Kelly Lord
HELEN
Iâd been working late in the art building all night, but it was time to call it quits. Tomorrow I had a long day of classes, and there was nothing I needed now more than my sleep mask and fuzzy PJs.
I packed up my art supplies and slumped out of the classroom. My zombie-like steps echoed down the hallway. The place was deserted.
âHey, Helen.â
I turned to see Chris walking toward me.
What the hell is he doing down here? Heâs an Econ major.
I checked my reflection in a framed Mapplethorpe print on the wall.
Phew!
My makeup was on fleek, my blouse camouflaged my curves, and my ass looked perfect in the jeans I was wearing.
Chris walked up to me, a goofy grin on his face.
Whatâs he smiling about?
âIâm glad I caught you. Iâm having a problem with my computer. Can you come to the lab for a sec?â
âOhâŠuhâŠâ
He gave me his most radiant smile. I practically needed sunglasses.
My exhaustion disappeared like magic.
âSure. For a sec.â
Chris took my hand and led me down the hall to the computer lab. Like the rest of the building, it was completely empty.
âWhat do you need?â
He shut the door behind us and turned off the overhead lights. The blue-green screensavers on the monitors made the room look like an aquarium.
âI need you, Helen.â
I gasped. âMe?â
With one hand, Chris swept off one of the long tables. At least a grandâs worth of technology went crashing to the linoleum. As the devices sparked and fizzled, my hand flew to my mouth.
Holy fuck, that was hot!
Chris was already stripping off his shirt, the body heâd earned on the squash court was on full display. His jacked arms, flat abs, muscular thighs, and toned legs.
He kicked off his boxer shorts, his huge dick already at its fullest attention.
âWell?â my Adonis asked in a low, guttural voice. âWhat the hell are we waiting for?â
I looked down. Somehow, my clothes were already gone!
I stepped over the broken computers and stretched out on the table. Chris pounced.
I felt his cocktip pulsing at my pussy lips as he sucked and nibbled my hardening nipples. I was already wetter than a damn water park.
âDo it,â I begged. âFuck me, baby.â
I moaned as he thrust into me. His length was unbelievable. Iâd never been with a guy who could make me come with his cock alone, but I had a good feeling Chris would be my first.
His steady rhythm built up faster and faster. My pussy clenched harder around himâŠ
On the brink of an orgasm, I looked up into his beautiful gray eyesâŠ
Wait a minute. Gray?!
But Chris had green eyesâŠ
I gaped at the grin between those high cheekbones. The dark, scruffy hair. The calloused hands gripping the table on either side of me.
Chris wasnât fucking meâŠ
It was Sam!
âMotherfuck!â I cursed as I opened my eyes. I was back in the guest room at Jackâs house.
And my masturbation sesh was effectively ruined.
I shut off my Vibra-Tron as I withdrew it from between my legs. I was still wet as hell.
Too wet, considering my creepy stepbrother had crashed my little fantasy.
I sighed. Why the fuck didnât this place have Wi-Fi? Jack clearly had the money for it.
This never wouldâve happened if Iâd had porn.
How did they live like this?
Maybe that was why Sam kept giving me looksâŠ
I turned over in bed, hoping to sleep off my dissatisfaction. But it was too damn quiet. I needed some street noises to relax me; it was like a fucking tomb out here.
At least the night hadnât been a total bust.
After that weird encounter in the driveway, the guys had come back to the porch for a few more drinks. Weâd spent half the night listening to their crazy drinking stories, and to Momâs horror, I'd shared plenty too.
Jack had started up the firepit, so the bugs werenât so bad, and the night sky was full of stars like Iâd never seen.
Iâd tried to sit as far from Sam as possible, but heâd kept watching me through the flames. The guy had it bad. Couldnât he take a fucking hint?
Iâm not banging my stepbrother, dude!
Hell would have to freeze over three times before I even thought about it.
You already ARE thinking about it, I reminded myself. My panties were still soggy as a fucking mop.
UGH!
Why canât I stop thinking about Sam? Heâs totally sketchy!
I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping the vodka would do its thing.
My brain needed a break.
***
The next morning, I walked downstairs for breakfast. This time, I had the good sense to shower and dress first.
I couldnât risk exposing myself to that horny mountain boy anymore. God knew what seeing more skin would do to him.
As I came into the living room, I saw some luggage packed up near the door. Mom and Jack were cuddled up on a couch drinking coffee.
âWhatâs with the bags?â I asked.
âMorning, sweetie!â Mom said, jumping up from the couch. âI heard you upstairs. I made your coffee.â
Thank the Lord. I slept like shit.
She zipped off into the kitchen. I heard footsteps behind me. Sam was awake too.
Hopefully he was a little more modest this morning as well.
âMorning,â he announced. I turned to see him stretching. He was wearing the same PJ pants as yesterday, this time paired with a thin white tank top that barely contained his muscles.
Well, better than shirtless, I thought, forcing myself to look away.
Although still distractingâŠ
Mom returned with coffee for me and Sam and sat back down on the couch next to Jack.
He took her hand. Their new wedding bands sparkled in the morning sunlight coming in through the windows.
âWe have an announcement,â Jack said.
âYouâre getting married?â I joked, rolling my eyes. Sam snickered.
âNooooooâŠ,â Mom said, shaking her head at me. She squeezed Jackâs hand tighter. âJackâs taking me on a surprise honeymoon!â
âWeâre going to my cabin further up the mountain,â Jack said. âWell, our cabin now. Elena hasnât seen it yet, and I thought weâd do some skiing. The weatherâs gonna be pretty mild.â
âMom, you donât ski!â
âJackâs going to teach me,â she said with a smile. He beamed at her. I nearly vomitedâand not from the hangover.
Man, these two were in love.
I wish I could end up with someone like Jack someday. I hope it might be Chris. Or one of those twin Calvin Klein models Emma and I are going to marryâŠ
âWeâll just be gone a few nights,â Jack said. âThen weâll have a little family camping trip when we get back.â
Wait, what?!
Did that mean they expected me to hang out here for the next few days? Alone? With Sam?
No fucking way. Not happening.
The guy was practically a predator with our parents around. I didnât want to see how heâd behave without adult supervision.
âYou two have already been hitting it off. This is a great chance for you to get to know each other without us old folks killing the buzz,â Mom said.
Sam smirked at me. âSounds great. Doesnât it, sis?â
Now I really felt something coming up my throat.
âMom,â I said quietly, avoiding Samâs eyes. âCould we chat for a second?â
***
I took a sip of coffee. Mom and I were on the porch. She busied herself cleaning up the remaining bottles and glasses from the night before.
âMom, I thought I came up here for us to spend time together.â
âWe have spent time together, sweetie,â Mom said. âI feel like weâve talked more in the past couple nights than the past few years. Youâre always so busy at college. Or distracted by your phone. Itâs peaceful up here, right?â
âItâsâŠsomethingâŠâ My voice trailed off as I swatted a fly. âLook, Iâll be straight with youâI donât want to be alone with Sam. I get sort of a weird vibe from him.â
âSam? Really?â Mom sounded genuinely confused. âHelen, heâs a teddy bear, really. I donât know where youâre getting that from.â
âHe just keeps giving me theseâŠeyes.â I shuddered thinking about the intensity of his stare.
âAnd last night, when I was getting my vodka out of the car, I heard all the guys talking about this council or something. Then Sam came up behind me and totally freaked me out. It was like I wasnât supposed to hear what they were saying.â
âSort of like now?â Mom said, motioning inside where the guys were drinking coffee. âSometimes people have private conversations, Helen. Think how many times you and Emma gave me the stink eye when Iâd barge in on you two.â
I sighed. She wasnât getting it. âThis place just feels a little strange to me, thatâs all. I donât really want to stay without you here.â
âBut sweetie, what about the camping trip?â Mom looked at me. I could see in her face that she was disappointed. âI was really hoping to get out in the woods with you and the boys.â
Damn it. I didnât want to make my mom upset.
Sheâd worked her ass off raising me alone these past eight years; I didnât want to seem like some ungrateful bitch of a daughter.
This was a special week for her, and she deserved to get what she wanted.
Even if it did mean I had to spend a few days alone with Sam here in Hicksville, USA.
âI know everything there is to know about Jack and Sam. We donât have any secrets,â Mom assured me. âTheyâre the nicest people Iâve ever met. Everyone up here in Bear Creek is so warm and genuine. Itâs not like the city.â
She gave me a hug. âYou have nothing to be worried about, sweetie.â
I hugged her back.
âOkay, Mom. If you say so.â
***
An hour later, Sam and I stood outside the house as Jack backed the SUV out of the garage and turned it around in the driveway. Jack honked the horn, smiling like a psycho. Mom looked equally deranged.
I hope they have a good time at the cabin, I thought. ~Though why anyone would go further into nowhere is a mystery to me.~
If Jackâs house didnât have Wi-Fi, his ski house probably didnât even have running water.
The thought made me shudder.
âHave fun, kids!â Mom shouted out the window as the car disappeared down the driveway. I was a little misty-eyedâweâd had a lot of fun together these past two days.
âDonât worry, sis,â Sam said, sidling closer to me. âWeâre gonna have a ball together.â
What a creeper!
I didnât answer him, instead turning back for the house.
Thank God my room had a lock.