Fingered by My Stepbrother Pt. 03

After lying to Mom that I'd been sick from being in the car too long and then insisting that I was fine to make the rest of the trip. Mom took me out to the car to grab fresh clothes and makeup wipes.

"Pen, we can turn around right now. It's not a big deal. I don't want you getting sick again," Mom argued. Again. She wiped under my eyes with a cool wipe.

"Seriously, I feel better after food," I grumbled for the thousandth time. "Can we drop it? We've made it more than halfway, there's no point in turning around."

"If you're sure," she said as she wiped away a dried mixture of my drool and her stepson's come from my chin.

She worried too much about me. She'd wrap me in bubble wrap and keep me locked in my room forever if she could.

I snatched the wipe from her hand and gathered my clothes.

"Give me two minutes and I'll be ready to go. I'm fine. I promise," I huffed.

The breeze that blew my chestnut brown hair in my face was cooler than when we first got here, still warm but chilly enough for the sweat pants I had bundled in my arms as I power walked to the bathrooms.

I refused to let myself think about what I did the last time I was in here and dressed swiftly.

Checking myself in the scratched up mirror, I noted Mom had gotten all of the gunk and makeup off my face so the dusting of my freckles over my nose were out now and my eyes looked bare with only my natural dark lashes framing my grey eyes. I looked boring. Normally, I would never leave the house without eyeliner and mascara, sometimes a little foundation to cover blemishes and freckles but I couldn't have cared less in that moment that my face was bare. I liked to enhance my natural features and felt more myself when I did. Although, I didn't think makeup could save me now. I was so far removed from the girl I was before we'd left home. I'd had my first sexual experiences with my stepbrother. That would have been enough for anyone to feel alien.

Steeling myself for... anything-something, I unlocked the door and opened it. No one stood on the other side of it this time.

A mixture of relief and disappointment washed over me. Did I seriously want Nate to be standing on the other side of the door again? And do what? Push me inside again and make me do deplorable things to him or him to me?

I was sure I didn't. At least that was what I told myself and would continue to tell myself. One of us needed to be sane and draw the line in the sand.

I shook my head at myself and wandered over to the car with my dirty clothes. There was no saving my shorts, I should have just tossed them in the bathroom trash can. Instead, I shoved them deep into my duffle bag and prayed they didn't stink up the rest of my clothes.

"Ready to hit the road again, Honey?" Ryan asked, shutting the trunk. "Feeling up to it?"

"Not you too," I whined. "I swear I'm feeling perfectly fine now."

"Okay. Just let me know if you feel queasy again, I'll pull over."

I nodded. "Thanks, Ryan."

He gave me a smile and then rubbed his neck awkwardly. "You know, if you wanted to, you could call me Dad like Nate does. I feel like your dad so it wouldn't be weird or anything."

My heart squeezed and I felt like I actually might throw up for the first time tonight. "I... uh... I'll think about it." I tried to give him a smile but it probably looked like I was constipated so I ran away. Well, not really, I got in the car, buckled myself in and pulled my phone out. But I wanted to run away and bury my head in the sand.

How could he have said that he felt like my dad only thirty minutes after I'd had his son's cock in my mouth?! The universe was trying to play some cruel joke on me.

Mom and Nate were already in the car. I was determined to ignore the hell out of Nate for the rest of the drive, how ever long it was.

Ryan got into the car and started it, the air conditioning already pumping it's frozen air around the space.

"Hey, Mom," I said leaning as far forward as my belt would let me. "Can you turn the air conditioning down?"

"Is the cold making you feel sick, Pen?"

"Uh, yeah," I lied.

Nate quietly sniggered behind me. All throughout dinner, he'd had a knowing smirk on his face while I argued till I was blue in the face that I wasn't that sick. He loved that I had been suffering. I couldn't be totally annoyed at him though because he'd somehow guessed my favourite meal.

Did him unknowingly buying me my favourite dinner earn him brownie points? I hadn't decided.

Mercifully, Mom turned the air conditioning off completely. It wasn't so hot that it was needed now anyway.

For the last two hours of our road trip, I easily ignored Nate's presence by switching between social media, my kindle app and a few game apps.

By the time we pulled up to the dark motel that had 'no vacancy' flashing on its sign, I was thankful that Nate had kept his hands to himself. I was feeling tired and grumpy and I was in desperate need of a shower.

"Babe, it says no vacancies here. Are you sure this is the right place?" Mom asked Ryan as we parked.

"It's the right place. I made a booking, remember?"

One of the selling points Mom had when she pitched the whole road trip idea to me was having my own room with an ensuite. And right now, I was more than excited to be alone and clean.

"Alright, kids. You guys start getting your things from the trunk and we'll grab the keys," Ryan said with a grunt as he got of the car.

I shook out my legs and rubbed my numb butt cheek as I rounded the car. Nate opened the trunk and grabbed both our bags. I held my hand for mine, not making eye contact.

He handed it over without a word.

He was giving me the cold shoulder? That was fine by me.

"Bad news, kids," Ryan said as our parents got back to the car. "Only two rooms."

"What?" I said with my mouth agape.

"Yeah, but one of them has two beds, you guys will be fine to share, right?" Mom asked somewhat nervously. She was more than aware that having my own space was a requirement.

"You didn't book three rooms?" I asked Ryan accusingly.

"I did."

"Then what gives?"

"I don't know. They couldn't tell me why they only had two rooms down on our booking. Penny, I'm sorry, I really did book three rooms."

"Whatever, it's fine. Me and Mom can share then."

"Pen," Mom said, putting an arm around Ryan's waist. "I want to spend some time with Ryan. You know it's a sort of honeymoon for us seeing as we didn't get one and I'm sure Nate doesn't mind sharing with you, do you, Nate?"

"I don't mind," Nate rumbled, sounding more put out than me.

"Fine." I grit my teeth.

Ryan led us over to the rooms. "23 and 24 are us," he said, sliding the key into the first room. He opened the door and looked in.

"Ah, Queen bed. This is me and Laura," he said putting an arm around Mom and kissing her head. Her hand on his stomach. They looked all loved up.

Ryan dropped the other key in Nate's hand. "Night, kids."

He really needed to stop calling us that.

Once we'd said our goodnights, Nate and I went to our room. I shoved past him when he unlocked the door and gasped.

Nate closed the door and stopped next to me.

"No fucking way," I groaned. "Whoever runs this motel needs to be fired."

I tossed my bag on the only bed in the room and crossed my arms. "You can sleep on the floor."

Nate huffed and put his bag next to mine.

"What're you doing?" I was seconds away from stomping my foot like a toddler.

He didn't say anything, just looked around the small room. It wasn't much, but it seemed clean. No minibar and out of date generic artwork lined the walls. There was a desk with a landline phone on it and a box of tissues. No TV. On the other side of the room there was another door which I hoped had a bathroom on the other side of it.

"We're not sleeping in the same bed," I said, pointing out what I felt was obvious.

He ignored me. I grit my teeth in annoyance.

"I'm showering," I said rolling my eyes and picked up my bag. No way I was digging through it in front of him. Not with my ruined shorts hidden in it.

The only saving grace of this motel so far was that there was a lock on the bathroom door. The hot water eased some of the tension in my muscles and only made me tireder. My eyelids felt heavy as I dried my body off and slipped on a t-shirt and pyjama shorts. I loosened my hair out of its clip. I couldn't be assed washing it, so I'd put it up to shower.

I was ready for sleep but when I walked out of the bathroom, I found Nate laying in bed on his phone. Shirtless.

"You're supposed to be on the floor." I dropped my bag in front of the bed.

He didn't look up from his phone. He was acting like a damn child! I wanted point out that I'd pleasured him mere hours ago. That surely that would warrant me some sort of respect?!

Exhaustion weighed heavily on me and I did not want to spend the rest of the night having a one sided argument, so, with a huff, I rounded the empty side of the bed and slid between the sheets facing away from Nate, as close to the edge of the mattress as I could.

"Can you turn your lamp off please?" I grunted.

I felt the bed move slightly as he lent to turn it off. With a click the room was doused in almost complete darkness. I was farthest from the window and front door but the wall in front of me had one stripe of dim blue-ish light down it. I stared at it. The tiredness I'd felt whilst showering was nowhere to be found.

The room lit up with a dull white light behind me. Nate's phone. If I couldn't sleep in almost darkness I wasn't going to be able to now. I ground my teeth and flipped onto my back.

"Turn your phone off." I didn't look at him.

I heard the soft click of his phone and the room was once again dark. But I was too annoyed to close my eyes and sleep. Annoyed that we had to share a room and share a bed. Annoyed that he wasn't talking to me.

"Why aren't you talking to me?" I said begrudgingly.

"I know you're not asleep," I grumbled when he didn't reply.

"Seriously?! Are you five?" I sat up and faced him. I could barely see him but I could tell he was looking at me.

"Say something!" I knew I was being too loud but I was too itchy with anger and annoyance to care.

I wanted to punch him. Or choke him. Or slap him. Something to get a reaction from him. His stonewalling was driving me crazy. His silence made me feel like he really had just used me for his pleasure. I felt dirty and not the good kind of dirty I'd felt when he had his hand down my pants or when his cock was in my mouth. It felt good when his attention was on me and now it wasn't and I was filled with a gritty, dirty dread.

"Nate?" I whispered and tucked my knees under myself, leaning a little closer.

"Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong? Is that why you're not talking to me?" I felt stupid for asking but I needed to know. Was it a me thing? Or was it him being an asshole thing? All I knew is that I didn't want to feel this... icky feeling anymore.

"Is it because I don't want to keep doing whatever that was earlier with you while we're on vacation?" I sighed. "You know we can't. We're supposed to be brother and sister, Nate. I'm supposed to annoy you, hog the TV remote, tell you to pick up your socks you leave around and you're supposed to be protective of me, poke fun at me and steal my favorite snacks. We're not supposed to touch like we did or even think about each other like that. I definitely shouldn't know how big your dick is or what your come tastes like."

"And I shouldn't know how your cunt feels clenching around my finger, right? Or how the orgasm I gave you tastes, right?" Nate said teasingly. I held my breath, hearing him talk to me for the first time in hours, my shoulders relaxed and that dirty feeling subsided. "It's too late now, Penny. I won't be forgetting those things for a long long time."

"That doesn't mean we should continue," I stated lowly.

"Lie down," Nate commanded gently.

"Nate. No, I'm not doing anymore... touching stuff with you." My fists were clenched on my thighs.

"I didn't say that, did I? Lie down. Dad's going to knock on our door at the ass crack of dawn, you need to get some sleep."

"Me? Not you? You can't boss me around."

"Isn't that what big brothers do?"

"Well... yes... but-"

"Then lie down."

I grumbled under my breath and flopped down on the bed, pulling the blankets up under my armpits.

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" I blurted out.

"Didn't bring pyjamas. Didn't know my little sister was going to be in my bed." His words lilted with a smile.

"You could've-wait. Are you naked?"

"Why don't you check for yourself?"

I pulled the blanket up and looked down but it was far too dark for me to make anything out.

Brazenly, and without a sane thought in my mind, I put my hand on his bare flank. His muscles contracted at my touch and I dragged my hand down his side expecting there to be bare skin as I made it to his hip, instead I hit the waistband of his boxers. I yanked my hand away. "You're an asshole."

He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his broad chest.

I scoffed and rolled over to my side, curling up and fluffing up my pillow, a small smile on my face.

My eyes drifted closed, the tiredness from earlier coming back in full force. As the edge of sleep sucked me in, a warm body pressed against my back and a heavy arm laid over my waist under the blankets. Nate's body lined mine, and my ass tucked up against his crotch as he settled in. He mustn't have been satisfied with the shirt I was wearing and shifted it up so his arm was on my skin. His hand smoothed over my stomach and up to one of my tits. Just holding it. I was too close to sleep to tell him to buzz off and if I was being real with myself, I was comfortable being held by him.

~

A moan drew me from the depths of my sleep. As I rose through the layers of consciousness, I noticed a tingling heat in my lower belly, like the beginnings of an orgasm. Rolling in, ebbing and flowing like the tide. It was like one of those wet dream orgasms that built and built without anything needing to be touched. Except, I was being touched. And licked. And sucked.

I opened my eyes to a bright room and my stepbrother between my legs. His tongue laving at my sensitive button. His muscular arms were looped around the tops of my thighs, his veiny hands clasped tightly. He hadn't noticed I was watching him yet, he was too engrossed in eating me. He licked every inch of my sex. Sucking in my lips and easing them out just to move back to my clit, giving it his complete attention. My moans grew louder as my toes curled, I was seconds away from coming all over Nate's face.

It only took two well placed flicks with the tip of his tongue to send me crashing into orgasm heaven. My back bowed as I silently rode it out. I was only vaguely aware of Nate groaning as he was still slurping at me, collecting my juices, drinking me down.

"Oh my god..." I breathed as his mouth finally left my over sensitive pussy.

"Good morning, little sister," Nate said from in between my legs. He still had a hold on my thighs as he smiled up at me, like he was the cat that caught the canary. His dark brown hair was still mussed from sleeping and his mouth was wet from me. The sight was so insanely hot my pussy gave one last shudder.

I draped my arm over my eyes.

He'd gone down on me in my sleep.

I should be furious.

He gave a light kiss to my mound and let me go. I felt him shifting around the bed and laying next to me.

"You know, starting the day with your cunt on my mouth might just turn me into a morning person."

I groaned. "You shouldn't have done that."

"You didn't like it?"

I pulled my arm up briefly and gave him a 'what do you think' look before I dropped it back down over my eyes. My legs felt like jelly and my bottom half was still completely exposed but I had no motivation to fix myself just yet. I was still basking in the orgasm haze.

Chuckling Charles gave a chuckle as I felt him roll to face me. Unceremoniously, I tugged my arm off my face and turned my head to glare at him.

"You can't butter me up with an orgasm. I'm not agreeing to letting you use me for the next three days."

"That wasn't for you, Penny. That was for me," he said with a boy-ish half smile.

"What'd you mean for you? You didn't come, I did," I replied with a small laugh.

"Yeah, I did."

"What?" I lifted my head and looked down at the foot of the bed. Sure enough, on the white motel sheets was a wet spot. My stepbrother came while eating me out. Why was that so hot?

Meeting his eyes again, I rolled over, our legs grazing each other and our faces only inches apart. We laid in silence, staring at each other for a few minutes in the orange light of the morning. It felt early. I was rested but still a little tired. The room was warm but not unbearably hot like I imagined it would get as the sun heated it.

"What time is it?" I whispered.

"The sun only just came up, so it's early."

I nodded. "We can't do that again, okay? You have to keep your mouth to yourself."

"You liked it though. And you have the next three mornings to have it again and again and again-" I slapped my hand over his mouth to shut him up because my traitorous pussy wanted me to straddled his face and ride it till I exploded all over him.

"It doesn't matter, Nate. We're not doing it because it could destroy our family. My mom is too important to me and I like Ryan." I took my hand off his mouth.

"I could just hold you down. Take what I want," he threatened.

My heart thrummed at the idea of it. Images flitted through my mind of being held down by him, being forced to take his cock, him taking my v-card against my will. I shuddered, shifting my legs.

"Ah, maybe I should do that? Take what I want. Use your tight little holes how ever I want," he said with a smirk.

I shook my head no despite the growing wetness between my legs.

"Aww." His tone mocking. "You think you get a say? We're sharing a room, little sister. You can't hide. We're in a small lake town, I'll easily be able to find you and drag you to a quiet spot and fill you up. I bet I could find ropes to tie you down with, really take my time with you and you wouldn't be able to move an inch. I'd fill you over and over again, you'd be a dripping exhausted mess by the time I was done with you." His pupils grew. "You know the best part?"

I shook my head, my cheeks heated.

"I'd do again the next day too. I'd do it everyday till we left for home."

"No, Nate." My protest was wispy and weak. The prospect of Nate doing whatever he wanted to me was so thrilling. I wanted to throw caution to the wind and say fuck it all, let him do it. It was only three days and really he'd be doing me a favor, I'd get the experience I wanted without having to hunt down some guy here at the lake. It was convenient - we were sleeping in the same bed for Christ's sake. He could take my virginity right here right now. There'd be no more worrying over it and I'd finally feel ready for college. That and I was insanely attracted to Nate, the only thing holding me back was the whole ruining our family thing. But that was also spurring me on, the forbidden-ness of it was tempting. Sneaking around, keeping it a secret like it was a game.

A 'yes' was on the tip of my tongue, my mouth parted, I was ready to say it. I was ready to know what my stepbrother's dick would feel like inside of my pussy. Would it feel weighty like it did in my mouth? Would I be able to feel his ridges and veins? Would I come around him? What would that feel like? Squeezing his cock as I rode out an orgasm like this mornings one?

A loud pounding on the door broke my musings and whatever spell had been cast over us. The arousal fog dissipated faster than steam clearing out of a bathroom.

"Time to get up, kids! Busy day ahead!" Ryan hollered from the other side of the door. He knocked again and I shot up. Hauling ass out of the bed.

"Coming!" I yelled back.

Nate was still on the bed, on his back now with his arms behind his head. He was in his boxers, the wet patch clinging to his thigh and he was sporting a decent sized bulge. He looked like he was about to start laughing.

"Quit it," I hissed quietly. "Get up. Be normal and don't do anything stupid today."

I didn't bother trying to find the shorts Nate had taken off me in my sleep and scooped up my bag. In the safety of the locked bathroom, I blew out a heavy breath and readied myself for the day.

When I came out, Nate was ready too in board shorts and a graphic tee he'd cut the sleeves off, showing off his muscular arms. There was a pair of sunnies on his head and he was staring at his phone. He looked like any teenage girl's wet dream. I reminded myself and my desperate pussy that it was wrong to sleep with the man who was technically family and rushed out of the room to meet up with our parents. A thought popped in my head. Maybe Nate also needed a reminder that we were family.

Mom and Ryan were standing outside their door decked out in summer wear and beach bags. Ryan even had an sun umbrella tucked under his arm.

I heard Nate's flip flops come up behind me as I reached our parents.

"Morning, guys. You sleep okay?" Ryan asked.

Nate's arm brushed my shoulder as he stopped next to me.

"I slept good, Dad," I said cheerfully.

Ryan's eyes lit up and Mom gave me mushy smile and touched his arm.

"That's good," Ryan croaked.

Nate stiffened beside me. Calling Ryan Dad might have been the exact thing I needed to get Nate to back off. I internally patted myself on the back. Today was going to be a good day.