Page 2 of Steeling Her
“Come on, Dad, help us out, will you?” I lift up my arm with my hand outstretched for him to follow us out the door. He shakes his head and places a hand on his lower back, squinting his eyes like he’s in pain. “Sorry boys, you’re on you own. I’m old, and my back isn’t as strong as it used to be to lift them up. But your mother, on the other hand . . .” he trails off, smirking at us and causing another groan to leave our mouths except louder. “That’s what she says.” He winks. We run out the door before he could continue. My dad thinks he’s hilarious when he makes references about his and my mom’s sex life.
I do not need to know that shit. No child should know that about their parents’ sex life. Ever. Period.
TJ and I jog down the stairs to get to the main lobby where the girls are getting an introduction to the dorm rules. We interrupt them by walking past them. Gaining a few looks, we send them a few winks, making them giggle and blush.
Too easy.
Grabbing as many boxes as we can, we walk by them yet again, having their attention in the palm of our hands as we walk to the elevator. Both of us are waiting for it to open. Once it does, we step inside and see the girls still checking us out. We send them a small wave and a smile, and some of them send one back.
Freshmen are way too easy.
“All the fresh pussy in that lobby dude. I can’t wait for this party tonight.” TJ looks up at the numbers gradually lighting up as we move upwards.
“I’ve already got three options for tonight. The girl from last night whose name I can’t remember for shit, Maya, and Erin. Although, I’m feeling for something different, someone younger. You know, perky ass, good tits, and hot body.” TJ nods while the bell dings, telling us we’ve reached the floor again.
“I feel ya, bro! I want something different, too. Some of the girls are just a bit too . . .” His eyes dart around the hallway to find the right word.
“Available,” I finish it for him while he nods. I kick the door back open and place my sister’s boxes down on the ground for her.
TJ and I decided to leave after a half an hour. I’ve got to leave before my mom starts her crying party piece. It’s getting late, and I’ve got to shower for the party for tonight.
Driving back to the house me and the guys are staying in, I tell Haley I’d drop around tomorrow to make sure she’s settled in and if she needed help with any furniture or anything else. Apparently, one of her roommates bought all the furniture because it looks fancy. Her family must be loaded. That could only mean one thing to me. She’s hot.
Pulling into the driveway, I see Rob and Ryan waiting for us. Rob and Ryan are twins who are staying with me. TJ and few more are walking into the house at the same time as us.
“Dude! Your sister is a freshman here? She hot?” Ryan asks me with a cheeky grin.
I smack Ryan in the back of the head, making his twin bellow a laugh as he clutches his sides. “Stay the fuck away from my sister. All of you! You touch her, I will skin you alive. Got it?”
Rubbing the back of his head, he agrees not to touch her. I just have to tell the rest of the guys tonight. Knowing Haley, she’ll flirt with anything that has a penis, so I’ve got to put my threats in so when she does, they’re not going to bother with her.
My sister is going to be single for the rest of her life; less stress for me having to deal with the guy who breaks her heart. I want none of that crap to happen to either of my sisters. That’s why I don’t bother with relationships; too messy. Girls can be so dramatic.
“I’m going for a quick shower! See you in thirty!” TJ says to me and I nod in response. I turn to walk down the hallway to my room where I’ll be doing the exact same thing as TJ.
Slipping into the shower, I allow the water to trail down my skin and heat my body up. I start to have flashbacks of last night. Rebecca I think was her name. Let’s go with Rebecca. The images of her grinding on my dick flashes through my mind. That dirty mouth of hers whispering filthy things to me. She was a squealer, and that was her downfall. She just wouldn’t shut up; too loud.
The time when her mouth was wrapped around my dick was good. She gives a good blowjob, I’ll give her that. Great rack too.
“Fuck!” I rest my head against the tiles on the wall. I instinctively grab my hardened length and begin to stroke it. I think about all the nights I’ve had with girls. The best one was, hands down, Maya. The shit that girl can do will make you get you excited just thinking about it. Right now, I’m excited as fuck.
Pumping myself to an orgasm. I milk myself dry just at the thought of tonight. I can’t wait to be buried in a new girl. I’ve made my mind up. I want a fresh piece of ass tonight. Nothing like I’ve had before. I want a good fuck—a long fuck.
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Carter
“Mom, you turn right here . . . no, here! MOM! Turn the steering wheel!” One of these days, I will hunt the person who gave my mom a drivers licence. This woman shouldn’t be on roads at all. She flew in with me to get me settled into college. My dad and brothers couldn’t come because football season is coming up. My dad is the coach for the New York Giants while my brothers play in the NFL for the LA Chargers.
Both of my parents went to college in Ole Miss, along with my older brothers Austin and Chris. I’m the youngest and the only girl in the family. My family is known in the football industry because of my father’s winning record, and the fact that he has two sons playing in the NFL for a team that meets his own in the Super Bowl. It’s hard to decide who you’re supporting when it comes to that.
“I know where I’m going honey . . . Sort of . . . Okay, which turn is it again? These roads are different from when I was here . . . ?” she trails off as she looks around her surroundings. I can tell by her face that she doesn’t recognize anything from when she was here. On top of not recognizing anything, she has a terrible sense of direction.
“Mom, the building is right there. Just park here. I’ll grab the stuff and you can wheel it through the building. I’m in dorm 45A.” I hop out of the car that has now been parked outside a tall white building, with its double doors greeting me. There looks to be about ten floors. I take a case from the trunk and drag it up the steps with a struggle. I open the door for myself and push the case through with my knee as it was rolling in a direction it didn’t need to go in. I see some girls waiting around in the space beside a desk. I walk up to see an older girl sitting with a highlighter, flicking through stapled paper with rows of names.
“Name?” she asks in a bored tone.
“Carter Steel.” She flicks through the paper to get to the end, where the S’s are located. She sees my name and highlights it. Pushing her chair back, she rolls away from the desk until she hits a cabinet behind her. Dancing her fingers across the envelopes, she comes across mine and hands it over to me, slamming the door back into its place.
