SAFE: A Stepbrother Romance (6 page)

Brad
rubbed her ass cheeks, giving her a light slap before walking around the couch
and sitting next to her so he could see her face.

“You
okay?” he asked softly, pulling back the tendrils of hair slipping forward
across her cheek.

“I
think so? I don’t know. Am I all here?”

Brad
laughed. “Well, you’re certainly good for my ego.”

Jillian
managed a weak grin.

“Come
on, sweetie. That’s going to get very uncomfortable soon.”

He
coaxed her over the back of the couch and gathered her into his arms. Her legs
folded under and she fit in his embrace perfectly. Even though it felt like it
would be a million years before his cock could possibly stir again, he still
gathered her breasts in his hands and played with her pretty pink nipples. They
were still peaked and erect with arousal.

“These
would look so perfect pierced,” he said absently, fondling them between his
fingers.

“Wouldn’t
that hurt?”

“Quite
a bit, from what I understand.”

Jillian
thought about that for a moment. “But you’d want me to do it?”

Before
Brad answered, he adjusted her position on his lap. He moved her legs out from
under her and spread them so they dangled on either side of his. Then, he
teasingly started toying with her pussy, barely tickling her sensitive clit.

Jillian
let out a soft whimpering moan, widening her thighs a bit.

Faster
than she had have ever thought possible, he had her already wanting him to fuck
her again even though she felt like she’d hardly recovered from the last time.
Then he pinched her nipple, pulling it hard with aggression. It hurt, yet she
felt an answering tug inside her core, multiplying how much she was loving his
fingers slipping through her slick folds.

“Yeah,”
Brad said, his voice all smile, “I think you could handle it.”

Their
playful banter was brought to a screeching halt as Jillian stared out of the
living room window behind Brad. Her mouth was locked open in a perfect mix of
terror and shock.

“What
is it?” Brad asked and quickly spun around to look behind him.

Michael
had come back home and he had already parked the car in the driveway and was
making his way up to the garage.

“Oh
shit.” They said in near unison.

In
a panic and without giving it much thought, Jillian scrambled off the couch and
ran towards the small bathroom just off of the living room. She wanted nothing
more than to get away from Brad. In retrospect she knew it would look stranger
to her father if he saw her darting around the house for no apparent reason. Brad
and her sitting in the living room wasn’t odd at all. But in her panicked state
to keep their secret—a secret—she couldn’t think of anything better to do than
run from the situation.

She
glanced behind her during her mad dash to see Brad nearly skipping back towards
the mud room. The garage door opened from the kitchen just as she was stepping
into the bathroom and closing the door in a sigh of relief. It was a small
bathroom with just a toilet and sink. She drew in a deep breath as she plopped
onto the lid of the toilet. Instantly she was met with cold ceramic on her ass
cheeks that were still a little warm from sex. She glanced down and her mouth
dropped even wider than before in more shock and horror.

She
hadn’t put her bikini bottoms back on.
  

“Oh
fuck…”

Jillian’s
eyes raced around the tiny bathroom for something to cover herself up with. Her
only options were toilet paper or a small hand towel barely big enough to cover
up a nipple. She imagined her father walking into the living room and seeing her
bottoms just lying there on the floor. It would be a clue of what they had
done. Obviously she knew her dad wouldn’t think
that
happened. Regardless, now she was half naked and without an
inkling of a story to explain why. She had to get them back.

The
bathroom door gave a tiny squeak as she inched it open and peered out into the
living room. She could see Brad through the window sitting at the edge of the
pool with his feet dangling in the water. He wasn’t paying any attention to
what was going on behind him. She glanced back to the couch. There they were.
Her bottoms were slung on the floor right where she kicked them off her feet
before her stepbrother fucked her.

Just
seeing them lying on the floor in the middle of the family room sent a punch to
her gut. It was a little reminder of what she had done. True, she did
desperately want to fuck him, but she couldn’t shake the tiny bit of guilt she
felt from their encounter.
 
She had grown
used to swinging back and forth between being okay with her attraction toward
Brad and feeling ashamed for it.

The
refrigerator door in the kitchen opened and Jillian heard her father scooping
ice out of the tray. She squeaked the door open a little more, just enough to
slip out and press herself against a wall. She glanced back outside in a
desperate hope that Brad would see what was happening and come inside and help
her. He sat there dangling his legs in the water without a care in the world.
Jillian peeked back around the corner to see her father filling up a glass of
water from a pitcher in the refrigerator. She cursed her childhood house for not
having a few extra walls between the living room and kitchen.

All
her father had to do was turn around and look into the living room and he’d
potentially see his half naked daughter darting behind the couch. She knew she
didn’t have much of a choice though and it was now or never to make her way
into the living room. If she could just get behind the furniture she could
snake her hand around the corner of the couch and grab her bottoms without him
noticing. That was her half thought out plan anyway.

She
glanced back around the corner one more time to insure he wasn’t looking her
direction before throwing herself towards the couch in a half hazard
summersault. She barrel rolled behind the couch, legs flying up in the air
before her shin banged against the coffee table with a loud thud.

She
silently mouthed a few cuss words as she clutched her leg in pain.

“Jill?
Was that you?” Her father said from inside the kitchen. Her heart sank. “Jill?”

She
waited a moment in silence, hoping he would turn his attention back to the
kitchen. As soon as she heard more rummaging around in the cabinets again she
peeked her head up over the sofa to see him making a pitcher of ice tea. She noticed
Brad peering into the house with confusion. Jillian made a motion at her half
naked body before pointing to the other side of the couch at her bikini bottoms
on the floor. Brad’s eyes shot wide open.

He
had a better view inside the kitchen and gave her the sign to move. Her hand
creeped around the corner of the couch before she quickly drew it back after
Brad made a panicking motion to stop. Jillian mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Brad
when he got out of the pool and made his way toward the back door.

She
leaned against the back of the couch, waiting desperately for Brad to open the
door and distract her father. That’s when she noticed she could see her dad’s
movements in the reflection of the living room TV. He grabbed his glass of tea
and started making his way into the living room. She cursed and quickly scanned
the room in panic for any sign of escape. The ice cubes jingled in the glass
just on the opposite side of the couch. Another step and he’d see her crunched
up in a little ball trying her best attempt to hide.

“Hey,
what are you doing back?” Brad blurted out as he swung the door open.

“There
you are!” Michael said as Jillian poked her head up over the couch to see him
facing Brad, his back turned to her. “The work snafu was a little overblown.
They got it under control but I still need to go in and run a few reports in a
minute.”

Jillian
quickly scrambled to the other side of the couch and grabbed her bottoms.
Brad’s attention flickered back and forth between Michael and her wildly
flailing her legs as she pulled her bikini back into place. He had to grit his
teeth to hold in a laugh.

“Where’s
Jillian?” Her dad asked just as he turned around. Jillian’s heart pounded in
her chest as she looked up at her father, but she thanked god she managed to
get her bottoms in place before he had turned around.

“What
are you doing on the floor?” He laughed.

“I
uhh…”

“Did
you find your phone?” Brad asked, winking at her.

“No.
I didn’t, I thought it might have fallen under the couch but it’s not there.” She
said before swallowing against her dry throat.

“I
think I saw it on the kitchen table.” Michael said as she stood up and brushed
her knees off.

“Ahh
right, silly me…” she laughed as she tried to calm her jittered nerves. She
mouthed a
thank you
to Brad as she
walked past him toward the kitchen.

Somehow
he magically always showed up to save the day when she was in need. He had been
like that her entire life. She loved that about him.

Jillian
sat on her window seat, the curtains drawn across blocking her view of the
living room and making it feel like she was in her own little cocoon. It was
dark outside, but there was enough moonlight for her to write in her journal.

It’s been three days since Brad and I
were together. He’s called me each day and even sent one of those edible flower
arrangements to my apartment. It came with a super soft brown teddy bear. I
love it and sleep with it every night. He says he’s been busy with work. I
guess I believe him, but if I don’t see him again soon, I think I’m going to
believe none of it every happened and that it was all a crazy dream. What if
when I see him, he just gives me his regular friendly hug? What if his smile
contains nothing of what we did?

Jillian
closed her notebook and put the end of her fat pen between her lips. Giving
herself a smile, she thrust it in and out of her mouth a few times, pretending
it was Brad’s cock. Unfortunately her pen wasn’t anywhere near big enough for
it to work, but it was fun pretending.

Her
agitated brain went back to troubling over her and Brad’s new relationship. She
still hadn’t gotten over or truly believed just how good sex with him was. And,
as slutty as it felt to admit it, her enjoyment of it had absolutely nothing to
do with how close to him she felt or even how much she trusted him, though
logically she knew the trust must play at least some part in it.

It
never failed, every time she firmly told herself what she liked about being
with him, she winced and felt her pulse race from the shame.

It
was how hard he fucked her. It was the way he spanked her, pulled her hair, and
dug his fingers into her hips with his possessive grasp. When she thought about
how he wanted her to get her nipples pierced, fuck the pain, she had to fan her
face with her hand it made her so hot and bothered. She couldn’t quite figure
out why, but the thought of a needle going through her sensitive flesh made her
pussy clench?

The
other thought circling through her head like a hamster in a wheel was how she
suspected he had a lot more in store for her. Things she couldn’t even begin to
imagine. It had seemed like second nature to him, how he handled her. Oddly
enough, it didn’t bother her at all thinking of him being with other women the
way he had been with her. The thought of watching him with someone else even
turned her on. Was there something wrong with her for liking it? That’s what
worried her the most. But, she told herself, if it was okay for him, why not
her?

Of
course the thoughts had been on constant repeat since the day at her father’s.
She was even starting to get bored and impatient with them. She felt like she
needed to do something...anything...to get new material for her brain to think
about. It was affecting her work. She almost taught Chris how to spell cock
instead of cook. And she found herself daydreaming, wondering if anyone else
she knew had some sort of secret sexual life way outside of what was ‘normal’.

More
than once she’d been tempted to search the internet for more information. But
something wouldn’t let her do it. If she was going to go down some strange,
deviant road, she wanted Brad to be the one to take her. She didn’t want to
undertake any of the journey by herself. Part of what made it all so enticing
was having someone else in charge—an authority figure. As twisted as it
sounded, the fact that Brad had always been something of a mentor was making
everything seem all the more depraved, and that was a good thing.

Once
again frustrated to be stuck in a fantasy-rut, Jillian swung her legs to the
floor and flung the curtain aside. Moving into her kitchen, she grabbed a
bottle of wine, removed the cork, and poured herself a healthy sized glass.
Then, determined to give her tired mind a rest, went into the living room to
lose herself in some TV.

She
had only just started a TV marathon on Netflix when a knock at the door
startled her enough to slosh wine out of her glass. She immediately thought
something was wrong with her dad. It was after ten o’clock at night. Jumping
up, she ran to the door and flung it open.

She
stared across the hall at a blank wall, shocked that no one was there. She
poked her head out into the hall and looked each way. Nothing—only the chirping
of crickets and cars driving by on the nearby road. She closed the door and
slowly clicked the lock as she tried to figure out who it could have been.

Her
shoulders shrugged. She figured it must have been some kids or somebody at the
wrong apartment. As soon as she started to make her way back to the living room
she jumped at the sound of another booming knock at the door. Her heart lurched
in her chest, she was more than a little nervous now. The floor creaked as she
raced to the door and peaked out of the peep hole. She was determined to see
who it was before they had a chance to run away again.
 

Brad
stood there, a dark, disturbed look on his face. But something told her it had
nothing to do with her father. She quickly unlocked the door and slung it open.

Without
saying a word he grabbed her by the upper arm and pushed her into the
apartment, shutting the door behind him without tearing his eyes off her. He
pulled down on her arm until she knelt on the floor in front of him, wincing a
little from his tight grip. Once she was on her knees he undid his jeans and pulled
out his cock, fully engorged and pulsing with need.

Without
a word he snaked his hand behind her head and shoved his cock between her lips.
When he was about halfway in, he gathered her hair up into a bunch on top of
her head and used it as a handle to pull her mouth forward and back along his
shaft. Jillian drew a deep breath through her nose as the head of his cock
glided along her tongue.

It
all happened so suddenly, she barely had time to even react. Her body took
over, doing as Brad wanted with no thoughts of fighting him or objecting. His
dick felt like silk covered steel against her tongue, and the tang of salt had
her craving more. She didn’t have much experience giving head, but it didn’t
seem like an issue with the way he was taking command of her mouth. All she
could do was try to stay upright and relaxed while he pumped his cock between
her lips, going further in each time.

Other
than the sound of his cock slurping through her mouth, the room was silent. He
said nothing to her, not even letting out the smallest of groans. Jillian
worried about that at first, assuming he’d make noise if he was enjoying
himself. Maybe, even though there wasn’t anything she could do differently, she
was doing something wrong?

She
tried swiping him more with her tongue or sucking on his cock, but he was
thrusting too fast for her to have any affect. And now his head was tapping her
gag reflex. It took all her concentration not to fight him.

He
fucked her face for a few moments longer before suddenly pulling out of her
mouth completely and yanking her up by her hair. Tiny prickles of pain attacked
her scalp as he tugged her up to her feet. She stood and he held her face
between his hands, rubbing her lower lip with his thumb and looking deep into
her eyes.

Wanting
to ask him if she did well, if he got what he came for, she couldn’t. His look
commanded her to be silent.

He
pulled her toward the couch. Once there, he let go of her hair and sat, leaving
her standing beside the arm of the sofa.

“I’d
like a beer if you have one,” he told her, grabbing the remote and changing the
TV from Netflix to a channel showing football.

A
little confused but willing, Jillian went into her kitchen and grabbed a bottle
of the beer she kept for him. After opening it, she brought it back. He took it
from her, drank deeply, and then placed it on her coffee table.

“I’d
like you to sit on my lap, straddling my legs.”

Growing
even more excited, she did as he asked. She was wearing her sleep shirt and had
on a pair of white, plain cotton briefs underneath. If she had known he was
coming, she would have put on something more exciting.

Once
she was seated, he lifted up her shirt and grabbed her breasts with his hands.
His tongue eagerly ran across his lips before he leaned forward to take one of
her nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard and bit down on the puckered nub. Jillian
hissed in pain, but otherwise kept quiet.

He
took his time, kissing her breast and all around, sucking and biting more,
squeezing tight with his hand. Her nipple turned bright red and she felt her
pussy clenching and growing wet while she watched him treat her like a chew
toy. He gave both sensitive breasts the same treatment until she couldn’t hold
still in his lap and tried to grind her pelvis where his cock had grown hard
and long in his jeans. Without warning he gave her a hard bite, stilling her
rocking hips.

“Ouch!”

“If
I wanted you to dry hump me I would have told you.”

Chastened,
she nodded.

“Good
girl.”

Brad
reached behind and grabbed her ass in his hands, spreading the cheeks wide
apart and squeezing them in a vice like grip. One of her nipples was still
captive in his mouth, and her pussy felt like it was going to explode even
though it was getting no attention. Her eyes clenched shut. Her hair cascaded
down her back like a silk sheet, she was picture perfect image of a woman
getting pleasured by her lover.

Eventually
he slipped his fingers under the leg bands of her underwear and started toying
with her wet slit while still grabbing and kneading her ass with the other hand.
His fingers moved through her wet moisture and even ventured toward her
asshole, something no man had yet even come close to getting near. Jillian
wiggled uncomfortably, not sure she would like that.

Brad
didn’t go any further with it, only coming close to her little hole and then
darting away again. It wasn’t very long before she wanted him to actually touch
her there, and she ended up grinding against him, forgetting his orders
earlier.

Letting
go of her nipple with a pop, he pulled back on her upper arms until she met his
gaze. He was frowning.

“I
told you not to do that,” he said.

“I’m
sorry! I forgot.”

His
eyebrows rose in disbelief. “Forgot?”

Jillian
nodded, scared he was really mad.

“I
think I know a way to keep you from forgetting again. I want you to lie down
across me, your ass on top of my lap.”

Confused
and unsure of what he had planned, she moved into the position he asked for
anyway. Once she was lying across his legs, she suddenly realized exactly what
he planned to do.

“Do
you think five swats on your ass ought to help you remember?” he asked with a
devilish smile.

She
was so turned on she could barely speak.

“I
think so,” she said timidly.

“I
think so, sir,” Brad corrected.

“I
think so, sir.”

He
slapped the left side of her ass first and then the right. Jillian squeaked,
but it was more in surprise than pain. He really didn’t hit her hard. Three
more slaps of the same amount of force came down, and then he told her she
could kneel on the couch.

“Do
you think you’ll remember now?” he asked her.

Jillian
nodded.