Love Unexpected

by Q. B. Tyler

  Had us.

  Which means I have this car ride home to prepare for his reaction. He gets in the car, sliding into the backseat and instantly I know he’s noticed something’s off. “What’s with the overwhelming air freshener? Oh my God, did you guys smoke in here?” Now THAT would have been a good idea.

  “He said I was nauseous,” Stassia says from the front seat but doesn’t turn around.

  I pull out into the street as we begin the trek home where my dick already is, ready and waiting to fuck my girl properly.

  “Oh, fuck yes, pass it to me.”

  “It was a joint, sorry, Charlie,” Stassia quips before turning around briefly and scrunching her nose. “I’ve got more at home though you can definitely hit.”

  “Perfect,” he says as he lays down in the back. “I took way too many tequila shots in such a short time; I am fucked up.” He chuckles.

  “Don’t puke.” I glance over my shoulder to find he’s already passed out and shake my head.

  “We only got away with it because he’s hammered,” Stassia whispers.

  “I was banking on that.” I wink at her.

  It takes about thirty minutes to get home, and when we pull into the driveway, Seth is still passed out and Stassia is fading fast too. “You need help getting in?” I ask her, wishing I could leave him passed out so I could tend to her the way she needs me to.

  “No, I’m going to go upstairs and lay down and wait for you.”

  I nod before getting out and opening the door for her. She heads into the house, and I watch her get safely inside before I open the back door and tap my brother on his shoulder. “Yo, up.” His eyes fly open and they’re not completely bloodshot, but they’re hazy and I know he’s still out of it. “We’re home. Go to bed, bro.”

  “Fuck. Okay, yeah.” He yawns as he gets out of the car. I follow behind him and he heads up the stairs immediately without another look back. I set the security alarm and head into the kitchen to grab some water for Seth and Stassi before turning the rest of the lights out. I head into the guest room and Seth is knocked out cold with his shoes still on. I shake my head, and because I’m not a complete asshole—despite how I may have behaved since he got here—I pull off his shoes and set the bottle of water on the bedside table. I turn off the light and close the door behind me before slowly moving into Stassi’s room and close the door quietly behind me. She is completely under the covers with them pulled up to her chin. She’d managed to put her hair up but her makeup, including that bright red lipstick is still on, which I know she wouldn’t want to sleep in.

  I kneel in front of her bed and stroke her sweet face in attempts to rouse her as peacefully as possible. “Sweetheart,” I whisper.

  Her eyes flutter open slightly and then a serene smile finds her face. “Did I fall asleep? How long have I been out?”

  “Five minutes.” I chuckle. “I got to you as soon as I could.” I rub my nose against hers and she smiles.

  “Where’s Seth?”

  I shake my head. “Passed out cold. Couldn’t even get his shoes off.”

  “In the guest room?” She lets her eyes flutter closed again and I can see she’s about to be pulled back to sleep. As much as I want her, she looks so peaceful, I don’t want to disrupt her.

  “Yes.”

  “K, can I come to your room now?” She burrows herself further into her blankets and I have to restrain myself from climbing in next to her and pulling her warm, soft body against mine.

  “Baby, you’re hardly keeping your eyes open and it’s almost two in the morning.”

  “No no, I’m up.” Her eyes fly open and she shakes her head. “Please?”

  I chuckle and stand up. “You don’t have to say please or ask to come to my bed ever.” I hold my hand out for her to take and she does so eagerly. When she flings the covers off, I notice she’s not wearing her pants or top, but my t-shirt she stole from me in Charleston.

  “You look good in my clothes,” I tell her as we head to the door. I put my finger to my lips signaling her to stay quiet and carefully open the door before peeking my head out into the hallway. It’s pitch black and I usher her to my bedroom. “I’m going to make sure he’s still out,” I whisper in her ear and pat her bottom gently to send her off. She scurries quietly to my room and I peek my head into the guest room again. I’m grateful to find he hasn’t moved from the position I left him in. I know that we still have to be mindful of being loud, but I’m hoping he’ll stay out for the rest of the night.

  I open my bedroom door and I noticed Stassi has lit a candle and has discarded my shirt leaving her completely naked and glowing under the flicker of the fire. I lock the door behind me and shed my clothes in record time leaving me naked as well.

  I make my way to the bed and grab her ankles, pulling her hard down the bed and I can tell she’s stifling a giggle to stay as quiet as possible. I drop to my knees and press my lips to her cunt all in a matter of seconds, not wanting to waste a second by teasing her. I need her taste on my tongue more than I need my next breath.

  She grabs my hair, pulling it and rubbing my scalp before stroking my ears like she always does when I fuck her with my mouth. Stassi has two sides while I eat her out and I can’t get enough of either. The side that is soft and sweet and makes these innocent sighs while I devour her. And the side that grabs my hair hard and pulls me hard against her. The side that makes her wrap her legs around my neck and hump my face till she cries. The side that calls me Daddy and asks how her cunt tastes. That side is typically louder so this is better given our circumstances, though nothing feels better than hearing that D word fall from her lips while I lick her clit.

  Fucked up, my subconscious whispers.

  I shake my head, ignoring my thoughts. “Daddy.” She sighs and my eyes fly up when I hear that word right now. Did I say that out loud? “Will you watch me when I come?”

  Her voice is soft and quiet but her words are of the nasty side of her. My hand grips my dick as I eat her pussy, my eyes trained on her just as hers are on me. She begins to play with her nipples and the silver glint of her nipple ring has the cum pooling at the tip of my dick.

  “After I come…” she starts.

  “You’re going to come again,” I tell her, pulling my cock harder with every lick against her.

  She smiles and bites her lip as she nods. “Yes, please.”

  “And again.” I growl against her. “Until you can’t stand another and beg me not to do it again.”

  “Never,” she responds. “I’ll never not want this.” She swallows and blinks her eyes several times. “I’ll never not want this from you.”

  I pull away from her, my lips and chin covered in the beginnings of her orgasm and cock my head to the side. My instinct is to tell her that she’s just horny and on the brink of an orgasm, but a part of me wonders if she really does mean that. That a part of her will always crave this relationship with me.

  Even after it’s over.

  That word flashing through my head feels like a punch to the gut and even after I put my mouth back on her sex, I still hear that word chanting in my head.

  Over. Over. Over.

  I can’t do this forever with her. Eventually, it will be over.

  As if she can read my mind, she pulls my head gently. “Why do I feel like you’re trying to tell me something?”

  I pull back slightly, shocked that she can read me so well and shake my head. “I’m not.”

  “You’re freaked out about what I said?” She props herself up on her elbows and frowns. I look up at her sweet face and instantly regret putting that look there, especially when it couldn’t be further from the truth.

  I kiss her inner thigh and lean up to rest my elbows on the bed. “No, not at all. I’m actually not freaked out at all.”

  “Oh.” Her eyes light up and she smiles. “Then what?”

  “It scares me…” I swallow as I prepare to expose my thoughts to her. “That I don’t want to end this. That
I am dreading ending this.”

  She sits up a little more and holds her hand out for me to take. I do what she wants and she pulls me to sit next to her on the bed before pushing me to lay down so she can lay on top of me. Under normal circumstances, I’d be hard and ready to impale her but she rests her head on my chest and lets out a soft sigh. “Why do we have to end it?”

  The question I’d hoped she would ask lingers in the air and now I don’t know how to respond. “I don’t want to make your life harder than it has to be, Stassi.”

  “It would only be hard here. We could go somewhere else. There’s a whole wide world of people who don’t know us as stepfather and stepdaughter.”

  “And your grandparents?”

  “They’ll be a very tough sell. They’re all I’m concerned about though.”

  “My parents,” I add.

  “Your mom loves me,” she quips and this is true, my mother is crazy about Stassia.

  “As a grandchild,” I tell her.

  “Well, then we fall off the face of the Earth together and live happily ever after.” She pops her head up and looks at me before straddling my pelvis. “Dominic, let’s not talk about what comes after this and just enjoy it now.”

  I nod, listening to her reasoning that maybe I should just go with the flow for now. It’s July; we still have a month before she goes to college and the second Seth leaves, I’ll be defiling her daily.

  “You’re thinking too much, I need to shut your brain up for a bit.” She smiles and turns around and hovers over my face before lowering down slowly. I grab her hips and pull her to my mouth, tasting her cunt again just as she wraps her mouth around my cock. We stay locked in this embrace for I don’t know how long, sucking each other’s most intimate parts. It isn’t until she comes for a third time, that she pulls away from me. I’d long since come down her throat but my dick isn’t exactly ready for sex.

  “Why’d you stop?” I ask her. “I wanted to give you another.”

  “You always want to give me another.” She giggles before putting a hand over her mouth and yawning. “It’s late, I should go back to my room.”

  “You don’t want to stay?” I hadn’t expected her to not fall asleep with me and now I’m annoyed that I can’t fall asleep against her soft curves.

  “What if we don’t wake up before Seth? Might be kind of weird if I’m in here.”

  I frown knowing and hating that she’s right. “Fine.” I pull her hard towards me and kiss her senseless, giving her my tongue and she sucks it eagerly just as she always does when my mouth has spent a significant amount of time on her pussy.

  She giggles and leans down and gives my cock a sweet kiss. “I didn’t want him to think I forgot about him.” She hops off the bed and throws my t-shirt back on.

  “Trust me, he does not think that. He’s fucking crazy about you. It makes me fucking crazy.” The fatigue of the day is setting in as I follow her to the door and watch her tiptoe back down the hall to her room. She blows me one final kiss and then she’s gone leaving me to fall asleep without her, yet again.

  The next time my eyes open, light is streaming through the window. I rub my face and my eyes before blindly reaching for my phone to check the time. I hold the phone up to my face and see it reads ten-thirty. Holy shit, how?

  I don’t see any texts from Stassi, making me believe she’s still asleep, which is normal. Except for when we were in Charleston and I was giving her six a.m. wake up calls with my dick, she usually sleeps till noon or so.

  I head into the bathroom to do my business before making my way down the stairs. I’m not surprised to hear the television on, meaning Seth is probably up after doing some crazy ass workout routine this morning despite the hangover I know he’s sporting.

  “How ya feeling, champ?” I ask him as I spy him on the couch. He doesn’t look like he’s done anything this morning, as he’s wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt with his hood pulled up over his head.

  He groans and jabs the heel of his hand into his eye. “Like I got run over by a car.”

  “Yikes. Too much tequila?” I ask as I drop to the adjacent love seat. “You want some coffee?”

  “Had some. I was actually planning on going back to sleep, but wanted to sit to see if I got a second wind or felt any better.”

  “And the verdict?”

  “Still feel like shit, and I could use another day of sleep but that feeling is overpowered by the fact that you are sleeping with Stassi.” His voice is even and I don’t necessarily hear judgment, but I can hear a thousand questions he’s preparing to ask the second I open this door.

  I shoot him a look and raise an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

  “I woke up to piss in the middle of the night, man. I thought one of you was watching porn honestly, until I heard you talking. You weren’t exactly quiet. But even then, I thought maybe I was just too fucked up and tripping. The sounds were coming from your room so…I opened Stassi’s door. Obviously, she was not there.”

  I let out a sigh, wondering how to start. “Okay…”

  “Okay? So, you’re not denying it?” he asks incredulously.

  “I mean, would you believe me if I did?”

  “Deeeeeeee.” He puts his hands over his face and when he drops them there’s a look of pure shock. “What the fuck, man? When? How? WHEN?” He rubs his forehead and squeezes his eyes together.

  “After Angela passed, okay? Since she’s turned eighteen,” I answer instantly. Let’s just clear that up first.

  “Okay, so you’re not going to prison for fooling around with a minor, there’s a plus. And I guess you’re a good husband for not cheating on your wife with her daughter,” he says sardonically, “but what, this is how you two are choosing to mourn?” His words are ugly and harsh, and while I might expect them from some people should they find out, I didn’t expect them from Seth.

  “Don’t,” I growl at him. “Do not turn this into something it’s not.” I can feel the rage spiking in my veins.

  “What? Borderline incest?” He stands up and holds his hands up before letting them drop against his sides.

  “It’s not incest; we are not related by blood.”

  He gives me a look as if to say obviously. “You’re her stepfather. For the past seven years. That means something. You’re the only father figure she’s ever had.”

  My heart races hearing him speak my fears into the universe. That people will think I’m sick. That I groomed her for this. That I touched her before she was legal. That I came onto her the first time. My stomach churns hearing the ugly things they’ll say to her and about her. “You think I don’t know that?”

  “I don’t know why I stood up. The room is fucking spinning.” He sits back down and puts his head in his hands. “Does anyone else know?”

  “No. Of course not.” I sigh and tilt my face towards the ceiling. “She seems to think we can tell people and they’ll just get over it.”

  “That’s the kind of naive bullshit that comes with banging a teenager that hasn’t seen anything.”

  “She’s not naive, Seth. She’s just hopeful, I guess.”

  “This is actually insane. Angela has only been dead what, two and a half months? You made it seem like messing around with ANYONE now was too soon. But it’s not too soon to be fucking the woman’s daughter!?”

  “This was not planned, Seth! It just…we got high one night, we started talking and things just started shifting. We spent a lot of time together. We talked and then we went to Charleston and…”

  “Oh, that romantic vacation, of course.” He slaps his head. “You know, some alarm bells went off when you told me you guys were going down there alone, but I thought I was being crazy for even thinking it.”

  “Seth…you’re my little brother and my best friend, I have to be straight with you about this.”

  He looks to the ceiling again and raises his hands in defeat. “Now, he wants to be straight with me. No, that time was before you started. When you w
ere having these thoughts so I could have talked you out of them!”

  “Seth, I think I love her.” It’s the first time I’ve said the words aloud. Sure, I’ve thought about it a few times over the past week, but I thought maybe it was me going through some sort of withdrawal from sleeping with her to not even touching her. I thought maybe my dick was trying to convince me I loved her. But in the last few days, I’ve felt my heart and my mind shift slowly towards the idea of wanting more with her and for longer than either of us planned. The thought has sat in the back of my mind and now it’s here and I can’t ignore it.

  He lets out a breath. “Man, I knew you were going to say some shit like that. Dominic, love? I mean I didn’t think you were just messing around with her for kicks. That’s never been you. To fuck around and hurt people—hurt women, but Dominic, you can’t love her. People won’t accept it. They won’t accept you. Heaven forbid you want to have a baby. How do you think Angela’s parents will take that? How do you think Mom and Dad will take it?”

  “I don’t know. I can’t focus on that. My concern isn’t with everyone’s feelings. Only hers.”

  “And how does she feel?”

  “In my heart, I feel that she feels the same.” I hope she feels the same.

  He furrows his brows in question. “Has she said it?”

  I swallow down the painful thoughts that she hasn’t said it. Though to be fair, I haven’t told her either. I told her I loved her in a way I didn’t understand, and now I very much do. “No, but I know her.”

  “And therein lies the problem, D. You know her. Like a parent knows a child. You aren’t allowed to know her like a lover too.” I’m glad that Seth is hungover for this conversation, which is probably the only thing keeping him from screaming or getting worked up. I’m also glad he’s keeping it down so as to not wake Stassia. I want to be alone with her when I tell her what happened. I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable in any way even if this could be the first of many potentially uncomfortable conversations.