of him.

I throw the dress down on the bench, slide my own dress over my head, tie my flannel around my waist, then sit down to put my boots back on. I don’t glance his way for even a millisecond, just go about my business and then pick up all my shopping bags off the floor.

“Come out in a minute. This never happened, dickhead.”

Pulling the dressing room door open, I let it hit him as it swings back.

I hear him chuckle as I’m walking out. “Whatever you say, sis.”

eight

CARSON

Tuesday morning, I wake up with a raging boner, just like yesterday and the day before. I’m almost annoyed as I slip my hand into my boxers to relieve the pressure. I’ve never been a morning masturbater. I usually jerk off in the shower because it’s neater, easier, but ever since I was between Logan’s legs, eating her like a gourmet meal, I’ve woken up hard as a rock.

I can still taste her, which I’m 100% sure is a hallucination because I’ve brushed my teeth five times since then, but I swear to God, her cum left a permanent impression on my tongue. Not that I’m complaining. Her pussy was the best thing I’ve eaten since I discovered truffle infused French fries.

Once I’ve dirtied yet another pair of Versace boxer briefs with my jizz, I slip them down my legs and toss them across the room to my laundry basket.

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