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Somehow I was still convinced that he
wouldn’t care. Yet, when he asked me, I could see that there was a sense of
genuine concern in his eyes that I frankly was unaware he was capable of.

“Please…” he insisted after a moment,
while his shoulders fell and he moved back towards me. “Tell me what happened.”

I bit my lip, unsure at first, but I
decided that it couldn’t hurt to tell him. It might even be good for us both,
to be able to have something like that in common, as terrible as it was.

“Okay,” I conceded finally and as though
he was getting ready for a story with a happily ever after, Tyler scooted back
onto the bed, taking up more than half of it and made himself comfortable.

His mock sense of entitlement caused me to
laugh slightly, but even with the chuckle, the mood that I felt swarming in
around us did not change.

“Well, my mother died from cancer. She
kept it from us until she couldn’t anymore and I resented her for a long time
for that…But I realize now, there was a lot more to her decision than just
trying to spare our feelings, which caused me to resent my father...” After I
had said it, I realized that I didn’t want to get into that part of it with him
and so, I returned to the pertinent part of the story I was telling him. “By
the time she told both my father and I, she had already exhausted all of her
options and she didn’t have much time to live.” I shrugged, feeling only
slightly uncomfortable. “The day she told me she had cancer and that she was
going to die, she looked perfectly normal. Six months later, almost to the day,
I was staring down at her coffin as it was being lowered into the ground; the
body of the woman inside looked and acted completely different. If I hadn’t
known better, if I wasn’t in the hospital with her every day until the second
that she breathed her last, I wouldn’t have even known it was my mother. I
would have easily insisted that the doctors had made a mistake.” I sighed at
this and looked away from him, even though his eyes held a touch of concern
that I had never seen him show anyone before.

Tyler was no longer wearing that goofy
smile and instead of being sprawled out comfortably; by the end of my story he
was pulled up to his side so that half of him was leaning close to me, as
though doing his best to be comforting.

I shrugged and smiled, being able to admit
for the first time, probably ever, “It’s all right. It was a long time ago and
for what it’s worth, the idea that when she passed was just her time helped me
to get through her death, even though seeing me in this house, I might not seem
like it.”

He didn’t say anything to me for a little
while, but when he spoke again, he had an air of understanding that stopped his
voice from saying anything completely inappropriate. Still, I supposed he
couldn’t help himself but to pry. “If your mother died from cancer, why do you
despise your father?” Unintentionally, I must have glared at him because he
shrugged at me almost as soon as he finished speaking and answered, “I’m sorry,
it is fucking obvious…I mean…shit, the only time I have ever seen you spend a
significant amount of time with him without looking like you would run him off
the road if you could was the other day. You give him death stares like your
ass depended on it.”

I squinted at him again and asked honestly,
“I do?”

He nodded. “Even at the damn wedding,”
then, he conceded, “But I guess I kind of get that.”

“No, it wasn’t that,” I answered. “I was
actually the one who told him to start dating again and I thought I would be
all right with the marriage…”

He shrugged again as an amused simper
played at his lips. “Then, what did he do?”

I thought for a moment about telling Tyler
that it was none of his business, but then, I thought about what he had told me
and knew that had to be harder to get over than what had happened between me
and my father. I
decided to come clean. “I
knew that his decision not to date after my mother died was not because he was
truly mourning her, but because he felt guilty. A little while after my mother
passed away, I found out that my father had cheated on my mother, before he
knew that she was sick. She found out and went to the doctor, fearing that he
had given her an STD, because she wasn’t feeling good, ended up getting a
mammogram and that is when they found the cancer.”

Tyler made a face, but I wasn’t quite sure
what it was supposed to represent.

So I continued with my story. “The bottom
line is, if my mother had not been diagnosed, she would have left my father,
but when she found out that she was dying, she decided to keep it from everyone
and forgive my father, so that she didn’t have to worry about any kind of legal
battle or unnecessary heartache, mostly for me, during the time she had left.”
At that, I began to tear up and that was when Tyler did something that I would
have never expected. He moved over, enveloped me into a long, thoughtful,
careful hug, and held me while I cried.

Chapter
24

Tyler

We sat there for a long time. Everything
seemed to pour out of her and I was there for her. I wondered briefly if this
was gaining me any brownie points, but the thought was brief and to my dismay,
I realized that there was a part of me that really wanted to be there for her.

Pathetic!
I thought as I heard my voice say, after quite a while of silence, “It’s okay…”

I was unsure of exactly why I was feeling
so much for her. After all, people die from cancer every day. It destroys
families and scars children for life, especially with the dirty details of this
tragedy, but it wasn’t every day a kid kills his father while he is teaching him
how to drive.

I’ve
definitely got her shit beat,
I thought to myself, but
still, felt the need to hold her and rock her.

Her sobs made me feel guilty in a way,
even though I hadn’t the faintest idea why. Yet, I stayed with her for longer
than I kept track of, just ensuring that she was going to be all right. I was
worried about her and that was a different feeling for me to be having. After
all, my whole life, except for the small stint where I tried to get to know my
father, which backfired in the worst possible way, I had looked out for myself
and I liked it that way.

However, this woman was making me feel
things that I shouldn’t care about for her and I wasn’t sure yet if I liked it,
or if it was just royally pissing me off.

Yet, that didn’t stop me from continuing
to comfort her, even though I had no idea where this would lead. Normally I
didn’t do a damn thing without being sure of the risk that I was taking, but
right now, I didn’t even have the presence of mind to care. All I wanted, truly
and ultimately, was to make Ashley feel better.

After the two of us sat there for a while,
though, Ashley did something I certainly didn’t expect. She turned her face
toward me, wriggled slightly out of my grasp and smiled at me, before she wiped
her eyes.

She didn’t seem embarrassed or even all
that needy. The whole situation, at least from my perspective seemed fairly
simple. I smiled at her when she looked up at me and I turned my head to the
side, so that I could stare into her eyes easier.

“Thanks for listening,” she replied
carefully, just before I shrugged in a nonchalant manner, but then, I felt her
cool, small, delicate fingers grasp around my chin and pull me toward her.
Before I knew what was actually going on, her lips pressed up against my own
and her tongue easily slipped between my teeth, so that I could draw her sweet
taste from her own mouth easily and carefully.

Fuck
yeah!
I thought. I didn’t waste any time. I grasped the back
of her head with my large hand and pulled her lips into me with a tactful
force.

Already, I could feel my dick getting hard
as I felt her sexy body rubbing up against me. From the way that I was holding
her when I was being Mr. Fucking Right, allowed me to be in just the right
position for when things suddenly turned erotic.

I knew that I wanted her. I had wanted her
from the moment that I had seen her shapely, perfect ass and exotically formed
tits getting out of her car almost two months ago now, but as she settled her
crotch against me, inadvertently moving it up and down as our bodies clung to
one another, I wasn’t sure what I would do if this ended up being one cruel
trick.

I felt our lips lap together as my hand
moved up toward her breast. When the two of us had come across our moment in
the water that night, I knew that her breast was a great place to start my
intense sense of stimulation for her.

Once I had my hands on a woman, I could
make them scream or beg at my command, just by the direction I flicked my dick
inside of them. I knew women better than they even knew themselves and I could
make them do things that not even they knew they would like until I was laying
into them.

Now that I was easing into the idea that
Ashley might actually allow me to have sex with her, since she certainly wasn’t
drunk and she had initiated the kiss, I knew that my step-sister wasn’t going
to be any different.

I had waited a long fucking time to show
this woman what I could do and no matter what, I was ready to stick to that
conviction. Given the chance, I was going to screw her so good that she was
going to be groveling at my feet just so that she could feel the sensation of
my manhood.

Not only were my instruments in perfect
working order, my experience was also paramount. I never had an off day and as
I felt Ashley snake her hand down, in order to grab a taste of my manhood, I
knew that today was going to be extra special.

I felt like I was finally going to get the
woman that I had worked so diligently to receive and when I did, I was going to
make sure that I did everything in my power to be the best that she had ever
had.

After all, it was a pleasure to be pursued
by me and no matter what happened, I had made it my mission to make sure Ashley
understood that.

Chapter
25

Ashley

I wasn’t sure what came over me, but when
it did, I simply couldn’t stop it. Perhaps it was the emotion of remembering my
mother’s death or the trauma of finding out how truly terrible my father could
really be, but by the time I had started kissing him, I no longer cared.

All I wanted, when I looked up and
realized that I was staring into his eyes, was to feel the same amount of
passion coursing through my veins as the fury I still held deep within my
heart.

Bringing up all of those emotions had made
me angry and I wasn’t about to stop thinking about that anger, but I could
redirect it into something that was at least more enjoyable. And so, I had
willed myself to let go and just enjoy the moment. For once, Tyler wasn’t being
an asshole and that made him all the more attractive to me.

With his big, strong arms surrounding me,
I couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of excitement, even as upset as I had
become. There was a need growing in me, probably since the first time we had
kissed and now, in my weakened state, I didn’t care about anything but
releasing the sexual pressure that had built up between us throughout the
entirety of the last two months.

I grasped at his body as we continued to
kiss and I felt his hand move up to my breast. I groaned behind his lips as he
closed his palm around it, but his other hand stayed securely behind my head,
so that any sound I made was absorbed by his mouth.

I knew right away that Tyler was the type
to take control and I was all right with that. I wanted him to take me,
partially because if I did have any regrets in the morning, I could rationalize
it in my own head; he gave me no choice. I had fallen for his spell; whatever
it took to get the guilt to subside, but right now, the only thing that I was
feeling was the pursuit of long awaited sexual satisfaction.

So, as he began to massage my breast,
which caused my whole body to begin to tingle with excitement, I reached down
and grabbed ahold of his manhood, carefully playing with it through his jeans.

It was then that I heard him groan before
he forcefully pushed me away. When I looked back at him with confusion, he
wasted no time pulling my shirt up over my head and roughly throwing my bra aside
to reveal my bosom in all its glory.

His hands moved towards them again and
began to play with my breasts in a tantalizing fashion, while I slipped my
hands under his shirt. Immediately, I could feel the coiling muscles and
washboard abs that he worked so diligently to maintain, which made the heat of
the moment expand into something even more erotic.

While my fingers made their way up his
stomach and chest, I tried to focus on the glorious sensation he was providing
my now stimulated breasts, but that didn’t work. I felt as though his hands
were performing magic on my body as he molded it to his every whim.

He pulled my body toward him again and
crashed his lips against my ripe, trembling mouth. Dominantly, his tongue
plunged deeply, which continued to mute the sound of my pleasured moans.

I soon began to feel my body pulse toward
him, wanting him and needing him with just as much conviction as my mind had to
change my pain into passion.

He then removed his hands, which left my
perky, sensitive breasts wanting far more as he grasped his shirt out of my
hands and pulled it the rest of the way off of his head. He removed his pants
and I did the same, so that when we met again, our bodies were completely
vulnerable to the flesh against flesh sensation that we both so obviously
desired.

We continued to entangle ourselves within
one another for a long moment as the sizzling tension between us was finally
able to escalate to new heights, and I imagined what it would feel like when he
finally plunged his large, virile arousal into my tempted and moist beyond.

The thought of it made my stomach churn
excitedly with anticipation.

However, with a small, fleeting thought, a
sense of panic suddenly washed over me as I thought I had heard something. The
sense of bliss lessened enough now that I was able to push him back before I
glanced at the door. “Wait.”

He glanced to the door again and then
glowered back at me for a moment, before he answered, “No. Not this time.” He
quickly pulled me toward him and pressed my breasts against his chest before he
kissed me with such a sense of seduction that I felt my breath escape me. I
resisted slightly at first, but he held me securely before he pulled his lips
away from my mouth and redirected them next to my ear before he whispered,
“Don’t worry Ashley, you can scream as loud as you want. I am sure that
absolutely no one will hear you.”

Then, with a slight tug, I felt his
fingers grasp my nipple and pull it down in a fashion that caused my body to
convulse excitedly and, as though to prove a point, a small scream, as well as
a gasp to escape my lips.

When I was finished, I laughed before
running my hand down between us and once again grabbing his throbbing member.
No one had ever spoken to me like that. Most of the men that I had been with
were too nervous to take control in such an obvious fashion, but now that I
knew where he stood, I had to say that I had never been so intrigued.

As I curved my hands around his manhood,
touching it with an intense amount of intimacy, I realized that my arousal had
not only returned, but it had completely shut out my fear of anyone seeing us.
So I pressed myself against him and readied myself for what I hoped to be the
ride of my life.

Chapter
26

Tyler

Holy
shit! I can’t believe that actually worked!
I thought as I
quickly took my hand off of her breasts and eased Ashley on to her back so that
I could enjoy the sight of her underneath me.

“What are you going to do?” She teased
while I spread her legs wider apart and fit myself through them.

I looked at her in a devilish fashion and
smiled before my eyes drifted down to her breasts. Slightly flushed from being
fondled, her body was like a fucking dream.

Already, I could tell that I had made her
wet by the slight brush my engorged penis made against her fiery middle, but I
was ready to excite her more than she could have ever imagined.

My entire body felt alive and focused in
just one glorious spot. I used that focus to strategically rub my body up
against her, teasing the nest of blond curls that I received great joy from
teasing.

Ashley moaned with anticipation as I
rubbed my penis up and down the cleft in her tender flesh.

I was aching and pulsing to find a
connection with her as well, but I was also enjoying the feeling of her writhing
and shuddering every time I taunted her.

After a few light strokes, I pressed a
little harder, so that I was able to move inside and I felt her breath speed up
before I rubbed a little more, allowing for lots of lubrication to entice my
staff before I finally impaled her with my manhood. The quickness and depth of
my decision caused Ashley to arch her back and yell out.

I chuckled at her before I moved my hands
down, back toward her boobs, so that I could jiggle those hard inviting,
nipples a little more before I started the lovemaking.

As I did so, Ashley repositioned her legs
so that she was surrounding me and began to thrust in and out, breathing
heavily and moaning each time she moved.

After I had my fun with her breasts, I
repositioned myself so that I could take control of our movements.

I placed my hands on
her
thighs and began to thrust down upon her, causing myself to enter deeper into
her wondrous, cavernous beyond, before I drew myself back out, barely giving
her a moment to recover before I was gliding myself back into her again.

Both of our hearts raced and our loud,
short breaths were almost useless as we began to heave against one another in a
sensual fashion. With every plunge, I felt her arousal heighten, just as my
heart continued to beat faster.

By the time we had reached full fucking
throttle, the two of us were hardly breathing, only focused on moving. With my
body, I could tense in any place necessary in order to hold us both where it
felt the best, but Ashley, I found out was limber and exotic. Before we were
finished, she had her legs all the way up over my shoulders, while I continued
to move up and down on her in a fluid exertion of bliss that I hoped would
never end.

However, it certainly didn’t take long,
once the two of us had found our precise positions, for us both to rocket
towards climaxing.

“Oh shit…” I exclaimed as I felt my dick
convulse inside of her, readying me for the molten release. I had held out as
long as I could, but now I was sure that this was going to be the end of my
stamina and the beginning of my ecstasy. “Oh shit…” I breathed again and thrust
into her harder, faster as all of the blood rushed downward in preparation for
the epic moment of fucking cataclysmic splendor that awaited me.

Then, with one final lunge, I felt the
warm explosion of my loins inject into her, causing her eyes to bulge out of
her head with anticipation while I began to ease back into a rhythm after I had
strayed in order to conduct my ultimate climax.

Once we were back into a motion that was
pleasing to her, it also didn’t take Ashley long to find her womanly form.

“Oh God…” She began as her breath
heightened and I could tell that she was steadily losing control of herself.
“Oh God!” She screamed louder and I took this as a cue to take control further,
speeding up my thrusts, while she continued to try to keep up with her body,
while her short pants soon grew into screams. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” She
exclaimed as she grasped the sheets desperately and rung them between her hands.
“Don’t stop…” was the last thing she got out before she screamed, loud and
unbridled, just as I had told her that she would.

In that moment, Ashley was a wild animal,
letting go of everything that made her reserved while she surrendered not only
to my charm and fucking dynamite sex but also to her own inhibitions.

For once I could tell, as emotions flooded
us both and we exchanged a smile while the world stopped, that Ashley had
officially been able to free herself without reservation and to my surprise, seeing
that made the experience all the better for me.

In that moment, I was not only thinking
about how fucking awesome it was that I had finally gotten her into bed, but I
was also thinking about how desirable it was for me to be able to make her
happy in such a multitude of ways.

Later, I would just call myself a pussy
for thinking such shit, but while it was happening, I couldn’t help but admit
that the thought was a pretty damn nice one to contemplate.

Chapter
27

Ashley

I awoke with a start. At first, I didn’t
know where I was. I glanced around the room, trying to figure out what was
going on and why I was in this room instead of my own. And then, I heard a
snore.

Fearfully, I leapt out of bed and while
caught in mid-air, I remembered everything.

By the time my feet hit the floor, they
were already making a mad dash for the door. However, when I reached the door,
I stopped short. I heard voices. I froze.

At least, the outside of me was frozen.
The inside of me was running a mile a minute. I couldn’t figure out where I
wanted to go or what I was hoping to accomplish. My heart raced and although I
couldn’t tell by looking at my hands, my whole body felt as though it was
vibrating.

It took a moment for me to stop every part
of my body enough so that my ears could pick up on exactly where the noise was
coming from.

There were a million different problems
running through my mind, but at the moment, none of them were important. All I
wanted to know now was how to make it back to a safe place before I was
discovered.

Once my thoughts slowed down enough and I
was able to gather a breath with a long stride without it being audible, I was
able to relax for a moment and think about everything that was going on around
me.

The voices that I heard were not close. In
fact, they were probably downstairs. There was discussion, which was muffled.
The secrecy of it all made my heart ache.

Surely
if we were discovered, they wouldn’t have waited until we woke up,
I thought before I released my most recent deep breath and grasped the door
handle.

As I did so, I heard a shrill laugh come
from the conversation. It startled me, but once I realized what it was, I
calmed a little. However, by now, my hands were shaking.

The laugh was the ultimate catalyst to my
emotions that caused me to feel a sinking, shaking feeling that was visible.

Still, once I had recovered from the
noise, I felt better.

If
they did know what we did last night, I don’t even think my father and lovesick
stepmother could be laughing,
I thought, before I carefully
considered a plan. Once I had devised one, I smiled and finally struck my hand
down on the handle so that the door opened.

With one more deep breath, I made my way
out of the room. I moved into the bathroom, as was my plan. I made sure to
spend a decent amount of time in there, before flushing the toilet and making
my way back to my own room.

Once I was in my own space, down the hall,
I collapsed on my bed, with my mind still racing. I knew that I should probably
get ready to make my way downstairs. After all, everyone knew that I was a
fairly early riser and even though I suddenly felt very tired, I knew that I
shouldn’t continue to try to sleep. At the moment, I certainly didn’t want to
draw any attention to myself.

My
God.
I can’t believe I did that.
However, what bothered me slightly more was the fact that I wasn’t more freaked
out about the situation that I had put myself in.

Of course, I was nervous about being
caught, but part of that nervousness stemmed from the fact that I knew if we
were caught, we would have far less of a chance to engage in what we had done
last night again.

As I walked downstairs, I held my breath
and hoped that I didn’t come across like I was hiding something.

It’s
not like my father knows that much about me anyway,
I thought as I tried not to roll my eyes, right before I made it into the
kitchen where my stepmother and father were enjoying breakfast.

“Good morning!” Theresa said to me,
smiling brightly.

“Good morning,” I returned, trying my best
to smile back in an unassuming manner. “How are you?”

Silence
is not your friend,
I reminded myself as I spoke. I figured
if I could keep everyone talking, I could gauge what they knew and how they
reacted to me, so that eventually, I would be able to relax.

“I am well,” she answered, before she
moved her arm across the slight distance between herself and my father, in
order to grasp his hand. “How did you sleep?”

I nodded and shrugged, making sure that I
remembered not to be overly friendly, which was slightly difficult when I also
wanted them to talk to me. “Pretty good.”

“Where is Tyler this morning?” my father
asked me.

I panicked. Even though as the words came
out of my mouth, I regretted them, but by the time I said it, I knew that it
was already far too late; “Why would I know where he was?”

My father shot me a strange look before he
shook his head slightly and shrugged. “I just thought you two were together
last night, is all.”

“Oh!” I smiled and looked between the two
of them innocently. Once again, my heart was racing, but this time, the only
person I had to blame was myself. I shrugged and laughed, trying to ease the
sense of tension that I felt before I answered, “No. Not last night. He went
off and did his own thing. I stayed home. It was a fairly uninteresting
night…for me anyway.” I shrugged again, trying desperately to sell my sinking
ship. “In fact, I don’t even know if he made it home last night.” Then, my eyes
flickered up as I realized how terrible that sounded. “I mean…Sorry, I’m sure
everything is fine. I just haven’t seen him…at all.”