Tonight I’m going to make sure she realizes it fully.
Lula walks down the stairs that night and tension ripples in the air.
Our parents might not realize there is something going on between us, but they aren’t entirely comfortable with us going out together, either. Maybe they sense the truth. Maybe they could feel my arousal all the way downstairs throughout the day. Sleep never hit me. Every time Lula’s bed springs creaked on the other side of the bathroom. Every time she murmured into her phone or laughed or breathed, I had to restrain myself from charging into her room, pinning her down, getting the release only she can provide.
Not too much longer and I’ll be alone with her again. Finally.
Next time I’m inside of her, I’ll have her promise. She’ll be confident in my intentions.
I’m dressed for a date in black jeans, boots and a button-down shirt, which throws our parents even more. But they’re extra thrown when Lula descends the stairs in a plaid skirt, a low-cut black shirt tucked into it. Knee high black socks.
I’m erect in seconds.
My fierce sudden arousal makes it necessary for me to turn from the room and adjust myself, back teeth grinding. Next time Lula tries to imply she’s not sexy, I’m going to throw her over my knee and paddle that delicious ass, so help me God.
“You look…” Fuckable. Hot. Like a little girl who’s horny for a second round of dick from her stepbrother. “You look very nice, Lula.”
“Thank you,” she says, turning pink beneath her camping tan.
“Where are you going?” Vanessa inquires, her smile slightly brittle. “When will you be back? Lula is only eighteen, you know. She might legally be an adult, but she still has a curfew.”
Lula giggles, but sobers when she realizes her mother is serious. “I do? Since when?”
“Since now.” My stepmother waves a hand, as if conjuring an appropriate time. “Midnight sounds good. Please be home by midnight.”
“She’ll be with a goddamn SEAL, Vanessa,” my father says with forced casualness. “No safer place to be, right?”
Is there a warning in his eyes?
It’s hard to tell. I might be projecting because my feelings for Lula are so wild and untamed and possessive, it seems unrealistic that I’m keeping them hidden. I’d like to tell Vanessa that I’ll keep my future wife out as long as I damn well please, but that could cause a scene, and right now? I just want to get Lula out the door.
Without a word, I gesture for my stepsister to precede me out of the house and down the front walkway. I watch wolfishly as her ass bounces in that schoolgirl-style pleated skirt. If no one was watching us right now, I’d wrap her hair in a fist and push her face down over my car, flipping up the rear of the skirt to inspect her panties. But we’re definitely being watched. A glance over my shoulder confirms our parents are eyeballing us from the porch.
“This is your car?” She clasps both hands under her chin. “I love the color.”
Pride moves in my belly. “Good. That’s what I was hoping for.”
I open the passenger side door for Lula, watching her thighs settle on the seat. Inhaling the scent of her. Itching to run my hands everywhere. Up her thighs to that round, generous ass. Down her tits to her soft belly. I’m not going to make it very long before the need to be inside of my stepsister—fucking her—overwhelms me.
Trying to even my breathing, I cross in front of the car and enter the driver’s side, firing up the engine before I’m fully seated. Before I pull away from the curb, my possessiveness gets the better of me and I reach over, sliding my right hand between her thighs and cupping her lush little cunt, waving at our parents with my left hand. “They don’t tell me when to bring you home. I decide that, don’t I, princess?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her head falling back against the seat. “You decide.”
I hook a finger in the thin strap of her panties and rub her clit with the pad of my middle digit, slowly, once, twice, eliciting a gasp. “Wave at our parents.”
She raises a hand and I press down on the gas, pulling into traffic.
I continue to stroke the little bud at the apex of her sex, making her hips writhe, until we reach a stoplight. Then I draw up the plaid material, adjusting the pretty blue material back into place over her pussy, giving it a final squeeze. “Going to bring this home dripping.”
A rush of sound leaves her. “Where are you taking me? A…hotel?”
Pulling through the intersection, I glance over at her in surprise. “If all I wanted from you was sex, Lula, I’d have been in your bedroom all afternoon.”
“I was kind of hoping…”—she fidgets with the hem of her skirt—“…you would visit.”
I cock an eyebrow over her obvious nerves. “Why is it so hard for you to admit that?”
She searches for the right words. “I don’t have a lot of experience flirting. I’ve always had this nightmare about guys…rejecting my interest, I guess?”
I’m torn between shock and jealousy over the fact that she’s ever wanted to flirt with another male in the first place. “You must have grown up with a lot of idiots.”
“Yeah…” She bites her lips and smiles a little. “Yeah, I think maybe you’re right.”
That’s when I notice there’s something different about Lula. I noticed it when she came down the stairs but was too horny to put my finger on the change. Now I know. It’s confidence. She’s wearing a short skirt, her eyes are bright, her smile coming easier. Those tanned shoulders are thrown back. Is it possible I broke through to her yesterday beneath the waterfall? Did her friends’ encouragement help?
Is she starting to realize what a fucking catch she is?
God, I hope so.
With hope rising in my chest, I reach over and hold her hand, guiding us on to the highway. “If I remember correctly, there’s a bar about half an hour up the coast. Live music.” I bring her hand to my mouth, rubbing my lips over her knuckles. “I don’t care who sees us together, but I figured you might want some privacy for now. There shouldn’t be anyone who knows us there. Knows…how we’re related.”
Lula nods. “For now, I think that’s best.” Her nose wrinkles. “But won’t people know who you are, no matter where we go?”
I jerk my head toward the console where I left a black baseball cap earlier. “Brought a hat. Plus, it’s nice and dark inside this place. And that’s a damn good thing, princess…” My gaze roams over her lavish set of tits, the blood in my body rushing south to my groin. “Because there isn’t a hope in hell of keeping my hands off you.”
Chapter Eight
Lula
Vale brings me to a bar called The Coyote.
I don’t have a fake ID, but the bouncer takes one look at Vale and doesn’t question him leading me inside. He was right about it being dark in here. Comfortably so. There are flickering hurricane candleholders on every table, lit in a pale yellow glow. A cover band plays at the back of the expansive space, the sound of a harmonica pleasing to the ear. On the left, there is a scattering of tables occupied by couples and groups of friends. To the right is a long bar and that’s where Vale brings me, all the way to the corner where he positions me against the wall, blocking me in with his big body.