The Quarterback's Baby: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (12 page)

Chapter 9

He carried me over the threshold, saying not a word, hushing me with his lips each time I tried to speak. He lay me gently down on top of the quilt covered bed and climbed over me. We were kissing again as we worked desperately at our clothes, stripping ourselves out of them, helping each other as we went. A moment later we lay in each other’s arms, completely naked. Wrapping his arms around me, he rolled me over so that I lay on top of him. I could feel the length of his cock pressing beneath me, and I reached for it. I marveled at how smooth and hot his shaft was, and my body yearned to have it inside me, but I wanted to know it another way first.

I moved away from his kiss and turned my body so I could see his cock. He lay back, watching me, enjoying my reaction. My eyes widened at the size of his manhood. “Oh my God!
”
I said, then looked at him.

“Gotcha!
”
he said, his eyes twinkling.

“Damn right,
”
I said, smiling back, and then I went down on him. I started by licking up the drop of pre-cum that waited for me between his slit, and I gazed at him as my tongue licked the area clean. He moaned with pleasure, connecting his fingers behind his head and leaned back against them as if they were a pillow.

With the slit done, I slid my tongue under the sensitive skin of his hood and Giles arched his hips in pleasure.

“You like that?
”
I asked as I allowed the flat of my tongue to measure his length. I could feel a throbbing blood vessel pulsing as I went up and down his long pole. When I came to the top again, I took his head into my mouth, then slowly took him into my mouth as far as I could go. He moaned and pushed up into me more.

“Deeper,
”
he pleaded, “Please.”

I adjusted my position and opened my throat just in time for a mighty thrust. He was deep down my throat. The muscle pulsed and I grabbed at his cock, pulling it in deeper still.

“Oh my God, Cherise, I’ve never felt anything…”

My pussy clenched with need, jealous of my throat. I was so proud to give him a new experience, unlike any he'd felt before. He deserved it. He was the most important and beautiful soul that ever lived. I would give him all of me, for as long as I lived.

He groaned again, and I took him in further than I thought possible, but then it was too much. The gag reflex kicked in, and I was forced to release him. Panting and gasping, for I had not realized that I'd been holding my breath, I threw myself back on the bed and tried desperately to recover myself. There were stars floating around my vision and my heart pounded from the exertion of my act.

But Giles wasn't finished with me yet, nor I with him. I'd brought him to the edge, but then I'd pushed him away. He needed more from me. I needed more from him. A moment later he was on top of me, pushing into me. His cock was so big, he barely pushed past my pulsing walls, when I felt my pussy fight against the painful stretch. I gasped at the size of him, from the sensation of too much, as he stretched my tight entrance wide. He stopped the moment my body clenched up from the pain of him, mid-thrust holding himself back, not wanting to hurt me. That simple act only made me want him more. My pussy relaxed and his next thrust went a little farther. The pain changed to pleasure, and I wanted more. I wanted all of him.

“Deeper,
”
I begged, looking at him with longing.

“Not yet,
”
he said. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eye and a wicked little smile on his lips. And I knew I was in trouble. My joking stepbrother had returned.

“No!
”
I protested as he pulled out of me. He continued to give me 'that look', the one that said I was about to get punked, the one that said, "Gotcha sis!" Nothing made him happier than getting away with another joke at my expense! But this was going too far. Of all the pranks, this was the most unforgivable ever. Talk about being a tease! My pussy was screaming for Giles’s cock. I wanted, no, I
needed
him inside me at that moment.

“Will you please stop torturing me and fuck me already, please?!
”
I begged, spreading my legs wide, willing his cock back inside me.

But he didn't do as I asked. He just continued looking at me like a cat eyeing an injured bird.

“Oh, I intend to," he promised, "but first things first.
”

To my surprise and a delighted twitch of anticipation down below, he got between my legs. Taking hold of my legs by the ankles, he pushed my legs up, bending my knees. Then he spread my legs apart. My sex lay exposed, open, facing him. I could feel the cool air of the unheated cabin blowing against my hot and swollen center. He bent down, and I closed my eyes, groaning with unimaginable pleasure, as his hot tongue flicked across my clit for the very first time.

I almost came right then and there; his tongue felt like a magic wand, doing magic inside my pussy, making me come so close to the edge.

As he licked and sucked me, I began to think about who he was to me. It was what we were doing; he was my stepbrother, we were related, we were siblings to each other, we shared parents, we'd lived as brother and sister under the same roof. But instead of these thoughts making me want to pull away, to stop before we consummated our union, the thought that our love was taboo, forbidden, only made the act more exciting. It only made me feel more aroused, unbelievably so.

I lifted my hips and grabbed my knees, pulling my legs closer to my chest, then spreading my knees apart as if I was doing the knee splits. I wanted to be open to him, to give him all of me. At last, there would be no holding back. Not tonight.

I'd give myself to him completely this one time. No one would ever know. It was meant to be. Just this one time.

As he continued to work his tongue and mouth on my pussy, my clit pulsed with building need. I pushed away all thoughts that this was the only night we'd ever have together. I knew in my heart that I would cut the cord, and leave first thing in the morning. I had to, for his sake, because I loved him and thus I could not allow him to ruin his life by exposing himself to the sordid consequences of our incestuous affair.

As the orgasm built inside me, I told myself not to think about tomorrow, but to live in the now, the glorious now.

His tongue flicked my clit like a virtuoso on the violin strings as his fingers slipped inside my aching sex, probing and fucking me. All conscious thoughts disappeared as every nerve ending in my body stood at attention.

“Oh Giles,
”
I screamed, coming all over his face and hand. My body quivered with pleasure, and I almost didn’t realize what happened next. He was lifting me again in his arms, off of the bed. My legs wrapped automatically around his waist as he walked me to the edge of the room. I called out his name as the tip of his thick cock drove up and into me, my back pressed against the cabin wall. With my back secured, he lifted me by my waist as he pulled out, then lowering me back onto him, as he thrust back up inside me, and yet not all the way.

“Fill me up!
”
I begged, and this time there was no holding back. He grunted, then moaned with pleasure as he finally allowed me to be his sheath. We pushed against each other until he filled me to the hilt. I was so full of him, and so stretched by him that it took my breath away. I wrapped my arms around his neck and twisted my fingers into his hair, as his cock moved inside of me, threatening to send me to Heaven too soon.

“I need you,
”
Giles gasped, just before the pace of his thrust obliterated the possibilities of comprehensible speech.

“Ah, ah, ah,
”
we both gasped in unison, as our sweating fucking bodies slid and slapped together.

I opened my eyes to look at him, as another ball of heat formed inside my core. I could sense it getting ready to release. He was not looking my way, his eyelids were shuttered, his beautiful lips parted in an O and I saw him cum as his length found the back of me. I arched my back and screamed his name, then fell back against him as our bodies shuddered with the passing storm of our unified release.

Still inside me, he carried me back to the bed, our eyes gazing at each other at close range.

“I love you,
”
he said.

“I love you,
”
I said.

We lay on the bed, kissing each other tenderly for a while longer. Neither of us spoke. Eventually, we fell asleep, spooning. When I awoke a few hours later, I knew in my bones that it was over.

I knew that Giles had gone.

Chapter 10

I was going to be the one to leave.

He beat me to it.

"I'll never forget last night," was all his note said.

A jagged knife buried itself into my heart. And, despite the fact that I’d intended to do the same thing to him, it still hurt more than I could say.

I cried for the next few hours, then finally got hold of myself.

I called Brandy. ‘Giles didn’t make it,
”
I lied.

I felt a deep shame about what I had done with my stepbrother. I couldn’t tell Brandy, even though she knew how I felt about him.

And then life went on, with no communication whatsoever with my stepbrother. He’d gone AWOL, something about a job offer for the summer. It was as if our whole love affair had never happened. Only it had, and I’d never forget it, as long as I lived.

A part of me wanted to think ill of my stepbrother for walking out on me the way he did. I wanted to imagine that the whole thing had been an elaborate prank, the ultimate joke, from an A-1 prankster. Seduce your stepsister and get into her pants. Ha, ha! But deep down in my heart, I knew that he loved me. I heard him say it. I'd seen his eyes as he said it. My core understood that he’d left me for my own good, that he’d walked away because he still loved me. But that didn’t make it any easier to bear.

My heart ached every day from how much I missed him, but as time passed, the pain lessened. Eventually, I stopped pining for him. I knew that I had to get on with my life. What choice did I have?

Chapter Eleven

We should have been more careful. Thought about that night, but I didn’t want to think about anything else but being with Giles. It came at a high price when I went home that weekend. I started working at Walmart trying to get some money before I went to college.

But then I became distracted. Giles was supposed to be going to summer camp to teach lacrosse to kids; he loved the sport so much and had gone to college on a scholarship for it. He was in sunny Florida, and I wished that I was there with him. 

I went home that night, tired from my shift. I just wasn’t in the mood. Brandy had stopped talking to me since that night. We used to talk all the time, yet she knew that I was lying to her.

“How was work?
”

I laughed as I sat down in the kitchen; I should have noticed it then but I was too busy thinking about Giles. Wondering if I should send him a message.

I was lonely.

No best friend.

No Giles.

If only we weren’t stepbrother and sister, things would be so much easier.

“Dad I pack bags all day. How do you think work is?
”

Sure, I shouldn’t have been sarcastic or rude, but I needed to fix things and I just couldn’t think how to do it.

Dad sat next to me on the breakfast table and handed me a tub of B&J. It was almost as if he could read my mind, until I saw that he was eating one too.

“Dad are you trying to replace Brandy?
”

Now, I really missed her. I needed to make things right.

Dad continued to eat. “Angela and I are getting divorced. She says that she’s in love with someone else.”

I stopped to look at him. His spiky grey hair and square-rimmed glasses all of a sudden made him appear so old. I had never noticed it before.

“I rushed into this marriage, thinking that it was what I wanted. But ever since then, I’ve known that it’s not what I need.”

I didn’t get his analogy or where the conversation was headed, but I had a feeling that it had something to do with Giles.

“I see the way that you look at each other. When he went to camp it was as if your heart was broken. That was when it hit me.”

I knew what he was going to say. “That Giles and I are in love?”

He nodded and said, “Now, you’re not going to be brother and sister anymore. Maybe there’s hope for you guys?”

He made it sound so easy. One minute, Giles had said that he couldn’t live without me. Then he’d fucked me and left. He’d never said goodbye properly and, to make matters worse, I suddenly couldn’t remember the last time I’d had my period.

That was the real thing that was on my mind. I’d bought pregnancy tests at work, all ready to pee on a stick that night. I should have been going to the bathroom, but instead I’d headed to the kitchen for some comfort food, before finding out the truth. It had been six weeks since that night in the cabin. Connecting with Dad felt good and I could tell that he needed comforting, and right now I just wanted a friend.