Without giving her time to find a delicate way of telling him who she was and why she was there, he pulled her into his arms.

“Hey! Wait. I’m not—“

He silenced her protests by crushing her lips under his.

His lips were warm, insistent, and demanding, his body unyielding against hers.

A shock of need sent a shudder through her body. She closed her eyes and savored the taste of his caressing lips while enjoying the feel of his big body against hers. Then, needing more, she pressed closer, parting her lips.

Sucking her tongue into his mouth, he held her with one arm around her waist, leaving the other hand free to stroke over her body.

She moaned against his lips as she felt his hand glide below her waist to touch and caress each of her ass cheeks before he then slipped it between their upper bodies. His fingers brushed over the buttons holding her blouse closed.

This is crazy, Kelly. Stop him before he starts unbuttoning your blouse.

Ignoring the voice of reason, she rubbed her breasts against him.

In response, he swiftly and skillfully undid several buttons, which allowed him to slip his fingers inside her bra.

A jolt of need sent a flood of moisture into her panties. “Oh!” She shuddered and arched her back, pressing both her lower body and her breasts closer.

He lifted his mouth from hers. “You like that?”

The question, asked in a soft, husky voice, stoked her passions. What was not to like about having a big, warm hand on her neglected breasts? And she could feel the outline of what appeared to be a rather nice sized cock pressed against her. Like did not begin to describe the emotions roiling inside her.

Driven by primal need, she slid her hand up from the nape of his neck to cup behind his head. Lifting onto her toes, she sought his mouth. “Yes,” she murmured against his lips. “I like it and I like you too.”

“Believe me. The feeling is mutual.” He put his other arm around her, positioned her against the open door, and devoured her mouth.

Kelly responded in a mindless haze, feeling the hardening contours of what was definitely a very nice sized cock pressed intimately against her as they kissed and caressed each other.

Each kiss and caress made her hotter and more desperate to feel his cock sliding balls deep inside her empty, aching pussy. “God,” she moaned, just thinking about it. She sneaked a hand between their bodies and cupped her palm over his groin, massaging and caressing his shaft and his balls through his pants.

He thrust his hips forward against her hand. “Damn. Don’t do that unless you mean business.”

The hoarsely voiced warning was enough to bring her back to her senses. She snatched her hand away and stared up at him, sucking in a deep breath. How far did she want to take this?

He stared back for several moments, in silence. Then he sighed and finally drew his lower body away from hers. Keeping one arm around her waist, he matter-of-factly rebuttoned her blouse.

Kelly was thankful for his arm because she found it impossible to stand without support. Confessing to him that he’d been kissing and arousing the wrong sister was out of the question.

He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek. “Are you all right?”

All right? She longed to rip off her clothes, spread her legs, and have him ravish her right there on his front steps. She longed to undo his zipper, slip her hands inside his pants, and fondle his big, bare cock before slowly sucking it between her lips. Once it was sufficiently wet and hard, she envisioned guiding it deep into her body.

Big-time lust gripped her only moments after meeting her sister’s jilted lover. Was she all right? Absolutely not.