“I don’t care. I want you. When can I see you?”
“We can’t do this…” she said weakly, a little bit agitated.
“I know. But…when can I see you?”
“Fucker. Don’t make do this.”
“Tell me. What’s your number? Where do you live?”
“Let’s just pretend this didn’t happen. Okay?”
In a panic, she slipped her jacket back on and hurried out of the car. “Holy shit, I hope we didn’t wake your father.”
She looked at him again, wondering what the hell they were doing and what this meant…and then left him alone in the car.
Balls blue as his old uniform. Her scent still titillating his senses. It wasn’t a mistake. It was crazy and a little sick, sure. But there was no way that was going to be their last meeting together.
Chapter 4
Gerald was disappointed as shit. She did a good job vanishing from the scene completely. Melvin hadn’t seen her. Rebekkah didn’t know where she was staying. She was long gone from the bar and she wasn’t it any hotel Gerald knew of in town. The redheaded vixen looked as if she was going to get away scott-free. Just like she wanted. Anonymous sex…just delayed.
And only after she found out she couldn’t date him.
He shook his head, just as annoyed as he was horny and ecstatic. Even if that was the last time he ever saw her, what an erotic memory to hold onto. But if she was destined to leave him like that, she would definitely be the woman that got away. Maybe there was no destiny in their future, no love affair that could happen. But he deserved at least one night. He wanted to finish what they started. He wanted to sin and really do something unforgivable. Come inside his stepsister or whatever she was.
Screw morals, standards and good taste. I know what I want. I want her.
And when Gerald wanted something it was a full blown obsession. Just like the Navy SEALS, and that fucking sergeant who said he would never qualify. Just like all those girls who pretended to be out of his league…and then panted like a bitch when he finally bedded them.
But just as soon as he felt his machismo rising, he felt a little guilty. She was no longer a conquest, but family. She was someone who would be a major part of his life, for the rest of his life, and in no fault of his own.
Maybe it was best to forget her, and to treat her like a sister, with respect.
But she’s not my sister. And she’s not some woman I met in the bar. She’s amazing. She’s smart, funny, and tough as nails. I wish I found more girls like this outside of active duty. What are the odds…we’re already related!
Gerald looked all around for Nina, for at least the chance to speak his mind. But he couldn’t find her. Finally, he prepared a letter for her. A lovey dovey, kind of pussy-ass letter to write for such a bad boy alpha male as he was. But the idea of losing her hurt him. Maybe for the first time, he truly understood what it was like to lose something he really wanted. Not craved, but wanted.
He didn’t even get all the way through the letter before he fell asleep in his hotel room, half clothed and zonked out with his arms outstretched and his legs hanging off the bed.
Later in the night, as he was half-asleep and only seeing night visions, he felt a tugging presence.
“Whaaa?”
“Sshhhh,” a familiar voice whispered.
“What…Nina…”
He felt his pants sliding off slowly. He looked up and saw a vision of heaven itself—a redhead woman just barely discernible in the dim lighting. She was gloriously naked and positioning herself to sit on top of him. He watched her grasp his hard cock and prepare it for penetration.
“Yesss…oh Nina…”
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes! God, yes…” he said as he felt what he longed to feel—her wet pussy lips enveloping his cock, foisting him inside deep and warm. “Ohhh yeah…”
He leaned back and groaned, straightening his back and summoning more strength in his lower pelvic muscles. If she was going to ride his cock, it was his duty to give her a ride to remember. Sneaking up on midnight wood generally wasn’t conducive to long sessions.
Maybe she wanted him to come quick so she could make a fast getaway—again.
Well not this time, he said. He made sure his cock was hard and full, by clenching his muscles and controlling his breathing. He wanted to feel her come again. His erotic tingling only escalated as he realized he wasn’t wearing a condom and there was no protection.
“Ohhh fuck!” he suddenly bellowed as he felt her rolling on top of his cock, soaking it and rubbing it down with a steady rhythm.
“You like that?”
“Yes!” he grunted, as he clutched the blankets under him. She was riding him fast and hard, no mercy—just doing her damndest to make him lose it.
He was on a losing mission, trying to control it. The woman was fucking amazing and her body, glowing in the dim light, was a sight for sore eyes. Her breasts were dancing back and forth and her hourglass figure was rolling over him.
Her gasps and cries complimented his own and they were both fucking like strangers—certainly nothing platonic, or respectful.
Respect the fuck out of her, he thought, as he plowed his dick deeper, now fucking her at the same time as she rolled on top of him. There was no fighting it—he was going to come and come hard. Inside. His. Step-Sister.
The dirty thought pummeled him and he felt his muscles weakening, ready to send a gusher into her clenching tight pussy. He moaned loudly, gutturally so that his voice traveled beyond the walls. She rode him harder and faster, feeling the imminence of his orgasm.
Just when he couldn’t take anymore, she leaned in closer to his ear and whispered…
“Fuck me. Going to come in me? Huhhhh?”
“Ohh God don’t say that!” he said, pretending to be outraged but turned on like mad. He came all right, and shot fifteen solid spurts of jizz into her forbidden pussy, hollering like it was day one at training camp.
“Ohhh God!” he screamed emptying his canon and falling back hard on the bed, gasping for air.
She went dizzy when she orgasmed herself, going dizzy as she felt his cum drip out of her. “Ohhh Ger-!”
She finally let go and fell on his chest, releasing his aching, shrinking cock in an act of mercy. “That was sick…” she mumbled, still panting. “So fucking wrong.”
“Yeah…” he sighed.
He turned over and gazed at Nina’s naked body, sweating and covered in his spunk but the sexiest thing he had ever seen. She was tough. She was gorgeous. And she fucked like a Navy SEAL, that was for sure.
He smiled…wanting to say something…but just collapsed his head backwards. What could follow that, anyway? They both broke the rules, got what they wanted. Neither of them knew if this “thing” was going to last. And how or if they would ever tell their parents. All they really knew at that moment was that life seemed fucking awesome again.
*
Melvin and Rebekkah both hugged Nina as she entered the house, looking beautiful, glowing…and definitely preggers.
“Wow!” Rebekkah said, wide-eyed and a little bit miffed. “You weren’t kidding.”
“Nope. I really am pregnant.”
“My God. I can’t believe it!” Rebekkah said. It wasn’t the fairy tale story her daughter deserved. She hoped there would be a wedding and a great honeymoon spot…but it was still beautiful. It was, after all, her daughter. And she seemed happy.
“Well, Gerald? Aren’t you going to say hello to your sister in law? And your new nephew?”
Gerald had an unusually big smile as he hugged Nina hello. “You look beautiful, sis.”
“Thanks soldier,” she said sending back another weird, awkward and “meaningful smile.”
Rebekkah didn’t notice it, but Melvin definitely saw something funny going on. He squinted his eyes and lowered his glasses trying to make for sure what he thought he saw. Gerald smiled sincerely, touching Nina’s belly and whispering
happy thoughts.
“Naah,” he grunted. Just my imagination.
THE END
Rescued by the Werebear
Chapter one
“Sofia, you are one of my best writers I know. Several of the things that you have sent to my publication have gone viral. There isn’t anybody that has gotten this close to the Russian administration. We’re very pleased with your work and we would like to offer you a fulltime position here in Washington. We believe that if you can be this tenacious against a dictator, you’ll be a valuable asset.”
Anthony Wallace was my editor, even though I had never even considered going into journalism as a career. I always wanted to be a part of the fashion industry, but sometimes God has plans that you can’t foresee.
“I don’t know why it’s such a surprise that I would be able to get this information into the right hands. I have a few sources that I’ve cultivated over the last few months: dissidents who are not very happy with the way the direction of this country is going. We have formed a small alliance that allows us to work within the shadows.”
It was kind of exhilarating to be a spy, but it certainly didn’t feel like the way they showed it in movies and television. There was a lot more work than actual romance, or any kind of intrigue for that matter.
“I’m amazed that you’re able to get Internet access outside of your country,” Wallace mused.
I had Jensen to thank for that. He wasn’t from this country. He had come here to follow the love of his life. She had died during an insurgence that had gotten out of hand. Innocent bystanders were killed and I was the only one who was able to tell the truth without retaliation. I had learned that my diminutive form and my non-threatening attitude was a good way to make inroads with those who wanted to make a difference.
“I think I’ve already told you this before and I’m not going to reveal how I get things done. That is a secret that will have to stay with me. Your curiosity is to be expected, but I don’t think it’s in my best interest to tell you how to do your job, and you shouldn’t tell me how to do mine.”
I was only teasing him. The screen was fuzzy, but I knew that he was a bald man with a white goatee. He had real journalistic integrity, the kind that made his publication the one to go to.
“I want you to be careful. I’m sure that I’m starting to sound like a broken record by now, but I’ve grown quite fond of you. I know that I’ve been hard on you, but it’s only because I see something in you that I want to cultivate and see blossom into something extraordinary. I’m not saying that your work is stellar, but it has real potential. Now, your stuff is written in a biased way and we’re going to have to work on that when you come to work for me.”
I had a black sweater on and I was still shivering, as the heat was at its bare minimum. Outside, I could see snowflakes and I knew that there was a call for a snow storm. I was going to have to go out and retrieve some supplies and hunker down for next day or two. They were calling it a blizzard and warning people that staying on the streets was not an option.
“I’m going to give your proposition the due diligence that it deserves. I’ve researched your publication and I’m quite impressed that you are not sequestered in any way. There’s nobody that is pulling your strings. I do have to admit that I’m curious what it would be like to come to the United States. I’ve lived here all of my life and I don’t know anything else. I never thought that I would have adventure, but maybe I’ve been naïve to think that my life revolves around these people. I don’t really have any family, except for an old uncle that is pretty much off his rocker.”
My parents had died a few years ago and that was the primary reason why I had started this campaign.
It wasn’t Putin that I was targeting – it was those that were working alongside him. They had been in power for far too long and now they were corrupting the new leader of the country. He didn’t have much say and even though he claimed to be his own man, everybody knew that there was somebody behind the scenes telling him how to act and what to do during a crisis.
“I’m glad that you’re going to give it some thought. The invitation to join this publication is open ended, but I wouldn’t wait too long. There’s going to come a time when people are going to start looking at you. You can’t stay hidden forever and it’s just a matter of time before somebody starts to put two and two together. You think that you’re untouchable, but secrets have a way of rearing their ugly heads at the most inopportune times. I’ve seen it too many times in my life and believe me it translates to any country that is being run with an iron fist. There are those in Washington that have their own agenda. That’s the reason why I want you to be here to help me make those rats scurry into the light.”
I heard the snap of the trap behind my refrigerator and I knew that one rat had already been taken care of. They were disgusting little animals, but this area was known to have many outbreaks of their kind. The temperature had gotten colder and now they were trying to find someplace warm to settle down.
“I have to go now, Anthony. It’s been really nice talking to you and I hope that we do get to see each other face to face one day. I need to get a few things done, but trust me I will be in touch at my earliest convenience.”
I shut down the communication and I sat back and hugged my body. My breasts were form fitting inside the sweater. Had I walked out like this, I probably would have a lot of guys gawking at me like I was an expensive streetwalker offering her goods. It didn’t hurt that my tight jeans molded to my ass like a second skin.
My breath could be seen inside the enclosed space of my bachelor apartment. I don’t even know why it was called that. There was no bedroom to speak of. It was mostly a closet and I decided to make myself at home in the living room. I had to go down to the local store and I just hoped that there was still something left after everybody had finished hoarding supplies for the storm. I didn’t need much and my pantry was pretty much full, but there were some necessities like fresh water and bread that I needed.
I pulled my dark hair up over my head and then I attached the dark blue scarf and wrapped it, so that it was covering not only my head, but my neck as well. It was kind of sickening to see the bland colors and you couldn’t find something flamboyant if your life depended on it. This government didn’t want anybody to stand out in a crowd. They wanted us to be complacent and to live our lives by their rules. The curfew kept crime down, but it was what happened after curfew that made people start to cock an eyebrow.
I was thankful that I was a little handy and I was able to make sure that my apartment had a lock that worked. That was a far cry from what other people had in this building, but I was doing everything I could to make sure that everybody was safe and secure from those that wanted to take advantage. I had become the resident den mother. If they needed something, I could get it through regular channels or from the black market.
I grabbed my black parka, zipping it up and feeling like I was in some sort of cocoon. It was not very flattering, but the chilling bite of the cold was a good incentive to try and not to come down with the death of cold. I’d seen too many fall victim to hypothermia. The elderly were more susceptible, but they weren’t the only ones.
I went out into the hallway to see the peeling wallpaper and the holes in the wall where there was no doubt an infestation inside the building. I heard the click of a door and I looked up to see Tamara. Her blonde hair was disheveled and her makeup was fucked up. She looked like she was drinking heavily and most likely just finished one of her Johns.
“You know that it’s dangerous out there. You don’t see me out in that peddling my wares. Be careful, Sofia, or this weather is going to be the death of us.”
She was blonde, but it was from a bottle and she wanted her clients to see her as something special and unique. She was not like all the others and she prided herself on giving a service that was worth coming back for over and over again. I’d heard screams of approval inside my apartment through a wall t
hat was pretty much paper thin.
“I’m glad to see that you are staying in. It wouldn’t hurt you to take today off, recharge and wait, until this storm passes. The brunt of it is not going to hit until later today, but it has already started. Do yourself a favor, bundle up and make sure that your windows are closed and covered with a blanket or some very thick sheet.”
She nodded her head, her red blouse ripped at the shoulder from an overanxious lover. The black skirt and the spider web stockings were not exactly conducive to staving off this weather.
Chapter two
“I think that you might be my final customer of the day.” The walk over here was a little slippery and the snow had started to fall just a little bit harder than it was already. The flakes were huge, but at least it was fluffy and it probably wouldn’t take much to clear off it off. The streets were virtually deserted and those who had ventured out were not staying out for long. “I think that I’m going to close up early today. Nobody should be out in this.”
I passed him the last of the money that I had received from my last assignment from Anthony. He was nice enough to convert the American money into Russian currency, so it wouldn’t look suspicious.
“I don’t think that you’re going to see too many people out. I just needed a few things.”
I left the proprietor and as I did it occurred to me that I didn’t know him by name. I’d always seen him here and we had talked like we were friends, but we never knew that much about each other. Perhaps, I should take the time to get to know him and maybe there was something there that would be interesting to write about. I could see the lines around his eyes and that look of vacancy that comes from knowing that there is no escape.
I walked with my head down, with my bag of goodies inside my jacket to protect it from the elements. The wind had picked up and you could see the swirls in the street. I heard what sounded like brakes squealing to a stop. It was in the distance, but I couldn’t understand why anybody would risk their lives to come out in this. I heard an engine. I looked over my shoulder to see one of the freelance taxis taking home a fare. Those of us who lived in this neighborhood knew that they were considered to be pirates, jacking up their prices to extremes. If they were caught, they could probably be held against their will for days on end. Repeat offenders could find themselves disappearing altogether.
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