Page 34 of Bad for Me

Light spilled out of my stepfather’s bedroom, and the unmistakable sounds of sex filled the hallway.

My entire body turned hot with embarrassment and shame, certainly not because the idea of my stepfather having sex went straight to my pussy, lighting up a fierce ache in my core, and definitely not because I was painfully jealous.

No, I was just getting some water. He could have sex. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted. My mother had cheated, and I certainly didn’t have any claim to him. Not that I wanted one!

“So fucking tight around me, your pussy strangling my cock like the slut you are,” Gavin’s voice sliced through me, and my clit pulsed. Oh, God. They were both in there. Together.

The sound of a woman crying out with pleasure and begging for more obliterated my ability to contain my curiosity. I snuck closer to the cracked door, careful not to make a sound with my bare feet.

My stepfather sat on the edge of his bed, naked, the hard muscles of his torso painted in tattoos, a blonde woman between his thighs, bobbing up and down on his cock. Gavin stood behind her, his cock deep inside her pussy, spanking her already reddened ass as he fucked her.

Astheyfucked her.

My pussy throbbed in time with their thrusts, begging for me to slide my hand into my silky pajama shorts and finger myself. As Gavin degraded the woman between them, my stepfather praised her, combing his fingers through her hair as she took him deeper and deeper.

When Gavin thrust his hips forward, I bit my lip to hold in a moan, imagining him doing the same to me, imagining myself between them, their hands shoving me back and forth, forcing me to take them, as they fucked me, filled me,bred me.

I must have made a noise because my stepfather’s gaze snapped to the door. With a soft gasp, I dashed back to my room, slamming the door shut and leaping under my covers.

Terrified, turned on, shocked, and a confused mess of emotions, I didn’t think twice about sliding my fingers between my legs as I lay alone in my bed. Imagining my stepfather’s hands on me, Gavin’s lips wrapped around a nipple, rough fingers circling my clit, I brought myself to a swift climax.

It wasn’t enough.

A tear slipped down my face, and soon I was sobbing again.

They hated me.

Iwasn’t enough.

I never would be.

I couldn’t wait here for them to wake up. I couldn’t face the unknown woman over breakfast as I nursed a broken heart.

I called a cab to take me to the bus station, rather than suffer through hours in the car on the way back to school with the cruel men I couldn’t have.

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Fuck spring break,fuck being broke, fuck my mother—no, that wasn’t fair, it wasn’t her fault she’d fallen in love again and was gallivanting around Europe with her new, broke, beau. But more than anything, fuck my stepfather for buying a cabin in New England, where it was still cold even in late March, and a brewing storm threatened overhead.

And fuck my stepbrother for sure. If it weren’t for his incessant bullying, I’d be safely ensconced in my stepfather’s mansion right now, instead of driving faster through the winding forest road, hoping to outrun the impending storm before I made it to my stepfather’s lakeside cabin.

Tinny music blared on the radio, and not for the first time, I wished I’d saved enough to upgrade the sound system in the beat up junker I’d bought for a song and repaired myself.

“Fuck Mom,” I muttered to myself as I shivered, my breath fogging in front of me, it was so damn cold. Yeah, sure, a sound system was my highest priority with the car.

The divorce wasn’t final, but my mother was long gone. By the time my stepfather’d caught her cheating on him, she’d cheerfully moved on to her next rich partner, and then another. She wasn’t a bad person, just woefully unprepared to navigate life on her own. And certainly, she wasn’t prepared to raise a kid, let alone help that kid through college, especially since her series of rich husbands made it difficult for me to qualify for financial aid.

In theory, Aiden still welcomed me with open arms. In reality, his son, my stepbrother, never missed an opportunity to make it clear what he thought of me.

Gavin had tolerated me when our parents were together, but this year, he’d thrown a rager two nights before Christmas and threatened to turn me over his knee in front of everyone if I didn’t leave. I’d ended up spending the holiday in a cheap pay-by-the-hour hotel, and since then, I hadn’t been back.

But the cabin should be safe. Empty. Deserted. The Silverwoods didn’t even know I’d kept a key when I moved out to go to college.

Once, just once, I’d complained to Aiden about his son’s behavior. My stepfather looked me in the eye and told me that maybe I shouldn’t brat if I weren’t ready to face the consequences.

Then I spent the night masturbating to the idea of my stepfather and my stepbrother turning my ass red and then fucking me stupid together.

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