Alone With Alexa (An Erotic Romance) (6 page)

“You’re getting ready for college. You don’t
even have your driver’s license yet, and you’re pregnant. No,
you’re not fine.”

“I’ll take care of her,” said Ryan. “It’s my
responsibility.”

My mind spun with ideas. “You wanted to have
a baby. You guys were trying. Now I’ll have it.”

“You’re supposed to get an education. You’re
supposed to go to school.”

“Why can’t I do that too? I’ll schedule my
classes carefully.”

My mother rested the back of her hand on her
forehead. “This is so fucked up. I can’t believe this is
happening.”

“Mommy, I love Ryan. I’ve always loved Ryan.
We’re not gonna leave, are we?”

“You’re not mature enough to have a child.”
She glanced at Ryan. “And, you’re old enough to know better.”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to. I’ll fix
this.”

“It’s a bit late, isn’t it?”

“What do you want?”

She was silent for a long moment. “I want a
man I can trust. I want a relationship based on truths, not a pack
of lies. I didn’t get that with my first husband, and I certainly
don’t think I’ll get it with you.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said I love you. I do
love you.”

“And you love her too.”

“Yes.”

“You’re having a baby with my daughter.”

“It looks like it.”

“What are we gonna do?” she cried.

“You can leave me or we can come up with some
solutions.”

She glanced at me. “This wasn’t supposed to
happen to you until you were a lot older, honey. You’ve no idea how
hard it is to raise a baby.”

“We could all raise it.”

“You have to go to school.”

“There’s daycare.”

She closed her eyes. “I could murder you
both, I swear.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to hurt
you. Please don’t make us leave.”

“I knew it,” she said softly. “I think I knew
from the beginning. You two had a connection. I didn’t think you’d
cross the line, but I guess I underestimated everything.” She moved
hair out of my face. “You’re my baby. You turned into a woman
overnight. I wish you could stay my little girl. Now you’re the
woman who stole my man.”

“No. You can have him to. Let’s share him.
Nothing has to change. We’ll live here and raise the baby and be a
family. Tell granny and grandpa I got knocked up by a boyfriend. No
one has to know it’s Ryan’s.”

“I have a lot to think about,” she said
softly.

“Do you hate me now?” I ached seeing her so
unhappy.

“No.”

“I love you, mommy.”

“I love you too, honey.”

“Alexa, could you give your mother and I a
second?”

I glanced at Ryan. “Sure.” I left the room,
loitering by the door.

“What’s gonna happen now?” asked my
mother.

“The ball’s in your court.”

“I’m gonna have to think about it.”

“I’m so sorry, Kris.”

“How can we have a relationship after
this?”

“It’ll take work.”

“You want her more than you want me. You love
her more.”

“Kris…I love you both. I feel like a pig. My
behavior’s inexcusable. I won’t blame you if you leave.”

“I’m too young to be a grandmother,” she
sobbed.

I heard the bed move. “I shoulda known
better. I do know better. “I’m so sorry I hurt you. We’re all gonna
pay the price for my stupidity.”

“This isn’t going to be easy for any of
us.”

“We can do it.”

“I really should hate you.”

“You can, if you want to.”

“It’s gonna take me a long time to get over
this.”

“Take all the time you need. I’ll do whatever
you want me to do.”

“You won’t leave her, though, will you?”
There was a long pause. “That’s what I thought. If I go, she stays,
doesn’t she?”

“I…don’t know. I hope you both stay.”

They talked quietly amongst themselves for a
long time after that.

As the weeks wore on, my mother bravely
accepted the fact that I was going to have Ryan’s baby. They began
to rebuild their relationship, one small step at a time. I spent
hours with Ryan, watching television, going for walks, and making
love. He devoted time to my mother as well, and they went out to
romantic dinners and away on weekends to bed and breakfasts. When I
think back on this time, I realize it was the beginning of a new
life for all of us. Our family unit was highly unconventional and
abnormal, but we made it work. When the baby came, the foundation
of trust had once again been laid, and it was solid. We welcomed
Jasmine Ann at two-thirty in the morning, after nearly ten hours of
labor, and, although I was exhausted, I felt a sense of pride in
this accomplishment and peace of mind knowing that my little girl
would be loved and cared for by the people I most loved.

The End

A preview of
Sweet Melissa
by Virginia
Wade

“Can we be friends?”

“We’re family.”

“Please don’t hate me anymore. I don’t hate
you. I actually think you’re really hot.”

This earnest declaration had the oddest
effect on me. I began tingling in my tummy and...my pussy. The
unexpected praise pleased me to no end, and my ego bounced around
happily. Looking at him, it was as if I were seeing him for the
first time.

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“I had one. Remember Caylee?”

I nodded.

“We broke up.”

“Oh.”

His eyes sparkled with interest, but it was
more than that. A predatory gleam flared, mixed with something
mysterious and slightly intoxicating. No one had ever looked at me
like that before.

He scooted closer. “Do you think I could…kiss
you?”

So…
that
was what was on his mind. “I
don’t know. Is it such a great idea?”

“Why not?”

“We’re family.”

“Not by blood.” He’d moved in alarmingly
close, and the front part of his shorts bulged out. “Just a little
kiss?”

I wanted to tell him no. I wanted to get up
and go to my room, but I was insanely curious. I’d been kissed
before, and I liked kissing, yet I sensed it would be different
with Chad.

His hand touched my face. “You’re so pretty,
Melissa.”

I melted under his touch. “I am?”

He smiled. “Yeah, really pretty. Your body…is
incredible. I’ve been thinking about you naked for a really long
time.”

He drew nearer by the second. “Um…I don’t
know, Chad.”

“Just a kiss.”

His lips met mine, and he pressed his tongue
to my mouth. I opened for him, and he kissed me deeply, plundering
me thoroughly. A kiss had never been this nice before. My last
boyfriend’s were far too wet. Chad’s were almost perfect, if such a
thing were possible. His lips were on my neck. My fingers dove
through his hair, and I tilted my head back, while he kissed my
sensitive skin.

“Oh.”

Pulling me to him, I found myself suddenly
pressed against a lean, muscled man who smelled lightly of cologne
and laundry detergent. My breasts were crushed against his
chest.

He whispered in my ear, “Will you take your
shirt off?”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

I couldn’t think of a single reason, which
lessened my objection considerably. “Um…”

“Please. Nobody’s home. It’s just us.”

“Okay.” I lifted the t-shirt over my head,
exposing a lacy pink bra, which encased my abundant flesh.

“Oh, my God.” His eyes practically bulged as
he stared at the tops of my boobs.

His fingertips traced the edges of the bra,
and a knuckle brushed against my heated skin. The contact sent a
shot of desire straight to my center, where the feeling gathered
and tingled.

“Take it off.” He sounded slightly
hoarse.

I knew he was going to make this request. “I
shouldn’t.”

“Oh, my God. I’m gonna die if you don’t.
You’ve no idea how long I’ve fantasized about these tits. I can’t
even count the number of times I’ve jacked off—”

“Chad!”

He looked sheepish. “Sorry.”

I reached behind my back and unhooked the
bra. I shouldn’t be doing this, but…I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
Only my ex-boyfriend, Justin, had ever seen my boobs in their
entirety, and he hadn’t been nearly as enthusiastic as Chad. My
stepbrother practically salivated with anticipation, which secretly
thrilled me. I smiled slightly, as I let the material drop.

Chad’s mouth hung open.

“
Good God!
Those are spectacular.” He
reached out to gently stroke the side of my breast. Both hands were
suddenly engaged, as he lifted the masses and held them up. It was
like he had opened the best Christmas present ever. Before I could
stop him, he lowered his head and took a pink nipple into his
mouth.

A jolt of sensation blazed through me.
“Chad!”

He suckled one and then the other, making
little slurping sounds. The feelings this treatment provoked had me
threading my fingers through his hair and pulling his face into me.
My panties were shockingly wet. It was mortifying that my own
stepbrother could make me feel so excited and horny.

My head fell back. “Oh, Chad.”

He smothered himself in my cleavage and
sighed. “I’m in heaven.”

I giggled, “You’re funny.”

“You wanna see my dick?”

I gasped. I should go to my room right now!
If I had any sense, I’d pick up my clothes and run, but curiosity
had me in its grips. I wanted to see his penis, which shocked me.
It bulged and moved invitingly beneath the overly stretched
material, as if it were its own entity. Maybe it was.

“We shouldn’t.”

“Who’s gonna care? There’s nobody to see us.”
He lowered his shorts, exposing a pair of briefs. “Ready?”

I swallowed, but said nothing.

“Here goes.”

He dropped the underwear, uncovering a
formidable looking phallus. It was thick and rounded, with tiny,
intersecting veins. The top was broad and it curved under like a
mushroom. I could not stop staring at it. I’d never seen one
before, and this was a revelation. I had never slept with Justin. I
had never had sex with anyone.

I bit my lower lip. “Wow.”

“Have you had sex, Melissa?”

I shook my head.

“Does it scare you?”

I shook my head again.

“Do you wanna touch it?”

I nodded.

He laughed, “Go on. It won’t hurt you.”

Reaching out tentatively, I touched the
rounded tip with my finger. Fluid escaped almost immediately.
“You’re leaking.”

“That happens.”

“Do you touch yourself a lot?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Every day?”

“At least.”

“Really?”

“Haven’t you ever touched yourself, Melissa?
Come on. Don’t say you’ve never fingered yourself.”

This conversation was far too personal. This
entire encounter was far too personal. “I might’ve.”

“Don’t be so shy. Touch me. I wanna feel your
fingers around me.”

I did as he asked and held him in my hand,
feeling his heated skin throbbing. I rubbed the spongy tip with my
thumb, and more fluid escaped, which helped lubricate him. I
continued to massage him, while he jerked in my hand.

“Oh, God,” he groaned. “You should lick
it.”

What did he taste like? I ran my tongue
across the tip and wiped the fluid away, which tasted salty. “Like
that?” I glanced at him.

“You could do more. You could put it your
mouth and suck. I’d be really grateful if you did.”

That would be so dirty. I buzzed unbearably
in my pussy at the thought of taking this to another level. My
arousal was such that it was almost impossible to think straight.
Before I had even weighed the pros and cons of the situation, I had
closed my lips over him.

“Oh, God, Melissa.” I grazed him with a
tooth, and he gasped. “Don’t bite me. Keep your teeth back.”

“Sorry.” I carefully suckled him like one of
those huge round lollipops. “Is that better?”

He groaned in reply.

I slid from the sofa and got between his legs
to gain better access. Grabbing the bottom of his shaft, I sucked
him, marveling at his hardness and the sweet, musky scent of his
anatomy. I licked up and down, making sure I got the entire length,
all the way to the base. Every so often, fluid would escape, and I
promptly sucked it away.

He grasped his balls. “Suck these.”

Now I was confused. The sacs were large and
interspersed with hair. I tried to get one in my mouth, but failed
miserably. “How?”

“You have to suck it in, but watch the
teeth.”

I gave his cock another lick, and he moaned.
Grasping a ball, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and tried to
take it in. After four tries, the slippery, saliva-coated sac was
in my mouth.

“Oh, God,” he groaned. “It’s so good.”

Feeling adventurous, I ate the other one
whole, and for good measure, prodded it with the tip of my
tongue.