“We should do it here more often,” Jenn told me with a gleam in her eye. “Except I think that policeman was totally on to us.”
I nodded in agreement, watching her. Jenn was so beautiful and fun, so much of what I wanted in a girlfriend. The whole thing was a little confusing for me, stepsiblings fucking each other and enjoying it, but deep down inside, I wanted something more than just sex with a girl, with Jenn, and that thought was frightening.
“What are you thinking?” Jenn asked, looking at me with a smile. We were still sitting under the tree, resting after our sexual encounter.
“Just thinking about us,” I said. I was thinking a lot about us; since we’d first had sex a few days ago, Jenn was at the top of my mind.
“About us having sex?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“I know, it’s crazy, right? Who would have thought?”
Jenn was so unassuming, which was why she probably hadn’t noticed how much I had always admired and watched her every move. I had constantly made fun of her being a virgin because I secretly hoped she would let me be the one to de-virginize her. Of course, I could never admit that to anyone—wanting to have sex with my stepsister—but I’d always thought about it. Instead of telling her how much I’d always liked her and risking her laughing at me, I figured it was better to keep my feelings to myself. “Who would have thought?”
“I still want my ice cream,” she said, changing the topic.
I had forgotten that ice cream had been the mission, but when she reminded me, I decided it was just another chance to spend time in her company. I stood and helped her up. “Sure, why not?”
“Man, I can still feel your cum dripping out of me,” she said with a laugh.
I looked at her dress and could see a slight stain around her pussy area. My cock tugged at the sight.
“Is that a hard-on?” she asked, pointing at my erection.
“Nothing escapes you, huh?” I asked as I laughed.
“Certainly not something that big. That, though, has to wait until we get home, unless you want to get arrested,” she laughed.
“I’ll be fine,” I said, tugging at my sweatpants as if that would hide my hard-on. But I was not being totally truthful. My cock would be fine because there were plenty of opportunities to fuck Jenn, but I wasn’t sure how fine my heart would be if I didn’t stop thinking about her like I had been.
JENN
The next few days were crazy. My dad and Tyler’s mom were barely home, always either at work or hanging out together. This left plenty of time for Tyler and me to mess around, and we sure did. I think we had sex several times a day and in so many positions I couldn’t keep track. We were insatiable, and I loved it. But I was also beginning to realize that I might have a problem. Though I had always liked Tyler and had had a crush on him, I never considered feeling anything more than sibling love for him. I had always dreamed he’d be the one to take my virginity and we would be close forever, but I never actually added love to the equation. But as the days passed, I realized I was gradually falling for my stepbrother. I was spending my waking moments thinking of him and going to bed thinking of him. It was frightening, and I didn’t really like feeling so vulnerable.
Just a few days before the winter break ended, Tyler knocked on my door while I was lost in one of my daydreams, more like evening dreams, as it was already late in the day.
“Come in,” I called, knowing it was Tyler from the playful knock. “Don’t you think you’re too old to play music with my door?” I always teased him because he knocked on my door like he was playing the drums without a rhythm.
“Why should I? You seem to enjoy it.”
“Whatever. What do you want?” I asked in mock annoyance, while inside, I was so happy to see him.
“Wondering if you’d like to go out tonight. A bunch of my friends invited me to go bowling with them and their dates.”
“And you want to take your sister?”
“What’s wrong with that?” he asked. He sat so close to me on my bed that if I leaned over, I could kiss him. But our parents were home, and we were more guarded when we had company.
“Well, wouldn’t it be more appropriate to take someone else? Like Stacey?”
“Come on, Jenn, you know there is no Stacey,” he said.
“What happened to her?” I asked, knowing full well that he had dropped her like sack of hot potatoes. That was the way he operated; get the women and dump them a few weeks afterwards. I knew he probably would have moved on from me if we didn’t live in the same house or weren’t siblings.
“You know she was just a friend.”
“A short-term friend,” I said, propping myself up on the pillow.
“So, are you going or not?” he asked me, his deep brown eyes piercing.
“Yeah, I’ll go with you,” I said, getting out of bed, sure I looked like a hot mess.