All Chapters of Kiss It Better: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

My whole life feels different in the morning when I wake up. I’m completely buzzing. It’s like there’s an electric hum just sort of constantly there as I make the bed, being a lot more careful this time of where I put my feet. I don’t need to get caught again this morning when Mom and Carson are both up and at ‘em and moving around the kitchen.I go upstairs to the bathroom attached to my bedroom and take a shower. The whole time, I just can’t stop thinking about what happened last night.I’m not a virgin anymore.It just doesn’t seem possible, but it definitely happened. Just like one of those silly scenarios out of a porn movie, I got my frigging foot stuck in the couch, and instead of just helping me out, Keith came downstairs, took my clothes off, and then took so much more.And my God was it incredible.So maybe it wasn’t the ideal way to lose my v-card. Or one of the most romantic ways I’d pictured giving it away. But the heat level was off the charts, so much so that I had to p

My mother is downstairs reading, and Keith has his hand between my legs.I’m both freaked out and turned on at the same time. What does that make me? Does that make me a freak? Does that make me kinky? Do I have some kind of a fetish or something? I don’t know, and right now, I don’t care. All I know is that I’m staring right into his eyes – his gorgeous, almond-brown eyes – and feeling my body come alive all over.The next thing I know, Keith is pressing me up against the wall, popping the button on my jeans and tugging down the zipper.“Keith!” I whisper, panicked and thrilled at the same time. “My mom!”“She’s all caught up in her book,” he replies, apparently not bothered. “Just don’t make too much noise…if you can help it.”Before I can reply, he has two fingers down my pants and is pulling my panties aside. His middle and index finger slide into my slit and slowly trace their way up. It’s at that moment that I realize how much more turned on I am than I realized. I’m soaking, an

My hands are sore, I’m covered in grease, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to need a new pair of boots after Johnny, that dipshit, dropped an angle grinder on the floor that nearly took off my toe. Instead, it simply ruined the boots that have served me well for the past year and a half without incident.But that’s why you wear boots instead of sneakers to work – so you go home with all of your toes.Normally, I’d be a lot more pissed off at Johnny, but I’ve got other things on my mind as I drive home. Well, I’ve got one thing on my mind that’s keeping me from getting upset, and that’s my new step-sister.Why does she have to be my step-sister? Sure, it makes it a lot hotter in many ways, especially when we’re in the moment, but it’s also going to make things a lot more difficult for us overall.She was a problem this morning too, and not just because I woke up with the most absurd hard-on in the world and a mind filled with thoughts of all the depraved things I wanted to do to her.No.

I feel like I’m dreaming when Keith and I step out of the restaurant together, my hand in his. Part of me wonders if I am, so I pinch myself in the thigh just to see if I wake up back at home.When I don’t, I turn away from him and smile to myself so he won’t see it and think I’m crazy or something.Sure enough, I’m still awake, and Keith is walking along right beside me.It feels incredible. Every second we spend together is like a wonderful, precious, stolen moment.A treasure. He’s my treasure. I don’t even know how to put it into words.“Well, shit,” Keith grumbles, coming to a halt beside me. “Would you look at that?”“What?” I ask. He raises his right arm and points in front of us, and I instantly see what’s got his face all twisted up: the front right tire of his car has been slashed and has gone completely flat. “Oh…”“Son of a bitch.”“Who would do something like that?” I ask.“Some jerk-off,” he grumbles, releasing my hand and walking over to the car for a closer look. “It’s

I wake up conflicted. On one hand, I’m in the same house as Keith, and the first thing that comes to my mind is the amazing time we had together last night during the dinner where we “got to know each other.”But on the other hand, I have to go see my dad today, and that’s something I really do not want to do. To put it in perspective, if I had a choice between going to see my dad and dunking myself in a pit of greasy pythons, I’d take the pit of greasy pythons.There were a lot of kids in high school who were jealous of me for having a mob boss as a father. They thought it was like having Michael Corleone, the Godfather, as my dad or something. They thought it was just a lot of living the rich life, being spoiled, getting whatever I wanted, going on vacations, and things like that. And while they were right about parts of my life being like that, they had no idea about the other parts– the parts where my dad completely controlled everything I did, every friend I had, every party I wa