I slip my panties back on, my bra, shirt and sweatpants. “You can turn around now,” I announce to Jake.
Jake spins around slowly. Still drenched my cotton shirt clings to my saturated bra. My nipples round and hard, pierce through. I tame my pulsating pussy by squeezing my cheeks together.
I can’t believe I am feeling this way. Perhaps it’s from almost dying. That must surely be it.
“So why did you want to see me?” I asked Jake.
Jake takes a step closer and grabs my hand. “I know you’ve been having a rough time of it. Though I don’t know why.”
He blushes, “You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.” After a nervous laugh, he continues, “I’m heading back to campus, and I want you to come with me. I’ll show you the sites, take you to a party. Maybe you’ll want to enroll. You certainly have the grades for it.”
After a moment of thought, “Sure,” I said, “Why not.”
Jake responds, “Great! Your mom has already packed you a bag. I have it in my car. Let’s go.”
“Now?” I said in a raised voice, a bit surprised at how fast things were progressing. “Why not now?” he asked.” “We can call AAA and have them tow your car back to the house. Cool?”
“Cool,” I said, when I really meant, oh shit. I’ve gone from sixty to zero, back to sixty in the span of thirty minutes. I came here thinking I had nothing left, and now I’m leaving with my stepbrother, a man so damn hot I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.
All I felt towards him was anger and resentment for having it all, which left me with so little. So why is he so nice to me now?
I’ve never shown him any kindness. In fact, it’s been quite the opposite. I’ve gone out of my way to ignore him, skip his games and eat dinner in my room to avoid him and his father.
I even left a few nails in the driveway to puncture his tire after he came back home from some A-list beach bonfire. But that backfired. Instead of puncturing his tire, it punctured my moms.
We walk to his car, and sure enough I see my suitcase in his back seat. He opens my car door for me. I stand there wondering what the hell he’s doing; wondering if he wanted to get something out the front seat first.
“Haven’t you had a man open a car door for you before?” I said no. I’m so used to just climbing in. I had no idea Jake was so damn old-fashioned.
But I have to admit, I like it. I like feeling special.
I roll down the window and stick my head out; the same way Buttons does it. My wet hair clings to my shoulders. I try to brush it back with my fingers, but I just make more of a mess of things.
Jake reaches over my lap and brushes past my inner thighs before he opens the glove box. “Look inside,” he tells me. I do and find a comb. I use it to tame my tangled curls.
“I’ve always loved your hair,” Jake confides as we make our way down the road. “The way your curls bounce up and down, reminds me of… never mind.”
Jake blushes and tries to change the subject. I’ve never seen him embarrassed before.
But now I am curious, “Reminds you of what, Jake?” Jake takes his eyes off the road for a moment as he stares into my eyes with a deep piercing stare; the type of stare that curls your toes and wets your panties. His eyes jump from my chest to my eyes and back again.
“Reminds me of how a woman looks when she’s on top of you, straddling you… sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
I reassure Jake that it’s okay and that I wasn’t offended. In fact, I was aroused. I pictured myself as that woman straddling him as he drove.
Jake calls me by my name, and it feels like the first time that I’ve heard it. “Sidney.” I had no idea my name could sound so romantic, and flow off the tongue like honey.
“Sidney, you tried to kill yourself tonight. That is serious. I have no idea if you would have gone through with it or not. But you took the first step. I have no business… I don’t want to take advantage of you or the situation.”
Take advantage? Jake had no idea. If it were not for him, I would not be feeling more alive than I do now. I had no idea what it was to feel something for a guy; I mean really feel something; a stirring in your soul and bones… until tonight.
I wanted Jake so bad I oozed estrogen.
I peeled my shirt collar from my still damp chest to dry my shirt. At least that is what I wanted Jake to believe.
I wanted to give him a glimpse of my breasts. I wanted him to start fantasizing as to what it would be like to be together.
Jake smiled at me and my lousy attempt to be coy. “What are you doing?” he asks.
I tell him I’m not trying to do anything, that I’m just sitting there minding my own business. But Jake knew the truth. I had to let him know that I was more than interested and that he would not be taking advantage of me.
“I need a dry shirt,” I announce to Jake. I peel off my top as he watches from his side-eye. I let the shirt fall to the ground as I turn around and reach for my suitcase in the back seat.
I make sure that my ass is near his face as I reach in the back. I take my time searching for a shirt.
At first Jake pretends not to notice. But then he can’t help himself. He takes his right hand and gently massages my closest cheek. I pretend not to notice as I rummage through my suitcase.
Jake makes an attempt to cover his arousal, but he is unsuccessful. I hear a few moans as he reaches towards my stomach and slowly unties my sweatpants string.
I shutter with anticipation as his fingers run along the waistband of my sweatpants before he ventures inside them with his fore and index finger.
I’m bent over as he widens my legs. I oblige. He takes his fingers and slowly walks them down toward by curly-cue bush that matches my hair.
His fingers tease my clit as I begin to rock in ecstasy. I so want his fingers to go inside me, but I don’t say a word. He playfully bites my ass before he plunges his fingers inside me, just past his knuckles.
I squeal in excitement as he makes me wet. He rhythmically pulls his fingers in and out, in and out until I am about to explode. He removes his fingers and yanks my sweatpants down to reveal my panties.
He slips his fingers in my panties and runs them along my crack. He pulls my panties down as he sucks his fingers dry before playfully parting my anus wide enough for a quick lick with his tongue.
The car swerves to the right; we almost leave the road as we spray gravel along the side of the embankment. That only arouses us more.
I put it out of my mind who Jake is. He’s not related to me by blood, so it’s okay if I have to have him inside me; stepbrother or not. At least, that’s what I tell myself.
I’ve never had anyone tongue me in the backside before. I’m not sure if I like it or not. It caught me off guard. But I am so aroused by his touch and his tongue, that Jake could do just about anything to me, and I’d let him.
I wonder if he’ll push the limit again? Would I be ready for that? I don’t know.
A trucker passes by and honks at us in approval. Jake shows off my licking my ass.
Jake uses his free hand to completely remove my sweatpants but keeps my panties on. I wonder what he has in mind.
He massages my crotch over my panties as I rock and twist back and forth trying to get a deeper massage and in hopes his fingers will find their way back inside my panties.
God, can this be happening? Jake, the stepbrother that I loathed, I now want to screw? And not just screw, screw hard.
I’m not kidding myself. Neither one of us would call this making love. It’s lust and desire, pure and simple.
I’ve only just thought of Jake in this way all of an hour. I wonder how long he has wanted me? Was it just a spit-second decision like mine was? Or has he been planning this all along?
Right now I don’t care.
Jake runs his finger along the elastic of my panties and fingers my clit once again. This never gets old! But I decide it’s time to make some moves of my own.
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br /> I move back to the passenger seat and unhook my bra and remove it. I toss it in the back seat. I sit next to him in silence, topless, letting him take me all in.
Some women are embarrassed about their bodies; even if they’re a ten. Not me.
I’d consider myself a seven, maybe an eight. But I own that seven or eight. It’s me… take it or leave it.
Jake likes what he sees. He has to wipe away a bit of drool from the corner of his mouth.
I cup my breasts and move my hands in slow motion over every inch of my 36C’s.
Jake reaches for a breast, yet I pull away. I want him just to watch for now and anticipate what’s to come.
I suck on my index finger, then trace the outside of my nipples. I’ve never seen them so raised and at attention.
I arch my back and squirm in my seat. Jake can’t take it any longer. He reaches over once again cups my breast for a moment before his hand slides down my abdomen towards my clit.
I spread my legs open as Jake walks his fingers inside my panties and inside me once again. Only this time he’s intent on making me come.
“Ahhhh. Ummmm. Yessss. God, Yesss,” I manage to utter as he beats me into submission.
I erupt from pleasure moments later.
But I’m not even close to finishing.
I climb over and sit on his lap, facing him. He keeps his eyes on the road in between licking and sucking my nipples.
I press myself against him as I feel his rock hard cock come alive as if a snake striking at a moving object.
I reach between our legs and unzip his pants to reveal his tidy whities. I pull down on his waistband to release his engorged member.
Funny how I never imagined what he looked like naked before. Stupid me.
It was full, hard, pink and inviting. I lick my fingers and stroke him, but not too much. I want him to come inside of me, not the car. I want his warm jizz to shoot up inside me like a pump-action rifle.
I swear Jake’s moans could be heard in the next county over.
I dry hump Jake like a schoolgirl. That’s all that I did my teen years. Dry humping gives me a flutter of an orgasm.
Reminds me of the time Marty and I went into the woods. I was 13, and he was 17. He wanted to go all the way, yet I was too scared. So instead he taught me how to dry-hump him until we both orgasmed.
He would try to slip his fingers up my dress and into my panties. I stopped him almost always. But there is no way I plan on pumping the breaks with Jake.
While I’m sitting on top of his member, I move my hips in a circular motion which brings us both close to the edge.
I then pull my panties to the side to expose my bush and clit.
I raise up and take his cock and rub it against my bush. God that feels good.
I wanted to prolong this as long as possible. But I don’t know if I have that type of discipline. I gently sit down a few inches and encapsulate his tip inside me.
I pulsate and vibrate from the top of my head to the tip of my toes before I slowly sit down further until Jake is totally inside me. He bites his lips and kisses my neck.
I shift my hips to the right ever so slightly. Jake squeals. I move my hips sharply to the left. Jake wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in closer.
“What are you doing to me, Sidney?” Jake mumbles.
“Ahhh, auhhh,” Jake utters into my ear.
I can feel his balls up against me as I move up and down in slow motion. The sensation is explosive. I vocalize my pleasure as I tighten my clit for more friction.
“Ohhh. Ohhh.”
Jake is ready but holds out. I can feel it. I know him.
I bounce up and down faster and faster towards a climax that cannot be contained.
Jake shoots inside me as I squirm from my intense orgasm. The warming sensation coats the inside of me.
Did we just do this, while driving? Seriously?
Jake playfully bites my shoulder and kisses me passionately while he zips himself up.
I climb off of him and back into the passenger seat. I grab my sweats and bra and get dressed.
“Wait,” Jake commands.
I hold my bra in my hand. Jake stares… just stares at me for a moment before he says, “Okay.”
I put my bra back on, my sweats and shirt.
We drive onto campus and Jake pulls into an underground parking lot. I expect us to park near the elevator. But instead, he finds a spot at the end of a very lonely row. It’s dark and silent.
Jake turns the ignition off. He turns to me and orders me to remove my sweatpants. I do as I am told.
“Now your panties, Sidney.” Again, I follow his instructions to the letter.
Jake slides my legs apart with both hands; so far apart he can see the inside of me.
Jake squeezes my inner thighs before he leans down and nibbles the inside of my thigh, towards my clit.
He surveys my insides with both his eyes and fingers before he speaks. I await his tongue.
“Welcome to my world,” Jake announces. “Game?”
“Yes,” I mouthed.
# THE END #
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