Camping with Her Stepdad

Chapter Two

I woke up sweating and a little out of it. It was pitch black, and it took me a minute to remember where I was and whose arms were around me. Jack.

With a smile, I snuggled back against my stepdad. I was sweaty, but I didn’t think Jack would appreciate it if I stripped down to my undies, so I pulled my arms out of the sleeping bag and let the cool air chill my skin and balance out the heat against my back.

As I moved, trying to get comfortable, Jack groaned. One of his hands gripped my hip, and I felt something hard prodding my ass cheek.

I swallowed as I struggled with what to do. Should I wake him up? Should I just lay still? Jack’s hand slid up and cupped my breast. My n****e hardened at the touch. Jack plucked at it with his fingers. I tried to muffle my gasp as electricity shot to my c**t.

“Jack?” I whispered, wondering if he was in that place between being asleep and being awake.

He groaned again, but didn’t answer. Then his hand slid from my breast and down my stomach. When his fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties, I almost started hyperventilating.

I was already wet by the time his fingers parted the lips of my p***y. I swiveled my hips. It was wrong, it was dirty. Jack was probably dreaming about my mom. But instead of waking him, I spread my legs.

“Yeah,” he groaned, as his fingers slid easily between my opening and my c**t.

His c**k pressed harder into my ass, so hard it was a little painful, but the desperation of his thrusts turned me on. It wasn’t a slow, easy coupling. He was trying to come as quickly as possible, and I was right there with him.

He didn’t even breach my opening. He concentrated solely on my c**t, rubbing and circling. Was this how he had s*x with my mom? Fast and furious?

I’d always had a crush on Jack, but now, I wanted to know what is felt like to have him f**k me. Needy little noises escaped my throat, even though I tried to hold them in.

I felt the heat of his breath against my neck as he panted.

“Jack, please,” I whispered.

I didn’t want him to wake up and stop, but I was so close. I needed to come, and I wanted him to come, too.

Jack growled in my ear. I felt a heavy pulsing against my ass. Knowing he’d come pushed me even closer. Then he gave my c**t a little pinch and sent me flying.

I opened my mouth, but was able to hold back the moan that wanted to come out. Instead, it was a muffled squeak.

“Mmm.” Jack pulled me tighter against him. He thrust a couple more times, then settled back into sleep.

I stayed awake for a long time after that. As my orgasm faded, guilt swamped me, but not as I’d expected. I would never tell Mom what happened, but that wasn’t why I felt guilty. It was the fact that Jack hadn’t known what he was doing. I should have woken him up.

But even the shame of knowing that didn’t have me fully regretting what happened. I was trying to figure out if I should apologize privately to Jack when my world tilted.

“Jessa,” he whispered.

Had he been dreaming of me? I held perfectly still as I waited to see if he’d woken up or if he’d been awake the whole time. But his breaths were long and even.

What the f**k was I going to do?