But what he didn't know was that it was too late. I had already missed my period. I hadn’t told anyone the good news, not even Jake. I lightly traced my fingertips along my stomach as my father spoke. I knew this wasn’t good for the baby, stress was the last thing it needed. I let him rant and rave without ever saying a word. Eventually the decision was made. Jake and I both had to return to school in just a few weeks; we were expected to go back early. I knew things wouldn’t go how he wanted. I wasn’t going to part with the love of my life.
That night Jake was quiet, he hadn’t said much either when my dad made his decision. I stood in the doorway and watched as he slowly packed his things.
“Come in here and talk to me Jane,” he invited.
I went inside, eager to get things off of my chest and to tell him about the baby.
“I have something I need to tell you.” My eyes darted reflexively to the floor as I spoke. I wasn’t ashamed, or at least, I didn’t think I was. I struggled to organize my thoughts to go on.
“Jane, let me speak first, because I am pretty sure I am thinking the same thing.” His soft eyes stared into mine.
“It’s been an amazing summer, and honestly, part of me wishes that it never had to end. But we both have to be realistic. We need to get back to school, get our lives on track. I am only a year out from graduating and I don’t want to lose sight of what’s important. I am sure we will see each other again eventually, but we need to move on.”
The knot inside of me had tightened as he spoke and I lost my nerve. He didn’t want to lose sight of what was important, but what about me? Was I not important? I could feel the tears welling in my eyelids but I somehow managed to push back my emotions. I had lost my nerve and I just couldn’t tell him. I should never have trusted him, he was just like every other guy I’d ever met. They wanted someone to screw, and if you let them, they’d do it in every way possible. I nodded in agreement and left him to finish packing, alone.
Back at college things were different. My body was different, my emotions were different, even my friends were different. Nobody understood why I had become such a basket case, or why I was gaining an inordinate amount of weight.
Depression had a hold on me, as I struggled to see a bright future for my son, who would grow up without a father. When my dad and step-mom learned the truth, I knew they would shun me. Worse, I expected they would shun the baby as well.
It had been nearly nine months now, and the friends who had stuck around seemed to be dropping off left and right. They liked to party and play, and not the kind that you would be doing with a child. So when I went into labor, it was no surprise that I found myself entirely alone. I packed my car with the things I had previously set aside for the birth. I waited in the drivers seat for the next contraction, knowing that the hospital was just ten minutes away. Since the contractions were still twelve minutes apart, I thought I would have just enough time to get there safely between them.
I quickly realized that I was wrong, as I merged onto highway five and pain racked my body. I cringed, holding the steering wheel with all of my might. My face contorted with the pain and I struggled to keep my eyes open. There was nowhere to pull off, nowhere to stop. I had to continue, I had to make it, for the baby. I felt a sudden whoosh of fluid coating my legs and thighs. I looked down, terrified by the unexpected wetness.
“It’s just your water Jane. Get it together, you’re almost there.” I redirected my eyes to the road but realized instantly that it was too late. I closed my eyes as the car slammed into the taillights aglow in front of me. Everything was suddenly dark.
Before I ever regained consciousness I could hear the beeping of machines and the low muffled voices that surrounded me. My body wouldn’t respond as I pleaded with my eyes to open. I was scared, and I could think of nothing but the baby. I couldn’t feel him inside of me anymore and each time I came and went in this pseudo-aware state, I feared that I had lost him.
It seemed like years before my eyes finally opened. I groggily stared into the room before I could make out the shape of a man in the window, looking out. It was Jake. He was looking at the floor with his arms crossed, and I feared that only bad news could come from such a solemn scene.
“Jake…my baby?” I choked, tears streaming down as I feared the answer.
Jake spun, surprised on his face as he saw that I was awake. He began to speak but I paid him no attention my eyes met with the tiny bundle that he held close to his chest. It was the baby, my baby, my Jacob. I slowly lifted my arms, tears still falling lightly onto the bundle as Jake placed that baby into my arms. I inspected him, each finger, each toe, his beautiful blue eyes.
“He’s beautiful. Absolutely perfect.” Jake said as stood nearby, stroking my hair softly.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone Jane? Is he… Mine?”
I looked up, seeing the pain that was in his eyes. The pain of having been kept in the dark.
“I never would have suggested that we part. I never wanted to leave you Jane.” His lips met with mine and he softly kissed the bruises on my face.
“I want to be here for the baby, and for you. I have never felt anything like what I am feeling now. My baby… Our baby, he is absolutely perfect and nothing I have ever done in life has seemed so perfect as this.” Jake knelt down beside me and looked into my eyes.
“Please Jane, say that you’ll be with me forever, say that you’ll marry me.”
In his hands he held a simple golden band, but to me, it was the most beautiful thing, next to my baby, that I had ever seen. We were going to be a family, and the future was ours to build. Happy, healthy, and deeply in love.
Step-Brother; Hard Lessons
My mother and father walked into the dining room where I was silently brooding. Dad gave me a hug and warned me to be careful and to make sure I always kept the door locked. He then gave me twenty dollars and stepped out into the garage with their luggage.
“Bye dad.” I called listlessly.
"Oh I'm so glad your stepbrother will be here to keep an eye on you. You can never be too careful." My mother said with genuine concern.
It was ridiculous we lived in the suburbs for God sakes. There was even a guard station that was manned twenty-four seven. I scowled at her.
"Yeah mom, tons to worry about.”
Closing the door behind them, I went and sat down in front of the television. I flip to the station until I found my favorite. I still couldn't believe he was here; I have a whole summer planned. Angie was coming; she’d be here in three days. Now we had my cocky stepbrother to deal with.
"Hey sis." Ty said grabbing the remote control and turning the channel.
"I was watching that, Turn it back.”
"No way, remember what mom said, I'm in charge." He said with a smug look on his face as he turned on a college football game.
" Fuck you." He was such an ass.
"Mellow out sis, we have the whole summer for you to get worked up." He grinned at me as he pulled out a bong from beside the couch.
I couldn't believe it. We had both tried pot once at a party, but I thought that was the only time. On top of that, our dad was a cop. If he were caught he’d never hear the end of it. He drew a deep breath and stifled cough as the flame ignited the bowl. I watched curiously as he held his breath, finally releasing, a plume of smoke. His body relaxed, leaning back into the couch next to me. Just as I was about to protest, he lifted the device in my direction.
"I don't do that! And neither should you. What would dad say?”
He took another rip, this time, leaning in close to my face. I suddenly felt flush; his face was so close to mine. I wanted to pull away, but his breath was too strong. His lips puckered and for a second I thought he was going to kiss me. But in the next moment, he slowly released the thick smoke into my nostrils. I tried to hold my breath, but he held his until I inhaled again. I felt the rush almost instantly; it had been nearly a year since I smoked. He released his grip on my face grin
ning.
He had been this way since he moved in with us. Always sneaking around and partying, having girls over late at night, and yet somehow, my mother saw him as a saint. She always told me that I should be more like my stepbrother. I once got caught during high school. The cops broke up a party that I had been at. I was completely sober and it wasn’t even ten at night. Mom grounded me for a whole month just for being there. He, on the other hand, was practically out of control, and never once was reprimanded.
Even now he had a reputation. He was out of state now that he’d been recruited on a football scholarship, but the girls still talked about him. They treated me like it was my fault that they had let my brother fuck them. A lot of girl’s thought he might even be gay, but me, I doubted it, he was just an asshole who never got bored of a conquest. Besides, the girls were practically lining up to drop their panties, what guy wouldn’t give them what they wanted. I knew why they liked him. He was tall, athletic, attractive, and full of himself in a way that made you want to be around him. But the fact was, he didn’t care about anyone but himself.
“How’s it feel sis?” He asked. His hand was gripping my leg at the knee as his glazed over eyes stared into mine. His grip pulsed a few times as his chin popped forward at me questioningly.
I blushed red as I glanced down at his fingers. I felt a dull buzzing where his hand touched me. It was awkward—for one, I was feeling buzzed from the second-hand bong rip, and he was a full-grown man now. It seemed eerily inappropriate.
“I…”
He saw my eyes bouncing from his face to his hand and he chuckled as he realized my discomfort.
“What’s wrong sis?” He asked, feigning innocence.
I knew he wanted me to tell him what I was thinking as I stared speechlessly down at his face and his grip on my knee. If I told him, he would make fun of me. Worse, I would probably have to deal with him prodding and teasing me all summer. I wouldn’t give him the pleasure.
“It’s just been a long time since I smoked—You want anything to drink?” I asked, pressing myself forward and off the couch.
“Yeah, get me a beer.”
I took a moment in the kitchen to gather my composure. What was that? And why was my knee still buzzing? I took a beer from the fridge and poured myself some water.
“By the way,” I said, handing him the beer, “Angie is going to be here in three days and she’s staying for a week or so.”
His eyes furrowed momentarily.
“Don’t worry Ty, she is totally over you. She has been dating a guy for like a year now, and she says that he knows how to get off.” I laughed as I thought about her ranting.
She was as into Ty as the rest of the girls he’d run through in town, but she was a good friend of mine and when she finally got over being hurt she’d grown cold towards him. She said he never once came. She said that other girls had told her that he never came, but I didn’t care much to hear the details of my stepbrother’s sex life.
“What’s that supposed to mean? It’s not my fault she can’t fuck. Besides, she wasn’t complaining when she’d cum three times in a night.” He threw back his head and took a swig from the bottle.
“You all are fucking nuts. You complain left and right that guys never get you off, and then you complain when they do. A guy can’t win.” He laughed, shaking his head.
“So it’s true what all the girls said about you? That you can’t cum, that you don’t even like girls?” I teased him, trying to frustrate him. Maybe if I were annoying enough he would leave me to my television.
“Fuck you. Besides, one day you’ll be begging for a guy like me. One that doesn’t blow his load the second his dick gets wet.”
I smirked, knowing that he was getting irritated. “Really though, it’s okay if you want to be honest with me, besides, we could go pick up guys together if you would just be honest.”
“Right, sis. You want me to prove it?” His eyes suddenly grew darker as he glared at me.
“I’m going to fucking prove it.” He said vehemently. Throwing back the rest of the beer and suddenly slamming it down onto the table beside him.
Who did he think he was kidding? Angie had a boyfriend, she wouldn’t fuck him even if he tried, or at least, I didn’t think she would. Besides, even if he did “prove” it, that didn’t change the fact that every girl in town said he couldn’t get off having sex with a woman. Clearly, something was wrong with him.
“Sorry to say it dearest brother, but even if you do manage to convince Angie to fuck you, it won’t disprove anything, you’d probably just fake it anyhow.” I smiled my sweetest smile, knowing that he would storm off any second now and that I would have the downstairs to myself.
“Not to her Lacey. I’m going to prove it to you. There is NOTHING wrong with my dick.” His hand reached down at his jeans and he unzipped himself.
My eyes were wide with surprise and I was speechless at his threats. He had won; I was going to be the one leaving him to the downstairs. No. It wasn’t like he was going to actually do anything; he was just being an ass like always. A second after I got up to leave he’d have started laughing, and he’d have held it over me all summer, constantly threatening to prove himself whenever he wanted to irritate me. Screw that. I would call his bluff. I wasn’t leaving.
I grabbed the remote and changed the channel back to my show, ignoring him. He wasn’t going to do shit and I knew it. I was watching the screen, but in the corner of my eye I could see his hand was still moving. I ignored him; sure he was just giving me shit. A low groan escaped him and I couldn’t divert my eyes any longer. There was no way, just no way. I glanced at him quickly, expecting him to be faking.
“What are you doing?” I screamed in disbelief. He was rubbing himself right next to me! And on top of that, he was aroused. I could see the bulge that was growing between his thighs. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t help myself. It was vulgar and wrong, and I should have left, but I couldn’t.
His dick popped straight up as he pulled his underwear aside. His fingers wrapped around the base and he gave the shaft several quick tugs. I shouldn’t have been staring at him, but I was in utter disbelief, and besides that, it was huge! I had seen other guys before, and none of them, not even the biggest ones compared. I wondered how I would ever get my lips around it. I shook my head trying to shake the thought from my brain. I should have been disgusted, irritated, freaked out, instead here I was, thinking about how I would go about sucking him off.
“Are you going to sit there, or do you want to help?” Ty asked, a shiny droplet of pre-cum forming at the head of his cock.
“Come on sis, I want to show you just how well my dick works.”
Reaching out his hand touched my knee again and I let out a little yelp. I could feel the tingle of the unfamiliar touch, and now, as my mind had been focused on his thick cock, the feeling spread farther than just my legs. I held myself still, unable to get the courage to either run or engage him. How was this even happening? We fought constantly, and not once had I ever considered him as anything but my brother. Stepbrother. My sub conscience reminded me. It wasn’t like we were blood…
I looked down at his grip on my knee. He was stroking his dick and he was touching me. I hadn’t moved, hadn’t stopped him, so it shouldn’t have been such a surprise when his fingers began tracing up my thighs. He stopped just short of my pussy, and I felt myself beginning to ache, the buzz of desire toying with my better judgment. His hand dove between my thighs and his fingers massaged the sensitive flesh. Reaching over to me he grabbed my hand and I reluctantly allowed him to place my small hand around his cock. It was warm, and I could feel the lube of his own juices at the head.
“Like this.” He growled, working my hand just below the angry red tip of his cock.
I could see his abs tense as he released his grip on my hand and my hand moved on its own volition. The space between my thighs had grown wet, and as Ty pressed his palm against my thin cotton shorts he let out
a lustful moan.
“Damn… You are so wet sis.”
His fingers scooped the fabric of my shorts aside and I gasped as his fingers traced my slit. My hips reflexively humped the strong fingers and I strengthened the grip I had on his cock.
“And tight…” Ty said grinning as his fingers slid slowly inside of me, making me pant.
“Are you still a virgin?” Ty asked incredulously.
Suddenly he pulled his fingers free and used his wet fingers to lube the head of his cock. I wanted him back inside of me.
“Don’t stop.” I whispered.
“Don’t stop what sis?” He eyed me, his hands at his thighs.
“Shut up.” I called back, giving his cock three meaningful tugs.
“Maybe I do know, but I want you to beg me for it.” His face leaned in close to mine and our lips met in a moment of passion.
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