I whimpered against his palm, nodding frantically. Yes. God, yes.
He fucked me hard and fast, pinning me to the trunk with his body, one hand braced beside my head, the other gripping my thigh so tight I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow. Bark scraped my back through my shirt, and his belt buckle dug into my hip with every thrust.
The risk—the very real possibility that a hiker, a fisherman, or anyone could round the bend and see us—made everything sharper, hotter, more obscene.
“Such a needy little thing,” he muttered against my ear. “Letting me take you out here where anyone can see. Leg wrapped around me like you can’t get enough of my cock.”
My pussy clenched around him as if my body had a mind of its own. I moaned behind his hand, and he shifted his angle, hitting that spot inside me that made white lights burst behind my eyes.
“Come,” he ordered. “Come all over me. Right here. Right now.”
I shattered so hard and sudden that my pussy pulsed and gushed around him as I screamed into his palm. He fucked me through it, thrusts growing erratic, until he buried himself deep and came with a low, broken groan, filling me up while his forehead dropped to mine.
We stayed locked together for a long moment after we both got off, our bodies sweaty, panting, his cock still twitching inside me. Then Marcus eased out slowly. I immediately felt his cum slide out of me and trail down my inner thigh. He fixed my shorts with careful hands, kissed me softly, and lingered as if he were trying to memorize the taste and smell of me.
“Come on, baby. Back to the truck,” he murmured, “before someone actually shows up.”
“That’s why you wanted me to come out here with you? To get your exhibitionist rocks off?”
He chuckled, kissed me on the lips, but didn’t respond.
We walked back in silence, hands brushing every few steps. My legs felt like jelly, my heart wouldn’t slow down, and my panties drenched with his seed.
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
I opened my laptop and searched “stepfamily romance” on a private tab, my heart pounding. Curiosity got the better of me. The results flooded with forums, Reddit threads, and anonymous confession sites. Some were fantasy stories; others were people asking if they were “broken” for feeling things they shouldn’t. Most of the comments were brutal and judgmental.
“That’s disgusting. Step or not, it’s still incest-adjacent. Seek help.”
“You’re going to ruin lives. This isn’t love… it’s wrong on every level.”
“Society has lines for a reason. Cross them and don’t cry when everything burns.”
A few voices were softer. People who’d lived it, who said it could be real, and that love didn’t always follow rules. But they were drowned out by the outrage. I read until my eyes burned and my stomach churned.
Every word made me question everything. Yet, every word also made me want Marcus more. Because the judgment of the taboo and wrongness of it all was fuel now. It didn’t extinguish the fire. It fed it.
I closed the laptop, rolled onto my side, and stared at the wall separating my room from his. We were still being careful. Still hiding what we were to each other. And I hated every minute.
But the truth was… I didn’t want to pretend we were nothing more than what society saw.
I wanted it all, and I wanted that with Marcus.
Chapter Ten
Lila
The days blurred into a haze of stolen touches, but the cracks started showing fast.
Marcus and I moved like shadows in the house. Even though it was just us, we were careful, calculated, and always one breath away from giving ourselves away.
I found it equally frustrating and exhilarating.
He’d pin me against the fridge for a quick, bruising kiss when he got home from work, his hands sliding under my shirt to tease my nipples until I gasped.
I’d slip into his bed after midnight, waking him with my mouth on his cock, sucking him slow and deep until he fisted my hair and thrust into my throat.
Every time we fucked, it was quick and desperate, especially if he bent me over the couch, fingers digging into my hips as he pounded me from behind, whispering how wrong we were while he filled me up.
