[This is a true story, and therefore all names and even timelines have been changed to protect our identities. Feedback is more than welcome, and I apologise if it isn't as kinky/taboo as what you might see in a fictional story, but this one is 100% true and I unfortunately do not have a step-sibling.

Part 1, Hooking Up With My Ex's Frenemy can be found here: ]

Immediately after I hooked up with 22-year-old Chloe, we started to see each other more and more often. She filled a hole in my heart that other people, including her friend Kelsea, had left behind. I hope I filled a similar hole for her, too. If not, at least I can rest easy knowing there were other holes I was filling, and frequently. The Friday night a week after our first hook-up at approximately 9PM, I received a text from Chloe.

"Hey, wyd? Come over and watch cartoons," the message read. This was odd. Chloe was usually out pre-gaming, preparing to party with her friends this time each Friday night. I knew this much - which was how I knew something had to be wrong. I let her know I would be coming over, and brought a couple cans of Chuhai to her house. For those of you who don't know what that is, they're premixed Japanese cocktails in a can, usually made with shochu, soda, and other flavourings. The cans I brought were 9% ABV.

When I got there, Chloe opened the door. Her bottle blonde hair spilled lazily over her shoulders. Her face was free of make-up, her hooded eyes slightly red. She was dressed in an oversized teeshirt and panties. I popped a tent in my shorts immediately. Fuck, she never failed to produce this effect on me, especially when she looked so casually sexy. Tonight, beyond sexy, she looked sad. She jumped at me immediately, pressing her chest into mine in a tight hug. No bra. When at last she peeled her arms away from me, I could see that her nipples were already hard and poking through the thin fabric of her cotton teeshirt.

This wasn't the first time I had been at the apartment she shared with her brother. The last time I was here, I was with my ex-girlfriend Kelsea for a party. But it had been years. Chloe reorientated me to my surroundings.

"My brother is at his girlfriend's tonight. There's an extra toothbrush for you in the bathroom," her voice was soft. Pleading, almost. Her eyes were cast on the tiled floors. I knew then that she needed me that night. I pulled her into a sideways hug and squeezed her. Of course I would stay, I told her. I was here for her. I would always be here for her. We jumped into bed and watched a silly cartoon. I remember exactly what it was - the same cartoon a different girl would make me watch over six years later before she broke my heart. The same girl who reminded me of Chloe just a little bit. I'd rather not mention the name of the show now. But we watched that silly little cartoon, and cracked open our cans of Chuhai.

"You get drunk faster when you drink it through a straw," Chloe told me, sticking a straw into her can and chugging it. It's funny how people make the silliest, most nonchalant little remarks all the time, not knowing that what they say will stick forever. I still hold true to that belief today - chugging any alcoholic drink out a can through a straw gets you buzzed just a little quicker. I still do that.

She watched me watching her. "You don't want yours?" She asked. I smiled and shook my head, knowing she needed the drink more than I did.

She took it from me, putting her straw into it, and slowly drew the straw into her mouth. Holding my gaze firmly in hers, her tongue peeked out of her mouth and she traced it up the top of the straw. Her tongue following the path of the straw, she sensuously slipped it into her mouth. Her eyes were still locked on mine. I gulped, and she grinned, and chugged the drink down like it was water.

By this point, it was impossible for me to conceal my excitement. We had been sprawled out on top of her sheets with her laptop on the foot of the bed, weighing the sheets down. The tent in my pants was evidence of my arousal. Her ragged breathing was evidence of hers. She put the cans aside and pushed me down into bed, crawling between my knees. She pulled my pants and boxers off, just low enough to free my member. In the cold air-conditioned air, it felt almost like it would be hot to the touch. I throbbed with need. Without a word, she bowed her head and engulfed my head in her warm mouth.

As I mentioned in my previous post, Chloe was not always the best at giving head. She would later improve, but this was just the start of our journey together. Still, enthusiasm lends itself where talent doesn't. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking my cock with gusto. I tried to protest, telling her that I wanted to taste her first, but she just shook her head and resumed her sucking. When she got tired, she lifted her head up and stroked at me lazily.

"Cum," she ordered gently. Despite her passion, however, she had yet to get me there.

"I'm not close yet," I told her, "But I could fuck you if you want?" She shook her head.

"I need your cum in my belly first."

"Then stroke me faster and whisper my name on my cock," I said. Her grip tightened around me, a hand fondling my now heavy and slightly damp balls, but still she shook her head. Her eyes were still fixed on my cock. That was when I knew. Chloe didn't want my cock, not truly. She was suckling at it, and tugging it off now, but it was a different man's member she was pleasuring in her mind. Somehow, the thought frustrated me. I was never a cuck, and this felt close to it.

"Hands off." The sternness in my voice might have come across as a command, because she obeyed immediately, her wet hands moving to prop her up between my thighs. I reached down to her and pulled her by her hair along the base of her skull, making her look up at me. "Say my name," I told her again, but I did not give her a chance. I laid back and penetrated her mouth with my cock. This time, she choked and sputtered. My hand was a vice at the back of her head pulling her deeper into my groin and withholding her escape - not enough to deny her breath, just enough to prevent her from coming up too far for air.

I fucked her face for several minutes. Emotional as I was, even though I felt sorry that she was sad, I was unable to resist. I get like that sometimes. It's something I've had to work on over the past few years: channeling those possessive feelings towards a healthier direction. My cock had become slick with her juices. Tears were starting to stream from her eyes. Occasionally her teeth would graze against my cock, but she would quickly recline and roil back, so I knew she did not do it intentionally. Still, I continued to fuck her. When enough of her saliva had pooled on the sheets between my thighs and my balls were soaking, I removed my hand and allowed her to gasp and sputter for air. Her face was a mess of tear-streaks and saliva; there was no make-up she'd applied that could run. Still, she was a gorgeous sight. The look on her face was not one of shock, or anger, or fear. It was one of desire. As she panted, she opened her mouth and let her drool spill. She was putting on a show for me.

"Tell me the name of the cock that just fucked your mouth," I almost spat at her. The tiniest little spark, the tiniest grin, flitted across her face as she shook her head again. In all my years of knowing her, I always suspected she had a submissive streak, so I never expected her to be so defiant. I got out of bed, dragging her body across it so that she was lying horizontally across the bed, her head dangling off the edge. She was lying in a pool of her own saliva now, and it must have been soaking into the back of her tee shirt, but she didn't seem to care.

I took my position and flipped her tee shirt up to expose her panties and her soft belly. Then, I lined myself up and thrust my hips forward. I didn't even have to fight her; her mouth opened for me like it was the most natural thing in the world. *Gack - gack - cough - gack* The symphony of brutal face-fucking filled the room, drowning out the stupid talking dog and unicorn creature still talking away on her laptop screen. I put my left hand on her belly, massaging it gently as I used her body for leverage, then leaned over with my right hand to tear a whole in the middle of her panties. They were slightly ratty anyway, obviously home panties, so I doubted that she would mind.

The bitch was sopping wet.

"Did you get like this from getting face-fucked?" I asked her incredulously. I wasn't soft or gentle anymore. Like I said, I have a mean streak which I've since had to work through. She couldn't reply, not with my cock still gliding in and out of her throat like it was a flesh-light. Not with my balls slapping against her nose, staining it with streaks of her own saliva. I rubbed her clit furiously as I fucked her. I wanted her to cum with my cock in her mouth. When she tensed, when her legs started quivering, I knew she was close, so I took my hands off her, forcing a frustrated moan to interrupt the melody of her face-fucking. A couple of thrusts later, I slipped my length out of her, granting her some reprieve.

I bent down, and held her head up. Her face was covered with saliva and snot and throat juice. But the expression on her face was serene.

"Whose cock just fucked your throat?" I asked her again.

"Yours," she breathed. Close enough. I pulled her to the ground. Her body was like jelly at this point, but still she could prop herself up between my knees as I sat on her bed.

"Kneel. Tell me whose cock you're pleasuring, then suck me off," I said. She complied.

"I'm sucking Jon's cock," she said as she licked my shaft up and down. "Jon's cock," she murmured again as she took my head into her mouth. "Jon." The last moan was a murmur from her filled mouth. I told her to touch herself as she blew me, and not to stop sucking until we both came. She took one hand off my knee and put it between her own legs. She didn't last long. Chloe moaned something unintelligble around my cock, and began to quiver. The moans became louder and shriller, still stifled by the appendage filling her mouth. I couldn't hear what she was screaming. I'd like to think it was my name. Still, regardless of what she was screaming, the vibrations along my shaft were so intense that, combined with her still bobbing head motions, they coaxed me to shoot my load into her.

I felt like a firehose erupting. Length after length of rope spilled from me straight into Chloe's mouth. She gulped it down instinctively, but gagged at something; the volume, the force, the taste, I don't know. Maybe it was the abuse I had already put her throat through. When our orgasms had subsided, she seemed to turn to jelly once again. I had to physically lift her into bed, then grab a warm towel to clean her face and her tits and thighs from where the cocktail of throat juice and cum had dripped onto her. When we were done, I spooned her, and her body melded into mine. She was warm.

Had I gone too far, I wondered? Her soft breathing combined with the slight smile of satisfaction on her face seemed to suggest not. But her eyes were closed and I couldn't be sure. I asked if she was okay. She nodded and snuggled backwards into me, pushing her ass into my groin.

"I was thinking of someone else at first," she said, "But you convinced me to focus on you by the end." I thanked her for coming back to me, and told her it was important to me that she did. She shook her head slightly. "You don't have to think of me when you fuck me. You could think of someone else. You could even call me by a different name. Like Kelsea. So long as I can call you by another name."

And that was how, later that night, Chloe pretended to be my ex and I pretended to be hers, and we hatefucked in a stream of tears, kisses, whispered combinations of "I hate you"s and "I love you"s that were never truly meant for her and me.

I'll save that for Part Three.