JENN
The night turned out to be more fun than I had imagined. We had a late lunch and headed to Broadway to watch a show. I felt like I was betraying Tyler, but he had betrayed me first by taking that bitch to our favorite ice cream place and making out with her in public, humiliating me. Well, he didn’t really humiliate me since we weren’t together officially, but still, he was kissing and smooshing her in public, something he could never do to me.
After the show, Jason took me home, and except for a few lapses where his hands wandered to my hands or legs, he was a perfect gentleman.
“So will I see you tomorrow?” he asked as he opened the door for me.
I replied, smiling at him, “Only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself.”
“I’m so sorry about that. You’re just too pretty to ignore,” he said flirtatiously.
“It’s fine. I’m only teasing you.”
“I won’t let it happen again,” he apologized. “Unless you say it’s ok.”
I smiled at him. It wasn’t his fault the only person that would ever be allowed to touch me was Tyler, but the way things were going, he wasn’t going to be touching me either. His precious Stacey would provide all he needed. The more I thought about him and Stacey, the sicker I felt, and suddenly, I really did feel nauseous.
I bid Jason a quick bye, promising to call him in the morning. I needed to get to the bathroom before I vomited on my date. He waved at me and was saying something, but I was rushing too much to hear him talk. I barely made it to the bathroom when my entire dinner left my body.
“Jenn? Are you okay?” Tyler was knocking at the bathroom door. I hadn’t known he was home.
“Yes,” I said, hoping that was enough for him to leave me alone.
“You sure?”
“Yes,” I said as another bout of nausea hit me. I had to stop eating food that made me sick.
I stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes, hoping to feel better and hoping that Tyler would be gone by the time I walked out. When I opened the bathroom door, I was surprised to see him leaning against the edge of the door, his hands on his hips.
“You’re not okay. You’ve been sick for almost a week now.”
“I’m okay,” I told him as I tried to push him aside and head to my room. But he followed me, and before I could open the door, he had opened it. Once I walked in, he locked the door and leaned against it.
“You need to tell me what is wrong. I want to help you feel better.”
“You don’t need to worry about anything. It’s probably just a stomach virus or something. Don’t worry about it,” I said, dismissing him. For a few moments, neither of us talked, then he broke the silence.
“Why did you go out with Jason today?”
“I didn’t know that was a crime.”
“Well, he’s a ladies man, someone I don’t want my sister dating.”
“Correction: stepsister. You’re in no position to tell me who to see. I don’t tell you who you see, Tyler. Besides….”
But he didn’t let me complete my next sentence. He took a few wide strides and was standing tall in front of me. He pulled me against him and planted his kiss on me. At first, I planned to resist, still smarting from seeing him with Stacey. But I let my body take control of my emotions, and for a few seconds, I forgot all about Stacey and Jason and kissed him back. He held me close to him, and we found ourselves against the wall of my bedroom.
“Tyler,” I murmured, but he was not in the mood to take things easy. I guess the thought of me with Jason must have made him mad.
“Baby girl,” he said as he took off my clothes faster than I can and dropped his sweat pants on the floor. “I’ve missed you,” he said to me as he held my bare skin to his, our skin touching and generating more warmth.
“I missed you too,” I said without thinking. I missed him a lot, actually.
His need for me was urgent, and before I knew what was happening, I was on all fours on the ground, my ass facing up and his cock rubbing my pussy, making me wetter by the minute. His other hand grabbed my breasts from underneath as one hand guided his cock into my pussy. Once he completely penetrated me, my entire body froze for a second at the sheer joy of getting his dick inside me. He noticed I had stopped, and he stopped too.
“No, no, please fuck me, Tyler.”
He didn’t need any more prompting; his cock went to work, digging, thrusting, and pounding my pussy until I was begging for mercy.
“Yes, please, some more,” I screamed as I took him deeper, my pussy tight around his cock and vibrating. He began to pump even faster, pushing so deep inside me I knew I’d come any second. I yelled as one thrust hit me so hard I swear he found the most sensitive spot in my body. We fucked like it was the last time we’d do it, pushing and pulling our bodies in unison.
“Fuck,” he yelled over and over again as he pounded me repeatedly.
“Yeah,” I yelled, and as he continued to fuck me, the warmth brewing until I felt myself explode in orgasm. He was not too far behind; he screamed my name so loudly I thought the neighbors would hear us.
“Jenn!” he screamed one more time as his cum flowed freely into me, filling my up like it usually did.