Family Secrets (2 page)

"The next night, right after I gave him a
hand job, and…you know…," she'd answered, putting her head down
again.

Luke had nodded. He'd had no clue what to do
under the circumstances, but he knew he'd had to do something, and
most of it involved talking. And talking was something he hated to
do, especially when it came to heavy subjects like the one he'd
found himself facing.

"He didn’t just…you didn't let him…" he
hadn't a clue of how to phrase what he was trying to say, but
somehow he'd just ended up spitting it out. "When he came, did he
cum in you? Did he pull out?" He'd felt dirty after asking her.

She'd quickly started shaking her head in the
negative. "No, he used a condom. He didn't cum in me."

"Good, good," Luke had said, and inside he'd
heaved a deep sigh of relief. He'd let out a long shuddering breath
that he hadn't even realized he'd been holding it in his lungs for
what must have been forever when it came to his usual breathing
method. "We don't want you pregnant. That's the last thing we want.
We don't want something like what you two did to get out." He'd run
a hand through his hair and blew out another long breath before he
turned to Brittney again. He was about to ask something he hadn't
been sure he'd wanted the answer to, but he'd also realized he
would need to know.

"Britt-Britt," he'd said, using the childish
nickname they all sometimes called her before they realized she was
a teenager and not wearing pigtails tied with ribbons to school
anymore. "Do you like it? I mean, when you two…" he cleared his
throat. "When you two have sex, does it feel good to you?"

Brittney looked down again. "I…guess so."

"I need to know if he's forcing you,
Brittney," Luke said sternly, and that time, with the authority in
his voice, he didn't need to physically coax her to look up and
into his eyes—she did that part all on her own.

After what seemed like an eternity, but had
only been a few seconds hesitation, Brittney shook her head ever so
slowly. "He's not forcing me." Then she sighed, willing to give her
stepfather a bone even though she hadn't been sure if he'd deserved
one. "He told me that it's supposed to help him. He said that if he
has sex, he probably won't have one of his episodes."

Luke sighed heavily and nodded, feeling
guilty. "But you shouldn't do it with him if you don't want to do
it." He was telling her that, but what was really going through his
head was that he'd found an out for himself. Taking Scott to a
brothel had been costing him a small fortune that he couldn't
really afford. Having Brittney perform a few sexual favors to calm
Scott down was more or less some sick twisted solution to the
financial problems that were beginning to arise for him.

Brittney had shrugged in response. A part of
her hated that Luke had seemed relieved that Scott wasn't
exactly
forcing her to have sex with him. She'd expected
that once he'd confronted her with what he'd found that he'd do
something with Scott and tell him to stop, but she could clearly
see that since she didn't say Scott had raped her, her stepdad
wasn't going to do anything at all.

The statement Luke had made, however, had
forced her to think. A part of her did want to do it with Scott.
When he'd asked her to give him a blow job, she'd been afraid;
afraid of getting caught by one of their parents, afraid of putting
her mouth on a cock for the first time in her life, and afraid of
what it meant that she was curious about doing it, especially with
a boy she considered her brother.

Luke and Susan had gotten married when
Brittney and Scott had been five and six years old, respectively.
They'd basically grown up in the same house together as siblings.
Even though Scott could get scary at times, she knew that he was a
good person, and a good friend and a good big brother to her
typically, but she also knew that it was wrong to have any sort of
sex with him even if that meant he wouldn't lose his temper as much
or as bad.

What Brittney hadn't told Luke was that when
she'd first given Scott a blowjob, he'd warned her that he came a
lot, and when he did cum, he'd shot not only inside of her mouth,
but all over her face and hands as well. She hadn't thought it was
supposed to be that much that came out, but Scott had told her it
had been a while since his dad had taken him to the cathouse and he
didn't like to masturbate. He only jerked off once in a while in
the morning when he had to, but other than that, he preferred
blowjobs or sex. But she'd told him right away that she didn't want
to have sex. She'd been a virgin at the time and she didn't think
it would be okay to go
that
far with him.

"I think a blowjob is bad enough, Scott,"
she'd said as she'd been crying and cleaning his cum off her face
after that first time. "One blowjob was bad, and we can't ever do
that again. We can't do
anything
ever again."

But that hadn't stopped Scott from putting
his hands on her bare stomach the next day when her top had ridden
up and exposed her midriff as she'd been watching TV in the den.
Since she hadn't stopped him, he'd moved his hands further up her
top and had started massaging her breasts, first one and then the
other; first over her top, and then he'd pulled her top up and
exposed her tits.

"Stop, Scott," she'd said as he'd rubbed her,
but her voice had held no conviction and it was obvious that he
hadn't wanted to stop.

Then he'd bent over and had started suckling
her breasts as he'd squeezed them. He'd rolled his tongue around
the nipple and sucked them hard, all the while groping her. Half of
her brain had been screaming for her to make him stop, while the
other half had liked the sensations going through her body. Then
he'd pulled her skirt up and yanked her panties down. He seemed to
be only looking at her individual body parts instead of her as a
whole person and it was frightening as well as titillating.

When he lowered his head and put his face
between her thighs, however, all of her protestations were
forgotten and she got lost as his mouth explored her sex. He sucked
her clit and pushed his tongue deep beyond her folds; he'd done it
long enough to make her shudder and quake, only realizing afterward
that she'd had her first orgasm. She'd never touched herself and
made herself climax before, and later Scott had told her that the
girl he always saw at the brothel had taught him the proper way of
giving oral to a woman.

In the den that day, where Brittney had been
watching one of her favorite late-afternoon after-school shows,
Scott's swollen penis had been aimed directly for her opening and
she'd silently wondered, in a daze, if what she was seeing was
true, and whether it was actually happening. Then Scott had
positioned the rounded head of his cock at the crevice just below
her clit, and had begun to push himself inside of her. Because he
had licked her to climax and ultimate slickness, it was easy enough
for him to enter her, and with that, a stab of pain shot through
the lower half of her body. It hurt. She saw a bit of white
lightening shoot from behind her eyes as she squeezed her lids shut
and bit her bottom lip until she thought she'd draw blood.

"Scott," she'd breathed as he'd pushed
himself inside of her deeper, until she felt his entire length
enter her, stretching her for the first time. And then she'd felt
his hot, fleshy nut sack touch her outer skin, and rather absurdly
she'd thought, "This is really happening," even though she didn't
say that aloud. Instead of uttering her delusions or confusions,
all she found she could say was Scott's name over and over until
the pain ebbed, her walls started to adjust to the friction, and
her body had started to welcome his hard cock.

Gentle in the beginning, Scott began to speed
up, and Brittney found that as the action went on, she didn't care
that she'd known him for so long or that he was her stepbrother.
The more he fucked her, his raw cock going inside of her fast and
hard, she hadn't wanted him to stop. She'd spread her thighs open a
little farther and grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling him into her so
that with every single thrust he made, he went inside of her
deep.

Just when he was about to cum at that time,
he'd pulled out of her and with a few hurried strokes gripping his
shaft, Scott has shot his load all over her shirt, the parts of her
chest that had been exposed, her stomach, and as it trickled to a
halt, some of his semen splashed atop her pubic hair.

She didn't tell Luke any of that because the
first time she and Scott had sex they hadn't used a condom and that
had been the best time. She hadn't even told Scott that part of the
reason the sex had been so good that day for her was because she'd
thought either Luke or Susan was going to come through the door and
catch them at any minute as they'd been going at it.

But that had been three months ago when she
and Scott had started having sex and she knew she hadn't gotten
pregnant, which had been a relief. She knew she could've gotten
pregnant even if he had pulled out, but thankfully, she didn't have
to worry about that. Ever since then Scott used a condom whenever
he tiptoed into her bedroom.

What she didn't understand was what they were
supposed to do about it since Luke had found out, and Luke seemed
to believe that it was okay that she and Scott were having sex with
each other. The problem with that was Brittney didn't know how
she
felt about having sex with Scott. She liked the feeling,
and she liked Scott—hell, she
loved
Scott, and she always
had—but she was confused about what they were doing. Unfortunately,
Luke hadn't helped in that matter.

"You need to tell your mother that you need
to get on birth control," Luke had told Brittney on that fateful
day when he was talking to his stepdaughter about what she was
doing with his son. "I can't bring it up to her; it'll seem too
suspicious coming from me and she'll want to know why I'm bringing
something like that up in the first place. As far as I know, she
doesn't know about you and Scott, and I want to keep it that way.
You don't even have to tell her you're not a virgin anymore because
not all girls take birth control for that." That's when Luke
paused; not just paused, but he completely faltered. "You
were
a virgin when Scott had sex with you the first time,
weren't you?"

Brittney had only nodded her head. For some
reason, when Luke had looked relieved at that, she'd felt anger
rise up inside her at him, but still, she hadn't said
anything—partly because she hadn't known what to say under the
circumstances or how to articulate her emotions.

"Okay, so Scott's the only boy you've been
with. Good. Let's keep it that way." Luke didn't even realize what
he was saying as he'd been saying it, nor had he noticed the
infuriated look that had surfaced on Brittney's face at that
moment. The only thing he was thinking of was how he was going to
get his ass out of the fire in this predicament, and if he'd had to
admit anything later on, he would have been honest and said that
he'd been thinking of himself, and really
only
himself at
that moment. Luke had always been honest about the fact that he was
far from perfect. He was a man that made mistakes. But he was also
one that could apologize when put in a tight situation. He also
figured he'd deal with the fallout of the situation later on when
he had to, and when he had no choice.

"Look, I'll be honest kid," Luke had said,
and that time he'd found he hadn't been able to meet Brittney's
eyes as she'd had trouble meeting his earlier in their
conversation. "I don't know what to do in this situation. If I do
right by one person, I'm putting somebody else in jeopardy. If I do
the right thing, I'm putting my ass in a sling." On that note, he'd
realized he'd started talking to himself out loud and he'd cleared
his throat only to look in the opposite direction to where Brittney
had been standing and had added, "Get on The Pill so you won't get
pregnant. If Scott gets rough with you or you don't want to do it
anymore, but he's trying to force you, come and tell me." Then Luke
had sighed and walked away.

Again, Brittney had been left holding the
ball, totally unsure of how to feel.

The next night Scott had come to her room and
slipped under her covers, his hard-on bumping her ass cheeks as
he'd started nipping at her shoulder with his lips and teeth, and
pulling down her underwear.

That night had been far from being the last
night they would be in bed together.

Scott would find her in the kitchen and he
would pull down his boxers if that was all he was wearing and he
and Brittney were home alone, pull his hard cock out, and fuck her
as she balanced herself against the kitchen counter with her hands.
He'd sometimes find her in the backyard and they would have sex on
the ground; since they didn’t have any close neighbors that could
just spy into their backyard, they could do it outside and not
worry about being caught.

After a while, Brittney gave up being
confused and gave into it. She'd gotten on The Pill, she took it
regularly, and even though Susan had wanted to know who her
boyfriend was, Brittney hadn't given anything away, all the while
wondering how her mother could be so stupid. Often enough, she and
Scott did it in the house during the day when Susan was at home;
granted Susan would be asleep, but sometimes Brittney and Scott
didn't even try to be quiet.

Sometimes she and Scott would end up having
sex multiple times a day; the most she could recall had been six
times in one day over the course of summer vacation and she'd ended
up sore.

They'd had sex all over the house. She'd
gotten on top of him and ridden him on every single sofa and chair,
even the ottoman. They'd even done it in Luke and Susan's bed
once.