Page 9 of Wanting My Stepbrother

“Son, what the hell is going on here?”

We turn to face our parents. “Dad, Shelby and I are together. I’m sorry if that’s weird for you, but it’s not changing, so you’re just going to have to deal with it. We’re going to my place to have a long overdue talk. We’ll see you soon.” I lift Shelby over my shoulder and carry her to my truck. We both look back to see our parents slack-jawed, their mouths hanging open in shock.

We drive for a few minutes before either of us says anything. Shelby is turned toward the window. I finally notice her shoulders shaking, and reach out to touch her. “Shelby, baby,I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.” She turns to me and I see that she’s laughing. I wasn’t expecting that. “You’re laughing? What’s so funny?”

“Did you see our parents? The look on their faces. I wish I’d taken a picture. I don’t think anyone has ever rendered Mom speechless before. Their mouths were just hanging open like this,” she demonstrates, laughing even harder.

The more I think about it, the funnier it is. By the time we get to the highway, we are both in stitches. It takes several minutes to finally get it out of our systems and calm down. Now it’s time to be serious.

“Okay, sugar. What the fuck was that shit all about? Why did you have a fucking “date?” If that motherfucker has touched you, I might have to kill him.”

She sighs, biting her fingernails. “I’m sorry. He wasn’t really a date. He’s my best friend, Angie’s boyfriend, Ross. I told her what was going on, and was worried that I was just convenient for you, and that maybe you weren’t as serious about me as I was about you. She said the best way to find how much you cared was to make you jealous, so she volunteered her boyfriend for the job. It was a stupid, immature thing to do. I’m so sorry. Please don’t hurt Ross. He’s head over heels for Angie, and only did it because she asked him to.”

I take in everything she has said. “You didn’t think I was serious about you? Why the fuck not?”

“I don’t know. You kept talking about sneaking around together. It’s been fun, but I don’t want to be a dirty little secret you hide from the world.”

I pull into my driveway and turn to her. “Have I not said you were mine?”

“Yes, but…”

“Have I not said I was going to fuck a baby into you?”

“Yes, but…”

“But, what?”

“But, I don’t know. Maybe guys just say those things?”

“No, baby. At least, this guy doesn’t. In case I didn’t make myself absolutely fucking clear,I love you. I’ve loved you since I first laid eyes on you, and I’ll love you till the day I die. I want you in my bed, in my house, and in my life. Not just for a few days.Forever.I want my ring on your finger and my baby in your belly as soon as fucking possible.”

“Oh, wow. I had no idea,” she says, through watery eyes. “I love you, too, Roman,” she says, kissing me hungrily.

“Thank god,” I say against her mouth. “Now, there’s the matter of your punishment.”

“My punishment? What did I do?”

“You tried to make me jealous, which workedwaytoo fucking well. Be glad I didn’t kill that poor guy. I still need to punish you for it, though.”

“How?”

“You’ll see, darlin’. You’ll see.”

Eleven

Shelby

When he said he was going to punish me, I didn’t know what to expect. It certainly wasn’t this. “Strip,” he commands. I take off my dress. Now I’m down to just my bra and thong. “The rest, sugar. I want to see all of your gorgeous body.” I eagerly peel everything off.

“Now what?” He slowly strips off his clothes until he is in just his boxers. So far, I’m liking this punishment. A lot. If this is what happens when I misbehave, I’ll be doing it all the time. He sits down on the couch and pats his thigh.

“Come here.” I walk over to him. “Lie across my lap, face down.” I do as instructed, not sure what to expect. His hard cock pressing into my belly makes my pussy throb and prompts me to moan with need. “You were such a bad girl today, Shelby. I need to punish you now.”

“What are you going to do?” As soon as I ask, he brings a palm down against my ass cheek. “Ow!” He smacks the other. It burns,but feels good. After a few smacks, I’m pushing my ass up toward him, wanting more, and my pussy is flooded.

“Fuck, baby. I knew you’d like your punishment. I love seeing my hand prints on your sexy ass,” he says, massaging and squeezing my ass. “Are you wet for me, baby?”

“So wet. Please, Roman.” He pushes two fingers inside my drenched folds.

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