by Lucy Snow
“You know, it does sound nice when you put it that way. But…” he said as he raised his head to mine, trailing his tongue across my body and raising little shudders in me as he did so. He whispered into my ear, his breath again pushing my hair out of the way. “I was kinda thinking you might want to stroke something else of mine instead of just my ego.”
“Oh? What did you have in mind?” I said, as coyly as a girl could be when coming down off the biggest orgasm since…last night’s orgasm. I waited with bated breath for what Harrison would say next.
Instead of replying, he just took one of my hands in his and lowered them both to the outline of his hard cock, still pressing against his briefs. He looked at me and winked.
“I see what you’re saying and I understand, despite all the flowery and confusing language you’re using,” I started, rubbing his cock and marveling again at both its size and how easily he fit it into me. “There’s just one problem with your request.”
“Oh?” Harrison furrowed his brow. I loved how sexy he looked when he did that. He was clearly a born problem solver and loved nothing more than figuring out what was wrong and then deciding on a plan to fix it, and I could tell he was already gearing up to overcome whatever objection I could come up with.
So I decided to hit him with a doozy, pulling his head back down to me with my free hand so I could whisper in his ear for a change. “The problem is,” I teased with a light breath, letting the moment linger. Harrison listened intently, focusing entirely on me, and I said nothing until I thought it was bordering on cruelty. “You’re still wearing too much clothing.”
I watched Harrison flush, and he turned to face me, kissing me hard and pushing his face into mine. “That,” he whispered in between long kisses that shook me to my core, “is a problem I am uniquely qualified to solve.”
“I thought as much. Get to it, soldier.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Without his eyes leaving mine, Harrison propped himself up on one strong hand, letting me run my fingers up and down, feeling each strand of corded muscle contained therein, while he used his other hand to quickly get rid of his pesky boxer briefs, freeing me to see his massive hard cock for the first, well, second time in light. The first time didn’t count, though, because, you know, it was in a bathroom and we hated each other. I tried not to remind myself that that was less than 24 hours earlier.
Harrison’s cock was magnificent. If there was a way for every fantasy a girl ever had about male anatomy to be rolled up into one representative of all of them, the perfect cock, Harrison’s was as close to what I assumed it would look like. Even though I was exhausted and I’d just had an an orgasm that ranked up there with the best in my life, the sight of Harrison’s cock looming above my pussy like that brought me all the way back, ready to go again.
Harrison watched my fangirl response with an amused expression on his face. “Like what you see?” He said, when I finally managed to tear my gaze away from his cock to be more polite and stare at his beautiful face.
“You know I do.”
“Are you ready?”
I laughed, breaking all the sexual tension in the room with a hammer and sweeping it away with a dustpan, never to be seen again. “Yes, Harrison, I’m ready. I’m so ready. Please!” I looked at him with pleading eyes, not too thrilled with how easy I was making it, but totally carried away with how much I wanted him inside me.
“Alrighty then,” was all he said, leaning down to plant kisses on my neck and shoulders. “But first….”
“Come onnnn, Harrison,” I moaned, “what is it now?”
“You’re still wearing too much clothing.”
He was right, I still had my bra on. I pressed back against him, snaking my hands around my back as quickly as I could and unclasped it, slipping the straps off my shoulders, and finally exposing my breasts. As it to underscore the point instead of throwing the bra away, I handed it to Harrison, sticking my tongue out at him at the same time.
“Brat.” He took great care to place my bra on the floor, as if such crazy contraptions confused him and were worthy of specific attention and focus. Boys were so funny.
“You love it.”
“I just might.” He came back in for more kisses, this time lowering his entire body onto me rather than just his face, and I felt the heat of his torso envelop me, press me down into the mattress. I wrapped my legs around him, and pulled him into me.
Harrison pushed his cock into me, slowly at first, feeling me stretch out around his thickness, and I gasped as he entered. We looked at each other, Harrison watching me for signs I was in too much pain, but after a moment I nodded to him and tightened my legs, giving him the go-ahead to push in further. He kept going and after a few seconds he was all the way inside me.
I let out a long and low moan, feeling overwhelmed by the pressure I felt inside my pussy from his long cock, all the way in. Harrison paused there, letting me get used to having his entire length in once again. I nodded again, and he pulled out, slowly, till just the tip stayed in me, and then started pushing back in.
We got into a rhythm, slow at first, tentative, but picking up speed and force as we settled into the natural pulse of fucking. Harrison broke eye contact to move his head down and lick my nipples, bringing out another gasp from me. With his hand he teased my other nipple, managing to keep thrusting in and out of me and meeting my pussy at the same time.
We moved like that together, back and forth, in and out, while we both learned what each other liked. I desperately wanted to please him, to give him something in return for the earth shattering orgasm he’d already given me, but Harrison didn’t let on that there was anything else I could do. He seemed content to suck on my tits and slide his cock into me; who was I to complain?
Suddenly, Harrison pushed himself back and off me. I felt his cock leave me, and my eyes fell open in surprise at the vacuum it created. I unclasped my legs and let them fall to my side, looks up at him.
“Where are you going?” I asked, as I immediately felt the physical connection between us break. Our legs still touched as he stood up, and I grasped at him, wanting him back on top of me. Harrison didn’t say anything, and I didn’t press the issue.
I was still getting used to his technique, and so far everything he’d done had felt incredible - if he wanted to take a break, I was OK with that. I closed my eyes and leaned back in bed, reveling in the softness of my sheets and how comfortable I was.
Finally, I opened my eyes and saw Harrison fiddling with my window. “Too hot in here?” I couldn’t wait till he came back to me. I watched his hard cock, and needed to get it back inside me again.
He grinned. “Yeah, I know, it’s the winter and we have the heat on, but I wanted just a little bit of fresh air, you know? All this physical exertion of you seducing me like this…”
“What? I seduced you?!” I threw a pillow at him, but he caught it in one hand with a laugh and let it drop to the floor.
“Good aim. Doesn’t change what’s going on here. You were irresistible and you know it, using all your feminine wiles…”
“I know of no such wiles!”
But Harrison didn’t look like he was paying attention anymore. I sat up from the bed, holding one hand below my breasts in a strange combination of support and suddenly-appearing modesty.
Clearly focused on something outside, Harrison just stared out the window, all traces of the happiness and lust he’d been showing just a few seconds before draining out of his face in a flash.
I took the opportunity to get a long look at his sexy body - it wasn’t every time that he wasn’t wearing clothing but wasn’t focused on me. He stood like a statue, something from a great master’s touch
“What is it?”
He didn’t speak. A chill passed through me, making me shiver, and I was about to tell Harrison to shut the window again and come back to warm me up when I realized he’d never opened it.
“Harrison, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”
He kept looking out the window, saying nothing.
I pushed myself forward; if he wasn’t going to say anything and tell me what was so interesting outside, I’d come and look for myself.
My foot hit the soft carpet of the floor, but still cold to the touch, when I heard a loud noise coming from downstairs.
Again, the same noise.
Someone was pounding on the front door of our house.
I froze in place, one leg still on the bed, looking up at Harrison, still looking out the window.
“We’re not expecting anyone tonight, are we?” Our parents were out for the evening, and I daresay Harrison would have told me if he had plans tonight that didn’t involve me.
Was it another girl? I balled up my fists in preparation, and I could feel myself starting to get angry, my hackles rising out of control. How dare he have another girl come to this house after all he’d said to me earlier, after all we’d just done. I must have looked so angry in that moment as I stared him down, just daring him to come up with some sort of excuse, some way to spin the situation that somehow wasn’t so bad as I was making it out to be.
Finally, Harrison turned to face me, as the pounding on the front door below continued. His face looked tired and all the excitement he’d shone a minute earlier when we were back in bed was gone, replaced by a grim determination that I hadn’t seen on him before. I’m guessing it was a look he’d learned and perfected in the military, and despite how sexy he looked no matter what, it wasn’t something I wanted to see on him more than absolutely necessary.
“The police are here,” was all he said, low, and thoughtful, but seemingly unsurprised, like he’d expected this to happen all along and he’d been just killing him with me waiting for the police to arrive.
Oh.
Shit.
Chapter 15 - The Police
“What? The police?” That couldn’t have been right.
“The police are here.” Harrison’s voice was calm, resigned. Like this didn’t surprise him at all. Of course, this had happened before, but not in a long time. And certainly not when he was having sex with his stepsister.
“You said that part. Where’s the rest of the joke?”
Harrison didn’t have to humor me with the next part, but he did anyway. “There is no rest of the joke. That’s them downstairs now.”
Oh shit. “What do we do?”
Harrison pulled himself together, which was great, because I was getting ready to freak out. “I’m going to get dressed,” he said calmly, “and I highly suggest you do the same.”
That spurred me into motion. I nodded and forced my head down and around, looking for the clothing I’d so hastily discarded just a few minutes earlier. My bra was close by, but my shirt and pants were on the other side of the room.
We’d been pretty excited to get each other alone a few minutes ago. I quickly got dressed, trying to make as little noise as possible. By the time I looked back at Harrison, he’d gotten his shirt and pants back on.
He made his way to the door and opened it, then stopped and turned to me. “You wait a couple minutes before you come down.” I nodded. “And take a look the mirror, your makeup’s run a little bit.” We both smiled at that, despite the tense situation we suddenly found ourselves in.
Visions of the fun we’d just had and how good Harrison was at touching me, and the waves of pleasure I felt, the tremors of which still pulsed through me despite the dramatic change in tone in the room, made me ache for when we’d be able to resume our fooling around.
Of course, if we’d had just a few minutes more what we’d been doing would have been “finishing up sex” rather than “having sex.”
Then he was gone, and I heard his footsteps go down the hall then the stairs, all while the pounding on the door continued.I figured by now they know, or think that no one was home, before it hit me: Harrison’s car was parked outside on the curb. And there were lights on in the house.
So they must know someone was home.
I wondered if the police still new Harrison’s car by site. I stood in front of the mirror and checked myself out, running a towel I had sitting on the shelf over my face, clearing off my smudged makeup. Smudged from all the fun…
No, this was not the time to think about that. There would be plenty more time for that later.
Back in the day, the police were coming around our house often enough that, as Harrison put it, if they happen to see his car parked somewhere in town, they immediately sent a couple extra patrol cars around, just to make sure he wasn’t up to something new good. I wondered if that rule still applied.
Downstairs I heard Harrison opened the door, but I couldn’t hear the words they were exchanging afterwards. I focused again on my appearance; and looked all right, like I had just woken up from a nap. A nap. Yeah, that was the ticket. That would be my cover story.
It was weird that I felt like I needed a cover story even though I was in my own home. It didn’t feel like Harrison and I were sneaking around, and we certainly weren’t deceiving anyone, but all the same I didn’t want anyone to know what we were doing.
Hell, I didn’t even want anyone to suspect it.
I took a deep breath, letting the sigh escaped me as I once again replayed the feeling of Harrison’s hands on my body, the touch of his lips against mine, and I felt myself flush all over again with passion and lust before my breath had entirely let out.
The things that man could do to me. Not just could. I shuddered at the very idea of the things I would let that man do to me. The levels of sensual depravity we could reach together Threatened to knock me over where I stood.
Unfortunately that would have to wait. I strained my ears, trying to pick up the conversation downstairs. Back in high school these conversations with the police usually ended up in loud arguing, and shouting between my father and Harrison when the police finally left, at least temporarily mollified.
Harrison almost never said a word during these confrontations. And if he did, it was always in the sweetest and softest voice. My father would get so angry, railing against all the bad things Harrison did, and Harrison would just sit there and smile at him.
So many times, my father wanted to send him to military school, wanted to send him off somewhere where they would teach him a thing or two about discipline and respecting other people. Yet, every time, his mother, my stepmother, would step in and shield him. She would calm my father down, remind him of a hard time Harrison had gone through after losing his own father.
My father was no stranger to loss; his parents and younger sister had been killed in a car accident many years before. So despite how much he always wanted to send Harrison away, eventually he would relent. Eventually, his voice would soften, his anger would subside, and he would try to create a connection with Harrison, something beyond stepfather and stepson.
My father would try to tell Harrison, to show him that he understood what Harrison was going. Back then, Harrison wouldn’t listen to him. Harrison only wanted to listen to himself, and, I think, the inner demons that drove him.
It was ironic, but Harrison ended up joining the military after all. Not quite the same thing as a military school, but they sure taught him discipline, and respect for other people. I remembered the day he came home and told my father that he had enlisted.
My father had been too stunned for words. I don’t think I could recall ever having seen him so surprised in my entire life. Harrison did it with little fanfare, he walked in, while we were eating dinner, threw his enlistment papers on the dinner table, told us he was shipping out to Basic in a couple weeks, and walked out the door, after grabbing a chicken leg from the bowl.
My stepmother and picked up the papers and started reading them, similarly unable to speak. My father sat back in his chair, a look of shock on his face, his mouth opening and closing without sound, as he tried to find the words to express what he was going through. Finally, tears began streaming down his face.
I
was numb too, but for a different reason. I knew that my father wanted nothing more than to help Harrison through whatever he was working through. By that point, he had given up, and just wanted him to go off somewhere else and solve his own problems.
I wanted Harrison gone for a different reason. I just wanted him out of my life. We had never gotten along, and just as I would get numb to whatever torment he had thought up, he would come up with something new, some different way to bother me.
I wasn’t so much thrilled that Harrison was getting his life together, as I was thrilled that he was leaving mine. Of course, I didn’t want anything bad to happen to them, but if there was a way to knock him down a peg, make him a little more humble, I would be okay with That.
By the time Harrison shipped out for Basic training a couple weeks later, my father had found the words he needed to tell Harrison how proud he was of him, and how hopeful he was that the military would be a good experience. Harrison, for his part, didn’t make much of an attempt to connect with my father before leaving. He had his stuff in a duffel bag and was silent on the way to the bus station. We all piled into the car, and drove without speaking.
At the bus station, we arrived just before the bus was scheduled to leave, so there wasn’t much time for goodbyes. My stepmother had cried, and my father shook Harrison’s hand, trying to give him a hug that Harrison wormed his way out of. When he came to me, Harrison stood in front of me and just nodded, calling me some terrible nickname for me that I hated. I tried to wish him well, but by the time I spoke I was looking to the back of his head as he stepped onto the bus. He chose a seat on the other side of the bus and held his eyes forward the entire time before the bus left.
That was the last time I’d seen Harrison before yesterday. It was like they were two different people. It was like the military had discovered, no, it was as if the military had broken into Harrison and liberated the man was there underneath all the while from the boy desperately trying to keep his real self inside.
