Picture Perfect by Evangeline Anderson Page A

clipped and angry. We both watched, mesmerized, as his thick shaft slid free of my cunt. Then Kurt took my hips in his hands and tilted my pelvis so that we had a clear view of my inner pussy. It was deep pink from his rough treatment and my tight little hole was filled to overflowing with his creamy, white cum. It coated my puffy cunt lips and beaded on my clit even as it dripped out of my pussy to wet my thighs with its slippery profusion. “There,” he said, meeting my eyes in the mirror. “Are you happy now that you got your cum shot, Mel?”

    “No,” I murmured and twisted in his arms so that I was facing him, looking away from the distracting images in the mirror.

    “What, didn’t I fill you full enough?” he asked sarcastically. “You want me to try again and make sure I fuck you harder and come more next time? What other excuse can you come up with for us to fuck?”

    “I don’t need excuses,” I said, looking into his eyes. “And neither do you, Kurt. I’m sick of pretending I’m just your little stepsister and nothing more. I’ve wanted you from the minute I met you, but I kept denying it to myself for the same reasons you are -- because I thought it was wrong. But recently, I realized that the only thing we’re doing wrong here is denying our true feelings for each other.”

    He scowled. “Mel, get real. What would your mom or my dad say?”

    “Why should we care what they say?” I countered. “Damn it, Kurt, I’m sick of being worried about that. They have their life. They found each other after my dad died and your mom asked for a divorce. They have their happiness -- why should it stop us from having ours? I don’t care if we have to move to another state and never talk to them again; I just want to be with you!”

    I was panting for breath after my impassioned speech, and Kurt seemed to be looking at me with a new expression on his face.

    “Wow, I’ve never seen you get so upset about anything,” he murmured, reaching up to cup my cheek.

    “That’s because this is important to me,” I stormed. “I want you in my life as more than a big brother, Kurt. I can’t be satisfied with that stupid, stilted relationship anymore. I need more -- I need you .”

    “I need you too, Mel,” he said at last. “But, well, I was kind of under the impression that you didn’t need me -- not really. That you just wanted me for that modeling shoot and that was it. And then today -- well, I didn’t know what to think about that. I guess I thought you were just horny.”

    “How stupid can you be, you big lug?” I asked affectionately. “For the entire time we’ve known each other, there has been this incredible sexual tension between us -- do you think all of that could be used up and satisfied in one sexual encounter? I didn’t just want you for the modeling shoot, and I don’t just want you for this one fuck. I want you forever . And…” I bit my lip, my heart suddenly beating frantically in my chest. “And I was hoping you felt the same way,” I finished in a small voice. It occurred to me that maybe I was reading too much into his emotions. Was I the only one in love here?

    Suddenly, he grinned at me and I felt a great wash of relief. “Of course I feel the same, Mel,” he said. “I’ve wanted you for as long as I’ve known you. I want to wake up with you in the morning and go to bed with you at night and love you all the time in between. My dad is probably going to kill me…”

    “And my mom will never talk to me again,” I added.

    “But it’s worth it,” Kurt said at the same time I said, “But I don’t care.”

    Impulsively, I kissed him. “I’m so glad you feel the same way I do about it,” I told him. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since we did that shoot. The way you felt so right against me, inside me…”

    “I know what you mean.” He grinned at me. “I’ve been thinking about it pretty much nonstop too. And to think we owe