Meeting the Step

by Adams, Ash

  I looked over at her.

  "What are we doing?"

  Her question caught me off guard, but I had to answer truthfully. "I don't know."

  She slowly pulled her hand back and interlocked her fingers together and sat them on her lap. She shivered.

  "Come on. Let's go inside," I said.

  Her eyelashes hit the tops of her cheeks and she bit her lip. We exited the car and walked inside. I grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs. She stopped outside of her door and I leaned in and kissed the shell of her ear then nibbled on her earlobe. I felt her shudder beneath me.

  "Goodnight, Chelsea." I pulled away and she looked up at me with big golden brown eyes.

  "Goodnight, Max." She stood on her tippy toes and bit my bottom lip, sucking on it before letting go. My dick throbbed and if it weren't for my head telling me no, I might have pushed her up against the door and fucked her right in the hallway. But this girl was different than the one-night stands. I felt an odd connection with her and I didn't want to rush or ruin anything.

  I growled and our lips crashed into one another. Fuck, it felt so good, so right, like our lips were meant to piece together. I broke away from her and sucked in air with hopes to calm down, but I wasn't sure that would happen anytime soon. I had a raging hard-on and it would need to be taken care of. Chelsea seemed to do that to me. I told her goodnight again and she slipped inside of her bedroom.

  When I walked into my room and shut the door, I slipped my clothes off and put on a pair of workout shorts. My dick ached just from thinking about her. I closed my bedroom door then lay on my bed with my arms behind my head, staring at the ceiling.

  I couldn't get her off my mind. Lately I had been lost in thoughts and fantasies of Chelsea. Right before I closed my eyes my door that led to the bathroom opened. Rays of soft light flooded in and I caught sight of her standing in nothing but a t-shirt and panties.

  "Don't leave me. I don't want to be alone. Not tonight."

  My heart dropped at the sound of her voice and how her face seemed so sad. I didn't want her to feel any negative feelings and I could tell that they were rushing through her full force.

  "Come here," I said.

  Without hesitation, she walked to my bed and stood over it. Her nipples poked through the t-shirt and left nothing for the imagination. I wondered if she did it on purpose or out of habit. She crawled under the blanket and pressed her body against mine. We lay chest to chest. I smoothed the hair that fell into her face away and she closed her eyes and leaned into my touch.

  She sat up in bed and peeled the t-shirt from her body. "I want you to help me forget all the bad, Max."

  "Chels," I whispered.

  My head said we were moving too fast, my heart had no words, but my dick wanted it now. She climbed on top of me and straddled me, the material of her panties and my shorts were the only thing that separated me from being in her. I sucked in a deep breath knowing that she felt the growing hardness of my dick. She sighed when she felt it.

  The moonlight grazed over her skin and breasts. Not once did she take her eyes from mine. She slowly rolled her hips, pushing her pussy harder onto my dick. With each movement, Chelsea was driving me to a place that would result in me coming or having blue balls. I grabbed her hips and stopped her movements knowing that my next words had to be calm.

  "Chels. I can't."

  Her face was sad and then hurt.

  "Why not?" She rolled from me and I could tell that she was upset.

  "Because you're not a one-night stand to me," I said truthfully.

  "I'm so embarrassed." She rolled over on her side and I wrapped my arm around her and just held her.

  "Don't be embarrassed. You're fucking beautiful. And I want you so bad. Do you feel that?" I said knowing that she could feel my raging hard on pressing into her back.

  "You do that to me. You turn me on. You make me want to fuck you. But, I don't want to rush anything. Okay?"

  She rolled over, tears streaming down her face.

  "I haven't had sex in over 8 months. Richard and I… we've grown apart. I don't feel sexy. I don't feel attractive. And I'm not a slut. I feel so stupid. I've only ever had sex with one person and I thought…I thought you wanted me."

  I kissed away her tears, tasting the salty-sweet in my mouth.

  "I do want you. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, but I don't want to just fuck you. I want to make love to you, but only when the time is right. I want you to see how beautiful you really are." I continued to kiss her face, her neck, and her lips.

  Slowly, I traced the outside of her lips with my finger then ran it down her jaw line, chin, and chest. I circled her hard nipple and pinched. The sound of her sigh was magical, but I didn't stop there. I continued down her stomach until my hand rested on her pussy. Instinctively she parted her legs and I could feel the wetness of her outside of her panties. At that point, I had to decide where I was taking this.

  I closed my eyes and listened to her exhale. I dipped my hand inside of her panties and my fingers were skin to skin with her pussy. She whimpered and pushed her hips into my touch, but I didn't move any further. I opened my eyes and she tilted her head at me, begging me with her expression.

  She looped her leg over mine and I ran my finger down her wet slit and barely dipped in her opening and she tried to hold back a moan. Carefully I added pressure to clit and she couldn't keep quiet.

  "Please," she whispered and that was all it took for me to continue. There was no stopping now.

  She shimmied out of her panties and threw them to the side of the bed and opened her legs. I leaned over and swirled my tongue with hers as I inserted a finger into her wet pussy. Lightly I grazed my teeth down the side of her neck and added more pressure to her clit. She grabbed her nipples and pinched them and played with her large breasts. I loved that I could make her feel this way.

  With big eyes, she looked at me as I continued with my movements, sliding my finger from her opening to her clit, and she arched her back. "Max," she said between pants. "I'm. I'm."

  Her body exploded and trembled as the orgasm ran through her. She was gasping and moaning and breathing rapidly. I dipped my finger into her, feeling her throb around me, then pulled it to my mouth and sucked. She watched me intently.

  "Chels, you taste so good," I said to her and she smiled. I moved my hand back down below and dipped my finger back inside of her. I loved listening to her moan as she took in my finger past the knuckle. I moved it to her mouth and traced around her lips. Without hesitation, she sucked and licked her juices from my finger. It took everything I had to not roll her over on her stomach and fuck her from behind. She was so sexy, so beautiful, and I knew there really was no going back. I had opened Pandora's box. We had started something that wouldn't stop anytime soon and as bad as it was, it satisfied me.

  Soon she had fallen asleep, naked, in my arms. It pained me that Chelsea didn't know how pretty and sexy she was. Tonight I saw a side of her that she had only shared with one person, and truthfully, I'm not sure that she had ever shown anyone that side of her but me. Tonight she was confident, a pure sex goddess, who knew exactly what she wanted. Luckily for her, I could read her just from her body language.

  Her pussy and little clit felt like pure perfection. Tight, completely shaven, and I was almost afraid I would break her until she pushed harder onto my finger. Just thinking about her was making my dick ache.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chelsea

  THOUGH I HAD only been with one person, I had never felt an orgasm so powerful sweep through me to the point that I couldn't even remember my own name. Max knew how to use his hands on my body better than I did. It was like he had memorized every part of me, every part that made me moan or sigh.

  I didn’t know what made me walk into Max's room. It was risky and I had never been a risk taker. I knew that if I walked through that door, something would happen and I wanted it to. I wanted him to take away all the negative th
oughts and replace them with himself. Rushing into this was my fault but I wasn't sorry.

  When he told me that he couldn't be with me the way I wanted, I thought I would die. I was so embarrassed. I knew he wanted me just by the hardness of his dick and the look in his eyes. If I had moved my panties just a little and slipped his shorts from his body he would have been in me but honestly I wasn't that brave. As I rolled my hips on him, I let go of my inhibitions. I didn't care if it was right or wrong, my body wanted one thing, and that one thing was Max.

  When he touched me, I lost complete control of myself. He was my puppet master and I was willingly following his commands. The sweet orgasm that swept through me was so powerful that afterward I felt exhausted. My body sang from his touch and when he dipped his finger into my mouth, I wanted to lick every inch of it. I had never tasted myself before, and just thinking about it made me want to take him, all of him. But I would wait. I would wait until we were both were ready like he said.

  I woke to the early morning sunlight beaming through the window, splashing across the wooden floor. I stared at Max's face, strong jaw, plump lips, and messy brown hair. He really did look like a modern-day Prince Charming. As I was staring at him, his eyes fluttered opened.

  "Hey you," he said with a raspy morning voice. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close.

  "Hi," I said. "Thank you."

  He leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. "You don't have to thank me for making you feel the way you deserve to feel."

  I felt pink hit my cheeks. Right when I was going to open my mouth to speak, I heard voices in the hallway then a knock on the door. My heart hammered in my chest and Max's face went from calm to alarmed.

  "Go, right now," he said. I stood, completely naked, and there was another light knock on the door. Just as the bedroom door opened, I closed the bathroom door and locked it.

  "Fuck," I whispered thinking about my t-shirt and panties on the floor in his bedroom. Thoughts of being caught were swarming through my head and my nerves were on edge.

  "Hey son, we are home early," Gerald whispered.

  "Okay," Max said in a sleepy voice and I heard him roll over.

  "Had a girl over last night?"

  "Don't worry about it, Dad."

  "Son, we've talked about this."

  My heart raced. What could Gerald be thinking right now? Instantly, I turned the water on in the shower and locked the opposite door just in case my mother walked into my room. I listened and waited outside of the shower. What if they knew? What if he worked it out?

  A light knock echoed on the bathroom door from Max's room. I barely cracked the door, knowing I had no clothes on, and saw the look on Max's face. He was smirking as he stepped inside of the bathroom. He crossed his arms over his bare chest and looked my naked body up and down. I didn't feel embarrassed but rather proud of my body as he admired it.

  "Good Morning, Chels. Dad saw the panties on the floor, so don't be surprised if it's brought up at breakfast. He, unlike me, likes to air dirty laundry at the dinner table."

  I had to practice my surprise face. I had to make sure my cheeks didn't tinge pink. I had to make sure that I didn't give us away.

  Max grabbed the bottom of my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. He kissed my mouth so softly, so sweetly, that he whisked me away to somewhere else. I was lost in my head thinking of what was going on at that very moment. I felt like I was living in a fairy tale or a dream, and this wasn't my life. I had never felt so wanted, beautiful, or sexually charged.

  It was official, Max Jenkins, my future stepbrother, could possibly be the man to steal my heart. When we broke our embrace, I smiled and sighed in pure contentment.

  "Before you go downstairs, you need to work on your poker face. Hate to say it, but our parents aren't as stupid as we think." Max ran his fingers through my hair and kissed me one last time before he exited the bathroom.

  Could this be real life?

  I was mad that my mother had to marry Gerald. Why weren't situations in my life ever easy? I stared at myself in the mirror practicing all the scenarios, all the things they could possibly say or ask before I washed away the reminder of last night that still lingered.

  All I knew was above all, our parents could not find out about us, especially not while we were still exploring each other's bodies and souls.

  Max Jenkins would be my best kept secret.

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  Ash Adams loves words and likes to pretend she is a super hero. Luckily through her stories she can make that dream a reality. When she isn't busy writing and fighting fictional crime, she can be found exploring the great outdoors or lusting over mountain views. She enjoys a good cup of coffee and sappy chick flicks where the good guy always gets the girl. She's also a little obsessed with hashtags.

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