Pleasure zipped up my thighs to my balls, and my cock pulsed inside her.
“I fucking love when you take my cum like a good girl,” I taunted as I spilled into her, hot and heavy, the sound of skin on skin quickly becoming wetter. “You’re such a little whore for your stepbrother, Av. Just look at you. Moaning my name. Writhing under me like a pathetic little animal.” I continued thrusting, her orgasm lasting longer than mine, prolonging her pleasure. “You’re so desperate for my cock; you’d do anything for it, wouldn’t you?”
Her eyes opened, and she nodded.
I could’ve come again if I’d had it in me, but I was already softening inside her.
Later,I promised us both.
Avery wasn’t full enough. She needed my cum dripping out of her for the rest of the day, so I’d be fucking her again as soon as I recovered.
“Isaid no,” he snapped harshly.
“Rowen, you have no idea how they’ll react. It’s been months. Maybe everything has blown over. Maybe we have to be the ones to take the first step.”
“Do you not remember the things they said that night? Disgusting? That we should be ashamed? Or my personal favorite: ‘You’re not right in the head’?” He mocked his father’s voice for the last part.
“It was a heated moment. I can’t imagine being in their shoes and walking in on their step-kids having sex.”
This wasn’t the first time we’d argued about seeing our parents. Rowen wanted to cut them off completely, never see them again, pretend like they didn’t exist. He took it as a personal hit every time I mentioned going to visit them, as if my wanting to see them meant I didn’t want to see him anymore.
“Why do you keep making excuses for them, Av? Who cares what they were going through—we’re their fucking kids! They could’ve taken a step back before saying all that shit. They didn’t have to tear us down the moment things got uncomfortable.” He was holding my hands in his, gripping them like he was afraid to let go, afraid I’d walk out the door and never come back.
Truth be told, it was my fault he was so upset this time. After so many failed attempts at convincing him we should visit, I’d decided to go on my own—in secret. Rowen wasn’t meant to come out and see me trying to lug my suitcase to the garage.
He panicked, thinking I was leaving him, but the real reason hadn’t brought him any more comfort.
“Please, Rowen.” I looked him in the eyes, making him see how serious I was about doing this. “You can come with me, and if anything goes wrong, we leave. I won’t fight or argue. One hateful glance or comment, and we leave.” I squeezed his hands. “I want you to come with me.”
Rowen didn’t cry—not that I was aware of anyway—but he looked like he was about to. He looked like a broken man who’d just lost the fight of his life.
I understood, though. I couldn’t imagine the pain of losing him, especially if it was his choice to leave. I just wished he’d give me the benefit of the doubt, understand I missed my mom, even if she did say those awful things to me that night and had ignored me ever since.
“We can’t,” he said while shaking his head.
“Youcan’t,” I started to pull away from him, “but I can.”
At first, I thought he was going to keep me there, refuse to let me go, because his hands were frozen around mine. Then, his grip loosened, and my hands fell to my sides.
“I’ll be back. I promise.” I stood on my toes to kiss his lips, but he didn’t kiss me back. Guilt settled in my stomach like a brick.I felt like I was going to throw up as I grabbed my suitcase and walked out the door.
The garage was quiet. I put the suitcase in the trunk, but by the time I closed it, I heard his footsteps.
“I’m sorry, Av. I can’t let you go.”
He threw me over his shoulder and headed back inside.
“Rowen! What are you—Put me down! Right now! Stop this!”
I continued to scream as he carried me through the house, up the stairs, into our bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed, and I couldn’t help but giggle.
You should’ve known he’d want sex before you left.
My stomach fluttered and my thighs clenched. I let him cuff my wrists to the headboard. He didn’t say anything, even when he dragged my panties down my legs and lifted my dress to my hips.
His eyes finally met mine as he lowered his head between my legs, kissing up from my knee to my middle on one side, then the other. I was panting by the time he reached my core the second time.
“Please, Rowen,” I begged shamelessly.
