EroticReverie

Kristoffer Cole Frost

After breakfast, me, Ginger, my brother Jackson and Merry all clean up as our parents sit and talk in the other room. 

Ginger and me do the dishes as Merry and Jackson clean up the dining room table and the counter tops in the kitchen. 

"I don't want to dry, you dry." Ginger says and smacks the dry towel cloth to my chest and swings her hip into my legs making me scoot away from the sink. 

"Thought you hated getting wet?" I ask casually and she jerks her head and glares up at me. 

"shut up Kristoffer Cole." she whispers and I smirk and take the plate she just rinsed from her hand and chuckle to myself. 

"I was worried about you last night." I say after a few moments and she looks at me again, her brows pinching. 

"Worried about me? Why?" She asks as she pauses.

I shrug. "I was up all night, just..really worried..." I say and set the next plate on the dry stack. I sigh and she has come to a full stop of washing dishes. 

"What do you mean, why would you be worried?" She asks and I realize my acting skills are better than I thought. 

"I was just hoping that you'd be okay." I say and she turns. 

"Why wouldnt I be?" she asks. 

"I was just...so scared....." I say and lift a hand behind my neck. 

"Scared?" she asks and places a hand on my chest. "why?" 

Okay, I kind of feel like a dick now, because she's looking at me with such concern, that I feel guilty for what Im about to say to her when she's being this sweet. Her hand rubs my chest. 

"I was just worried about whether or not your nipples were going to get frostbite from flashing me." I say. Her hand pauses and lifts and then she slaps it on my chest.

"You fucking dumbass" she hisses and I laugh as she growls and turns back to the sink, but I see the little smile on her face as she shakes her head and mutters "fucking asshole" , making me laugh and I look around, Jackson and Merry now in the other room talking with our parents, so I slide behind her and she jerks and turns her head and looks up at me. 

"What do you think you're doing, get off me" she whispers as I place my hands on her hips. 

"You look good washing dishes" I say, and she sticks her ass back into me, but its more of an attempt to shove me away from her. 

"Oh, why? Cause im a female?" she huffs and sets a bowl she just washed on the side. 

"Grab your towel and dry the fucking dishes Kristoffer Cole" she says and her ass pushes at me again and I grab her hips and let my body dip down, and I push right back, pressing my dick against her ass, pinning her to the counter.

"You better be real fucking careful with that thing Ginger" I whisper and she sucks in a breath.

"Were in my parents home, with YOUR parents" she whispers.

"get your dick off me" she hisses , but her ass pushes back again and I groan. 

"You want me to ruin my pants? Stop that." I whisper. 

"Then get your dick off me." she whisper yells at me. 

I smile to myself and my one hand leaves her waist and goes to the counter, the other slides up her side then back down to her hips and I love the feel of my hand on her even through the soft velvet of her dress. 

"you really did have me up all night." I whisper as I slide my hand down her dress and over her thigh, my fingers lightly walking onto her thighs, over her stockings as I curl my fingers around the hem and slide it up. 

"Oh my god, stop it" she says and swats my hand. 

I move my hand to the other side of the counter and dip my head down and bring my mouth to her ear. 

"I was up all night , thinking about how much I hate you standing in the front door, and that white robe at your feet , and every fucking inch of you looking so fucking flawless" I say and she turns and I move back slightly to let her body turn and her back againt the sink counter, water running, dishes forgotten. 

"Maybe if you're nice to me , I'll show it to you again sometime" she says and lifts her chin and I smile, her eyes going to my mouth and then back to my eyes. 

"So I cant tell you what a brat you are?" I ask as I move my hips closer again, pinning her to the counter.

"only when it's us" she says and I hum and nod and then I move to the side slightly and let my leg slip between hers and put my knee to the cabinet under the sink and her breath hitches and her hips immediately pivot, and push forward. My hand goes from the counter, behind her and I grab her ass as I pull her onto me, letting her grind against my thigh. 

She whimpers softly as her body moves and she bites her lip and reaches down and grabs her dress, moving it from between her body and my thigh and lifts it up. I look down and curse. 

"Ginger" I groan as I see her bare cunt on my pant leg, fucking riding me. Rubbing against the fabric. 

My hand slips down and back under the fucking dress, so does my other hand. 

"fuck im so wet right now" she breathes and I groan , my cock getting harder and harder as she parts her mouth and keeps grinding on my thigh. 

"Kris" she moans. 

"fuck you, dont ever call me that, say my fucking name" I whisper. 

She smirks slightly but then her mouth is parting again and shes humping my fucking leg, and it's the hottest fucking moment of my god damn life other than last night. 

"Kristoffer Cole" she whimpers softly and I nod.

"yeah, that's what I want to hear, fuck I hate the way you say my fucking name" I groan and she moans and I lift my hand and place it over her mouth and she looks at me, her hand grabbing my back as she rocks her hips faster and I nod. 

"Cum you gorgeous fucking brat" I whisper and I grin as she comes undone within seconds after the words leave my mouth, her hips bucking and her legs quivering as she whimpers into my hand and I drop my hand as she breathes hard and trembles and both of my hands grab her ass and then let one hand dip down and between her legs from behind and she gasps as I let my finger slide into her pussy. 

"i want this pussy" I whisper to her. 

she nods and I groan and lean down and let my hand move a bit more and slide my finger deeper, groaning at how fucking perfect she feels. 

"are you always this fucking wet , brat?" I whisper and she curses and shakes her head.

"just for me then hmm?" I whisper and she nods against my cheek and I kiss her temple. 

"i hate you so much" I whisper. 

she whimpers quietly and nods. "hate you too" 

I smile and kiss the side of her head as my finger slides out, and in, needing to her one more little breath and moan , before sliding my finger out of her, stepping back, and I wipe my finger on my pants. Because the first time I tasted her, wouldnt be from my finger. It would be straight from her pussy, my tongue lapping up every last bit of her. 

 "Go." I say and nod. "I'll finish the dishes." 

she huffs a small laugh and her cheeks are so flushed and perfect and the way she looks at me like that dry hump orgasm just changed her life, has my ego fucking soaring. 

"Such a gentleman" she teases as smooths out her dress. 

"Not an asshole?" I tease back. 

"mm, you're defintely still that too." she says and then grabs the dry towel and I smile. 

"I can finish them. Finished you, didnt i?" I ask and she rolls her eyes.

"Really? You're proud of replacing what I do with a pillow? Men are such simple cretures." she says.

"You do that with your pillows?" I ask washing the next dish. 

"not just pillows either" she says and I stop washing now.

"what else?" I ask. 

She shrugs. "Maybe if you're good, I'll show you all the places teenage Ginger rubbed her horny pussy thinking about her grumpy rude asshole neighbor." she says and I groan. 

"Tell me." I whisper and she laughs. 

"And what do I get in return?" she asks. 

"I'll tell you my jerk off record I set in the summer after tenth grade because of that red two piece bathing suit you had with the white flowers on it." I say and she laughs.

"Oh my god, that thing was hideous" she laughs. "Did you really? Get off to that?" 

I nod. She smirks. 

Ten minutes later were in the living room and she's sittin on the end of the couch near her sister, sitting on the arm of the couch, legs crossed as I stand, leaning against the wall as we all talk. 

My eyes go to hers, and I catch her give me a little cock of her brow and her hand subtly pats the arm of the couch. My brows pinch, because at first I think she's telling me sit on it with her, but then my eyes go wide, when I realize she's telling me it's one of the many thing she apparently humped as a teenager. She fights a grin and lifts her tea and hides her wicked smirk behind it. My eyes go to the arm of the couch and then back to her. I'd kinda like to fucking watch that to be honest. They say men will stick their dicks in anything, at to be honest, i did some weird shit as a teenager just to try it and see what it felt like, but girls were just as bad. Humping the family couch? I mean, cmon now, that was pretty horny desperate behavior. 

She's still smiling slightly as she lowers her mug, and yeah, I decide I really kinda want to watch that. I want to watch Ginger so hard up for an orgasm that she'd rub her pussy on the arm of that couch. 

I cock my brow at her and she winks as if she knows exactly what Im thinking.