The Fixer-Upper (closed)

“Unless what?” I said as I stood up, and pulled her to her feet in front of me, and we headed to the next couch that caught our eye. I really had no idea what I wanted, I just knew I wanted her.

“I mean… If we are ‘together’ then Mum and Dad aren’t gonna let us keep living together in this house,” I said. “I dunno.”

“But I do know, that I want to see you stretch out across that couch right there,” I said, pointing to a nearby black leather living room set. I was already pulling out my recharged phone. “Let me get a couple pictures of you,” I suggested with a sly grin.
 
"Unfortunately this baby is well out of our price range," I said, "But sure, let's get some photos to prove we were here." I said, jumping on. I struck a few poses, mostly silly, but also a few more provocative ones when others weren't looking.

I got up then, reluctantly patting the smooth leather and grinning at Tommy.

"This is fun," I said, grabbing his hand and dragging him over to a horrid yellow and brown monstrosity. "We should do this more... Get out of the house together. Not that staying at home with you is bad!" I quickly added, "I'm just having fun."

I plonked down on the second ugliest couch I'd ever seen and struck my sexiest pose.

"What do you think? I think we've got a winner?" I joked.
 
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She struck a silly pose on the ugly couch and I quickly snapped a picture of her. “No one will ever believe this couch even exists it’s so bad!” I said with a laugh.

That’s when we kind of stumbled across a simple, red microfiber couch. “That would look pretty good in our living room,” I said, nodding towards it, and taking a short video of her sexy body skipping towards it, watching that pert ass work its magic.

“You wanna grab a bite to eat somewhere downtown after we find the perfect sofa?” I asked her suddenly. I was enjoying being out with her as much as she said she was.
 
I had to agree with Tommy- the red would look perfect in our living room. When I jumped on it, it felt perfect as well. I could hardly wait for ours to arrive so Tommy and I could see just how comfortable it was (without the prying eyes of salespeople and other shoppers). I had one quick look around before deciding on the red one and rushing through the transaction.

"So," I said with a grin as I linked my arm through Tommy's, "lunch downtown would be amazing."


In that moment I could almost pretend the last couple of fucking crazy months hadn't happened. I could almost pretend that we were a normal couple doing normal couple things. Almost.

Tommy drove us down town and we chatted idly about different things. It wasn't until we were snuggled up in a stall at a food joint that I finally worked up the courage to say what I had wanted to say for a couple of weeks now.

"Hey, Tommy," I started, putting the menu down. I cam her quite often so I already knew what I wanted to order. "I just wanted to apologise. For how crazy things have been. I- well, I'm not usually such a fucking mess. So... sorry. And thanks as well. I don't know what I would have done without you here." The words kinda tumbled out and I winced at how stupid they had sounded. But they were out, and it felt as though a bit of a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
 
I already had my arm around her, and I pulled her close to me and pressed my forehead to hers. “And I’m sorry if I wasn’t as fully supportive sometimes as I should have been,” I replied, recalling the fights and struggles we had had in those first few weeks. “I’m just glad we made it through okay. Better than okay. We made it together.”

The waitress came by then, and we ordered our food.

“So, have you told your friends about me?” I asked her, curious. “I guess it’s kinda weird to tell people you’re sleeping with your step-brother? I haven’t told anyone… as much as I want to be able to brag about how fucking hot you are,” I said, reaching over and quickly copping a feel!
 
Tommy's words warmed my heart. Having our foreheads pressed together, our bodies so close, was a pleasure unto itself. The waitress arrived to take our order and broke the moment, but I held it in my memory.

"I have told my friends that we're living together, but..." I trailed off. "When you meet them you're gonna be in for trouble. Taylor told them all that you are one heck of a spunk, so they'll be throwing themselves at you for sure," I told him.

I placed my hand on his thigh under the table, giving it a firm squeeze.

"What are you going to do when you start your course and all the ladies are drooling for you? Are you looking for a girlfriend?"

I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to know the answer to that, to know if he would be actively interested in trying to fill that position. A selfish part of me hoped not, even though I knew the relationship between us was... complicated.
 
I chuckled, leaning in to give Naomi a kiss on the top of her head. “What do I need a girlfriend for if I have you?” I asked.

Of course, that was easy to say now, while my world was so small. It wouldn’t be long at all before classes were starting and I would be meeting tons of people. The thought sent chills down my spine, and my inner introvert recoiled at the prospects.

“So when am I gonna meet all your friends?” I asked her with a smirk. “Should we throw a little party when we get the house all fixed up?”
 
God Tommy was perfect.

Or at least he would be if he wasn't my step-brother.

I pressed a soft, promising kiss against his lips before sitting up straighter.

"Well, I kinda already promised them one!" I laughed sheepishly. "Like I said, they want to meet you for sure. Though it's going to be hard for me to keep my hands off you with all of them around."
 
I chuckled along with her as she said there was already a little part in the works.

I winked at her, a devious little smirk coming across my face. “Well, maybe your brother went back home for the weekend, and your boyfriend is coming up to visit,” I suggested. That would never work!

My phone was buzzing in my pocket again. It had been, all day, and I had been ignoring. I knew it was the tumblr app, the inbox overflowing with requests. Requests for our kinky homemade porn. I had to tell Naomi, but I couldn’t quite find the words.
 
"If only!" I laughed wistfully, eyes raking over Tommy. "I suppose one night in separate beds won't kill us."

Even if the idea already saddened me.

"We've never been to a party together. Do you get all drunk and wild? Are you a dancer?" I wondered what it would be like, seeing that powerful body of his swaying to music. Or better yet, pressed against it while we swayed together.
 
I laughed along with Naomi, but then my thoughts went back to the last party I had been to… and what I had done that night.

I shook my head. “You know, I didn’t really party much this past year in high school,” I said. “So this is gonna be a, uh… new experience for me, I guess,” I said. It was mostly true. I had drank plenty with some of my buddies, and even smoked weed, but never really got invited to the “parties”.

“I’d love to dance with you but I bet that would send the wrong message…” I shook my head. This was complicated.
 
I watched Tommy and shrugged.

"Partying isn't all it is cracked up to be," I said with a shrug, knowing full well how it could end up going wrong. "We will have one for sure. Gotta have a house warming. But there is something to be said for chilling at home and rutting with the hottest guy in town!"
 
I smirked. “So is this a ‘netflix and chill’ kinda night?” I asked her.

I couldn’t wait to get home.

We never actually got the netflix show going. We were too busy tearing each others’ clothes off and rutting like beasts in heat, my long thick rod sinking into her juicy cunt again and again.

I was on top of her, my cock buried deep within her. I had already cum inside her twice. It was late. I was still hard. We were both sweaty messes. I took her wrists in my hands and pinned them above her head.

“I have to tell you something,” I said to her then, as I looked down upon her sweaty, horny body...
 
I had laughed at his Netflix and chill comment, but what we did was anything but chill. It was fucking hot. I couldn't get enough of him, I would take everything he offered

When he had my hands pinned above my head I squirmed beneath him, kissing him between his words.

"Please tell me that this doesn't have to end," I teased, wiggling my hips suggestively.
 
I had to come clean. She deserved to know what I was up to. She was a big part of it, after all.

I held her pinned down and met her hip movements with my own, working my cock as deep into her as possible.

“I edited those videos we made,” I confessed. “And set up a tumblr page with those gifs. And we’ve made about three hundred dollars since I started it last night. And more on the way,” I said, blurting it all out as I kept myself buried inside her.

“I know I should have… asked permission first, but I wanted to see if it could even be done… and it was way easier than I expected. You are a fucking wet dream cum true, Naomi… for a lot of guys.”
 
Well, that was unexpected.

"Tommy, what?" I said, trying to push the fog of lust from my mind.

Those videos... The gifs... My cheeks flooded with heat even as I moaned at the way his cock moved within me.

"Seriously Tommy?" I asked, pulling my lips away from his shoulder, trying to tug my hands out his grasp. "You're joking, right?"

My insides squeezed around him, begging for more. It seemed my body was yet to get the memo my mind had sent.
 
She struggled against my hold on her, even as her hips tried to draw more of my cock into her. I grunted in pleasure as I drove into her again, my cock throbbing inside her. I let go of her wrists over her head, only to grab her thigh and roll her over onto her side. I quickly repositioned myself behind her, between her spread legs, and impaled her again on my cock.

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“Fuck… yes, Naomi… three hundred dollars just last night. I don’t know how many more orders have come in today yet.”

I thrust into her hard, grabbing her arms and pulling them behind her back, pinning her whole body down with my weight. My other hand grasped hungrily, harshly squeezing her tits. “You’re gonna be my little amateur porn starlet,” I growled in her ear, my hand trailing down from her tits, my knowing fingers quickly finding her clit and twiddling her throbbing little button back and forth.
 
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"Tommy!" I whined, squirming against him, even as my body trembled at his touch. "I'm being serious! That's crazy!"

His fingers fiddled with my clit as he fucked me hard. I squirmed against him but my pleasure still rose.

"You didn't even ask! I can't believe- oh!" My complaints were cut off by a particularly attention grabbing swipe thumb. I reached down, one hand on his wrist the other on his hips.
 
“I had to know if it was worth the time,” I explained, my breathing heavy as I continued to work my thick long dick in and out of her perfect little pussy. My passion was growing by the second, my desire and need for her overwhelming me. I pulled my wrists out of her grasp and reached up, grabbing her by her hair. “I know I took advantage of you… hid this from you.” I yanked her hair back, and then pulled my dick out of her pussy.

And then I manhandled her, using my grip on her hair and her arm to move her sideways on the bed, onto her back, her head hanging off the edge if the mattress. I was standing before her next to the bed, my big cock hard and glistening in front of her face, and I pushed the tip past her lips.

“All you have to do is perform, and know that there are guys out there happy to pay to watch you while they jerk themselves off.” My hands grasped her head, holding her in place as I worked my cock to the back of her throat and back out to her lips. “I’ll take care of the technical side, and we’ll share the profits and have a lot of fun at the same time.”

I looked down at her, her lips spread wide, wrapped around my girth. “Sound good, little slut?” I asked with a naughty smirk.
 
I trembled as he pulled my hair, pushed me around. My body quaked for him even as he shoved his huge cock down my throat. I was fucking putty in his hands.

His words made me angry, so fucking angry. What the hell was he thinking? And why tell me now? Why bother at all? He should have just kept using me like every other bastard did.

I wanted to argue, I truly did, but as he used me my body reacted. My beer for him was explosive; every one of our encounters had trained me for this. For him.

To be his little slut.

So I tried to give a fight, I struggled beneath him, eyes angry and teeth scraping against his tender flesh as he thrust in and out. But it wasn't nearly as genuine as it should have been.
 
“Careful with those teeth,” I growled at her as I used her mouth for my pleasure. My hand flew out and I slapped one of her tits, and then my fingers found her nipple and gave it a little twist as I forced my cock down her throat.

I grabbed her head and held her in place, my dick buried in her face, her nose covered by my heavy testicles. “So many guys are gonna be fantasizing about doing this to you baby,” I said to her, before pulling out, leaving her gasping for air, spit spewing out of her mouth and coating her face.

I smacked her cheek with my hard cock, rubbed my shaft along her wet lips.

“Do you want to be my little internet whore?” I asked her then, the tip of my cock rubbing against her lips.
 
I yelped as Tommy slapped and pinched my tits. I automatically tried to pull away, but his hands were firm. My face reddened with rage and shame when he slapped it with his hard, saliva coated cock. When he pushed it against my lips I turned away, moaning in pain as the motion pulled at my hair.

"You should have asked me!" I whined, glaring up at him.
 
“Maybe,” I replied. “But then we wouldn’t know just how much that hot little body of yours is in demand, would we?” I said, and I grabbed her by her face, my fingers digging into her cheeks, pushing her lips out to form an “O”.

I rubbed my shaft along those lips. “It’s almost a crime to keep all this hotness to ourselves,” I continued. “Besides, you told me just the other night how hot it gets you thinking about other guys getting off to you…”

The head of my cock rubbed along her lips. Precum leaked out and fell onto her lips. “Just think about how hot it would be if there were people watching us fuck… live… and paying for the pleasure!”
 
I glared up at Tommy as he spoke, but my mind was whirring with the information. $300! That was a lot of money... And he had said that it was in one night. God, I could already imagine the things we could do with that.

I was still pissed that he hadn't told me.

What would I have said if he'd asked me anyway? As he rubbed his tip against my lips I moaned. Does it matter now? Does what I would have said made any difference. He'd already started selling it, what was the point in stopping.

"So why aren't you filming this, then?" I asked, still clearly annoyed, but with a challenge in my tone. My tongue flicked out to swirl around his moistened tip. I moaned at the combined taste of us, my legs automatically squeezing together, my pussy aching for him. "Go and get your phone. Take a video. If we can make another three hundred dollars over the next two nights I'll let this continue."
 
I could tell she wasn’t happy that I had gone behind her back, but she was also willing to give it a shot. I groaned as her tongue toyed at my cock.

“I’ve still got the footage from last night that I haven’t even messed with yet,” I said, working my cock past those pouty lips and into her mouth. One hand grasped at the back of her head, positioning her so she was in just the right spot, and the other groped at her bare, exposed tits.

And then I told her exactly what I was going to do. “I’m gonna fuck this perfect little mouth of yours, and fill your belly with my cum, and then show you just how much money we can make,” I growled, before thrusting my length into her mouth, down her throat, filling it, again and again…
 
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