I could feel my heart speed up as I heard Wesley do as he said, the rustling and familiar sounds of a belt being undone and clothes being pulled off seemingly loud in the pitch black cabin. I wondered for a second if he was just trying to get me half-naked, but honestly, even if he was, I didn’t care.
I listened for a minute before following suit, until I was down to the silk long underwear, panties, and light sports bra I had worn for the flight. Feeling around, I found the entrance to my sleeping bag and slid inside, shivering already in the cold of the cabin. Wesley followed the sound, only bumping me once as he worked his way into his own bag and pulled the roof cushions on top of us.
“Another thing,” Wesley said as he laid down. “I didn’t tell you before, but the pontoon that had the food we lost also had our big tent. We may have to build our own shelter once we move on.”
“Can you do it?” I said, wrapping my arms around Wes and feeling warmer already. “I mean, I know you can, but will we make it?” I already knew what his answer would be, but I needed to hear him say it.
“We’ll make it,” Wesley said confidently, words he seemed to be using a lot lately. “We just need to hope for good weather. If it starts raining or snowing, it’s not going to be fun out here.”
I felt myself drifting, nodding my head sleepily. I was exhausted, emotionally and physically. “Okay. I think I’m going to sleep now. Good night, Wes.”
“Good night, Robin.”
I wasn’t sure if I was sleeping or not, but I didn’t really care. I snuggled closer to Wesley and kissed his neck before realizing what I’d just done. It didn’t seem to faze him, though, and he didn’t say a word.
Even as I lost consciousness and my dreams overtook me, I smiled as I heard Wes shifting, pushing his hips back. Still, despite his best efforts, I could feel his cock poking into my hip, and for the first time in my life, I welcomed it.
Chapter 4
Robin
I knew I was dreaming. It was that type of dream where I felt like I was watching an old movie of my past. Wesley and I were about eighteen. It was a Saturday night, and we had stayed up late to watch a movie on HBO.
“Wes, do we really have to watch a horror movie?” I asked as Wesley munched on caramel popcorn. Wes was already over six feet tall, although his face was still pretty smooth and he hadn’t filled out yet. “I mean, really?”
“Oh come on, Robin, it’ll be fun,” Wesley replied, passing me the bowl of popcorn. “Besides, I didn’t say a thing when you made me sit through two hours of Sex In The City.”
“Okay, but you have to get me a Coke before the movie starts,” Robin said in way of compromise. “And a real Coke, none of that Pepsi stuff that you like to drink.”
“Good for me,” Wes said, bouncing off the couch and out of the family room. I could hear him half-running down the long hallway toward the stairs to the first floor, and I shook my head.
By the time Wes got back, the first strains of the theme music were playing, and Wes quickly plopped down on the sofa. Within minutes, both of us were caught up in the story, and when the first gory death happened about fifteen minutes into the movie, I jumped, a small shriek coming out unexpectedly.
Wes chuckled. “Come on, Robin, it’s only a movie. Tell you what, come over here and I’ll keep you safe.”
“Ass,” I replied, scooting over toward him anyway. We jockeyed around a bit until stretching out on the couch, Wes behind me while I stayed in front. We filled almost the entire couch, but I felt comfortable and warm as the remaining seventy minutes of gore and death rolled by on the screen, before in the end, the monster was vanquished by the smart yet outcast heroine, who was of course remarkably beautiful for a teenage outcast.
As the end credits rolled, I thought about getting up off the couch, but I was too tired. It was already two in the morning, and I felt warm and comfortable on the couch with Wesley. He was pretty cool for a stepbrother, although it was a shame that college would be starting soon and I’d probably see him less and less.
I could feel Wesley’s arms settle around my stomach as he also relaxed and started to settle in to sleep. It felt good, so I didn’t remove them, but instead I let myself drift off to sleep.
I woke up a few hours later, feeling something exciting and unfamiliar happening. My breasts were being stroked, and my nipples were hard and tight, sending delicious ripples up and down my body. At the same time, I could feel something hard and warm pushing into my backside, and with a start, I realized I was feeling Wes’s hard cock. His hands had crept up and were cupping my breasts, and his hips were rocking back and forth, pushing his dick against me. “Oh my God!” I whispered, rolling off the couch. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Wesley blinked uncomprehendingly for a moment, before he realized his cock was poking out. “Oh Jesus, Robin, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean . . . ”