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2
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Hanging around Ryan for a week in his apartment was torture, but I managed to avoid him by spending as much time as possible in the campus library. My options were limited, as it was finals week. Getting distracted would not be a good thing. On the last day of school, a Friday, he met me in the main cafeteria, as we had arranged.
“Hi, Liv.”
I turned around to see the boyish, dimpled smile I had grown to love. A huge smile spread across his face when our eyes met.
“Hey, you,” I said, getting up from my seat to give him a hug. I barely reached the top of his shoulders, and even though my hair was in a high ponytail and I was wearing three inch wedge sandals, I still felt pretty short.
“You miss me already?” he joked. “I just saw you.”
“Not really, but I can’t have all the girls looking at you thinking you’re available,” I answered without thinking. When I realized that I had implied we were together, I blushed a scarlet red. “I mean… you know…..”
“I know what you mean,” he smiled and looked around the cafeteria. “I only see one person I’d have been interested in, but she doesn’t seem to be available.”
“Who?” I followed his gaze to a girl sitting close to a man I assumed was her boyfriend from the way she was touching him. “Her?”
“You know who I’m talking about,” he said and turned his sultry gaze back to me.
“Whatever,” I said, my mouth curving into a smile.
“Let’s go.”
“By the way, you look really nice,” he said, looking me up and down as if he’d never seen me.
“Thanks,” I said, looking at myself. I was wearing a short white skirt that barely touched my knees, and I had paired it with a low-cut, polka-dot, red and white shirt. It must have showed a little more than just a bit of my heavy cleavage; Ryan’s eyes were fixated on my bosom. I tugged at my shirt, covering my exposed skin.
“Leave it alone,” he whispered to me. “I want to make all the guys in the room jealous.”
The cafeteria was virtually empty. I hit him playfully. “Really?”
“Really,” he said. I noticed his eyes were fixated on my boobs again.
“Except the cafeteria is empty. Everyone’s gone home for the summer,” I countered.
“Can’t believe the semester is over,” he said as his eyes slowly made their way from my chest to my face. He didn’t seem embarrassed that I had caught him eyeing my cleavage. I didn’t want him to stop looking.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said.
“Looking forward to going home?” he asked.
“Can’t wait,” I said. “But first we have to go get my stuff from my old place.”
“Sure,” he said.
We climbed in his car and drove to my old apartment. Luckily, Tyler was not there, so we were able to get my stuff and quickly leave. Ryan was quiet on our drive back to his apartment.
“Are you okay?” I asked from the passenger side of the car.
“Yeah, why?” he asked, his focus never shifting from the road.
“You’re quiet.”
“Just thinking about the summer,” he said.
We usually spent all summer at home with our parents, but this summer would be a little different. For the first time, we were both going to be working, and working together. We’d received internships to work at the same company for the duration of the summer and would be spending more intimate time with each other before and after work.
“What about the summer?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know what he was alluding to.
“I was just wondering how we’ll cope, working together and all that. Driving together to work every day and returning in the same car will be constant temptation.”
“I think it’ll give us time to bond,” I laughed, trying to make light of everything.
Ryan and I had independently applied for a summer job at the same real estate company and had both gotten the internship. I had assumed there was a policy against family members being placed at the same site together, but since we had different last names, I guess their Human Resource department had missed that or simply didn’t mind. Initially, when Ryan told me he got the job, I had wanted to reject the employment offer from the company and find another job, but our town is so small there were hardly any jobs to be had for college kids home for the summer. We both needed to make money this summer, and luckily the real estate company hired paid interns.
“Well, it’ll be a professional work place. I’m sure we’ll be fine. Just forget I’m your stepsister while you’re at work,” I said, smiling at him. But, in my mind, I knew that I couldn’t cope. It had been a torturous week seeing him every day and night and not being able to touch him. How the heck was I going to get through twelve weeks of that?
“Of course,” Ryan replied, smiling at me. “It can’t be that hard.”
“It shouldn’t be.”
***
The next day, Saturday, we headed home first thing in the morning, each of us driving our own cars. Ryan drove behind me the entire hour it took to get home. When we pulled up to the house, Mom was at the door to welcome us.
“Liv,” my mom said, hugging me like she hadn’t seen me in years.
“Hi, Mom.” I kissed her on the cheek. My mom was an older version of me. I knew this because everyone we met always repeated how we looked so much alike - brown curly hair, a youthful face, a body most men never missed, and legs that stretched for miles. Mom was beautiful and energetic.
“Hi, Ryan,” she smiled. She had moved on to give Ryan a huge bear hug. She was about the same height as me, so Ryan towered nicely over her.
“Hi, Mom,” Ryan said. He had taken to calling her mom a few months after our parents had married. At first, I had been mad about sharing my mom, but as time went by, I appreciated how he had accepted her as his dad’s partner. It made things so much simpler.
“Where’s Dad?” I also addressed Ryan’s father, Peter, as dad.
“He’s gone to get some wine. He’ll be back soon.”
“Wine?” I asked. “What are we celebrating?”
“Who said it was for you?” she said with a wink as she led us into the house. “So, how have you two been?”
For the next hour, we updated Mom on our semester. I had to tell her the truth about the fact that Tyler and I had broken up. I swear, the smirk on her face told me she was happy about the break. She had never liked Tyler much and had never failed to tell me he wasn’t the right guy for me. I half expected her to tell me she told me so, but she didn’t.
“You’ll be fine,” she said, giving me a hug. “I’m sorry you’ve been hurt.”
“Oh, I’m fine. You were right all along. He didn’t deserve me,” I said. “Besides, Ryan took care of me this past week.”
“I’m glad you guys are there for each other,” she said, smiling and hugging us to her. “That’s how it should be.”
Ryan simply smiled. I knew he was probably thinking of how he had taken care of me. If only Mom knew. “We are,” he said, winking at me and causing me to blush.
If Mom had been paying attention more closely, our secret might have been found out. The energy between us was palpable, and I was not good at keeping secrets.
“You guys should really get an apartment together, your colleges being so close to each other. It’ll save us a lot of money with just one apartment to pay for. We need to think about that for next semester,” she said.
Ryan and I exchanged glances, but before either of us could respond, the door opened and Peter walked in. Another round of hugs and kisses commenced, and we were soon seated for a late lunch. As our lunch of salads and Paninis wrapped up, Mom and Dad excused themselves to go take a nap, leaving Ryan and I alone.
“What do you want to do?” I asked Ryan as we cleaned up the table.
“We can’t do what I’d really like to be doing now,” he said, reaching out to spank my buttocks playfully.
“Ryan!” I shrieked and jumped.
“What?” he smiled like he was innocent and hit my ass again.
“You’re going to get us in trouble,” I said, laughing. “You’ll wake up Mom and Dad.”
“I want to get us in trouble.” He moved closer to me and pinned me against the wall.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said, escaping him and dropping the plate I was holding into the sink. “Ice cream?”
“Sure. Let’s walk there.”
We left the house and walked the five blocks to Icy’s Ice Cream, our favorite ice cream shop. I got my usual order of French vanilla, and he ordered his usual choice of caramel swirl. We decided to eat at the shop and chat before heading back.
“So, have you ever wondered what will happen if Mom and Dad find out about us? I’ve been thinking about what the worst case scenario could possibly be,” Ryan said, scooping a spoon of ice cream into his mouth and licking his lips.
“We’ll be grounded forever?” I replied as I watched him lick the ice cream off his lips. Gosh, I wanted to lick the ice cream off his lips for him.
“We’re too old to get grounded,” he said with a smile.
“That’s true,” I laughed. “But with Mom and Dad, you never know.”
I was still laughing and hadn’t noticed that a girl had sauntered over to us. She planted a full kiss on Ryan’s mouth and sat on his thighs with such familiarity that left no doubt in my mind that they were or had been sexually intimate.
“Ryan, baby! I didn’t know you were home. What a great surprise!”
“Sarah!” Ryan sounded shocked, but he didn’t push her away.
I looked at her in confusion, even disbelief, and it took all the self-control I could muster to ignore what was happening right in front of me. She was a pretty woman, about the same height as me, skinny, and had a sexy smile plastered on her face. She was certainly well-dressed in a hunter green short dress and leather brown stilettos. I could imagine Ryan’s cock rubbing against her skin.
“This is my sister, Liv,” Ryan said, introducing me. “Liv, this is Sarah, a friend.”
“Ryan, I’m just a friend? You don’t want your little sister to know?”
“Know what?” I asked, wanting to hear the words from her mouth. I wanted her to tell me she was fucking my stepbrother.
“Oh, you’re probably too young to know,” she said dismissively.
“That’s enough, Sarah,” Ryan said, lifting her up from where she was still casually seated on his legs.
She sat down next to him, a pout on her face. I could tell immediately that she was one of those girls who was used to getting her way.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, extending my hand to her. She reluctantly shook my hand. “What luck that you spotted us here. Ryan hadn’t mentioned that you might be around. He usually tells me the most important stuff.”
“Liv…” Ryan murmured.
“Oh, sorry. That’s your business,” I said to Ryan. I plastered the fakest smile I could muster on my face. I knew I was acting a little childish, but Sarah was rubbing me the wrong way and I couldn’t ignore the pain searing through my heart at the thought of she and Ryan being intimate together. Ryan was spoken for! He was mine, even if we couldn’t be together.
“It’s okay, Liv. I deserved that. Your name is Liv, right? I guess Ryan is keeping me a secret still.”
“Apparently,” I replied as I rose. “It was good to meet you, Sarah. I’ll let you guys catch up. I’ve got some other errands to run.”
“No need, Liv. I’m about to….,” Ryan started to speak, but Sarah cut him off.
“You know she’s right. We do have a lot to catch up on,” Sarah purred into Ryan’s ears, her lust for him apparent. If we weren’t in a public place, she’d have been fucking him on the table.
“I insist,” I smiled at Ryan and picked up my ice cream. I quickly walked out of the shop before he could say no.
The walk home was horrendously lonely. It hadn’t dawned on me how much I wanted Ryan to myself until that girl showed up. How dare she kiss him like he belonged to her? He was mine, and in an ideal world, we should have been able to kiss in public. I let the tears loose. It was simply unfair and wrong. As much as I tried to keep my mind clean, thoughts of Ryan and Sarah fucking in the bathroom of the ice cream shop filled and tortured my mind. Would he pin Sarah against the wall and repeatedly thrust into her until she came? Would she scream his name a million times over? Would Ryan touch her like he touched me? Would he go down on her like he always went down on me? Would he tell her how much he cared for her? Would they refer to me as “just” his little sister?
The truth was that Ryan and I, regardless of how much we cared for each other, could never really be together. It would always be that way. Our need and love for each other would always be a secret.
I did my best to wipe all thoughts of Ryan from my mind as I approached home. Thankfully, Mom and Dad were still upstairs when I opened the door. I headed straight for my shower. I needed to clean up and wash away all thoughts of Ryan and Sarah. If anything, maybe I needed an evening alone in town.
Thirty minutes later, I had showered and dressed for Zatter’s Lounge, a place that catered to young college kids. I was sure to meet one or two guys there; maybe that’s what I needed to rid my mind of Ryan. I left a note on the kitchen table to let Mom know where I would be and headed out.
“Welcome to Zatter’s,” chirped a young woman standing at the door as I walked in.
“Thank you.”
“Party of one?”
“Yes.”
She walked me to a booth meant for two. “A waiter will be right with you to give you the specials,” she said.
“Thank you,” I replied, sitting back and relaxing into my seat, thoughts of Ryan and Sarah a million miles away. Suddenly, I felt a familiar presence behind me. I turned around half expecting to see a stranger ready to chat me up, but it was Ryan.
“Liv?” It was a voice I knew too well, a voice that made my heart skip each time I heard it. “Hey, can I sit?”
“Suit yourself.” I pointed to the empty seat next to me. I wasn’t sure how to feel. He had obviously spent very little time with Sarah this afternoon. That was a good thing, but I wasn’t going to let him off the hook.
“Can we talk?”
“I’m really not in the mood,” I said. “Besides, how did you find me? Never mind.”
“You left a note on the kitchen table.”
“What do you want from me? Go back to your girlfriend. She’s ready to pounce on your lap.”
“Come on, Liv. Don’t be this way. She’s just a friend.”
“A friend who just walked up to you and kissed you without reservation? What type of friendship with benefits is that? What if I were your girlfriend?”
“But you’re not,” he said softly.
His words struck a raw chord in me. He was right. We weren’t together, at least not as a couple, and when we had sex, it was just plain sex with no attachments. “You’re right. We’re not together. I’m just your fuck buddy. Your sister fuckbuddy.”
“Liv,” he whispered, trying to keep his voice low. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“It doesn’t matter. We’re not together. We can never be together no matter what happens. It’s time I grew up and moved on.”
“Liv, please stop. You know you’re one of the most important people in my life. You are not my girlfriend, but you are…”
“Save that speech,” I said, getting up. “I’ve lost my appetite.”
“What about dinner?” he asked.
“I can’t possibly enjoy food right now,” I answered as I walked away without looking back.
He didn’t come running after me. I had half hoped he would get up and come after me, but from past experience, he probably knew I was beyond listening to him. I was in a different world. I walked out of the restaurant, resisting the urge to look back to see what he was doing. Our first day home had turned out to be disastrous. How were we going to get through the rest of the summer?
****
The rest of the night was restless for me; thoughts of Ryan fucking several women haunted my sleep. Finally, when I couldn’t take it anymore, I got out of bed and headed for the kitchen. I might as well make myself useful and make coffee instead of tossing around in bed all day.
Dad was the first one downstairs.
“Hi, Dad.”
“Hey, Liv. You’re sure up early,” he said, smiling at me as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Peter was a handsome man, and Ryan took after him, dimples and all. It was easy to see why my mom had married him. If only Ryan understood loyalty the way his father did.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes, just one of those nights. I guess I’m anxious about tomorrow. The internship and all.”
“You’ll be fine,” he said. “They should feel honored to have you working for them. It’ll be a great experience for you both.”
“I hope you’re right,” I said.
Mom came down next, followed by Ryan. I did my best to ignore him, but he kept talking to me. In the presence of my parents, I had to act normal.
“So, what are you two up to today?” I asked Mom. I was hoping she didn’t have much planned, and I could distance myself from Ryan under the guise of going somewhere, anywhere with her.
“Peter and I are going down to the Inner Harbor for a couple of hours.”
“I forgot,” I replied with a smile. Mom and Dad always took a long walk along the harbor every Sunday. “It’s Sunday.”
“Yes. It is. You and Ryan should probably go shopping for some work clothes,” Dad told me, pulling out a couple of hundred dollar bills from his pocket.
I couldn’t refuse a chance to buy new clothes, but I didn’t want anything to do with Ryan.
“Sure, Dad. Thanks,” he said as he took the money.
“Thanks,” I echoed.
Our parents left for their walk. Ryan and I sat in the kitchen, an awkward silence hanging in the air between us.
“Liv,” he whispered. I ignored him. “Sarah was out of line yesterday.”
“She did nothing wrong,” I answered without looking at him. Instead, I grabbed my phone and began playing on it.
“I met her a few weeks ago at school. She wanted a relationship, but I didn’t,” Ryan admitted.
“You don’t have to explain.”
“I do, because you don’t understand. There is nothing going on between us. We met, exchanged numbers, and then went out to a movie once. That was it. She wanted more and I didn’t have much to offer her.”
“Why not? You’re not dating anyone. What’s stopping you?” I was still playing with my phone distractedly.
“Liv, you’re being stubborn,” he said, coming close to me. “I told you there’s only one girl in the world for me. And that is you. Yes, things are complicated right now, but they won’t always be.”
“So, you expect me to believe you, kiss you, and let you fuck me?” I asked, looking at him. His eyes told me all I needed to know - Sarah clearly meant nothing to him. She had craved his attention and he had not fallen for it.
“Something like that,” he said.
“Doesn’t work that way,” I pouted, but I knew my defenses were down. If he took me in his arms, I would let him thrust into me repeatedly until I came.
“That’s how it works in my world.” He was dangerously close.
“I have other things I need to be doing now,” I replied, standing up and grabbing a dish with the intention of washing up.
“There’s one thing I’d like to do now and I know you’ll like it too.” He moved close to me, and took the dish I was holding away from me, and placed it in the nearby sink.
“What?” I pretended not to be upset.
“You know what,” he said, pulling me into his arms.
“Ryan,” I started to protest, but my voice was drowned out by his kisses. I responded by kissing him back, pulling him close to me.
“I shouldn’t,” he murmured, still kissing me.
“Hmmm?”
“I shouldn’t,” he repeated and broke the kiss and our embrace. “I’m so sorry, Liv. I keep getting us into these situations.”
“It’s fine.” I tried to balance myself. For a minute, I had lost control of myself and had gotten comfortable in his arms.
“But I can’t help myself,” he said.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t,” I told him, pulling him back into my arms. “Besides, make up sex is great.”
“Liv, you do this to me all the time,” he protested but didn’t let me go.
“No, you do this to me.” I nibbled on his lips. Suddenly, it was as if he was on fire, pushing me hard against the kitchen wall. “Ryan, easy,” I said, smiling.
“I’ve been waiting all week.” He pulled my t-shirt over my head. “Watching you walk away from me yesterday at the ice cream shop made me realize how easily I could lose you.”
“What was I supposed to do?” I murmured as I quickly pulled his t-shirt off and flung it on the kitchen floor. I reached for his pants.
“Stayed with me until she left. It was you I wanted, not her.” His breathing was getting deeper.
“Now I know,” I said. I felt his hard on. “Nice!”
“Damn.” He flung my shirt next to his and quickly pulled down the shorts I was wearing, adding them to the growing pile of clothes.
“The door is not locked,” I said pointing to the living room door. “Mom or Dad….”
“They’re gone. We’re fine,” he said as he claimed my mouth.
“They might come back.”
“Possibly,” he said with a shrug as his hands reached to cup my breasts and squeeze them lightly but firmly.
I smiled. We were treading on dangerous ground, but there was an excitement in knowing we could be caught in the act…although our parents catching us would be disastrous.
“Relax,” Ryan said as he pinched my nipples.
I moaned and focused on trying to take his pants off. My hands found the string of his sweat pants and pulled at it, letting his pants drop to the floor. His leg muscles were well-defined. It never ceased to amaze me how well-built he was. His chest was muscular. He had a glorious six pack. I rubbed my hands over his torso and his cock. He kissed me again while fondling my breasts lightly. I pulled his boxers down, and his cock was standing, pointing towards me. It seemed to grow by the second. How much longer could it really stretch?
I felt him stroking my legs as his hands travelled upwards towards my wet pussy. I let out a moan as he finally touched my wet, swollen clit. Inserting one finger into me, he began to massage my wet insides. I leaned against the wall as I tried to support myself and enjoy the intense pleasure he was causing. When I felt he had tortured me enough, I pulled his fingers out of my pussy and pushed him against the kitchen wall.
“My turn,” I whispered as I bent down to close my lips around his dick. “Relax.”
He smiled as he relaxed against the wall. I let my mouth warm his dick, licking him and cradling his balls in my hands. “Damn, Liv,” he moaned.
I liked giving him blowjobs, and when he enjoyed it, it was double pleasure for me. I kept licking and blowing him for a couple more minutes until his grunts deepened and his moans got louder. I knew if I continued, he’d come in my mouth soon and I didn’t want that yet. As if he could read my mind, he pulled me back to a standing position. In one powerful sweep, he lifted me up from the floor and against the wall. He lowered me towards his erection, slowly, until my wetness engulfed his cock.
Holding me with two hands on the waist, he lifted me up and down along the length of his cock, my wetness adding moisture and comfort to each stroke. He thrust his cock in and out of me, the tempo rising to satisfy our animal urgency to reach a climax. Our breathing deepened and quickened. I moaned.
“You like it?” he asked.
“Yes!” Then suddenly, he pulled his cock out and set me down. “What the…?”
“I want to taste you,” he said, claiming my mouth and pulling me towards him. “I need to taste you.”
Somehow, we found ourselves against the edge of the spiral stairs that went upstairs. He gently guided my up a couple of stairs, our bodies never losing contact. When we were six steps up, he lowered me to a sitting position whilst opening my legs at the same time. Opening my legs even further, his tongue descended on me. At first it was cool, but as he started licking, it warmed up. He pried apart the lips of my pussy, circled his tongue a few times around the edge of my wetness, and slowly inserted his tongue into me – slowly, then quickly, then alternating rhythms.
“Yes,” I moaned. I needed him to go deeper. My hand guided his head closer to my pussy. His tongue went further in, and at each withdrawal, he curled it up towards my clit and licked the button.
“Oh, fuck,” I said as he lapped up my sweetness. It felt decadent, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. I wasn’t ready to come yet, as I wanted Ryan to get as much pleasure from me as I was receiving from him. Ryan was selfless and would let me come as many times as I wanted to without complaining, and if l let him, he would stay down on me all day long.
I pushed him gently away from me, as hard as it was for me to do, and tried to change our positions so he was sitting and my mouth was on his cock. But that didn’t happen. Ryan was bent on getting me to the end in a most pleasurable way. I made him sit on the steps with the intention of going down on my knees and taking his dick in my mouth, but he pulled me towards him and positioned my moist pussy at the tip of his dick. I was dripping wet and nothing else would have made me happier at that moment. I slowly descended on him, my pussy swallowing him up, one inch at a time.
His hands made their way to my fleshy mounds. He rubbed each nipple, slowly at first, and then pinched them playfully, the way I liked it. They hardened at his touch. As soon as I had the entire length of his goodness-knows-how-crazy-long cock into my wetness, I stopped to feel the head of his cock against my pussy wall. Then I started to ride him, leisurely at first, his hands supporting me at my waist as my wetness lined his entire rod. Then I went faster. My knees were bent comfortably over the steps and my feet were flat against the step floor. I held on to the railing to keep my stance as my tempo increased.
“Yes. Oh, yes,” he moaned while holding me even tighter.
I felt him pushing me deeper into him like our bodies couldn’t merge any more. I knew I was fucking him like he was the last man on earth.
I rode him, grinding, occasionally reaching down to squeeze his balls. Soon I started to tingle all over - first in my pussy, then in my legs, breast, head, and finally, my entire body, but I kept riding him, each thump stronger and wilder. I sensed him reaching the end as I gave his balls one more squeeze, made a ring at the end of his cock with my thumb and forefinger, and squeezed it tightly as my cunt came down on him. A few more pumps and I couldn’t hold off anymore. I exploded. He exploded as well, shooting his load into me. I collapsed onto his chest and we lay on back on the hardness of the carpeted stairs - spent!
“That was good,” I said. Before he could reply, we heard our parents’ car pull up the driveway.
“Shit,” I said as I quickly disengaged myself from him and ran to pick up my clothes from the kitchen floor.
“Fuck,” Ryan said as he picked up his clothes.
We hurried up the stairs just as the lock was opening. I got to my room and locked the door. That was stupid of us. I knew it was possible we could be caught, and yet, we had let our animal instinct take over our common sense again. I needed to be careful, I thought as I jumped into the shower to clean up.
About half an hour later, I went downstairs to prepare dinner. Ryan was already downstairs talking to my Mom like nothing had happened just a few minutes earlier.
***
RYAN
***
I had gone and done it again - fucked Liv like there was no tomorrow. It was partly my fault that I did a poor job of resisting the attraction between us. Liv was so sweet and naïve, and the more responsible, older part of me wanted to protect her. The other side of me, the one that lusted after her, wanted to fuck her at every opportunity, just like today. Everything would have been perfect today if only Sarah had not come into the ice cream shop.
There I was, trying to catch a stolen moment with Liv and Sarah had to spoil everything. My whole world had come crashing down when I noticed Liv’s shocked and pained look as Sarah kissed me. I was as shocked as Liv was; I hadn’t expected Sarah to kiss me, let alone sit on my thighs like we were anything more than casual acquaintances. Even though I had been sad to see Liv run out of the ice cream shop, it made me realize how much we cared for each other, beyond our step-sibling relationship. I knew I had hurt her by letting another girl that close to me in public, even if it was just for a moment. It was painful, because it was something that Liv and I couldn’t do in public, regardless of how close we were. And not being able to hold her or kiss her in public was getting to me.
I had to find a way, sooner or later, to define what it was we were doing with each other and talk to our parents about us. She was just my stepsister by marriage, and technically, we weren’t related by blood, but I knew it was going to be an uphill battle getting everyone to remember this and allow us to be a couple. I dreaded the thought of telling our parents about us, but it was becoming inevitable as the days went on; we were having sex indiscriminately and in daring places, and I was afraid someone might catch us one day. I’d hate for our parents to find out about us from someone else.
There were just so many uncertainties with declaring my affection for Liv publicly. On one hand, it would allow us to be free with each other, but on the other hand, we could get a lot of backlash from people who didn’t understand.
That day, as I sat pouting in the kitchen after Mom and Dad had left for the harbor, I had an overwhelming need to fuck her, a need to pound her until she moaned my name in ecstasy. I felt I owed her my best. I needed to make up for the mess Sarah had inadvertently made of our ice cream date.
When I had held her, and she had groaned my name, I knew she had forgiven me, thankfully. And when I came in her, spilling my sperm into her warm pussy, I had felt a sense of peace, like she was mine, right there and then…until our parents had interrupted us.
Liv was someone I wanted more than anything else and having sex with her was always a great experience, but I was beginning to want more than just sex with her. I wanted us to be a couple. And for that to happen, I had to change a lot of minds. For now, I was looking forward to tomorrow; we would be starting our internship together.