Redeemed Complete: A Military Stepbrother Romance (12 page)

The cool air of the room over my sensitive and wet pussy made me ache, but soon Harrison’s heat came back down and I felt his manhood pressing up against me, now with even less in between us. “Your pants, now, please Harrison,” I croaked, wanting, needing, his cock inside me without delay. “Don’t make me wait like this any more.”

Without a word, Harrison moved away from me and I gasped, feeling all alone the moment our skin broke contact and wanting him against me as soon as possible. I closed my eyes and pressed my head into the pillow, aching to feel him touch me again. I heard shuffling off the bed and smiled to myself, knowing I was getting closer to having his cock inside me, and I licked my lips in anticipation.

When I reopened my eyes a few moments later Harrison stood at the foot of the bed, completely naked. A few hours ago, which seemed like forever ago now, I’d seen him just as naked in the full light of the bathroom, and now I was kicking myself for not taking the chance to check him out in a way that gave him credit.

To be fair, even in the darkness and soft streetlight that poured into my room, my stepbrother Harrison looked gorgeous. The expert artisan who’d carved his body out of marble probably wasn’t allowed to do any more work after he was done with Harrison. I licked my lips again.

Those broad shoulders, that tapered and narrow waist, muscle everywhere, rippling and undulating at as he moved…Harrison was enough to make my mouth water, and that was before I learned how good he was at touching me.

“Come here,” I moaned, “Don’t stay so far away.” Harrison hesitated before coming back to the bed. “What’re you worried about?” I lay there, naked, waiting for him, reaching my arms up to try and entice him back.

He smiled. “Nothing,” he set one knee on the bed and placed his hands back on either side of me. “I just know that once we start we won’t be able to stop.”

“Who wants to stop?” The underlying question rang out in the room despite no one saying it. We were step siblings - did we really want to do this? This was a line that could only be crossed once, and after that it would disappear.
 

This was a bell we wouldn’t be able to unring.

“I sure don’t.” And then his lips were back on mine and words were unnecessary again. We kissed like each other’s mouths were the only source of air in the room.

Now that we were free from the modern restrictions of clothing, I could feel Harrison’s steely hard cock press against my heated pussy, and just the touch alone made me gasp as he lightly brushed over me with its swollen head. I pressed my upper back against the mattress, thrusting my waist out, trying to get him to slip inside me, but Harrison played cagey and kept back, teasing me mercilessly.

I pleaded with him with my eyes as we kissed hard, but he didn’t make eye contact. When he moved his face back down to my breasts, I thought about saying something, but decided to hold my tongue, just as I lost control of speaking again, Harrison’s tongue daring around my nipples.

It was a fresh new amazingly pleasurable torture.

All the while, Harrison pressed the considerable length and girth of his cock against my, slowly moving it up and down, rubbing it against my and driving me wild.

“Please, Harrison,” I murmured finally, unable to keep it in any longer, “please fuck me…”

Harrison locked eyes on me, and I focused on him, words unspoken. I knew what he was doing, and I did my best to help, stopping my shaking and lying still.

Harrison reached down, propping himself above me on one elbow, and I felt his other hand run over my slick wet pussy, gathering some of my juices and coating his cock in them. It was unnecessary; I was so wet and turned on that he could have slid right in without even stopping.

Which is exactly what Harrison did. I gasped out loud, glancing at the door as a reflex before looking back at Harrison. His eyes never left mine, and I felt him press his thick cock into me, stretching me out and making me pant with pleasure.
 

Sparks.

Lightning.

Electricity.

All of the above. Going slowly at first, it took a few seconds for Harrison to get his entire length inside me and for me to adjust. He watched my face for signs I was in pain, but he felt way too good for me to even dream of asking him to slow down. At some point in his preparations, Harrison had slipped a condom on, and I appreciated that he was being the responsible one.

When he was all the way in, he paused, kissing me hard. I welcomed him in, feeling us connect upper and lower. By now my hands were at my sides, gripping the sheets of the bed as Harrison slowly moved in and out of my pussy.

Once we got a rhythm down I moved with him, moaning at the end of each stroke and tensing up whenever he took the opportunity to remove himself from me entirely. Each time, he would smile at my long lost look and then push back in, bringing sighs of pleasure out me all over again.

Meanwhile, as he picked up the pace, Harrison’s hands roamed over my body, caressing me and setting my skin on fire with need.
 

I couldn’t believe it.

My stepbrother was inside me.

My stepbrother was fucking me.

And I loved it.

Harrison picked up the pace, pushing in and out of me with increasing speed, both of us moaning at the same time with the new sensations. I let go of the mattress and clasped my hands around Harrison’s neck to hold on and move with him, and he grinned at me. I traced the intricate dark lines of his tattoos with my fingers, vowing to explore them for hours some other time.

The charges coursing through me were getting stronger, and I pulled him into me even more greedily as I got closer and closer to cumming for the second time. I could feel from the way Harrison’s cock pulsed inside me that he was getting close too, and I licked my lips at the thought of us cumming together. I looked up at him, saw his body move together with mine, in and out of me, igniting such feelings of passion in me, and I nearly went over the edge right there.

Harrison clearly had the same idea and pumped in and out of me. Sensing we were getting near the point of no return, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled Harrison into me as deep as he could go, just as we exploded together.

I felt his cock pulsing inside me, and I threw myself back as the waves of my orgasm took me over. If the bed hadn’t been there to stop me I’d have fallen forever without caring, it felt so wonderful in that moment. I felt everything, the pulsing of my own heart, the pulsing of my pussy, everything, from the ends of my hair to the tips of my curling toes.

Harrison stopped holding himself above me and I felt his full weight pressing me down while I watched him cum, the most peaceful look of calm on his face.

This was the perfect way to end an evening.

Chapter 08 - The Morning

The next day I woke up around 10. I don’t know how long it had taken me to pass out, but I was glad Harrison was gone before anyone noticed we were in the same room. It had been a long night and I needed a good sleep-in, especially after what Harrison and I had done once we got back..
 

Thankfully I didn’t have anything planned in the morning so I could relax and take my time. Nothing like an eventful night at the bar coupled with an almost-assault to make you appreciate the warm blankets and pillows of your childhood bed, even if the sheets were covered in Pokemon cartoons.

I lay in bed for a while and thought about what had happened the night before. I couldn’t be sure, but it felt like the shock had worn off. Of course what happened wasn’t my fault, Steve was just way more aggressive than I was comfortable with, and he didn’t take no for an answer.

I’d have been in a lot of trouble without Harrison showing up and getting involved. As mad as I was that he was following me, last night was one night that I needed him, and he came through for me.

What happened afterward was a little more complicated. OK, I couldn’t sugar coat it, it was far more complicated. I just couldn’t process what he’d said, how he’d touched me, and how…I’d had sex with him.

Yeah.

I’d had sex with my stepbrother. I mean, I could tell he wanted to kiss me, but I did something totally out of character for me, something I’d never dream of doing except in my wildest fantasies, and I kissed Harrison. And then the other thing too.

Now we just had to figure out what to do next.

Ugh.

What I wanted to do was kiss him more, wrap myself up in his arms, and figure things out later. Much much later.

Plenty of time to do that after a few weeks of more sex just like last night’s. Just the thought of being alone with him now made me wet.

Which was weird, because, you know, we’d hated each others guts for years now. I guess we had the rest of this trip to work that whole thing out and see what would happen. Lots of family time in there, how awkward would that be after what we did last night?

Ugh again.

I really should get up. It was highly unlikely, however much I wanted it to happen, that Harrison would burst into my room right now and do naughty things to me. Well, burst into my room in such a way that was both dramatic and unlikely to arouse suspicion or surprise by his mother or my father.

No, the most likely way to run into Harrison and lust over him some more would be to actually get out of bed and move around in non-private spaces.

But…my bed felt really nice right about now. I mean…I really didn’t have to get up, did I? I could just lie here for a few more hours.

Nah.

The goal was to find Harrison and get him alone, and my bedroom, while a nice idea, wasn’t gonna cut it again. I had to get up and face the world. More importantly I had to get up and face Harrison.

I knew which of those sounded more intimidating.

Fine! I supposed I cooooooould get up if I really needed to.

By the time I rousted myself and got dressed enough to leave my room and brush my teeth, it was almost noon. The house was bustling as my family prepared for the holidays. I crept downstairs to get some food and was greeted by my stepmother in the kitchen, toiling away.

My stepmother Ruth was a nice lady, even if we weren’t close. She’d never been mean to me or anything, but she and I had never connected the way my father had taken to Harrison. My father, it seemed, had always longed to have a son, but my stepmother had never felt the same yearning to have a daughter. We both had tried in the past to get closer, but one of us was never ready to really make that work.

I grabbed some cereal and sat down to eat. My father came in and out, carrying boxes of who knows what, from one place to another, but I didn’t see Harrison anywhere. I wondered where he was. After what happened last night, we had a lot to talk about, and I hoped we’d get some time alone soon. Not only because I think I wanted to pick up where we left off, but we also had to figure out just what the hell was going on.

My thoughts drifted back toward us outside the house, kissing Harrison in the snowy moonlight. I’d never experienced something so romantic, and even though it was my stepbrother, someone I thought I hated and who hated me, I wanted nothing more than to try out having him inside me again.
 

And soon. As soon as we could get some time alone. But..where was he?

“Don't you have Maggie's baby shower today?” my stepmother asked almost to the room rather than to me, facing away and stirring something. I jumped up, shaking my head, coming back to reality, nearly splashing myself with cereal milk. That would have been a great look. Milk Monster Laurel.

Oh shit
.
I'd forgotten about that again, even after Maggie reminded me last night. “Yeah, that’s today. I don't even have a present. I totally forgot. I guess I have to go shopping.” I looked at the clock on the wall in the kitchen - even if I rushed, which I definitely didn’t feel like doing, I was still gonna be late at this rate. And I didn’t even know what to get!

She was going to kill me. Or, knowing Maggie, she would have something funny to say that would cut into me deep. She had a way with words, that one. I was envious, especially when I was on the receiving end. With how distant we’d been over the last few months I didn’t want to do anything to upset her, especially with how much stress she must be under with Chris and the baby.

“I figured as much, and I didn't think you had time, so yesterday while I was getting things for the party I did a little shopping…” I looked up from my cereal to see my stepmother putting something on the table, smiling. “Now you're all set,” she beamed. I opened up the plain white box and pulled the light paper to one side, revealing the blue onesie contained inside.

“Ooooh,” I squealed. “Thank you so much! This’ll save my bacon.”

“I had a hunch,” she said, “it's no problem. I'm sure she'll love it.”

I was sure of it too. This was really cute, and that was really nice of my stepmother. We were cordial but definitely not close and I could tell she was trying. It was just a little difficult for me, I didn’t know why. I really should have made more of an effort to get close to her, if only for my father’s sake.

“Thanks again.” I didn’t know what else to say, so I went back to my cereal. “It was really nice of you to do that for me.”

“Don't worry about it. I think you got a little bit of time before it begins. 2 o'clock right?”

“That's right,” I said, looking up at the clock again. Just enough time to figure out what to wear and get ready. If I didn’t drag myself along like I felt like doing today.

“Say hi to Maggie for me. Has she picked out a name yet?”

“Not that I know of, and if she has she hasn't told me.”

“Having a baby is so exciting! I'm thrilled for her.” I could hear the joy in her voice. She sounded farther away than just a second ago, like she was wrapped up in her memories.

Memories of baby Harrison.

“Me too, I'm just a little surprised that she's having one so soon. She and Joe just got married, like a year ago and with Joe gone… that's got to be difficult.”

We were headed into difficult territory. How did this happen? “Well, Laurel, everyone moves at a different speed. Maggie and that boy of hers have been together so long and it just makes sense, you know? Not everyone’s speed is like that.”