by Jamie Knight
I hoped he was right. At this point I just wanted there to be some light at the end of the tunnel.
Chapter Sixteen - Tracianne
The days dragged on. I didn’t see Phil for two days. Two days!
It felt like everyone was avoiding me. Things kind of broke down, I guess. We all got so bored living in the house non-stop. I was pretty sure Daphene and dad were having their own sex sessions in the master bedroom.
Ew. Old people sex!
I was never good at being alone. When I was little, being an only child, I’d sometimes cried if it rained. Because that meant none of my friends could come over or I couldn’t go to them. Dad would sometimes reluctantly take me and then it would be better, but not always.
And at night, at home alone, I’d get really scared. I mean, I knew my parents were somewhere in the house, but I’d still be scared. It felt so maddening to be alone. It’s like you’re going crazy because you have no one to talk to. I guess that must be how prisoners feel in isolation.
At one point, I thought I spotted Phil. He was rushing out of the kitchen. I jogged after him, but by the time I realized it he was upstairs, his door shut and locked. I burst into tears. It wasn’t fair!
Despite all my talks with Ryan, I still thought about Phil. I know that sounds awful. I felt like now I was dating Ryan and by thinking about Phil, I was cheating. But I couldn’t take this loneliness.
For a few hours, I tried listening to music, but I had to stop. Happy music just made me more annoyed and sad music--- Appropriate for the theme--- Just made me cry. I tried watching stuff on Netflix, but I couldn’t get into it. I found myself sitting on the couch, unable to get comfortable.
Then I started looking at the couch and imagining my face squished into the cushions as Phil railed me again.
No! I had to stop doing this to myself. It was torture. Obviously, Phil didn’t want anything to do with me and Ryan was too far away. Maybe I just needed to hang on long enough, then I could fly to Alaska and surprise him.
Part of me was afraid. I hadn’t seen Ryan’s face. What if I wasn’t attracted to him? I mean, part of me felt shallow for thinking that, but everyone has a limit right? What if he was fat or scarred or really short? It’s terrible, I know, but attraction does mean something in a relationship right?
Just because we had chemistry over the phone, didn’t mean we’d have chemistry in real life. At least I could talk to Diamond and Gillian about Ryan. They thought I had made him up. The good part about Ryan was that I didn’t have to tell them he was my stepbrother!
Typically, Diamond said that I had to see what he looked like. Gillian thought the whole thing sounded romantic. It was like a movie where the hero is revealed at the end. That would be nice. I take a flight up to Alaska and Ryan meets me at the airport and I see him in the flesh for the first time.
It’s cold, so I’d have to wear a parka or whatever. I actually scouted out a few online. Some of them get pretty pricey if you want something that’s warm and not too bulky, yet fashionable.
I wasn’t quite sure how to explain Ryan to my dad. Maybe I could just tell him I wanted to go to Alaska on a tour or something. Maybe I could make it part of a college class. Not looking too far down stream, but if I were to move there for Ryan, I’d have to visit a few times to understand what it was like, right?
Then again, I’m really nervous about the whole bears thing. I don’t know if I could get used to that. I’d have to look out every window to make sure there wasn’t a bear. And what if Ryan went out first and got attacked, what would I do? What do you do? Call the police? It probably takes them hours to find you.
I’d have to go out bravely in the snow and fight the bear for my man!
Guns! I’d have to learn how to shoot, right? Ryan probably has plenty of guns. I mean, if he’s constantly under attack by bears and wolves, he needs a gun, right? That’s kind of scary, but I guess I could get used to it. He could take me to the range.
In my head, I saw a handsome hunter in camo gear showing me the ropes on a rifle or a machine gun or whatever. I’d fire the first shot and squeal in surprise and we’d laugh. In no time, I’d be handy with a gun. Then when Dad and Daphene came to visit it, they’d be shocked that I was so handy and confident.
I wouldn’t be like Daphene at all. Poor thing. I think she’d wither and die without my dad around. Maybe it’s this whole crisis that’s causing her to break down. No wonder she and Dad spend so much time together. He’s probably spending the whole time building her self-esteem back up.
Sex will do that for you.
I got out my phone to text Ryan and hesitated. Was this long distance relationship healthy? Was it a relationship at all?
It was more of a friendship, just chatting, and I wasn’t really into him. I was into Phil even though I didn’t want to have to admit it.
Maybe being cooped up for so long, I was building stuff up in my head that wasn’t true. For all I knew, Ryan was a lonely old man who started texting me. I didn’t ask for a picture, but getting a fake one would be easy enough, so it’d probably be pointless.
They say there are a lot of scammers out there too. Could Ryan be trying to con me all this time? That would be awful! Oh! I’d be so mad!
Gillian told me she knew a guy that got conned out of a lot of money through an online dating service. I could totally see that happening to guys. Some thirsty dude sees a pretty face and goes nuts, but wasn’t I just as vulnerable? Was I just as thirsty?
You already slept with your stepbrother, Tracianne. I think you know the answer.
Jeez, looking back, I have to say I have no regrets. Despite all that’s happened and Phil’s behavior, those no denying the sex was mind-blowing. Whoever I end up with, he’s definitely raised the bar.
Of course, I hadn’t been with a lot of guys. Was Phil special or just really great at sex? These are definitely things I wish I didn’t have to ask myself about my step brother.
I really wished I could find a guy who was as good at sex as Phil was, without it being my step brother. And personality wise, he could be more like Ryan. I mean, Phil could be funny, and fun. But he could also be an ass. And he had been so mopey lately.
Now that I knew the true Phil--- The angry, distant Phil? No thanks.
Although I guess, when you look at it, it was all the anger that made the sex great. Damn, that’s going to be hard to replicate if that’s true. How could I love someone and be mad at them at the same time to keep the sex good?
Life is so confusing! I’ve had way too much time to think about all this. I should’ve been back at school, going to class and hanging out with Diamond and Gillian. Then I could hear about Diamond’s sexcapades and not have any myself. Living vicariously through her, that was less risky.
Part of me, deep down, really wanted to tell Diamond. If only so I could finally have the last word on a story! She’d never be able to top having sex with my stepbrother! Especially the wild, passion fueled night we shared. God, it doesn’t even seem real anymore after all the time that’s passed.
I checked my phone. Ryan was still online. It was time to take this to the next level.
“Hey, Ryan,” I texted. “Miss you.”
“You miss me? You just talked to me a few hours ago!”
“I know, but I wish you were here,” I said, crying a little. “I’m feeling so lonely today!”
“What if I could come and see you?”
“Ryan, I don’t know if you can,” I texted back, my heart racing. “No one is flying now. They’re still in lockdown everywhere here.”
“What if I was already here?”
“What? I don’t understand. Are you going to send me a picture or something?”
Ryan sent a picture. It was just of his legs crossed. He was sitting in a chair and I recognized the pattern of the rug. Wait a minute…
“Come downstairs,” he texted. “We have to finish our game of strip poker.”
Furious, I stormed into the basement.
&nbs
p; Chapter Seventeen - Phil
Well, here she comes. I hope she’s not too mad I lied to her. It was the only way. Tracianne does not have a poker face. My God, she should’ve seen herself coming down to breakfast that morning. Dead giveaway.
Tracianne ran down the steps and I stood up. For a second, I thought she was going to jump into my arms and kiss me. She slapped me in the face as hard as she could. Guess I deserved that.
“Why?!” she cried. “Why did you put me through that?!”
“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “But you’re a terrible actress. Before you came downstairs that morning, your dad was asking me questions about noises he heard that night. I made up some bullshit story about being in the basement because I heard a noise. You came down beaming. I had to knock you down.”
“It was so mean!” she whined.
“I know, I know,” I said. “I’m really sorry. Trust me, if you had seen it from my perspective, you would’ve been on board.”
“I would’ve never given you up, Phil,” she swore. “I would’ve said anything to protect you!”
“Trace, no offense, but you’re a little emotional these days,” I said gingerly. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed.”
She nodded with tears welling up in her eyes. She started crying and buried her face in my chest. I guided her back down to the couch and she cried in my arms for a good ten minutes. Finally, I got her a tissue, and she blew her nose. Composing herself, we started talking again.
“Don’t do that to me again, Phil,” she demanded. “If you do that to me again, we’re through.”
“Fair enough,” I replied.
With the air cleared, we sat back on the couch.
“I feel like I got to know a whole new person or a whole new you, with Ryan,” she said. “How do you know so much about Alaska?”
“I was reading entries from Wikipedia while we were chatting,” I admitted. “Seemed pretty realistic, right? The bears and wolves.”
“Yeah, I was totally prepared to run away to Alaska and be with Ryan,” she admitted.
“Really?” I laughed.
“Yeah. Mostly to just get away from the temptation of hooking up with you again.”
“So I guess, technically, now you have no choice but to hook up with me again.”
She blushed and started kissing me. It started to get hot and heavy, so I pulled back.
“What? What’s wrong?” she asked.
“The question is, can we make this work?” I stated. “Cards on the table here. What’s your dad’s reaction going to be? I have to think he’ll lose his mind.”
“He doesn’t have to know,” she assured.
“He almost figured it out on the first night, Trace,” I pointed out. “He’s no dummy. If we start this up on the reg, he’s gonna sense it. My mother too. She knows me better than anyone else. It wasn’t easy to fool her. She asked me questions later too.”
“Like what?”
“She asked me if I was seeing anyone at school? Had I been texting a new girl? That kind of thing,” I related. “It’s not that they knew anything, it’s just that they sensed a shift in both of us. If this is going to work and we’re going to hide it, we have to be very, very careful.”
“What if we didn’t hide it? We’re not doing anything wrong,” she pointed out.
“Doesn’t matter when it comes to emotion. Plus we’re trapped in here during the pandemic,” I noted. “That’s another whole element to keep track of.”
“Speaking of which, is this lockdown going to end ever?” she asked. “Now they’re saying the economy could collapse.”
“That is true,” I agreed. “It’s not looking good for the economy. Millions of people already lost their jobs. Food prices are going up. It could get very, very bad.”
She nuzzled into me and for a long time we just sat there. At some point, we leaned over and went to sleep together on the couch.
I was awakened several minutes later by the most amazing feeling. Looking down, Tracianne had opened up my pants, stripped off all her clothes and was sucking on my cock. My God, she was an angel with those lips!
“Are you sure this is okay with you?” I asked, feeling obligated to.
She nodded, then proceed to lick down my shaft and start sucking on my balls. Holy Mother of Christ! This chick is amazing.
“Does that feel good, baby?” she whispered.
“Holy fuck, yes!” I replied.
“This feels so right to me,” she said, slurping on my balls. “You took my virginity. Wanna take it again?”
Shit. She was a virgin? Oh, man. She was in love with me! Daddy is definitely going to stomp me to death if he ever finds out. Right now though, I couldn’t give a shit. Her tongue was moving everywhere on my scrotum. She was so good at this, and made everything feel so amazing.
Oh, my God, she just kept sucking on me. I mean, I’ve been hard before but not like this. It took every ounce of my strength not to shoot jizz across her forehead and across the room. Finally, unable to take it anymore, I got up, threw off my clothes and put her down on the couch.
“Oh, God, I’ve been waiting for this,” she cooed. “I want it so bad. Give it to me good, Phil. Fuck me like you did before, please?”
Jesus, I almost came right there. I had her ankles in the air and I slowly entered her pussy. God, it was so wet and hot. It was mind-blowing the amount of heat I was feeling.
Her tight walls gripped me and as I got my stroke going, I could feel her muscles pulling me back in. It was like they were sucking on me as hard as her mouth.
I just started fucking her as fast and as hard as I could. I was a fucking animal. Sucking on her tits, grabbing them and ramming her hot box over and over again. She started quivering and I could feel the warm rush of her hot juices on my cock. I couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Uhn!” I grunted, overcome for a moment. “Holy shit!”
I came and kept cumming. It was like my very essence was being drained into her body. It was so intense, so amazing that I felt lightheaded. I staggered on the floor of the basement a bit, almost tipping over. I steadied myself on the back of the couch as I unloaded my balls deep into her pussy.
“Ahh! Ahhh! Ahh!” she moaned, shuddering with her entire body. “Oh, God! Oh, God! It’s so good! So good!”
I was spent for a few minutes. During that time, we started passionately kissing one another. I couldn’t get enough. Her warm body against mine--- The skin on skin contact was electric.
Within minutes, I was ready for another round. Soon, she was on all fours on the couch. I had her hair in my hands, pulling her head back as I fucked her doggie style. She had an expression on her face of absolute joy and really dug the hair pulling. She arched her back just right and I could feel my cock go even deeper into her warm crevice.
This time, I was slapping her ass--- Going in balls deep. We were like two animals that needed constant fucking and sucking. I honestly believed that in that moment, if our parents came into the room--- We would not have stopped until both of us came.
Water started streaming down her thighs and she was crying tears of joy. Again, her whole body quivered and sensation made me erupt inside her again. I could feel my jet of jism shoot into her from behind. God, the feeling was just so amazing. Was this how it was supposed to be all the time?
I wanted nothing more than this. I think we both did. Again, we found ourselves on the couch making out, fondling each other intensely--- Just passing the time until I could start fucking her again. We were soaked in sweat, like we’d been out jogging and I don’t think either one of us was concerned about the noise we were making.
Nothing was off limits with Tracianne. Her whole body was up for grabs and we did everything. We did different positions, different holes and our mouths and tongues roamed everywhere on each other bodies.
Finally, after hours of just raw animal sex, we found ourselves panting on the couch again. Exhausted, we both feel asleep, the well earned rest.
When we awoke, we knew we had to get out of the basement. But there was a new deal forming. We were definitely going to fuck now. This was a given. Ryan was gone.
Chapter Eighteen - Tracianne
From that night forward we spent most of our time trying to come up with new ways to hook up in the house. Obviously, there were rare times when the parents left, but that was increasingly rare. The news was still telling everyone to stay home, even as business owners demanded to reopen.
Fortunately, we lived in a big house. Our usual move was to upstairs and pretend to go to each other’s rooms, when actually we were going in the same room. Dad was working online and Daphne was prepping dinner. This was the perfect time for a quickie in my bed. With both bedroom doors closed, they weren’t the wiser.
One time, dad came upstairs looking for me while I was in Phil’s room. When he didn’t find me in my room, he knocked on Phil’s door.
“Hey, Phil,” he asked. “Have you seen Tracianne? I need help with my computer.”
“No,” he responded, trying not to laugh.
“All right, well if you talk to her, send her down.”
“Sure thing,” he responded, as I went down on Phil.
Part of the excitement was that we might get caught. I have to say, that enhanced the experience. Daphene came looking for Phil while I was giving him a blowjob in my room. He had a pained expression as he tried not to cum, while I licked his cock and responded to his mother through the door.
“Tracianne? Have you seen Phil?”
“No, I can’t say I have,” I replied, deepthroating him.
“Well, I need him to take out the trash and I’ve been all over the house,” she relayed.
I came up for air. Drool was running down his erect penis and my chin. I continued to tickle his balls with my fingers.
“I’m sure he’s around,” I replied. “If I see him, I’ll tell him to come…to you.”
I immediately went to work licking the head of Phil’s penis, concentrating on the tip and the sensitive part, the hole. He erupted in a fountain of jism that shot up onto my face and into my hair.