When my eyes pop open, there’s light suddenly flooding into the backyard, shining through the windows and sliding glass door. I crane my head back in time to watch Steven’s silhouette through one of the windows.
“Oh, fuck!” I push on Brayden’s chest, forcing us up, and move the cups of my bikini back over my breasts.
My heart is hammering against my ribs as fear rips through me. Brayden is still inside me, not moving, his gaze locked on the wandering shadows in the house. I can see it in his eyes, kinda like Ryan. He’s formulating a plan.
His eyes focus back on me and his look of dread morphs into a soft smile, followed by a tender kiss.
Fuck.
Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fucking, fuck.
My dick is trapped in the hot, wet suction of Kira’s *, practically begging me not to leave. And the parents just arrived home while I’m fucking my stepsister on the pool deck.
That makes my cock even harder. The shock of being found out should drain the desire from me, but somehow, it amps it up.
I want to keep sliding my cock in her, racing to get us both off before we’re noticed.
Kira is frozen in place, staring at me, silently begging for direction. My brain is quickly formulating a plan, and step one is to pull my dick from the only place I want to be right now.
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath.
Step two is to find a way to get us not only out of suspicion, but also upstairs. I move the strip of her bathing suit back over her juicy * that’s calling to me and give it a little pat, then take in a breath as I slide back into the water.
My cock thankfully shrinks back some from the cool against the skin. It’s a puzzle piece to get it back in and keep it from being too obvious I’m sporting a boner.
Kira’s still not moving, and I push out of the water and kiss her lips. “Stay here, or find a way upstairs,” I whisper.
Nodding, she slowly pulls her legs out and sneaks over to get a towel.
Guess upstairs it is.
My heart is hammering in my chest with each step I take, water sliding down my body. I grab a towel from one of the loungers and do a pat dry of my legs, then swing it over my neck to drape in front of me.
Dad hasn’t seen my tattoos, and I don’t ever want him to if I can help it.
I pull open the sliding glass door and step in. The air conditioning makes me shiver while the voice I hate echoes off the walls. He steps into the kitchen and jumps when he sees me.
“Brayden, you scared me.”
“Sorry.”
“Night swim?”
I nod. “It’s nice and warm out tonight.”
He glances around, his gaze scanning me as I run the towel over my hair.
“Is your sister home?”
She’s not my sister.
I shake my head. “She went out with some friends.”
He nods, still eyeing me. There’s doubt in his gaze, and he’s right, but I’m not going to let him know that.
“You’re home early.”
He shakes his head. “Somehow got out of the house and all the way to the restaurant without my wallet.”
“That sucks.” I hate our small talk. It’s too forced. I also hate how his continued presence is keeping me from Kira.
“Steven, did you find it?” Sonia asks, coming around the corner from the direction of the half bath. “Oh, hi, Brayden.”
I wave at her as she grabs onto my father’s arm. “We should get going, we’re already really late.”
The lines around his eyes crinkle, and his lips form a thin and downturned line. “You think I don’t know that?” he asks through clenched teeth.
There’s venom in his tone and my first instinct is to put myself between him and her.
Sonia starts, but quickly recovers. “Have a good night, Brayden.” She gives me a soft smile, then turns to him. “Come along, Steven.”
I watch them walk into the garage, staying completely frozen as I listen both for the garage door to close and their car to speed off.
The adrenaline coursing through my body has me so jacked up that the only way I’m going to both calm down and alleviate the blue balls I’ve got going on is to go find my girl and finish what we started.
I take the stairs two at a time, rushing up to find her. When I get to the top, only the hall light is on.
“Kira?”
Nothing.
I check my room first, but it’s empty, then turn the handle to her door.
She’s there, sitting in the middle of her bed, wrapped in a towel, staring at me with wide eyes that are glowing from her phone.
“Are they gone?” she asks, whispering.
“Yeah.”
She leans over and turns on her bedside light. “That was close.”
I nod. “Exciting, too.”
“No, not exciting at all.”
“You’re telling me that the thrill of getting caught didn’t turn you on just a little?”
She squirms where she’s sitting. “No, it didn’t.”
Her cheeks are flush and as I dip down, I can almost feel how turned on she is. “I call bullshit.”
“You’re full of shit.”