Chapter 2 Fucking my stepsister (2)

Chapter 2

Emma felt euphoric..all of a sudden, Jacob pulled out and came all over the kitchen counter.

"Why'd you stop?" Emma asked..with her eyes still closed from the feeling of ecstasy she had.

She opened her eyes...

"Oh," she said giggling...

"Stoppp," Jacob said...feeling embarrassed from what just happened...

Emma kept laughing.

"Let me help you clean that up," said Emma as she grabbed some paper towels from the top shelf.

Emma was cleaning the counter while Jacob was adjusting himself.

Reality set in...he's her brother.

Emma ran up to her room leaving Jacob to take care of the mess he made.

She shut the door of her bedroom and rested her back upon it trying to catch her breath.

She felt fulfilled in a way she didn't expect..but beneath that surge of fulfillment she felt...was guilt.

It was her first time. And it was with him...her stepbrother.

The one she knew was out of bounds.

She knew she shouldn't want him...but still...SHE DID.

"Beep, beep!" Emma's alarm rang loudly from across the room, dragging her out of sleep.

Her eyes opened slowly, and for a moment, she didn't understand where she was...until she realized she was still at the doorstep. She had fallen asleep there.

She sat up with a small groan, her body sore from the cold floor, and slowly got to her feet. Without saying a word, she headed straight for the bathroom.

She brushed her teeth and stepped into the shower, hoping the warm water would clear her head but the thoughts from last night clung to her, no matter how hard she tried to shake them off.

She didn't want to think about what had happened...or how it made her feel. The memory of her brother's touch, the look in his eyes...it all came rushing back.

No! she said to herself.

It didn't happen. It doesn't mean anything.

She closed her eyes, let the water run over her face, and decided to pretend none of it had ever happened.

After taking her shower, Emma headed down the stairs for breakfast still holding on to the words she's forcing herself to believe...

"It didn't happen, it didn't mean anything."

Emma got to dining table and sitting across her, was her charming stepbrother. She tried her best to avoid eye contact with him but the air between them had changed.

Every brush of skin, every shared glance across the dinner table felt like it meant something more now.

Her mother chatted on, oblivious to the elephant in the room, while he smirked at her over his glass of orange juice.

That smug look that said he remembered everything. Every sound she made.

And even if she wouldn't admit it, she was still sore in all the right places. Still aching for more.

He texted her under the table.

"You're not wearing panties, are you?"

"Shut up Jacob..mom's here," she texted back.

"Well technically...I didn't say anything," he texted...smirking at her from across the table.

Emma was enjoying the flirtatious back and forth they were having...it made her feel excited in a way she didn't quite understand.

But knowing her mum was in the same room with the both of them made her nervous.

That moment didn't feel right anymore...she had to leave.

She quickly finished her breakfast, hardly tasting it, and stood up from the table.

"Bye, Mom... see you later," she said, already halfway to the door.

Outside, the morning air felt like a breath of relief.

She made her way to her best friend's house, needing the distraction more than ever.

The two of them spent the whole day doing what they always did...laughing, watching silly videos, talking about everything and nothing.

Emma tried to stay present, to enjoy the moment.

But no matter how hard she tried, the images from the night before kept slipping into her mind. And every time they did, she pushed them back, hoping they'd fade for good...

...and they did but only for a little while.

Emma headed home after a long day of what seemed like fun.

A few minutes later, she got home feeling very thirsty...she unlocked the door with her spare key and headed straight for the kitchen.

Jacob was right there...shirtless...sitting on the counter like he'd been waiting for her arrival.

Seeing him on the counter immediately reminded her of the night they had the day before.

The thoughts and images she'd been avoiding the whole day...they all came rushing back.

"Em. you're back..it's about time," Jacob said as he slowly shifted his attention from his phone to her eyes.

He got down and pulled her in for a kiss.

"Jacob..stop mom could see us," she said as she reluctantly pulled her lips away from his.

"She's not home," Jacob murmured, his voice was barely louder than a breath.

It was the softest whisper she'd ever heard...it was so warm and close, brushing against her skin like a secret meant only for her.

Taking less than a second to think things through, Emma pulled Jacob closer bringing his skin closer to hers. It was like she'd been waiting to hear those words from him.

Jacob could feel the passion and without hesitation, he pulled her waist close and leaned in for a kiss.

This kiss was nothing like the one they'd shared the night before.

It was deeper, hungrier. There was no hesitation this time, no careful line she were afraid to cross.

It felt as though whatever had held her back before had vanished, of course...her mum wasn't home...and now, all that mattered to her was the way they fit together in that moment.

His hands slid down to her hips, gripping her firmly as he lifted her onto the counter.

The moment felt achingly familiar...like déjà vu...but charged with something deeper this time.

The images of the last time danced in their heads, only now everything felt more intense...more electric...more reckless!

It was as if the truth of who he was no longer mattered to her.

Whatever line they had crossed before...they crossed again.

Last night played out all over again...every breath they took, every way their bodies met, every second they knew they shouldn't have.

But this time, it wasn't by accident.

This time, it was deliberate