It was the last thing I wanted, but I couldn’t help it. My eyes had a mind of their own, and I couldn’t force them away from her no matter how hard I tried.
But I’d never been more wrong.
Jane didn’t fuss like I thought she would. In fact, she didn’t even mention that I’d basically been eye fucking her.
Instead, a secret smile tugged at the side of her glossy lips. She swallowed, the action pulling at her slender neck and drawing my attention back to her cleavage. She tilted her head down a bit, letting the loose strands of hair around her face fall and touch her cheeks.
Her shy eyes changed when she looked up at me through thick lashes, and her grin followed suit—going from sweet and innocent to something entirely different.
Something heated.
Something wrong.
I knew that look all too well.
Fuck.
Jane Jetson was flirting with me.
FOUR
IT WAS PROBABLY ALL IN MY HEAD, but things changed a little bit each day I was there. Jane was changing toward me. Her sweet, shy smiles transformed, becoming less shy and unsure and growing more brazen by the day.
Three days after our first “family” dinner, things had changed considerably from my first day in the Jepson household. Darrell worked all the time, leaving Jane and me plenty of time to get to know each other.
Things grew warm between us, at least it seemed that way. I wasn’t sure if it was my wild imagination getting the best of me or what, but it seemed Jane was finding any reason to touch me.
Whether it was leaning over me to grab something or sliding past me in the kitchen, her chest always touched mine. Even though their large kitchen boasted plenty of room, she would find ways for her silky skin to meet mine.
And again, it was probably all in my head, but it seemed she was also making it a point to bare parts of her body to me. She wasn’t lifting her skirt to show me her pussy or anything like that, but the neckline on her shirts got lower and lower, and her shorts got shorter.
The dog, which I hated when I first moved into the house, became my favorite. Because of that stupid ball of fluff, Jane was constantly bending over, showing off a round ass cheek when it popped from her shorts or the soft swells of her cleavage, depending on the top she was wearing.
It was beyond fucking hot.
And thanks to her, I was walking around the Jepson household in a constant state of discomfort. Not because I felt unwanted, but because my body stayed primed—hard and ready—begging for a supposed parental figure who was instead slowly becoming a sex symbol.
Every day, I grew more comfortable with my new living arrangements, acclimating to my large, soft bed and the clean, convenient bathroom across the hall from my bedroom.
Some days, I would sit at the window in my room and look down at the street below. Memories of the life I led before moving in with the Jepsons would overwhelm me, leaving me to feel grateful for my circumstances for the first time in my life.
Home.
In a matter of days, Jane had somehow managed to make me feel like I belonged, and for the first time in a long time, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief without worrying where I’d end up or who I’d end up with.
Even though I was becoming comfortable with my surroundings, I still didn’t talk much. It wasn’t that I avoided conversation; it was more that I just didn’t have much to say.
However, during the day when Darrell went to work, and it was just Jane and me, she would manage to pull a few sentences from me on occasion.
It was summer, which meant I didn’t have to get up to go to school. Instead, I spent most of my days planted in front of the flat screen watching cartoons. Jane would join me, sitting quietly by my side as if she understood and respected what the scenes on the screen meant to me.
They were my solace—the one constant in my life—and while I didn’t feel I needed them as badly as I used to, I still enjoyed the comfort brought to my world by the silly actions and bright colors.
We would sit with our eyes glued to the screen. It was nice not to have any expectation for conversation when people always seemed to try to force me to communicate. People always wanted inside my mind so they could steal my thoughts and use them against me.
Not Jane.
She was calm and content, never pressing to fill the silence of the room. Every now and again, I’d peel my eyes away from the TV and turn to find her smiling at me, but that was the extent.
Things were comfortable.
Comfortable and, in a lot of ways, curious.
“I can’t believe I’ve been sitting around watching cartoons with you all day.” She chuckled, shifting at my side and sending a wave of her fruity body spray my way.
“It’s good for you,” I said, keeping my eyes on the bright colors of the large screen.
I’d promised myself I’d stop looking at her so much. I needed to keep my head on what was real, and I’d convinced myself the night before that the steamy situations I imagined with Jane weren’t real.
I was seeing things.
Period.
End of subject.
“Good for me?” Her laughter trickled over me. “I don’t see how. My butt’s going to get even bigger with all this sitting,” she joked.
I clenched my eyes closed, thinking of how tight and perky her ass was. For a woman her age, she had the body of a twenty-year-old.
Soft.
Curvy.
Supple.
All words I never truly understood until I had the luxury of watching Jane move around the house in her tight shorts and low-cut tops.
Without thinking it through, I spoke. The words bounced from my lips without the protection of a filter. I’d never been one to censor myself, and even though I wouldn’t say crude things to Jane the way I did to girls my age, I couldn’t pull the words back once they left my mouth.
“I think your ass is nice.”
The second the words were out there, my body grew tense. I hadn’t meant to speak that way to her; even if I was thinking certain things, I had no right to say them. Especially not to the woman who was supposed to be like family to me.
I closed my eyes and awaited the backlash. Sure, she handled my eyes all over her well, but I was sure once I started speaking the things I was thinking, she would kick my ass to the curb.
The last thing I wanted was to end up back in the group home. The Jepson’s house was my last chance—my last stop before I was old enough to make my own choices—and I didn’t want to fuck things up with them. Either I walked away from the group home with nothing and no future, or I walked away from the Jepsons with something and a prospective future.
We both went silent with only the sounds of Bugs Bunny and Daffy moving throughout the room. I waited for her response, hoping she hadn’t heard me but knowing she did.
I’d spoken clearly.
Loudly.
Honestly.
Sure, over the past few days, she’d shocked me with her too short shorts and low tops, but I was sure that wasn’t on purpose. The last thing I wanted to do was purposely shock her with my coarse words.
Braving it, I turned and faced her, sure I’d see shock and disgust on her face, but that wasn’t the case.
She was smiling through her fingers, holding back laughter as if I’d just said something funny.
“What?” I asked, my tone defensive.
Even though she was trying to hold it back, her laughter slipped through her tiny knuckles.
“That’s the nicest thing you’ve said since you got here.” She pushed playfully at my shoulder, her small fingers sending a strange sensation through my arm. “I think you might be warming up to us, Sebastian.”
Pulling away, I shook my head. “Highly unlikely,” I muttered.
Even though I tried to contain it, a grin pulled at my lips, earning me an even brighter smile from Jane.
Mostly, I was just relieved she hadn’t mentioned how completely out of line it
was to discuss her body or how beautiful it was. Girls my age considered vulgar talk a compliment, but I was sure Jane would think it offensive. I had no experience with older women, but it was as if my words hadn’t affected her at all.
Instead, she’d taken my words as nice. She’d taken them as a concession of some sort. Like I was becoming comfortable and friendly with her. Which, in a lot of ways, I was, but I didn’t want her to know that.
If you let people in, they disappointed you, and if you started to care about anything, then you had something to lose. I needed to remember my situation wasn’t permanent no matter what my paperwork said.
Never get comfortable, and then you’d never forget what it was like to be uncomfortable. As long as I stayed in that mindset, I could handle any blow dealt.
The fact was, Jane was older—married—and my guardian for the time being. And me … well, I was just another underage punk who couldn’t keep his dick out of his hand at night or the pretty lady out of his mind.
It was wrong, but at night, when my palm slid over my flesh and my fingers tightened around my rod, it felt all kinds of right.
“Let’s celebrate,” Jane said, standing from the couch and tugging her shorts down over her thighs. “We need ice cream and fun.”
I chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah. No thanks.”
Leaning over me and allowing me a nice peek down the front of her shirt, she plucked my hands from my lap and pulled.
“Come on, Sebastian! It’ll be good for us.” She tugged again. “You need fun. Look at how serious your face is right now. You’re too young to frown so much. Frowning bad. Fun good,” she said.
Pulling back, I laughed for the first time since I’d moved into my new place. The sound was broken and foreign even to my own ears, but I had to admit it felt good. It was a release in some way. I hadn’t truly laughed in so long, and it was as if my soul took a much-needed breath.
“But I don’t wanna.” I pretended to try to tug my hands free from hers.
“Yes, you do. You just don’t know it yet. Come on. Let’s go somewhere fun.”
She tugged at me, forcing another smile on my lips.
What we were doing was fun, and I was enjoying myself. I wasn’t ready to give in yet.
Again, I pulled back; sure she would continue to pull on her end.
Except she didn’t.
And this time when I tugged, I wasn’t careful, and I pulled a little too hard.
She tumbled into my lap, her thighs straddling mine and the sweet spot between her legs rubbing against the zipper of my worn-out jeans. Her shorts rode up her hips, letting a tiny peek of black lace show on the side.
My cock jumped to attention at the spiral of sensations that settled heavy in my balls.
It grew.
Hard.
Pressing against the warmth between her thighs that filled me with so much pleasure, I thrust against her without realizing what I was doing.
Her eyes widened.
“Sebastian!” My name exploded from her mouth.
I’d shocked her.
Over the past few days, I’d eye fucked her. Just a few minutes before, I’d told her she had a nice ass. All things she was willing to overlook. But I guess she drew the line at my dry humping her, which made perfect sense.
I’d pressed my luck just as surely as I’d pressed my cock into her like an inexperienced teenage boy.
“What are you doing?” she asked, leaping from my lap.
Losing her balance, she fell onto cushion beside me in an ungraceful heap.
“I—” The word cracked over my throat, rusty and unsure.
I started to apologize, but I couldn’t seem to push the words from the back of my throat.
Embarrassment splashed over me, sending my emotions into overdrive, and somehow making me irate.
Swiping the hair from her face, she straightened herself on the couch beside me.
“I think we should discuss this,” she said, twisting her fingers in her lap nervously.
I let my eyes latch onto the large screen in front of me. Pink Panther moved into the scene, and I kept my eyes on his every move. I wanted to disappear into his intricately drawn world and never return.
“There’s nothing to discuss,” I snapped, my lips going tight and my teeth clenching.
“Sebastian.” She muttered my name.
Her voice was strained—broken—with just a hint of what sounded like arousal.
At least I think.
I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
I was so confused.
And so out of my league.
I didn’t know which way was up and which way was down, and I especially couldn’t understand the woman who had taken me into her home.
“Yeah?”
My body was still primed and ready. Even with the embarrassment, and even though it pissed me off even worse, my fingers still itched to touch her.
“What is this?” she asked.
“What is what?”
I knew what she was talking about—I wasn’t stupid—but still, I pretended to be clueless.
“Sebastian.” My name slipped from her lips once more.
But this time, her voice wasn’t strained. It sounded soothing and cajoling as she attempted to coax me sweetly into a conversation I did not intend to have.
I couldn’t help myself. I looked over at her, allowing her eyes to connect with mine. She nibbled on her bottom lip, unsure and nervous about the situation we had landed ourselves in. Her actions were somehow sexy, and my dick grew even harder and hotter, burning against the fabric of my boxers.
“What?” I answered.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, pressing against the back of the couch to move away from me. “That’s not what this is.”
I caught her meaning right away, and my lap cooled. The fire within me sizzled out, deflating my dick and leaving it instantly soft.
I’d read everything wrong, just as I’d thought, and my embarrassment grew, sending me back into my defensive stance.
“Whatever,” I said, lifting from the couch and heading to my room.
I took the stairs two at a time, slamming my bedroom door behind me like a child throwing a tantrum.
Collapsing on my bed, I grabbed my headphones, slipped them over my ears, and turned the volume on high.
Shit.
It was like my dick had a mind of its own.
Didn’t it understand that Jane Jetson was supposed to be like family?
Didn’t it understand she wasn’t like the girls who let me touch their boobs and finger them?
This was a different situation.
It was a seriously fucked-up situation.
I lay there letting my eyes grow heavy until I finally fell asleep.
FIVE
“AND ARE YOU GETTING ALONG with the Jepsons okay?” Deloris asked.
It was the first time I’d seen her since she dropped me off on their doorstep like a lost puppy. Even though I knew it was protocol for her to check on me, it still made me feel good that she was there to see how things were going.
I missed Deloris in a strange way. Sure, it was her job, but at the same time, she gave more than was required of her. I knew things about Deloris. Like the fact she had two kids and a husband at home, but that didn’t stop her from giving everything she had for the kids who weren’t biologically hers.
“Yep,” I answered, kicking at a rock on the concrete step just outside the Jepson’s house.
I had yet to refer to their home as mine.
“You sure everything’s okay?” she pressed. “You know you can talk to me, Sebastian.”
I knew that, but it wasn’t like I could tell her that things were uncomfortable in the Jepson house because I was fantasizing about Jane. I couldn’t tell her I’d dry humped Jane and now things were tense between us.
What would Deloris think of me?
Would she think I was as disgusting as I felt?
“Everything’s good, D
eloris. Don’t stress yourself worrying about me.”
I reached over and ripped a green leaf from the bush beside the step I was sitting on. Ripping the leaf to pieces, I avoided eye contact with Deloris, instead opting to watch the kids across the street play on the sidewalk.
Silence fell between us, but I could feel Deloris’s eyes all over the side of my face. She knew something was up. She wasn’t stupid. And while I liked to think no one in the world really knew me, I knew better.
Deloris knew me.
She knew.
She sighed. “Okay, but promise if that changes, then you’ll contact me. I want you to be happy, Sebastian, and if this place doesn’t make you happy, then we’ll make other arrangements.”
Yeah, fucking right.
Other arrangements like a group home where I shared a nasty little bathroom with twelve other kids.
Other arrangements like never having a comfortable bed again, and either running away as soon as I turned seventeen or being freed when I turn eighteen.
Other arrangements like no kind of future. Nothing but a life on the streets where I froze in the winter with my threadbare jacket under a graffiti-covered bridge.
No thanks.
I’d stick it out.
I could handle anything life had to throw at me and that included a stiff dick thanks to the lady of the house.
SIX
A WEEK PASSED.
A week of tiptoeing around Jane. Of pretending she hadn’t practically taken a short ride on my hard cock.
Sure, it was through my jeans, but in my mind, it counted enough to make things awkward for me. She wasn’t oblivious. She had to know how she affected me. Had to know the things I was thinking about her. It didn’t matter how well I hid it; she’d felt it that day.
So for a week, I basically avoided her and pretended she didn’t exist even though I was living under her roof. I didn’t start conversations with her. Not that I ever normally did, but when she tried to engage me in conversation, I was quick and to the point.
When Darrell was at work, things felt tenser. Probably because in some ways I considered him the brick wall between me and Jane. With him gone, we were alone. And while she obviously only considered me to be her foster fuck up, I couldn’t help but think of her as so much more.
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