Page 5 of Back Seat Baby

He owns every part of my body right now, and I can’t get enough of it. Of him. I’m practically mauling him as I deepen the kiss, tasting the faint cinnamon and mint lacing his tongue, letting him steal my air so I can’t scream and alert Dad to what we’re doing.

He breaks the kiss as his dick pulses and jerks. “Becca, Becca, fuck! I’m going to cum.”

I moan and clench around Samir’s firm shaft, but something…something I’m supposed to remember…breaks through the fog of lust. My blood runs cold, and my heart drops into my stomach when it finally hits me…

I lurch forward to sit up on my knees to lift off his cock. “Pull out. Pull out!”

Samir grips my hips to hold me still and pumps the fat head of his dick in and out of me shallowly. “Why?”

“I let my birth control lapse after I broke up with Matt,” I say with increasing panic.

His fingers flex. “Oh fuck, Becca, yes,” he growls and yanks me hard back down on his length, then loops a muscled arm around my stomach while he grips my throat, pressing my head back against his shoulder so I can’t move.

My mouth drops open, and my eyes roll back in my head as Samir braces his feet on the floor and savagely thrusts into me relentlessly from below. I’m right on the cusp of a third orgasm when my step-brother grips my jaw and forces me to tilt my head, then shoves his tongue in my mouth and cums inside me with a feral growl.

He slips his hand between my thighs to massage my overly sensitive clit aggressively and commands, “Cum with me, Becca. Be a good girl and fucking suck my cum deep inside you and say my name. Now!”

I cry out Samir’s name into his mouth as I fly over the peak of my blistering hot climax. I jerk and slap at his hand to get away from his unrelenting fingers on my clit, drawing out my orgasm for so long that I think I’m going to pass out from the sheer intensity of it. It’s only when I’m full-on crying from the strength and force of my release that Samir stops playing with my clit and pulls his hand away.

I sob and shake in Samir’s arms as I come down, my fingers and toes numb and twitching. I have no control over my body. Samir does.

“Good girl. Such a good girl for me,” he croons with an awed whisper as he kisses me so sweetly, tenderly caressing my belly. It’s a dizzying one-eighty from the dominance he exerted over my body just a few minutes ago.

My eyes drift closed as Samir circles my belly button, then splays his large, warm hand over my lower belly pooch. I can just make out his barely audible voice when he says, “My good girl. You’re mine now, Becca,” before I slip out of consciousness.

Chapter 4

Samir

I’m going crazy, tossing in my bed, reliving the moment I came inside Becca while Dad snores on from his bed in our hotel room, oblivious to my obsessive thoughts about his daughter. When Mom and Dad told us that they booked two rooms for our overnight stop halfway to Tuscon, I stupidly thought our parents would be in one room with the twins while I’d get to share a room with Becca. But she’s in the other room next door while I’m stuck here dreaming about all the things I would have done to her body if we got to spend the night together. About how many times I could cum inside her unprotected, dripping-wet, dream-come-true pussy.

I slip my hand under the covers and into my sweatpants, slowly stroking my achingly hard shaft as I close my eyes and smile when I revel in the memory of Becca falling asleep with my dick and cum still inside her after I gave her three orgasms. I didn’t know I had it in me. Since I was a virgin—having saved myself for the girl I’ve been in love with since we met—I thought for sure I’d cum the instant my dick touched her bare skin. It took nearly everything in me not to cum in my pants the second I pulled her onto my lap.

She doesn’t know that I’m the one who brought up my concerns to Mom about her sentimental valuables falling or breaking if we stuffed them in with everything else in the trailer. I’m the one who gave Dad the idea to remove the second-row seats instead of the third-row. I wanted our parents to pack the Tahoe full, forcing Becca and me to share the back bench seat instead of sitting separately in the bucket seats.

My plan worked perfectly, down to Becca being so uncomfortable in the cramped space that I had the perfect excuse to make her sit on my dick for hours and hours and hours. It couldn’t have worked out any better when she started wiggling and complaining about her hips from sitting in one position for so long that I got to massage her thick thighs. I would have been satisfied with just that, but then, oh man, I spontaneously took it a step further, and I couldn’t believe my luck when she didn’t protest my pulling her leggings down, giving me my first look at her full, round ass that has played a starring roll in my wet-dreams for years.

And that tiny white thong of hers? She doesn’t know that I snuck into her room the night before to place it on top in her panty drawer so she’d pick it to wear. Fucking hell, the sight of the narrow white fabric between her cheeks had my balls seizing up tight, ready to unload my cum all over her ass.

But I couldn’t let that happen. I had to save it so I could spend it deep inside her pussy. And when she tried to pop off my dick and told me she wasn’t on birth control anymore? That shit had the most primal part of me taking over my brain, envisioning her belly swelling and stretching to grow my baby.

It’s that thought that has me throwing my covers off and stumbling out of bed to the small bathroom. I have just enough time to yank my shirt up and jack my cock twice before my cum pulses out and paints the bathroom mirror. Fuck, how I wish it were painting Becca’s insides instead.

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Becca won’t make eye contact with me while we eat our continental breakfast with our parents the next morning before we get back on the road. It kills me that she won’t give me her jade-green eyes—the ones our future children might have. With the plan I have in store for her, she’ll be giving me those eyes long before we make it to Tuscon.

As he did yesterday, Dad cranks up the volume on his early 2000’s rock playlist, still oblivious to us in the backseat. Becca sits silently at my side, doing her best to make herself small and squeeze her gorgeous curves into the minuscule amount of space between me and the boxes blocking the back window as she stares blankly at them.

I can’t keep my eyes off her in the fitted white Arizona Wildcats T-shirt she bought on our trip to visit our university’s campus—the same one I picked out for myself this morning. She was so pissed that I applied to and got into UA after I overheard her talking to Dad about which colleges were on her list. She still doesn’t know that I applied to every school she did, ensuring that we’d be together no matter what. What I hadn’t foreseen was our parents going with us as well.

I’ve been saving up every cent I’ve earned from my after-school and summer jobs, as well as investing the considerable sum of money I inherited from my grandfather when he passed two years ago in different high-yield savings accounts. And since I have enough money to support the two of us and any future children we might have until long after we finish school and Becca pursues her music career, I had been planning on renting an off-campus apartment. I was going to convince our parents to let Becca move in with me since the dorms are so expensive.

Unfortunately, I have to put those plans on hold for a few months since our parents would have some serious questions as to why I want to move into my own apartment and bring Becca with me after they just bought the new house, and I can’t have that. Can’t have them questioning my motives when it comes to Becca just yet.

So for now, I’ll make do with sharing a bedroom wall with her on the second story of our new house instead of on opposite sides at our last house, at least until she’s pregnant and we can reveal our relationship. Our parents will be forced to accept us as a couple, as a growing family of our own, even if they’re unhappy about it.

I bide my time in the Tahoe, somewhat impatiently, imagining what color thong she picked out to wear under her black leggings today. It doesn’t take long before Becca starts squirming, just as I figured she would. I’ve surreptitiously been spreading my knees wider and wider, nudging her closer to the stack of boxes at her side so she’d have even less room.

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