Having my Stepbrother's Baby

by Olivia Hawthorne

  “Hey,” Greg said, “I was just talking to her. Nothing happened.”

  “You’re lucky it didn’t,” Colton said and glared at him until Greg looked away and took a sip of his beer.

  “We were just chatting,” I told Colton, “you’re being ridiculous.”

  “Am I?” he asked, “Or is this a repeat of the weekend? You gonna get hammered and drag poor Greg home? You gonna try to fuck him or do you just fuck my friends?”

  “This is none of your fucking business,” I snapped at him, “you need to get yourself in check, you’re being an asshole.”

  “I think I’ll go sit over there,” Greg said and indicated a table nearby, “I don’t want to get involved in your family drama.” He stood up and left, I barely noticed because my gaze was locked on Colton’s face.

  “Thanks a lot,” I said, “I can’t have friends but you can whore around with anyone you like?”

  “I don’t have to explain myself to you,” he spat and grabbed my arm, “come on, we’re going home.”

  “Why? What’s the point?” I asked angrily.

  He leaned in close so his lips were almost pressed against my ear and in a low, authoritative voice he said, “So I can fuck some sense into you.”

  My body melted and my panties were immediately flooded. I could only nod, grab my purse, stand and take his hand as he lead me out of there.

  My plan had worked; he was coming back to me.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Colton didn’t say much as we crossed the campus. He held my hand tight, as if he worried I was going to run away and escape.

  “I didn’t want to do anything with Curtis,” I said and he didn’t reply. “He tried to force–”

  “Shhh,” he said and stopped walking, “I believe you. I was an ass but I don’t want to talk about it right now, Lacey. I want to bury my cock inside of you and remind both of us that you belong to me. I want to fuck you so hard that you can’t remember any other name than mine. I want you to scream it as you come and clench that beautiful pussy tight around me. I want you to milk me dry. And then we’ll talk, okay?”

  I was once again speechless. My mouth went dry and I simply nodded.

  We continued to our rooms and made it in record time. We went into mine, simply because it was the first door on our way. I opened it, my hands trembling as I put the key in the lock. Colton had to finish for me; he opened the door and lifted me, carrying me over like we were newlyweds.

  “Don’t drop me,” I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “You’re as light as a feather,” he said, “I never would.”

  “Are you mad at me?” I asked and looked up at him.

  “I’m mad at myself, Lacey. I don’t know what happens to me, every time I let myself feel for you, I shut down and become a jerk again,” he said and kissed me. His tongue was hot and commanding, his lips hungry and demanding.

  He walked to my bed and set me down. He kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants, looked down at me and said, “I owe you so much, Lacey, just lay back and let me make it up to you.”

  “You don’t owe me,” I said, “I love you. It’s that simple. I just love you.”

  “I love you too,” he said and dropped to his knees between my legs, “Will you take me back…again?”

  “Always,” I said, “I couldn’t turn you away even if I wanted to. I know why you run, and I forgive you for it.”

  “You know?” he laughed, “I don’t even know what makes me tick.”

  “That’s because you’re a stupid boy,” I smiled and play punched his shoulder, “Us girls are smarter. We can figure this shit out.”

  “You’ll have to tell me all about it,” he said and lifted my shirt, kissed my stomach and looked up at me, “After I make you come a few times.”

  He pushed me back and helped me out of my tights and panties. He rolled them off me sensuously, with great care, as if some part of him already knew I was carrying his child.

  I sunk into the thick blankets on the bed and let him slide his tongue up the inside of my thigh to my soft folds. I gasped as he spread my legs wider and sucked at my mound, and moved his tongue lower. He encircled my clit, sucked it and licked it until it felt swollen with heat and need.

  He slid a finger inside of me and began to fuck me slowly as he licked and sucked. I wrapped my fingers in his thick hair and ground myself against his face, reveling in the sucking sound and noises of pleasure he was making.

  I didn’t last long, I shuddered and came against his mouth, he drank me up and licked until I could barely stand it. I shuddered again and cried his name over and over as I came again, one after the other, in sudden succession.

  When I was too exhausted to go on, he kissed his was up my body and slid up next to me. “You’re so beautiful, Lacey,” he said and I curled myself against his chest and he enveloped me in his strong arms, “I love you so much it scares me. You could hurt me, and that terrifies me.”

  “I know how you feel,” I said and wiggled against him, feeling safe and loved, “I love you Colton, so much it feels like there’s nothing I could do to stop it. It would be like standing on the beach trying to stop the waves from coming in. I can’t control how I feel.”

  “And I don’t want you to,” he said, “I can’t be with anyone if I’m not with you.”

  “So you didn’t…” I trailed off, not wanting to put voice to my fears that he’d slept with somebody else.

  “There’s been nobody since that first night on spring break,” he whispered against my hair and kissed the top of my head, “and there never will be. I promise you this.”

  I sighed contentedly and allowed myself to bask in that moment. I knew things might change once he found out about the baby, but for now my life was perfect and I didn’t want to change a thing.

  I loved him and he loved me. That was all I ever wanted to hear.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I recovered quickly and wanted more of Colton. I helped him strip, we got the rest of my clothes off and crawled onto the bed.

  He pressed me down and kissed me all over, from my collarbone, down to my belly, and back up again. He paused for a moment and looked at me in the dim light. He furrowed his brow and said, “Your breasts look bigger.”

  “Don’t be silly,” I said, “they’re the same as they’ve always been.”

  “Nope,” he said, “I swear they seem just slightly bigger.”

  “I think you’re imagining things,” I replied, then screwed up my face in mock anger and said, “or you’re mixing me up with some Hooters waitress!”

  He laughed and replied, “No, it’s only you in my head now, babe.” He bent down and sucked my nipple while palming the other breast. He switched positions and gave each breast attention with his mouth and his hand. My nipples felt super sensitive and pebbled rock hard under his care. I gasped and arched up against him, electric jolts of pleasure shooting from my sensitive breasts to my clit and back again.

  “You’re definitely different,” Colton said as he moved back up to my neck. He kissed my throat and nipped my flesh, making me shiver in delight. “You’re more sensitive,” he continued, “are you just horny?”

  “Seriously horny,” I replied, “I’ve been dying to get you over here.” I clued in that the changes must be from pregnancy hormones, but I couldn’t tell him. Not yet. I wanted to enjoy this before I said anything at all.

  “Well here I am,” he said and nudged my knees apart with his knee. I opened my legs and opened myself to him.

  He pressed the head of his cock against my slit and rubbed it up and down, driving me crazy. He dragged it across my clit and whispered, “What do you want from me, babe?”

  “I want your cock,” I replied, looking right into his eyes, “I want you to fuck me.”

  “I love it when you talk like that,” he smiled and inched himself inside of me. He hovered and pulled back, hit my clit with his cock and said, “Beg for it, tell me how much you want m
e.”

  I dug my fingers into his hips, trying to drag him inside of me. I was on fire; I wanted him so badly I was ready to do anything. “Please,” I whimpered, “I need you, Colton, I need you like nothing I’ve ever needed. If I don’t get your cock inside of me I am going to die.”

  “Ask nicely,” he smirked and rubbed my clit again. He resisted my attempts to pull him inside of me.

  “Please?” I begged, “Please fuck me hard, Colt, fuck me so hard all I remember is your name. Make me belong to you, take my body and use it. Make me yours.”

  “Fuck,” he breathed out with a harsh whisper, “I love you Lacey.”

  “I love you too,” I gasped and he thrust his thick, throbbing length inside of me. He thrust deep; hitting me inside and making me squirm in pleasure. He pulled back and began his carnal assault on my body. I arched up and screamed in joy, I wanted him to fill me with his seed, to mark me with his mouth, and make me his. I wanted to belong to him, my brother and lover and father of my child.

  He pounded me hard, his breathing ragged and animalistic as he claimed me, heart, body and soul.

  I came almost immediately, clenching my tight pussy around his thrusting cock as I twitched and shuddered my release. I screamed like a wild animal, the relief was so great, my body had been craving it so badly.

  He continued like he hadn’t noticed. He locked his eyes on mine and slowed down, almost matching his hips to my heartbeat.

  “I love you,” I gasped, unable to look away.

  “I love you,” he growled, “you are mine. This pussy is mine. Your body is mine.”

  “I belong to you,” I whispered and felt another orgasm building inside of me, this one much more emotional. I felt tears spring to my eyes as my love for him overwhelmed me. I almost wanted to blurt out that I was having his baby, but I was resolute in my determination to have a few days of blissful love before letting him know.

  There was still a part of me that worried about his reaction. I was terrified he would leave me when he found out, but I had to believe that he wouldn’t.

  “You’re mine,” he growled and stiffened up. He reached down and pulled me up with one hand, the other holding us up. He kissed me and thrust once, fast and hard, and flooded my pussy with his hot release.

  I panted and shuddered my own mutual orgasm, my final one, the one that drained me of any energy I might have had at that point.

  He set me down slowly and looked into my eyes. He dropped to his side next to me, his cock softened and pulled out, leaving me empty and desperate to have him inside of me again.

  He stroked my hair and his eyes were shining with love. I felt warm and safe and like he’d never leave me.

  I almost blurted about the pregnancy again, but decided against it.

  We talked like that, basking in each other’s presence. We spent an hour with him apologizing and explaining himself, and me reassuring him that all was forgiven. His mother had left him early on, scarring him for life. I understood his fears and the walls he’d built. I was just grateful that my patience had allowed him to open up and let me in.

  He finally asked me what I’d told the M girls I’d met in the cafeteria, and when I confessed, he surprised me. Instead of being angry, he laughed loudly and kissed me. “You are clever and determined,” he said, “I’m happy you decided to use that on me.”

  “Me too,” I said and snuggled deeper into his arms. I wanted again to tell him about the baby, but fear shot through me and I decided to wait, allow myself to enjoy this intimacy while I had it.

  I was dozing off when he got up to use the bathroom. I was almost asleep when he came back, the door opening wide and the light from the bathroom flooding my bedroom. I squinted against the brightness.

  “Lacey?” he asked and I opened them, adjusting to the light.

  “Yeah?” I asked and noticed him holding something.

  He held it up in his hand with a confused look on his face. “Is this yours? Were you going to tell me about this?” he asked in a flat tone.

  He was holding my positive pregnancy test.

  I didn’t know how he would respond, but I took a deep breath and replied, “Yes. It’s mine, and I was going to tell you.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  “When were you planning on telling me?” Colton demanded and looked at the test again, as if unable to believe what he was seeing.

  “I wanted to make sure you were coming back to be with me, not because of the baby,” I said, fighting to keep the tears out of my voice.

  “When exactly were you thinking about letting me in on this?” he said, staring at the pregnancy test.

  “I promise soon. I wanted to give us a couple days to ourselves before I let you know,” I replied evenly. I had the feeling that he was ready to bolt, his body was taut with tension and his jaw was set.

  “You thought we’d have what, a honeymoon or something before you dropped this in my lap? For fucks sake, Lacey, this is a fucking baby we’re talking about. This is life changing,” he said in a low, angry tone.

  “I know that, you think I don’t know that? Fuck Colt, I’m the one who’s experiencing it first hand,” I retorted.

  “How far along are you?” he asked, not moving from the bathroom door. I longed for him to come into the bedroom and crawl back into bed so we could go over this together, as one.

  “I’m not sure, but I think I got pregnant over the break. In the cabin,” I told him.

  He laughed, but it held no humor. “Figures I’d knock you up the first time you have sex,” he said, “fuck, Lacey, what are you going to do?”

  “What am I going to do?” I said and sat up, holding the sheet to my chest, “Don’t you mean what are we going to do?”

  He looked down at the test again, his face grew cold and he said, “I’ll pay for an abortion if money’s an issue.”

  Tears sprung to my eyes. I knew that might be the logical choice, but in my heart this baby was already mine. His face was so set though, so mean looking. “Is that what you want?” I whispered, dreading his response.

  He looked at the test again, turned and tossed it into the bathroom garbage can. He chewed his lower lip and narrowed his eyes. He said, “Yeah, maybe.”

  I started to cry, fell back onto the bed and rolled away from him. I curled around the pillow and willed him to come to me, to comfort me and tell me everything would be okay.

  But everything wouldn’t be okay, because Colton didn’t come to me at all. I heard the click of the bathroom door as he closed it and left my room.

  I cried so hard I thought I was going to pass out. I cried so hard I thought I might actually die from a broken heart right there on my bed, but I didn’t.

  I slept and I woke with a horrible headache and the belief that Colton was right.

  A baby would mess up my future, and if I was going to be doing it alone, it would make things even worse.

  I decided to call a clinic and make an appointment. I also decided that I would make Colton come along with me. It was his idea after all, there was no reason I should go it alone.

  ***

  The clinic was in a non-descript building in a nice part of town. It wasn’t far from campus, and the intake nurse had mentioned that they get a lot of college girls visiting.

  The first appointment had been stressful, she’d asked me some questions about general health and the pregnancy so far, taken my vitals and told me to come back the following morning.

  I didn’t know what to expect, but Colton and I arrived at nine o’clock on the dot.

  We didn’t say much to each other. He’d been cold and distant in the three days since he’d found out, and I hadn’t had the energy to pursue him this time. I was running in self-preservation mode.

  I looked around at some of the other patients and was surprised to see women from all backgrounds and age groups. Somehow I thought it would just be girls like me, stupid college girls who believed they could have something with somebody who said they were in
love.

  I sighed and felt a quiver in my breath.

  Colt grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I jumped at the contact. I was so removed from him and this situation that I could barely stand to have him touch me. Especially because this had been his idea.

  He got up, looked down at me and said, “I gotta piss, I’ll be right back.”

  “Sure,” I replied.

  He walked to the receptionist, found out where the bathroom was and walked down the hall. I hated that I still found him undeniably hot. His sexy swagger was out of place in this situation, but I couldn’t help but watch him as he moved.

  I looked down at my hands, folded and unfolded them. I picked up my phone and tried to play a game of Solitaire to no avail.

  I checked my email and found nothing of interest.

  I went on Facebook and the first thing that I saw was a girl I went to high school with announcing her pregnancy.

  It hit me like a ton of bricks. I wanted that, I wanted to be the one announcing the news, I wanted this baby so hard, and I wanted it even if Colton wasn’t involved.

  This was my baby, and if he wasn’t ready to be a father, then fuck him.

  I slipped my phone back in my pocket, looked down the hallway and found it empty, which meant he was still in the washroom.

  I pulled my hood over my head and pulled it tight around my face. I stood up straight and tall and left the clinic, saving my baby and maybe myself.

  But destroying anything I could have with Colton in the process.

  On some level, I was okay with that.

  I had to be.

  Chapter Seventeen

  I rushed back to the dorm and packed my stuff up. I wanted to get out of there as soon as I could, I didn’t want to face Colton just then.

  I couldn’t go home, I didn’t know what I would tell my mom. I would rather die than confess that I was pregnant with Colton’s baby. The thought of their reaction made me want to curl up and hide.