by Paula Mabbel
So why was her different?
She wasn’t, she was just another girl. With a crush on me. Also, my step sister.
So she was different.
“But she’s not my step sister. Now even less than before,” my mind made sure to point that out.
Do I needed to admit something to myself? Judging by the spark of hope that thought had given me, I must’ve.
“Impossible.” I finally denied myself the ordeal of thinking about my feelings and stopped at the gate of the military base.
After presenting my ID, I was allowed access. As I drove past houses occupied by fellow military men or their wives eagerly waiting for their returns, I couldn’t help but picture a life in which I had the same thing. A nice house, a lovely woman and a bunch of kids waiting for their father to come back from his assignments. Was it too much to ask for?
Feeling somewhat disillusioned, I parked the car and knocked on my commanding officer’s door. I was realizing now that maybe it was a bad time to make an unexpected house visit but, for the second time tonight, there was no turning back.
“Hey, sport. What’s up?”
“Evening’, Sir. I’m sorry to intrude like this.”
“No problem. Do you want to come in? The wife is making dinner.”
“No, Sir. Thank you.”
I shifted my weight awkwardly, shuffling my feet like a young boy. My superior officer’s gaze was piercing; he was trying to assess my state of mind.
“Sir,” I started, “It’s about my housing application.”
“Ah,” he said, followed by silence.
I felt compelled to keep talking.
“Sir, I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but I think I have a right to a house in this community. There’s plenty of empty ones. I know my concerns are unfounded, but I had an argument with my mother and she is adamant that my application would never be approved. I disagree...”
“Your mother is a smart woman,” the man interrupted.
“Sorry?” was my instinctive reaction. “Sir.”
“Get a girlfriend, move in together and things could change for the better.”
I raised my eyebrows, ready to argue the unfairness of it all, but he stopped me.
“Look, you know what I’m saying. Do whatever you have to do, and I will personally make sure you get approved for a house. Do you understand me?”
I had my suspicions, but I couldn’t do what he was suggesting. If he was meaning I should do something unsavory for the sake of approval, I didn’t agree. If he was referring to the Lindsey incident, then he was far out of line.
I wanted to tell him so, but thought there was no point, so I excused myself and left.
“How could he even hint to that? Lindsey is off limits,” I stubbornly repeated in my mind.
But, then, was she?
The fact was that, despite my best efforts, I was thinking about her most of the time. She was always there, at the back of my mind, like a background for my thoughts.
When I dared to think of her truly, I ended up either feeling jealous of her boyfriend or worried about whether she was alright or not.
And how was she doing now? It couldn’t have been easy to deal with her father’s accident, having confessed to me the way she did, our parents splitting up and being forced to move away. And on top of that, I had told her that Mark was cheating on her.
It must’ve been hard, and she was all alone. I couldn’t imagine her telling anyone about the things she was going through.
A sudden change of mind made me turn the car around and knock on my CO’s door again.
“What if I had a girlfriend?” I said as soon as the door opened.
“Jim? It’s for you,” the round middle-aged woman called to the kitchen.
“Sorry, Ma’am.”
“This young man is asking you about his girlfriend,” she explained with a smile. I lowered my eyes.
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Potentially,” I replied. They seemed amused.
“Well, then. Potentially, you’d have a house to your name in this very community.”
LINDSEY
“How’s your dinner?” I asked Dad. I didn’t have much of an appetite so I put my fork down and watched him eat.
“It’s great. Thanks, honey.” He was smiling more than usual. I got it, he was trying everything he could to make me feel better. “To tell you the truth, I was surprised you wanted to cook tonight.”
I shrugged.
“Will you be alright, Dad?”
“Yes, honey. Why do you ask?”
“Is Clarice...”
“No way. She’s part of the reason I’m leaving in the first place. I can’t have a normal relationship with her around.”
“True.” Some of the burden on my shoulders eased up, knowing that his ex wouldn’t lurk around him for eternity. How he got involved with such a woman I couldn’t figure, but I was glad to know he would be finally out of her reach.
“Look, Dad, I’m sorry...”
Before I could finish the sentence, someone rang the doorbell.
“I’ll get it,” Dad said and started to get up.
“Sit down, Mr.! You’re eating.”
“I’m not going to miss this; you know?” he shouted after me.
If the second before it happened wouldn’t have been enough to see it was Adam, I would’ve slapped the life out of him when he kissed me with no preamble.
“Don’t leave,” he whispered, holding the back of my head so he could lean his forehead against mine.
“I wasn’t.”
It felt surreal and I was almost asking myself if Dad hadn’t slipped something in my drink to make me feel better.
“You weren’t?”
Adam stood up straight, looking slightly sheepish. His awkwardness made me giggle.
“There goes my housing application,” he said quietly. If I didn’t know him any better, I would’ve said he was trying to joke; and failing at it.
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing,” he waved it off.
“Adam.”
“So, you’re staying.”
“Yeah,” I answered, squinting at him with suspicion. “Dad’s leaving. What did you mean?”
He exhaled audibly. “I applied for a house on the military base. My CO told me that, if I had a girlfriend, I stood better chances. Doesn’t matter.”
“I think I can help you with that.”
He looked surprised by my playful smile.
“What do you mean?” was his turn to ask.
“Meh, this house is too big for me anyway.”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
I laughed. “Maybe. Besides, if you get bored with the military house, we can always crash here.”
“I’ll never get bored with the military house.”
I still wasn’t sure everything was real. It was all so unexpected and, weirdest of all, it came so naturally. I would’ve asked Adam to pinch me if I weren’t so busy getting lost in his eyes.
“So,” he said after a while. “Want to go out for coffee?”
“Nope.” I had other plans.
He looked surprised and disappointed with my answer. Although it was amusing, I couldn’t let him suffer for long.
“Want to go upstairs?”
I had heard people talking about priceless faces, but his expression when he heard my proposition was truly hilarious.
Wide-eyed, mouth half open, he looked like he was struggling to say something. I decided to help him out and grabbed his hand.
“Come on,” I said, pulling him inside.
“Who was it, sweetheart?” My heart skipped a bit remembering that Dad was home. For a moment, I had forgotten about everything. I blamed Adam for that.
“It’s just Adam, Dad. He came to see me,” I said, trying my hardest to tell the truth and lie at the same time.
“Are you joining us for dinner?”
I shot Adam a look, his cue to
talk.
“No, Sir. I mean, I ate just before I came.”
“Are we going to shout through the walls this entire conversation?”
“We’re going to my room, Dad!”
My words must’ve surprised him as much as it did Adam, but I wasn’t willing to debate the facts. I just pulled Adam up the stairs and into my room.
“So, that was interesting,” he said after I locked the door. “What did you do that for?”
“Really? You need a tutorial?”
He looked at me puzzled for a few seconds. I thought he couldn’t quite grasp the fact that this was really happening.
“OK. Let me explain how this thing works. You’re in my bedroom. I just locked the door. You kissed me earlier. Again, you’re in my bedroom.”
“What if your father comes?”
“I locked the door.”
“But...”
“We’ll have some explaining to do later.”
He nodded, thoughtfully. I would’ve laughed if I didn’t fear I had pushed him too far. Now, I was getting nervous, so I walked to my bed and sat down with my hands in my lap. Unconsciously, I started fiddling with my fingers.
I had been examining the floor for a good two minutes when Adam came to me and lifted my chin gently. My face was at level with his crotch and I didn’t know why, but I got butterflies in my stomach.
“Hey,” he said quietly. I smiled. My legs were quivering. “Come here.”
He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. My eyes were wet from all the emotions and I couldn’t look straight into his eyes. After setting the tone for the night, I was getting shy. Go figure.
He bent his head and kissed my neck. Electrifying shivers originated from that spot and went through my entire body. I leaned against his chest for support.
He kept kissing my skin, gently down my shoulder, pulling away the loose fabric on his way. When he finally slipped his hands under my sweater, I started shaking. He held me for a second, reassuringly hugging me, before trailing his lips back up my neck, along my jaw and to my lips.
We kissed, this time long and sensual. As he was running his warm hands all over my body, kneading my ass, gently squeezing my breasts, the shaking receded. I was calming down, finally getting into the moment.
In fact, I even took initiative and pulled his jacket off, followed by his t-shirt.
For the second our bodies were apart, he looked into my eyes and my core melted into a puddle.
His eyes were hungry, looking me up and down, like he didn’t know where to start devouring. The fire in his eyes was infectious, I needed him. But he took his time undressing me.
I really needed more. I whimpered, which made him grin.
“You’re an eager little girl,” he whispered under his breath. Simple words, but they had such a huge effect on me.
My hands were all over his body, sliding smoothly over his hard muscles. God, I had never seen someone looking so good!
Slowly, he ran his hands lower on my body, tracing the outline of my hips, down my thighs, until he reached the hem of my skirt. It felt like an eternity until he hiked it completely above my hips.
“Wow, you’re soaked,” he mumbled, running a hand between my legs.
“I want you,” I whispered, blushing.
He grinned, his eyes trained on mine. He didn’t break eye contact as he kneeled, pulling my panties down, and he didn’t look away as he lifted me in his arms and laid me on the bed.
As his breathing became heavier with anticipation, so did mine. I spread my legs for him and he took in my body with glassy eyes.
I was in no state for speaking, all I could do was express my desire with my body and my eyes. I needed him badly and I was offering myself shamelessly.
He pulled his zipped, dropped his pants and joined me on the bed.
When his skin slid over mine, his weight pressing me down, I moaned. God, this wasn’t real.
Finally, I felt his cock teasing my clit. He was so cruel!
I pushed against him, making him moan.
“God, Lindsey,” he whispered so quietly, you would’ve thought it was just a breath.
Supporting himself on his elbows, he adjusted his position and started pushing into me. He was big, he needed to move slowly so he wouldn’t hurt me.
I let him set the pace. It was maddening to feel him penetrate me so slowly, but the ecstasy was sweet with every inch of his cock.
Unconscious, I started moving my hips, taking more of him, until I felt filled to the brim. Then he pulled out. And in again.
Gradually, he increased his speed, putting more pressure every time he pistoned into me.
Soon, I was digging my nails into his back, my moans so loud he had to kiss me to keep me quiet.
I needed everything he had. I raised my knees high at his sides, giving him more access, trying to accommodate him better.
I had been with tall or big guys before. True, none of them as tall as Adam, but I would have never expected his cock to be so perfectly proportioned to his overall size.
He felt huge and my pussy was more than happy to adjust to him, despite everything.
The thoughts racing through my mind, although mangled, were mainly about how lucky I was to finally have him and how good it will feel to be fucked by him every day.
“God, baby, you’re gorgeous,” he said, taking his lips away from mine for a second. He thought it was safe, that I would be quiet.
What he didn’t know was that his thick cock, stretching me in a way that showed me I had never known real pleasure before, was pushing me closer to the edge with every thrust.
Finally, one more thrust, I pushed my hips into his and fireworks lit my mind up. I screamed as I came, my orgasm cascading through my body in waves of excruciating pleasure.
“Lindsey? Are you alright?” Dad called from the hallway. Adam froze.
I wasn’t having it. I pushed him on his back and straddled his hips.
My impatience to impale myself on his cock costed me. I yelped in pain as I took him whole in, in one swift move.
He was a surprised and as excited by the situation as I was.
Maybe my father had called for me again, or maybe it was just my own moaning, I couldn’t quite differentiate. All I knew was that I loved fucking Adam. I loved bouncing up and down his cock despite my thighs burning and I wouldn’t have stopped for the world.
I could feel him getting close. He grabbed my hips and held me midair, while he pistoned into me from underneath. I let him have his way, I was far too gone to control how things went.
I came again, as hard as the first time. Adam came as well, in sync with me, his body tensing beneath mine.
Exhausted, I dropped on top of him, blissfully enjoying the pain in my thighs. Long after he had pulled his cock out, I still felt him inside.
“Honey, I don’t know what’s happening in there and I’m coming in!” my father shouted before I heard his spare key unlocking my door.
“Don’t.” I finally answered him. “We’ll be right out.”
“Is this the part where we do the explaining?” Adam asked.
“Yep,” I said, gathering my clothes from the floor. “Look sharp, sailor, you’re going to be court martialed.”
He caught the clothes I threw his way and made a scrunchy face at me. “For the record, Missy, I’m not a sailor.”
At least we were in good spirits before the Inquisition started.
ADAM
I walked through the door and was instantly overcome with calmness.
“Honey, I’m home!”
“Hi, home. I’m honey,” Lindsey answered with her favorite joke. She still found it funny.
“What’s cooking’?”
“I’m trying to make burritos.”
“For dinner?” I asked, watching her mix something mysterious in a bowl.
“Yeah, because take-out is so much better.”
I couldn’t care less about what she made. I had everything I want
ed.
I showed her that by gently kissing her neck.