by Jamie Knight
“Well, the truth seems to work,” Phil replied. “It worked with you guys. Kind of, anyway.”
“Yes, I suppose that’s true,” she agreed. “Although maybe there’s a way to ease people into it before we tell them you’re expecting and getting married.”
“I don’t think it will be that complicated,” Phil argued. “It’s not like Tracianne and I grew up together as brother and sister.”
“And when you think about it that way, like you said, it makes sense,” I noted. “You were attracted to Richard for his qualities, and Phil is attracted to my qualities for similar reasons.”
“I know, hon,” Daphne said. “We’ll just have to explain it to everyone else like that, too.”
I couldn’t claim to be excited to tell people our situation, but I knew it was just part and parcel of falling in love with my stepbrother.
It would be worth it for a lifetime of happiness and the closeness I felt when I was with him, even if outsiders didn’t understand.
Epilogue
Phil
Six Months Later
I was in the clinic, standing behind the glass window, looking at the baby. We had thought of so many different names, but it was time to pick one. It was going to be tough.
We hadn’t been able to choose one from a lost list of possibilities, because nothing seemed right just yet. So, we decided to wait until the baby arrived to see what the little tyke looked like.
A noise behind me caused me to turn around, and I saw that it was Richard walking into the hall. After he had walked out of the living room that day, he didn’t really talk to us much. He and Tracianne had a few more blowups.
He had a lot of trouble accepting us as a couple. But he seemed to be coming around now, and I guess we had the baby to thank for that. He was a new grandfather, after all.
“Is it okay if I come in and take a look?” he asked humbly.
“Of course,” I said. “Third basinet from the right, top row.”
“Wow,” he said, peering through the window. “I remember looking at Tracianne this way. Congrats, buddy.”
We shook hands. I knew he’d come around eventually. Daughters always have a way of getting their way with their dads.
“How is she?” he asked.
“Doing great,” I responded. “She’s basically healthy. No major complications. She just has a bit of jaundice so they’re keeping her under this light. They said it’s pretty common, though, and nothing to worry about. How about you? How are you doing?”
“I feel like an ass,” he admitted. “I, uh, let this go too far. My pride or whatever. I just don’t know what got into me. I guess you both just surprised me.”
“Look, if it’s any consolation, at first the whole idea was weird and shocking to me, too” I confessed. “I ran through the same thoughts in my head, you know? All the same things you brought up when we told you, because you hadn’t had as much time to get used to it as we had. Thoughts like, who would accept us or reject us? What might people think? And all of that.”
“Yeah. Exactly But then you realize, who cares what people think?” Richard said. “It took me a while, but I got there. I’m glad you two are happy.”
“Thanks, Richard. That means a lot.”
He smiled and nodded a bit and then started to leave.
“Where are you going? Tracianne’s room is that way,” I pointed.
“Oh, I probably shouldn’t go see her right now,” he said, clearly still embarrassed. “She is still recovering from childbirth and I’m likely the last person she wants to talk to.”
“That’s not true at all. She’d be delighted to see you. C’mon,” I said, taking him by the arm. “Let’s start fresh.”
“You’re sure?”
“If the pandemic taught me one thing, it’s the power of the present,” I said. “Besides, Mom’s already in there. We should be a family again.”
“I like that idea.”
He sighed, looking relieved, and we headed the rest of the way to Tracianne’s room together.
“Hey,” I said, entering the room ahead of Richard. “I have a visitor who wants to see you.”
Richard came in then. His body language was a bit sheepish.
“Hey, Princess,” he greeted Tracianne. “Look, I just want to say I’m sorry. I’ve been stubborn through this whole thing and, well, I took it too far.”
“Awww,” said Diamond, who was visiting Tracianne, along with Gillian. “That’s so sweet of him to apologize.”
Both of them had made the trek so that they could meet the baby and support Traci. She had been a bit embarrassed to tell them about our relationship, as I had been with John and Mickey, but all our friends ended up thinking it was pretty inevitable, if not downright cool.
“I told you it would all turn out okay,” Gillian said, patting Tracianne’s shoulder.
“Daddy, it’s fine,” Tracianne assured him tearfully. “I just want a hug.”
He walked over to her hospital bed and wrapped his arms around her and they both cried. Mom cried, too, so I gave her a hug. We really were one big happy family again. All was forgiven.
In Richard’s defense, he didn’t have much to be sorry for. I mean, he never tried to stop us, and he wasn’t that mean to us about it. He just moped around for a good six months until he finally got used to the idea.
And things were looking hopeful on the virus front, too. Our doctor had mentioned they were close to a vaccine and all the riots and extreme lockdowns had finally stopped. People were regaining their senses and life was returning to normal.
The new normal for me and Tracianne was going to be life with the baby. Since we moved out of our parents’ house, we had been prepping our apartment. I was killing myself working and going to school, but it was all worth it.
Family was always worth it.
Tracianne
Three Months Later
Thankfully, the vaccine for the Coronavirus was not only created, but everyone had it readily available. Phil’s job at the radio station as a presenter was more than paying our bills. I was still taking online courses at my old school, which had become a trend now that people realized we could get as good of an education at home as we could on campus.
I missed my friends, but they came to visit pretty often. Phil and I had gotten married in a simple ceremony in our parent’s backyard—yep, that one I had slipped in the grass on when coming to the house I thought I hated. It seemed fitting because it was where we had fallen in love. And we didn’t want a big ordeal due to the pandemic, as well as our, well, rather unique circumstances we didn’t exactly want to broadcast.
Diamond and Gillian were there, of course— Diamond even brought her boyfriend. She had met him at a “speakeasy” and decided to spend the rest of quarantine with him. I guess she had grown up and decided to settle down.
I could only have a handful of visitors in the hospital so she hadn’t brought him, and I was glad to be able to get to meet him at the wedding. Gillian was still single but seemed happy that way, diving into her studies and saying that she was waiting to meet a billionaire one day.
Mickey was Phil’s best man, and John and Zoe were in the wedding, too. They were married two weeks later, and we attended their small ceremony, as well. Our two separate groups of friends had bonded into one happy, bigger group, and life was going well.
Phil got home one night while I was watching Hope sleeping.
We had settled on that name after she was born because it just seemed perfect for her.
“Hey,” Phil whispered, as he took his coat off. “How’s the little babe doing?”
“Tuckered out,” I whispered. “Don’t wake her.”
“Okay, then let’s go into the other room.”
He grabbed me by my hand, pulling me to my feet.
“What are you doing?” I mildly objected. “You just got home from work and you haven’t sanitized.”
“Oo
oh, I’m dirty. Perhaps I need to get clean,” he said playfully. “Care to join me?”
“I’m so tired and yet, yes,” I joked.
I hadn’t been kidding when I had told him he could take me wherever and whenever he wanted. But these last few months had really put that to the test.
For a month we did nothing, of course, since I was still healing. But then we started back up again whenever the baby was sleeping. I felt constantly tired, but I still somehow always had energy left over to turn into his little stepsister slut. Now his little wife slut.
We slipped into the shower. The hot water washed over us as Phil nuzzled my cleavage and I stretched under the steam.
Phil turned me around and said, “I still love that luscious ass of yours,” as he entered me from behind. I steadied myself against the wall of the shower as he plunged his cock deep within me.
I craved his big dick’s magic. He jostled my walls just right and I was soon moaning in ecstasy.
“Oh, yeah!” I gasped. “You make me feel so good. I love your cock so much. I love you.”
“And I love you, my little wife slut,” he said. “And I love to fill your hot little pussy up with my hard cock.”
“Yes! Please,” I urged. “Fill me up, stepbrother husband. It feels so good.”
He exploded inside me and I shuddered. It was exactly what I needed to loosen me up after a long day. But we weren’t done yet. Phil had the stamina of three men. He really could just fuck all night long without much rest in between.
After cleaning up in shower, we checked on Hope. Amazingly, she was fast asleep. She yawned quietly in his own cute way and we decided to have some more fun in the next room with the baby monitor on.
“I’ve got some fun games to play,” Phil announced. “Even better than strip poker.”
He opened a bag of “Bed Straps.” The package proclaimed, “For adult fun in bed!”
“Oooh, kinky,” I said, smiling. “I’ve never been tied up before.”
“Well, get ready.”
I lay down on the bed and Phil tied my legs down as they were open spread-eagle style for him.
“Can you move?” he asked.
“Mmm, not really,” I said, pulling on the ropes. “I can’t get any leverage.”
“I’ll be right back,” he told me, smiling.
He left me in the room for a while. Then some more time passed, and I got annoyed. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he was going to do to me and that made me wet. The waiting made me soaked. I wanted him so bad I was becoming really impatient.
Finally, he came back in the room with a blindfold and put it on me. Then he put a ball gag in my mouth.
I started to say, “Is this really necessary?” but he put the ball in my mouth halfway through the word “really,” which answered that question, I supposed.
Now I was in the dark, breathing through my noise. A few moments passed and then I lost track of time.
I could feel something warm on me. That’s when I realized Phil was breathing on me, but not touching me. His hands traced up and down my body. I tried to reach out to touch him, but he was too fast.
It started to really turn me on, but all I could do was make noises through the ball gag. I soon found myself moaning, although he hadn’t even touched me yet.
This was definitely going on the list of things we could do to pass the time if we ever had to quarantine again.
Just when I thought I was going to go crazy— I was actually trying to slip out of my restraints just so I could remove my gag and demand he fuck me— Phil’s tongue touched my clit. He started licking it and then sucking on it in that way he knew I loved.
I came so much, growling and moaning into the mask. I lifted my lower half off the bed, writhing under the feeling, as a jet of my pussy juices shot into his face.
If the gag had been off, I think I would have screamed loud enough not just to wake up Hope, but also the whole damn neighborhood. It was the deepest and most satisfying orgasm I had ever had and all the while, Phil continued to eat me out as I gushed right into his face and squirmed on the bed.
After what seemed like an eternity of licking my dripping cunt, he removed the restraints and the rest of the contraptions. I grabbed him, threw him down on the bed and immediately sat on his cock.
I was a beast! I had to fuck him right then and there in that moment. Bouncing up and down on his cock, I gripped him with the walls of my pussy. I ached for his cum.
He finally exploded a second time, making surprised and pleasurable noises as his warm, creamy cum rocketed up inside me. It filled me with intense satisfaction and my whole body shook. We fell to the bed together, spent and sweating.
“Oh, my God!” I laughed.
“Right? I thought you’d like that.”
“I really did,” I panted. “Whew! You are full of surprises, Phil.”
“Well, you have to mix it up once in a while,” he added.
We kissed, laughed and spooned on the bed. Little Hope slept through it all and we took a well-deserved nap.
THE END
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Moving down my hands down body and back up my legs, it came time to wash my lower region, something that had always held an odd type of tension. I knew it needed to be done, while ever conscious of the effects that could be caused by even the lightest friction on my pussy or clit. I was really sensitive, and sometimes even a light gust breeze, while I was naked, was capable of making me moan.
Bracing a hand against the wall like I had before, I touched myself, running my fingers along my tender pink lips. The tensions were rising up inside me. I spread my lips, letting the water get at me, before gently massaging them in a slow circular motion.
A long moan escaped me before I could stop it. Ordinarily, I would have clamped my hand over my mouth, mildly shamed, and worried that someone would hear. That Augustus, my new roommate, might hear.
At that moment, though, I officially stopped caring. My notion that pleasure was okay and, if anything, was created by God for us to enjoy, was quickly becoming a full-fledged conviction.
I started going faster, plunging two fingers into my aching pussy, vocalizing openly as I worked myself to orgasm. It was a rebellion, I suppose. Though, more than that, it was a reclamation. A way of saying my body and my life were my own and not for anyone else to be compromised.
I thought of Augustus and went back to wishing he could take my virginity. As I imagined him holding my ass cheeks and squeezing them while he put his cock all the way inside me, I came. I was so happy I cried. Gentle tears were rolling down my cheeks as my body shook with sweet release.
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I can’t believe I have to live with my lifelong rival.
So why do I suddenly want him so badly?
I was happy to get away from my strict dad and start college.
But I can’t believe it when I see Augustus Graves on campus.
He has been my family’s sworn enemy for a long time.
Now he’s in my film class, acting cocky and self-assured.
And looking me up and down with those handsome eyes of his.
It’s clear he wants to be more than study partners.
And I have to admi
t it would be tempting to give in.
But I won’t forget the bad history between us.
And I’m glad the pandemic means we have to socially distance.
That way I have to stay at least six feet from his chiseled chest.
But then the school changes our living arrangements.
And assigns him to live in my small dorm during quarantine!
It’s no longer possible to keep my eyes off his ripped abs.
And he says he can’t keep his hands off my curvy hips.
We were stuck together, but maybe we’re headed for happiness.
As long as our family and friends don’t find out!
Will hooking up just one time allow us to blow off some steam?
Or will things heat up between us so much we’ll forget to fight?
Cramped Quarters is an enemies to lovers romance novel with no cheating, no cliffhanger and a very happily ever after. It is part of the Love Under Lockdown series, which are standalone books about falling in love during quarantine. They can be read alone, and in any order, but are best enjoyed altogether, especially if you want to extend your steamy break from real life!
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Books in the Love Under Lockdown Series
1): Under Lock & Key
2): Under Lockdown
3): Under Strict Orders
4): Stuck Together
5): Under His Roof
6): Under the Hawaiian Sun
7): Under Wraps
8): Under His Care
9): Under the Sheets
10): Dating During Lockdown
11): Under His Protection
12): Locked Down with Mr. Right
13): Under His Watchful Eye
14): Below Deck
15): Under the Rancher’s Firm Hand
16): Under His Suit