Page 29 of Love You Like This

“Anytime.” I turn off the gas for the fire pit.

“Don’t you get tired playing that long?”

“Sometimes.” I stretch out my fingers. “I could have kept going now, but my fingers are cramping.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She reaches for my free hand and pulls it up in front of her.

“What are you doing?” I’m not opposed to her touching me or anything, but I am confused. She’s not the openly affectionate type.

“Massaging your hand.” Her eyes lift to mine.

I almost moan as she presses her thumb firmly along my palm, tracing the pad of my own thumb. She focuses intently on what she’s doing, which gives me the opportunity to take in the details of her face up close. Twenty-seven freckles dot the bridge of her nose and scatter over her cheeks. The silvery light of the moon highlights the flecks of amber in her irises. Just over the top left of her cupid’s bow lips is a tiny freckle.

My chest aches with the thought of just bending down and pressing my lips to hers. I can’t help wondering what she’d do if I did. Would she part her soft, pink lips for me? Or would I have to coax her into it? Or would she slap me? Regardless of how she’d respond, I feel like it would be worth it. Just one tiny taste to satisfy my craving and curiosity.

The world stops when she looks up from my hand and meets my eyes. I swear it feels like a movie, the perfect time to shoot my shot. But then she drops my hand and takes a step back. The empty space between us brings me right back to reality. I can’t kiss my stepsister.

That was a crazy thought.

Obviously.

As we each go to our respective rooms, I let her use the bathroom first. It’s torture when I hear the shower turn on. Mental images of her naked with suds running down her body enter my mind unbidden. I try to ignore my hardening dick, but as much as I fight my thoughts, they just come back even harder.

I throw my arm over my eyes as I reach inside my shorts and under my boxers to grip myself. The first pull is beautifully torturous. Knowing how good she was at massaging my hand makes it so much easier to imagine my hand is actually hers. I increase the intensity and bite down on my lip to keep from moaning as pressure builds in my stomach. Mental images of Jade in her bikini fill my mind as precum leaks from my tip. I picture myself slipping her top to the side and covering her nipple with my mouth. Would she moan? Whimper?

Blinding pleasure erupts from my balls, crashing through my body in waves as cum shoots from my dick. I stroke myself through it, prolonging every second of the feeling I can. The shower shuts off while I lay in bed, panting from the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.

Twelve

XANDER

Present

There’s nothing like waking up in your bed after being away on tour. Even though it’s only for one week, I’m going to soak it up as much as I can. I hit the button to open my blinds and squint as the blinding sun pours into the room.

Once I’m used to the sunlight, I swing my legs out of bed and grab a pair of shorts to slip on. The back of my beach house has a deck that wraps from one side around the back to the other with access from my room to it directly. It’s in the fifties this morning, but the wind is strong enough to blow mist off the waves. As much as I want to get out on the water, I know I shouldn’t risk it while on tour. There are a few more days that I’ll have a chance.

I go back inside to make myself breakfast and see a text from Darren.

Darren

I better not see photos of you surfing this morning

I roll my eyes and send him a middle finger emoji back. He’s such a jackass sometimes. Always treating us like children.

Another text comes through, and I almost ignore it thinking it’s Darren again, but when I glance down I see it’s from my dad.

Dad

Lunch or dinner today?

Sure

Are you coming to the show this weekend?

Dad

Yeah, I’ve worked it all out with Jade. She’s got me in a box.