“Hey, man. You heading out for your vacation?”
I looked over my shoulder as Clayton Samuels, my bunkmate and friend, came striding into our small room. “Yeah. I’m heading to Hawaii for two weeks. Sand, surf, and bikini-clad women.”
“Have you decided yet?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and squeezed my eyes shut. Part of the reason that I was taking this vacation was because I had about three weeks left to make my decision whether I was going to re-enlist again. I’d been here for three years without going home. I spoke to Dad on the phone maybe once a month, and Drew and I wrote letters and talked on the phone a lot. Emails would have been faster, but it’s always nice to actually get something to physically open.
“No. I’m going to sit on the beach, surf a little, drink a lot, and try to decide what I’m going to do.”
Clayton shook his head, “You should try to go home, man. You’ve been here three years without seeing your family.”
“I know.” I let out a sigh. “Trust me, I know.”
“I’m sure they would love to see you.”
“Some of them would, I’m sure,” I said, thinking about Drew. Dad and I had a tense relationship at best. Probably because I was more like him than he cared to admit. It took distance to make our relationship work.
Drew was book smart and pleasant by nature. He was calm and even-tempered, just like our mom had been. Me, I was a hardheaded asshole to anyone close to me. Yeah, I could follow orders in the military, but that was my job. In my personal life, I didn’t want to take shit from anyone, and I was the one in charge. Dad and I butted heads a lot after Mom died. She was the peacemaker when she was alive, and Drew tried to keep the peace between us after she was gone. It wasn’t fair to Drew for us to put him in the middle, so as soon as I turned eighteen, I signed up for the service. The day after graduation, I shipped out for bootcamp.
It wasn’t fair to my brother to put him in the middle of that mess, but that wasn’t the real reason I stayed away from home for so long. In three years, I’ve grown up and I know I can handle being around my dad. The real reason I stayed away was because ofher—Nora.
Nora was barely fifteen when I met her, and I was just about to turn eighteen. I hated myself for the attraction I felt for her, and that she was my stepsister multiplied that self-loathing by a thousand. It felt wrong to think about her the way I did, but sometimes I couldn’t help myself. Definitely not back then, and even to this day.
“What are you doing in here?” I growled, seeing Nora sitting on my bed and playing on my game system.
“I wanted to see what all the fuss is about with this game. Guys at school are always talking about it.” She shrugged as she died on the game.
“Scoot over.” I grabbed a second controller and sat on the floor in front of the bed. There was no way I could sit on the bed with her, but even on the floor, I was all too aware of the fact that her bare legs were next to my shoulder and her creamy thigh was right beside my head. “Hand me one of those pillows up there, will you?”
Nora handed me a pillow, and I put it over my lap. She was too fucking close, and her smell made me lose my senses. I was a teenager, and my cock got hard with little stimulation as it was. With Nora, all she had to do was be around and I felt desire stir.
As painful as it was to be around her and not have her how I wanted, I knew I wouldn’t kick her out of my room. I’d sit there and teach her how to play the game.
“Here, we’ll make a posse of two and go exploring.”
“Okay.”
“Who’s been talking about this game?” I hated the fact that I was jealous of ‘the guys’ she said were talking about video games, and I wanted to know who it was she was hanging out with.
“Landon and Jeremy were talking about it yesterday at lunch. Today, there were other guys talking about it too. It sounded fun, and I knew you played it. So, I decided to see what the appeal of it was.”
I made a mental note to have a chat with Landon and Jeremy tomorrow at school to see where their heads were at concerning Nora. It was ridiculous because I didn’t have a claim on her, and I never could, but I didn’t want some asshole with her either. I spent two hours showing her how to play and the different tasks we could do. It wasn’t until her mom called up that it was time for dinner that we turned it off.
“That was fun. Can we play again sometime?”
I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw, thinking about all the ways I would prefer to play with her. Playing doctor or house seemed a lot more fun than a video game, but she was too young and completely off limits. “Yeah. Some other time,” I answered noncommittally. “Go on down. I’ll be there in a few.”
“See you at dinner, Dean, and thank you for showing me how to play”
I didn’t answer her. I couldn’t move from my spot. My dick was hard as stone, and I made sure she was gone before I moved the pillow from my lap. My sweet, innocent stepsister didn’t know what she did to me, and I was a sick fuck for even being affected by her.
My door was still open, so I got up to close it. Before I went downstairs for dinner, I needed to relieve the pressure in my balls. I pushed down my pants and lay on my bed where she had been sitting. The sheets smelled of her. I closed my eyes and breathed in her scent as I stroked myself to thoughts of her. It was sick, and it wasn’t right, but I couldn’t help myself.
I got lost in my fantasies because if I hadn’t been, I would have seen her phone sitting on my nightstand.I envisioned us together. Instead of my hand wrapped around my cock, it was her. I imagined sliding into her and her gasp of pleasure as I came deep inside her.
It took me a minute to realize I wasn’t imagining the gasp. When I turned my head, Nora was standing in my door. Her eyes were huge with surprise, and her face flushed with embarrassment and a hint of curiosity. I’d been caught—cock in hand—fantasizing about my stepsister. Fuck.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled and quickly snatched her phone before leaving my room, quietly closing the door behind her.
