Page 14 of Stepbrother Obsessed

He pulls out immediately but it’s far too late. The majority of his load is already inside me, thick and creamy, and even as he pulls back, the tip of his dick is connected to my intimate spot by a long string of gooey spunk. Hell, he’s still coming, and hot spurts of semen jet onto my thighs as he screams again.

“Shit!” he shouts, looking down at our bodies with unadulterated terror. “Please tell me you’re on the pill.”

I shake my head, biting my lip, panting from the sheer pleasure I just experienced.

“No, I’m not, but it’s fine,” I say quickly. “It’s not that time of the month for me. I mean, not “time of the month” as in my period, but a woman’s fertile only for a few days each month. I’m not there.”

Nick’s breathing hard, his handsome expression frozen as he stares at his dick. It’s still oozing cum, the glimmering liquid virile and thick.

“Oh god, I hope you’re right,” he rasps. “Fuck fuck fuck, what have I done?”

I sit up then, taking his handsome mien between my hands.

“Nick, it’s not the end of the world,” I murmur. “I wanted this, and besides, I’m not fertile at the moment. It’s fine. It’s going to be fine.”

But he’s still panicked, reaching to yank up his pants. “I’ll get you some Plan B,” he babbles. “Where’s the nearest drugstore? Fuck fuck fuck!”

It’s almost insulting how frenzied the alpha male is, but I get it because we’re not in a relationship. He doesn’t know that I’ve yearned for him for two years straight, and how I’ve lost multiple nights of sleep to this man. Hell, maybe my stepbrother hates my guts. It’s very likely, seeing that we parted on bad terms last time.

“It’s fine,” I try again, already feeling a little defeated. I reach for a tissue and dab gently at the mess on my thighs. To behonest, I love having his semen on me and in me, a reminder of our intense coupling. But now the real world has intruded, and I have to be cognizant of the situation. Clearly, Nick’s freaking out, and it’s beginning to freak me out too.

“It’s fine,” I say in a firm, even tone, shooting him a look while pulling my skirt down and straightening the top to cover my breasts. “We’ll be fine, Nick. I promise.”

But the alpha male’s panic is building, and he rises to his full height in the small room, glowering down at me.

“You may be fine, but I’m not,” he snaps. “I’m getting you some Plan B.” Then, he strides from the room, car keys already in hand, leaving me in silence. Meanwhile, I’m left to pick up the pieces. That was certainly a roller coaster because I went from the peak of pleasure, to the depths of hard reality. Sure, we both climaxed and enjoyed each other physically, but that’s all it was. Nick wants nothing to do with me, and obviously, he definitely doesn’t want a baby with me either.

With slow movements, I clamber to my feet before limping over to the sink in the next room. I certainly look like a well-fucked female. My hair’s a mess, and my lips look bee-stung and unusually red. There’s a glow on my cheeks, even if inside, I’m disappointed and cold.

But the show must go on. My little sister is getting married, and guests will notice if I suddenly disappear. With trembling hands, I splash water on my face, and then stare at my reflection.

Get it together, Kristie, the voice in my head warns.This isn’t the time to lose it. There are too many eyes on you, and on Nick as well. Put the situation from your mind, and act normal for a few more hours.

I nod jerkily, and pat my hair and straighten my dress again. Nick’s cum is seeping from my pussy, and there’s no way to stop it because I don’t have panties that can catch the drip. Okay, I’ll just have to continue making trips to the bathroom every half hour to take care of the mess. Yet I love feeling the warm, sticky ooze on my thighs. Even if Nick one hundred percent regrets our encounter, I don’t. I can’t, because I’ve yearned for him for so long.

But I can’t hide out in the women’s lounge forever, mooning like a lovesick dunce, so with a determined exhale, I spin on my heel and exit the restroom before striding out to the wedding party once more. Once I’ve reached the communal area, who greets me but my stepdad, Steve. He looks incredibly handsome with his silver hair brushed back, a twinkle in those blue eyes, and a perfectly cut suit decorating his form.

“Hi sweetheart,” he murmurs, stopping before me with flowers in hand. “You dropped the wedding bouquet after catching it, so I swooped it up and saved it for you. Here you go, honey.”

Then, he leans forward to give me a hug, except my stepfather is far too familiar. His lips brush my cheek and then snake over to my lips, even as I try to turn my face away. But it’s too late and we’re in an intimate liplock as every cell in my body curdles with disgust.

“Uck!” I shriek, pushing him away with my small fists. “What the hell? What was that about?”

Steve steps back, his expression regretful.

“I’m sorry, honey, it just happened,” he apologizes. “I’m unsteady on my feet these days, and slipped a little. You knowme. I’m old and basically need that Life Alert device for seniors in case I fall.”

Steve continues to speak, but my heart plummets because I can already see movement from the corner of my eye. There’s another person who just witnessed our kiss, and sure enough, it’s my stepbrother Nick. The handsome doctor turns away with repulsion before storming out of the room, and I swallow heavily because once again, we’re back at square one … as enemies instead of lovers.

6

Nick

What the fuck? I knew Kristie was a slut, but I had no idea that her depravity was on-going and continuous. As far as I know, she’s been in Las Vegas for two years without coming home. But now that she’s back in Texas, it’s business as usual ...with my dad.

I curse out loud because the image of Kristie kissing Steve is burned in my frontal cortex. The beautiful blonde with her fucked-out look, her blonde hair in messy waves down her back. Her big bust trembled, and she was unsteady on her feet, probably because I’d pummeled her so hard after our encounter in the women’s lounge. Hell, I could even see a slick of my semen on her thighs. Yes, I pumped so much into the gorgeous girl that she was literally dripping my man milk.

Yet the moment she saw Steve, our encounter was forgotten. She practically danced into my dad’s arms, taking the bouquet from his hands, and of course, they kissed like long-lost lovers.My father had his tongue halfway down her throat, and Kristie moaned ravenously, pressing those big tits against his hard chest.

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