8: And go deeper
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~ Evie ~
We get home late, and I'm already dragging. I kick off my shoes by the door, ready to crash, but Dad's voice booms from the living room. "Evie, Jack - come in here for a sec. Family chat."
I freeze. Family chat? At this hour? Claire's already in there, perched on the edge of the couch, looking comfy in her sweats. She gives me a little smile, but it's tight, like she has no clue what's coming either. Jack shuffles in behind me.
We sit down. Me on the armchair, Jack on the couch next to Claire. Dad paces a bit, then plants himself in his recliner. He looks serious, but not mad. More like he's been holding this in. "Alright, kids. You're not kids anymore. You're adults. And I've been thinking... I haven't seen either of you with a partner. Like, ever. I don't know about Claire here, but I'm not too young to be a grandpa. Hell, I'd love it. Bouncing a baby on my knee? Sign me up."
I choke on air. Grandpa? What the f**k? Claire's eyes go wide, she's staring at Dad like he just announced he's joining a cult. "Wait, what? Tom, where's this coming from?"
Dad waves her off, focused on us. "Evie, you're 25, turning 26 soon. Who's your boyfriend? I haven't seen you with anyone. Not a date, not a text, nothing. What's going on? You hiding some guy from us?"
My face heats up. Boyfriend? Yeah, right. The only guy I'm f*****g is sitting right there, looking all innocent. I shift in my seat, thighs squeezing together because just thinking about Jack's c**k makes me wet. "Dad, I... work's busy. You know, the office job. No time for that stuff."
He snorts. "Busy? Come on. And you, Jack - what are your plans? Don't wait till you're forty or something before starting a family. It's good to start early. Get the kids out while you're young enough to chase 'em around."
Jack rubs his neck, chuckling awkward. "Dad, chill. I'm 26. Plenty of time. Basketball keeps me on the road, you know?"
Claire jumps in, voice high. "Tom, seriously? This tonight? After pasta? I thought we were just gonna watch TV and crash." She laughs, but it's forced, like she's trying to diffuse a bomb with a joke. "Grandpa? You're 52. You'd be chasing toddlers with a walker."
Dad grins, pointing at her. "Hey, I'd rock that grandpa life. Diapers? Bring it. But these two... nothing. Zip. Evie, spill. Is there a guy? Or are you into girls? That's fine too, you know. Just... someone."
I laugh, but it's nervous. "Dad! No, it's not that. Just... single. Happy single." Lie. I'm not single - I'm balls-deep in forbidden d**k every chance I get. Jack catches my eye, and there's this tiny smirk. Asshole. He knows I'm thinking about how his c*m feels in me.
Claire shakes her head, still surprised. "I didn't expect this ambush. But yeah, kids—er, adults - if there's someone, we'd love to meet them. No pressure." She shoots Dad a look like, back off, but he's already winding down.
"Alright, alright. Just saying. Think about it." He stands, yawning. "Bedtime. Night."
We scatter. Claire hugs me quick. "Ignore him. He's just... being Dad." But her eyes linger on me and Jack a second too long. Does she suspect? Nah, can't.
Upstairs, I strip down to panties and a top, slide into bed. That talk? It's got me spiraling. Boyfriend. Family. What if Jack was my boyfriend? For real? Out in the open? But he's my stepbrother. Forbidden as f**k. Hot, but scary.
Midnight hits. Door creaks open. Jack slips in, locks it behind him. He's in boxers, c**k already tenting them. He crawls onto the bed, hovering over me. "Couldn't sleep. That talk... f****d me up."
I almost laugh because he sounds so dramatic, but then he opens his mouth again.
"But really, I'm thought we were pregnant the day you fell sick and throwing," he says, all earnest, like he's confessing to a crime.
I blink up at him. "Jack. What?"
His cheeks going pink. "You were puking that day... you know. And I panicked. Thought maybe... baby."
I snort so hard I almost choke on my own laugh. "Jack!" I grab a pillow and lightly smack his arm with it. "If I ever want a baby from you, I'll tell you straight up. No guessing games. But right now? I just want to keep having fun. No babies, no labels, just... this."
I wiggle my hips a little and spread my legs wider under him, grinning like an i***t. "So come here, nice stepbrother. Your little sis needs help falling asleep."
I kiss him. His tongue shoves in, tasting like mint toothpaste. Messy, needy. His hands yank my top up. My t**s. He sucks a n****e, just enough to make me gasp. "Jack... f**k me. Now."
He growls, flipping me onto my side. "I want you twisted up for me." ...me on my back kinda, but one leg hooked over his hip, the other straight. He's kneeling between.
He pushes in slow.
I moan low. "god, yes. Deeper."
Each thrust feels like a question: When do I introduce you as my girlfriend? His hips snap harder, eyes locked on mine. Will they accept us?.
"f**k, Jack... harder."
He grunts, pounding me, harder. We're pros at silent f***s by now.
His elbow slips, and he almost face-plants into my tit. “s**t,” he mutters. “Real smooth, right? Pro athlete, my ass.”
I giggle, but it turns into a moan as he thrusts deep again. “Shut up,” I breathe, “and go deeper, clumsy.” It lightens the mood, but doesn't kill the heat - makes it realer, like we're just two horny idiots in love.
He recovers, hand on my thigh, pulling me closer. Thrust. "When do we tell them?" Another thrust, harder. "Evie... will they freak?"
I shake my head, gasping. "Don't know. Don't care. Just... come inside me." His c**k swells. I feel him.
"Fuck... yes."
He groans and unloads, pumping me full of thick, hot c*m.
"We gotta figure this out. For real."
I come so f*****g hard right after, my whole body shakes.
I just wrap my legs tighter around him.
"Imagine it. Me introducing you: 'This is Evie, my girlfriend. And yeah, she's my stepsis. Deal with it," he whispers dirty.
"They'd lose their s**t. But I'd still f**k you every night."
I nod, pulling him close. "Yeah. But not tonight. Tonight, you're just my dirty secret."
Next chapter... gets even dirtier and riskier.
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