“You're not upset?” I ask. “The benefits are a lot worse on a GS system than a military system. And I don't exactly have a job lined up.”
Lindsey smiles, shaking her head. “You know I'm your support. I've been that way for how many years now?”
“AG to the end,” I tease, enjoying the old joke. “Always have been, always will be.”
“And so I'm going to support you now, too. Relax, take a few months to grow your hair out and have lots of Daddy time, and then . . . well, I happen to know a few folks who might have some slots open in the GS or the contractors that a combat-tested, former company commander Captain could be perfect for. Silver Star not required, but it makes for a hell of a leg up on the application,” Lindsey says. My Lindsey, always there for me, never getting the credit she's deserved, the woman who gave me the reason to become the man I am today and has been all I could ever dream of. My angel.
“Sounds like we might want to make a few calls then,” I muse, hugging my wife. “Though tonight after dinner, my whole focus is on you.”
Lindsey hums, and we take Lance by the hand, watching as the drum beats out the rest of parade practice, telling me about the Corps, and the Corps, and the Corps. Am I going to miss it? Sure. But I have something more important to take care of now. I have a higher duty.
Thank you for reading!
Alpha’s Baby
*Please note this is a New Adult Stepbrother Romance and was originally published in 2015. If this could kind of subject could possibly offend you, skip this story.
Bella
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a crush on my ridiculously handsome stepbrother, Stefan. For years, he’d always been there at my side. We’ve played together, laughed together, and even cried together. But our relationship turned weird when I started to realize just how different boys and girls are and how amazing that can be. I think the first time I noticed was when I went to one of his lacrosse practices. When it was over and he peeled off his gear and his t-shirt, it was like a light shone down from above and a voice said, This is who you’re meant for.
Suddenly attracted to him, I could no longer be around him without feeling like a perv. The simple things we used to do with each other, like watching movies together and even doing homework, became incredibly awkward.
Anytime he was near, I found myself filled with lustful thoughts, and when he touched me, it felt like I would burst into flames. Soon, just being in his presence became too much to bear. I started avoiding him at all costs, and when I did encounter Stefan, I would act like a cold-hearted bitch to him so he would never suspect my true feelings.
Naturally, Stefan was confused by my sudden change in behavior. He couldn't understand how I’d suddenly gone from his best friend to this frosty ice queen. Though it hurt me to treat him that way, I couldn’t tell him that I was doing this for the greater good, that I had thoughts no sister should have about her brother. I couldn't tell him that I yearned for his lips pressed against mine and to run my fingers through his silky blond hair.
I couldn't tell him that I wanted him.
You see, I knew that our relationship could never be, would never be. We were siblings, not by blood but by our parents’ marriage. My fantasy of being with Stefan was just that, a fantasy.
It was during this time that Stefan began dating. He’d bring home girls when my parents weren't home and have wild and crazy sex with them, all within my earshot. Even through the walls, you could hear them, and the girls sounded like they were going through a life-changing experience, even the ones I knew were total sluts and Stefan wasn’t their first rodeo.
It just pissed me off all the more. Sometimes, I would listen and get all hot and bothered, and often, I had to relieve myself. I would masturbate and pretend I was one of the girls he was fucking, but that became old after a while. I didn't want to pretend anymore. I wanted the real thing.
Eventually, I grew very jealous of the string of girls he would bring back home and found it quite easy to continue being a major bitch to him whenever we interacted. I swore that every scream they made, every moan, every time they made the sounds I wanted to make, it was his fault, that he was taunting me with their cries of passion.
When it came time to graduate high school and move on to college, I was greatly relieved. I had gotten accepted into a prestigious school called North State University, and for the first time in a long time, I was happy.
I was finally going to be free.
I would no longer be burdened by my attraction to my stepbrother or have to listen to him fuck random chicks every weekend. Since I made sure we wouldn't be attending the same university, I knew that I would only see Stefan on holidays, something that was acceptable to me because I knew I would only have to bear his presence for a short time before we were out of each other’s life again.
Meanwhile, I would be joining the hottest sorority on North State’s campus, Kappa Beta. As a member of this prestigious sorority, I knew I would most likely get hooked up with some popular, hot frat guy and would soon forget all about Stefan and his hot body.
Or so I thought.
* * *
“Come on, girls, swallow that dick!” some chick in the background yelled.
I tried to drown out all the cheering from my wild sorority sisters who stood crowded around the table, watching me and my opponent shove big, fat dildos down our throats, and concentrate.
Had I known that dick-guzzling contests were a part of the Kappa Beta’s long line of second-semester traditions, I would have never signed up for it, hottest sorority or not. I thought that the stupid shit stopped after Rush Week and first semester. Apparently, I was wrong.
Be that as it may, I had signed up and had been accepted. And once I committed to something, that was it. I was going to stay with Kappa and prove to all of these girls that I had what it took to be one of the best of the best, too. But as one of the freshmen, I was automatically looked down upon, and because of this, I had to prove myself.
Hence, the dildo sucking contest. I mean, every girl wants to win one of those, right?
The rules were simple: Head to head—no pun intended. Whoever gagged on their respective dildo first, lost. And this wasn’t your average dildo. Oh, no. They’re fucking scary.
I had already beaten out eight other girls, and now only one remained: Veronica George. Veronica was a major bitch, a junior with long, blonde hair, green eyes, and pouty lips that were currently wrapped around the shaft of her dildo. She was hugely popular and was thought to have the hottest boyfriend on campus, though I thought he was nothing special. A typical tanned and oiled gym jock, in my opinion.
Veronica eyed me with challenge as she pushed her dildo down a half-inch. She was three-fourths down the shaft and I was likewise. So far, it was the furthest anyone had gotten the whole contest. But I could tell that I was going to have to go all the way down to the ball sack to win this one, because apparently, Veronica really knew how to suck a mean dick.
The trouble was, I was really close to gagging.
I gripped the rubbery flesh and pushed it down slowly, hoping I didn’t gag. I could feel it encroaching upon my tonsils and I struggled to keep the dreaded reflex at bay.
What if this were Stefan’s cock?
I had no idea where that thought came from, but it was a bad omen. Suddenly, all I could think about was Stefan gripping me by the sides of my head and throat fucking me for all I was worth.
The thought, while a huge turn-on for me, was terribly distracting, and along with all the yelling in the background, I found my focus slipping.
Still eying me, Veronica pushed the dildo even further down, causing a large bulge to appear in her throat. I began to panic. There was not much left for Veronica to take down. One more push and she would have downed the entire length of the 8-inch cock, winning the contest.
I had to act fast or it was over.
Eying her with defiance, I gathered my courage and tried to force the rest
of the entire shaft down my throat. That’s when I nearly lost all of my lunch.
Shit!
The crowd around the table went wild as I wrenched the cock out of my mouth and gasped for air, hacking and coughing.
Across the table, Veronica jumped up, removed the giant dildo from her throat with ease, slapped it down on the table, and squealed in delight. “I win!”
Her words and joyous laughter felt like a knife in my heart. I’ll let you know now that I am very competitive and don't like losing . . . even a dumb ass dick-sucking contest.
Who had made up such a contest, anyway?
“It’s okay,” I muttered under the noise of the crowd as I wiped spittle from my lips with the back of my hand and regained my composure. “It’s a stupid contest anyway.”
I tossed the fat dick on the table beside Veronica’s saliva-covered one, glad to be rid of it. The rubbery flesh had left a nasty taste in my mouth, and I would be glad when I could go rinse with a minty mouthwash.
“Everyone, quiet!” yelled a voice, getting results. It was Hanna Jones, Kappa’s president, standing in the center of the room beside the table.
With long, dark hair that she wore in a girly ponytail and sultry, dark eyes, Hanna was dressed in a pink skirt and a white blouse that was tied in a knot to show off her tanned, flat midriff. Pink and white were our sorority’s colors, and I had been wearing more of it than I was used to, hopefully something that would taper off once my freshman year was over.
When the room finally quieted down, Hanna smiled at me. “Nice try, Bella. I was impressed. I never saw a new girl get so far before.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled. I still couldn't believe I had just participated in the contest. And even worse, I had lost.
“You should be proud,” Hanna continued. “You defeated eight other girls and nearly beat Veronica, our undefeated champion.”
“She wasn’t even close!” Veronica scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. “And you know it.”
“She came closer than any girl ever has to beating you,” Hanna pointed out. “You have to admit that.”
Veronica rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say.”
“Isn’t it time to choose the Sacrifice now?” one of the sorority sisters asked Hanna with breathless excitement.
I quirked an eyebrow in confusion. What was this? Were the girls not content with just holding a cock-gagging contest? Now they were into satanic rituals too?
“What’s a Sacrifice?” one of the other freshmen, Sara Delaney, asked. When I first joined the sorority, Sara and I had become fast friends, mainly out of necessity. Even within a sorority, there were cliques within cliques, so that meant new girls had to stick together.
Hanna’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “As most of our senior members here know, every once in a while, we honor a deal we have with our brother fraternity, Alpha Gamma.”
“And what deal is this?” Sara asked suspiciously.
A grin spread across Hanna’s face. She seemed to be enjoying this. “Just like we receive new sisters who must prove themselves, Alpha Gamma receives new brothers who must prove themselves as well. Every so often, an Alpha gets challenged by an upstart. If that upstart wins, he wins a special offering from Kappa Beta for one night.”
Sara glared. “Am I understanding you right? Are you saying that the Sacrifice is one of us contest losers?”
Hanna’s grin nearly split her face. “Correct.”
“That’s such bullshit!” Sara raged. She looked around at her gathered sisters. “C’mon, guys, a dildo-sucking contest is ridiculous enough as it is, but our bodies being offered to some dumb, iron pumping jock? That’s absolutely nuts!”
“You gave an oath when you joined this sorority that you would do anything for your sisters,” Hanna pointed out.
“Yeah, I did, but I didn’t agree to prostitution.”
“It’s not prostitution,” Hanna argued.
Sara looked unconvinced. “Yeah? Then what is it?”
“It’s called ‘taking one for the team’.”
“Oh give me a break—”
“Anyway,” Hanna cut in loudly, turning away from Sara like she was old news, and I suspected that when it was time for us freshman to have a chance to live in the house, Sara wouldn’t be invited. “I’m going to try something new this year.”
“What?” someone in the crowd asked.
Hanna’s eyes roved over the contest losers. “Usually, the one who was knocked out of the contest first would be the Sacrifice. This year, I’m going to let Veronica pull a name out of a hat. Whatever name she pulls is the Sacrifice.”
The crowd broke off into excited murmuring.
Hanna gestured to one of the girls in the crowd. “Get the hat, Ashley.”
While the crowd murmured excitedly, Ashley scurried off and then returned a few minutes later with a NSU hat and slips of paper that she had scribbled all of our names on. Meanwhile, I was still trying to wrap my mind around it all. One of the losers of the contest would be giving her body to a total stranger?
What the hell had I gotten myself into?
Hanna grabbed the hat from Ashley and the crowd quieted. “Veronica.”
Veronica stepped forward eagerly. I could tell she was enjoying this too much.
“No peeking,” Hanna warned, holding out the hat to Veronica. “Reach in there without looking.”
Veronica turned away and blindly reached into the hat. She dug around for a moment while everyone whispered amongst each other. Several of the losers looked anxious while they watched Veronica, probably worrying that their name would be pulled out of the hat while others looked excited. Let’s face it. We’d been busy doing sorority stuff, so some of us hadn’t been getting any action in a while.
Sara scowled at Veronica, who was still blindly shuffling through the hat. “There is no way in hell I’m agreeing to this if she pulls my name out of that hat. They will just have to kick me out.”
Sara’s comments made me think to myself, what if Veronica pulls my name?
She isn’t, I told myself. There’s no way she’ll chose me. There are eight other girls’ names in there.
Veronica finally grabbed a folded piece of paper out of the hat and opened it. She gave a dramatic pause as she stared at the paper.
We all waited with bated breath.
“Well?” Hanna demanded impatiently. “Who is it?”
Veronica tore her eyes away from the paper and my heart began to pound as her gaze centered on me like a hawk. “Bella James.”
Stefan
I could never understand my attraction to my stepsister. Sure, she was hot, but so were many other girls around my age. I guess there was something very special about Bella. Maybe it was her sparkling green eyes, her sensual mouth, or her long, flowing, dark brown hair that always seemed to blow in the wind behind her like a banner. Or maybe it was the way she looked at me or the way she said my name softly that seemed to say that she wanted me.
Whatever the case, I found myself slowly falling in love with her over the years. It’d started in high school when one day, I just noticed that more than being my stepsister and best friend, she was a very beautiful girl too.
It was hard not letting my true feelings show whenever she was close. Not to mention the excitement that plagued me whenever we were in the same room. Sometimes, I would have to excuse myself to keep her from seeing my boner.
Because of this hypersensitivity to her presence, physical contact with her became incredibly difficult. It was at this time that I began to avoid her. My hormones were raging out of control and I feared that if I continued being in her presence, something awful would happen.
Eventually, I got a girlfriend, a pretty girl named Mindy. Mindy was pretty hot, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and big tits. Still, whenever I was with her, I could only fantasize about Bella and her pretty face.
Our relationship didn’t last long. I found myself quickly losing interest in Mindy. She just couldn't compare t
o my stepsister’s beauty, and she was quite the airhead.
That’s when I went on a dating spree, looking for someone who could make me forget about my desire for Bella. At the time, I was a very popular guy in high school, being a star athlete and all, and there was no shortage of girls that wanted me.
I’d bring them home, fuck ‘em, and then leave them when I got tired of them. I know it sounds shitty, but I was looking to fill a hole inside me. I couldn’t have Bella, so I needed to continually release that pent-up sexual frustration that she caused.
This was about the time when Bella began to treat me like utter shit, and I assumed it was because of all the girls I was bringing back home. She was probably thinking I was such a misogynistic douchebag.
From a certain point of view, she was right, but I wasn’t trying to be a douche. I wanted badly to tell her that I was doing it for the benefit of us both, on the grounds of our being stepbrother and stepsister. Our relationship could never be, and the quicker I could get over her, the better. And with each girl, I prayed that she would be the one who could make me forget Bella. Each time, it didn’t happen, and I was left frustrated as, just at the moment of climax, it was Bella’s face I saw in my mind, regardless of who was in bed with me. It was shitty for me to use them like that, but I can’t change it now.
Soon, I began to feel her hatred of me was for the best. It kept me away from her and reinforced the idea that we couldn’t be together.
Once it was time to go off to college, I knew that I would finally kick my secret obsession of Bella. Just like in high school, I’d be popular at college and would be able to fuck as many hot chicks as I wanted. I was happy because I’d finally be able to forget about Bella’s pretty face and gorgeous body.
Boy, was I wrong.
* * *
“Fuck ‘em up, Craig!” yelled someone within the rowdy crowd.
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