Baby Fever

by Landish, Lauren

  Stefan’s eyes went wide with surprise. “Holy shit,” he sputtered.

  “What?” I asked, immediately self-conscious.

  “You’ve put on some weight.”

  I frowned, almost wishing I’d kept on my robe. Was I really already becoming a whale?

  Stefan noticed my displeasure and shook his head vigorously. “No, it’s amazing. You've filled out in all the right places.” He bit his lower lip as he ogled my curves and continued to shake his head in amazement, boosting my self-confidence.

  “I hope you will still feel the same way when I get even bigger,” I said. While I was pleased Stefan wasn’t bothered by the little weight I’d put on, I knew more was to come as my pregnancy advanced.

  I’d be a fool to think that looks weren't important to Stefan. He was a young, All-American, red-blooded male who was incredibly handsome and could have any girl he wanted.

  But if I didn’t want to worry myself to death about the issue, I’d have to take his word for it.

  Stefan stared at me as if he was appalled by my lack of faith in him. “I'm going to want you even more.”

  “Well, since that’s settled . . .” I dipped my toe in the water and kicked, splashing Stefan in the face.

  “I’m going to get you for that!” Stefan yelled with surprise, wiping at his eyes.

  “You have to catch me first,” I said.

  Stefan was quick to oblige, rocketing out of the pool so fast I hardly had time to react. Shrieking, I took off for the house. I only got to the edge of the lawn before Stefan’s powerful arms wrapped around me, pulling me close.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot on my neck. I squealed with surprise as he hefted me up into his arms and brought me back to the edge of the pool.

  “Stefan, no!” I cried, recognizing his intent, squirming against his solid grasp.

  “All is fair in love and war,” he grunted. And in one smooth motion of muscle and grace, he scooped me up and literally threw me into the water.

  I gasped with shock as the cold water hit me and I heard a muffled sound of a large splash behind me.

  Blinded, I began to swim away from him, but I was no match for the seasoned athlete, and he quickly caught up to me with several powerful strokes and pulled me into his arms.

  My body thrummed with electricity at being so close to his. His abs pressed against my stomach, and down below, I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh, already starting to get hard.

  I wanted nothing more than to please him, but we were outside, and who knew who could see us or when our parents would be back?

  “Got you again,” Stefan panted, staring me in the eyes and making my heart flutter.

  I swear, my stepbrother was too gorgeous to be real with his amazing chiseled cheekbones. It didn’t help matters that his big cock was rubbing against my thigh, making my hormones rage out of control.

  “What you just did wasn't fair,” I said breathlessly, trying not to think about the throbbing log against my thigh.

  “Neither was kicking water in my face.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Stefan’s eyes flashed, and he pressed his lips into mine. I surrendered to him, allowing him to hold my body up in the water. His tongue swirled around in my mouth, mixing the taste of our saliva and chlorine.

  His bulge was still increasing in size as we pressed against each other. Steam rose around us, and I wondered if it was from our combined body temperature. Stefan’s hard body felt warmer than an oven, and his passionate kiss was blasting heat through my stomach like a furnace.

  Stefan suddenly broke away from our kiss, filling me with longing and disappointment. “They could be back home any minute. We don’t want to get too frisky.”

  While I was disappointed that we didn’t have sex right then and there, I knew Stefan was right. With everything that had already happened, it wouldn’t do for us to get caught bumping uglies in the pool.

  On top of that, I was impressed that Stefan could resist a quick fuck with how hard his cock was. It only made my respect for him grow stronger.

  With some reluctance, I paddled away from Stefan. I was immediately struck by how cold I was once I was away from him, and my teeth began to chatter.

  “You know what, Stefan?” I asked, flipping over in the water to face him.

  “What?”

  I splashed him in the eyes. “You’re a total buzz kill!”

  Stefan let out a surprised gasp and grabbed at his eyes. “I’m so going to get you for that!”

  I laughed uproariously and began to swim away. In seconds, Stefan was chasing me around the pool and we began splashing each other repeatedly, engaging in a vicious water fight.

  Feelings of nostalgia rolled through me as we played, reminding me of old times when we were younger. For once, I found myself forgetting about everything, my pregnancy and the threatening note, lost in the bliss of the moment.

  “Enough!” I cried when Stefan had overwhelmed me with a burst of water splashes that blinded me and made it difficult for me to breathe. “You win!”

  “That was fun,” I murmured to him after I caught my breath. “Reminded me of old times, when we were kids.”

  Stefan grinned at me. “Yeah, it kind of did, didn’t it?”

  I still couldn’t get over how hot Stefan’s body felt, and once again, steam surrounded us. Warmth spread up from my nether regions all the way to my chest, and I felt a burn behind my ears as I stared into my stepbrother’s eyes.

  My hormones raging through my blood, I couldn’t think straight with Stefan’s cock pressed against me. I couldn't fathom how he could be next to me with such a boner and resist fucking me.

  But more than anything, I wanted him. I wanted to taste him.

  Suddenly, I felt bold. Powerful. Stefan was going to give me what I wanted. I pulled Stefan close and began guiding us toward the end of the pool toward the steps.

  Stefan didn’t take my meaning at first. “What do you think you’re doing?” He grinned at me as I paddled us into shallow water. “Who said you could take control of this ship?”

  Not saying a word, I led him to the steps of the pool and pushed him down on the higher step. Then I knelt in front of him on the lowest step and began pulling at his swimming trunks.

  Stefan glanced all around, finally grasping my meaning. “What are you doing, Bella?” His voice had a slight note of panic in it. “Some of our neighbors can see into our backyard and might see us.”

  “Fuck them,” I growled, managing to get his shorts down several inches. The tip of his cock appeared, big and bulbous, and my mouth was instantly filled with saliva.

  “Bella, I really don’t think you shouldn’t be doing this . . .” Stefan fell silent as I jerked down his shorts and his huge cock popped out and smacked him against his abs.

  Hungrily, I grabbed it, feeling how hard and throbbing he was, and stuffed him into my mouth.

  I started slurping his cock greedily, trying to take every bit of his thick shaft, my mind going back to the day that I lost the dildo-sucking contest to Veronica.

  “Bella . . .” Stefan groaned.

  I ignored him and slurped his huge head with relish, swirling my tongue along the sensitive parts, and I gripped his shaft with my left hand while bringing my right around to cup his balls.

  Massaging them gently, I bobbed my head up and down, stroking in tandem.

  Stefan let out a deep groan. “Fuck, that feels good.”

  I went further down his shaft, taking as much of him as I could without gagging.

  I marveled at the feel of his cock throbbing in my mouth, each pulse a powerful jolt against my tongue. How I wanted to taste his juices.

  I massaged his balls more vigorously while going up and down on him like a madwoman, my saliva mixing with chlorinated water on his dick.

  “I’m gonna come soon,” Stefan groaned.

  Good, I thought, as I almost made it all t
he way down to the base of his shaft. That’s what I want, to taste your sweet, thick cream.

  Before that could happen, Stefan suddenly tapped me on the shoulder urgently.

  “Bella,” he half-groaned, half-whispered. “The lights are on back at the house. Our parents are home.”

  I ignored him and continued to stroke and suck stubbornly, wanting him to nut in my mouth.

  “Bella!” Stefan choked. “Stop it.”

  For all his objecting, Stefan had yet to pull me off his dick.

  In the distance, I heard a door opening and my mother calling Stefan’s name. This would have been the time I pulled away and pretended nothing was going on. But I couldn’t. I desperately wanted Stefan’s seed and I wasn’t going to stop until I got it.

  Stefan tapped me several more times on the shoulder and I could hear my mother approaching. Knowing I had only seconds left, I squeezed Stefan’s balls and slurped his head as hard as I could.

  I was rewarded with a gasp and his hot, creamy liquid flooding my mouth. His milk was sweet and tangy. I took as much of it as I could before Stefan began to pull up his shorts.

  Pushing away, I drifted beneath the waves of the pool and swam toward the deep end.

  It wasn’t a moment too soon either, because my mom reached Stefan a second later. Down on the deep end, I wondered how long I could hold my breath before I had to surface and if my mom could see me.

  I could hear Stefan and my mom talking, but sound was too muffled to understand what they were saying. When it felt like my lungs were about to burst, I swam to the surface, hoping I’d have an explanation ready. I broke the water, gasping in air.

  When I recovered, I swam over to the edge and grabbed a hold. I was surprised when strong hands reached down and pulled me out of the pool.

  “Don’t you ever do that again,” Stefan scolded me, but at the same time, I could see that he loved it, too.

  I wiped water out of my eyes and shivered from the cold breeze against my skin. “Did she see me?” I asked.

  Stefan shook his head and nodded to where my mother was just now stepping back into the house through the back door. “No, and we were damn lucky too. Thank God all she came out here to ask me is if I wanted some of the food they brought back from dinner.”

  I grinned. “It was worth it.”

  Stefan’s expression grew more serious. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Bella, but this isn’t a game.”

  I gawked at Stefan, my teeth chattering. “Well, you almost did the same thing when we were in your bedroom and Mom walked in on us.”

  And I only wanted to repay the favor, I thought.

  “It wasn’t the same. The door was closed and I wasn’t expecting her to just barge in. We’re outside, right? Anybody could've seen us.”

  “Okay,” I said acidly. So that’s how he wanted to play it. Damn him. “I get it.”

  Then he walked off back to the house, leaving me alone to shiver in the dark.

  Stefan

  Construction work. It's pretty much all I knew day and night. But now that the theater was done, work had slacked off a little.

  The spare time was both refreshing and frustrating. Working on the site, I’d found that I liked what I was doing. If anything, being able to take out all my stress on metal and wood helped, and I came home every night feeling like I’d at least gotten a good workout in. Trust me, lugging fifty-pound bags of concrete around works even a good athlete.

  So I liked having some more rest. But I missed being able to let off my energy, and I sort of missed the guys. I’d been accepted on the job site quicker than I thought I’d be, mainly because I busted my ass. Some of them gave me some shit about being the ‘boss’s kid,’ but that only lasted about a day or two before there was respect in their voice.

  If there was anything strange about working, it was Dad. He was constantly texting someone on his phone, it seemed, and whenever I’d come into his makeshift office, he’d slam the lid on his laptop closed. His face was always pink and flushed and he’d have this guilty look on his face.

  Oh, shit. Dad’s getting into porn.

  I got it, I guess. Evelyn was still pretty well put together for a woman her age, but I’d heard that a lot of men still had urges beyond what their wives would be cool with. Still, whacking it in your office? Not cool, Dad, not cool at all.

  Still, I didn’t know what sort of arrangements he and Evelyn had on that side of their lives, and I didn’t want to know. I was just glad I didn’t have to look forward to walking in on Dad with his cock in hand and Dirty Anal Debutantes on his laptop or something.

  Speaking of jacking off, I spent a lot of my new spare time doing just that and thinking about Bella. Because I had warned her that we had to be careful while in the house with our parents, I wanted to set an example for abstinence. Jacking off while imagining her lips around my dick allowed me to do that, kind of. And Bella knew about it. She’d approached me with a raised eyebrow and a wastebasket full of gummy tissues one day. “For me?”

  “Because of you,” I whispered low enough so that nobody could hear. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” she whispered back, blushing. “I’m doing the same.”

  Trust me, it was better for us both for us to relieve tension that way instead of fucking every chance we got. It was far less risky and it allowed me to control my raging hormones so that I could think clearly. And Bella was cool with it too.

  Even still, it was difficult. All I could ever think about was how she sucked me off in the pool. Whenever I thought about it, I got an instant hard-on.

  One day, I would pay Bella back for all the torment she had put me through with her naughty antics.

  * * *

  I was helping Dad move a new chair into his office one evening when another warning arrived. Evelyn was gone from the house and Bella was off doing some chore her mom had for her.

  My dad hadn’t stopped pampering Evelyn with the dinner the night the theater was completed. He had continued to splurge on Evelyn, giving her vouchers to massage parlors and beauty spas.

  Evelyn, it seemed, was enjoying every minute of it.

  I grunted as we set down the new leather chair exactly where my father wanted it.

  “Thanks, Stefan,” my dad huffed, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Don’t know how I'd have done it without you.”

  “Pay the movers,” I supplied jokingly.

  My dad chuckled. “Yep, you’re right. Good thing you came back from school, huh?”

  If my dad only knew the real reason.

  “I guess.”

  “You don’t sound too enthused.” My dad walked over to his desk and sat down. Then he glanced around as if looking for something. “Hey Stefan, why don’t you go check and see if the mail came today? Usually, one of you three has a stack on my desk right about now.”

  A shock went through me. I had forgotten all about checking the mail before work today.

  “Sure thing, Dad,” I said quickly. I walked out of his office and made my way through the house. Once outside, I broke into a sprint to the mailbox. I snatched it open and breathed a sigh of relief.

  The mail was still inside.

  I took it out and then froze when I saw it—a package just like the one that had contained the sex tape. I wanted to throw it away, but I knew I had to see what was in it.

  My heart pumping, I stuck the other stack of mail in the crook of my arm and ripped open the package. The only thing that was inside was a folded piece of paper.

  The message read:

  TIME IS RUNNING OUT FOR YOU BOTH.

  Rage ran through me as I stared at the words. It pissed me off because I felt so helpless about the situation. The entire time, I said I would protect Bella, but how could I protect her against a faceless enemy?

  On top of that, what the blackmailer wanted us to do was a paradox. If Bella and I told everyone the truth, it was almost like everyone seeing our sex video anyway.

  So what was the point?<
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  After staring at the letter long enough, I folded it up and stuffed it into my pocket. I walked back in the house and delivered my father’s stack of mail onto his desk.

  “Are you all right, Son?” my dad asked, gazing at me with concern. “You look a little pale.”

  “I think I’m a little tired,” I replied. “Been up all night.”

  “Get some rest, Son. You’ve worked hard enough and deserve it. Matter of fact, I’ll let you take the entire next week off.”

  “Thanks, Dad,” I said. “I owe you one.”

  I left his office and headed up to my room. My immediate impulse was to tell Bella about the new note, but I figured she didn't need any more stress.

  No, if I wanted the threats and letters to stop, I had to do something. I had to go to the source.

  I quickly changed into dark sweats and a dark hoodie and then left the house.

  Firing up my car, I pulled out of the driveway and made my way to NSU.

  It was time to pay someone a little visit.

  * * *

  Under a full moon and a clear, starry sky, I waited behind a bush, biding my time. Back when I was in Alpha, I had jogged with Jace on several occasions late at night, so I was well aware of his routine.

  I knew that he jogged by the same sorority house every weeknight around the same time. He had a couple of girls who sometimes invited him in for a workout that had nothing to do with jogging. With him distracted by potential pussy, this was a perfect time to confront him about the threatening notes and the sex tape.

  Sure enough, Jace came jogging by the bush I was waiting behind, his feet lightly hitting the pavement. I waited, and as soon as he got near, I jumped out in front of him. “Surprise, motherfucker.”

  Upon seeing me, Jace ran onto the opposite lawn, but he tripped several steps in. By the time I got to him, he was already on his feet, but it didn’t matter. I collided into him with a grunt, knocking him onto the lawn.

  We rolled around in the grass, grunting and growling at each other. Jace managed to get several glancing blows to my right cheek and break free.