Four: Fire

Lisa's pov

I felt my body betray me completely in that empty hallway the second Erin's lips crashed against mine. His mouth was hot and demanding, his tongue thrusting deep like he owned every part of me, and my pussy flooded with wetness so fast I gasped into the kiss.

His big hands gripped my waist hard, pulling me flush against the thick bulge of his cock straining through his pants, and I ground against it without thinking, my clit throbbing for more friction.

"Fuck, Lisa," he growled against my lips, "you taste even better than I remembered. Still so desperate for my cock, aren't you?"

I shoved at his chest but my fingers curled into his shirt instead, holding him closer. "We cannot do this. You are married to my mother now. This is wrong."

He laughed dark and low, his hand sliding up to cup my breast through my blouse, thumb rubbing my hard nipple until I moaned.

"Wrong feels so good though, baby. Feel how wet you are already? This pussy knows who it belongs to." His other hand dipped between my legs, fingers pressing against my soaked panties, and I bucked into his touch before I could stop myself.

"Stop," I whispered, but my hips rolled against his fingers anyway. "Someone could walk in any second."

"Let them," he said, biting my lower lip hard enough to sting. "Let your mother see how I make her daughter come undone." His fingers circled my clit faster, and stars burst behind my eyes as heat built low in my belly.

I heard footsteps down the hall and pushed him away for real this time, my chest heaving. "Get out. Now."

He stepped back with a smirk, adjusting his obvious erection. "This is not over, little lawyer. Not even close." He turned and walked away, leaving me slumped against the wall with my skirt rumpled and my panties ruined.

I straightened my clothes with shaking hands and whispered to myself, "What the hell did you just do?" My body still hummed from his touch, nipples aching and pussy clenching around nothing.

I had to get control. He could not break me again.

That afternoon dragged on with wedding talk in the living room. My mother flipped through flower catalogs and asked, "Lisa, what about roses? Red ones for passion?"

I forced a smile. "Sure, Mom. Whatever you want."

Erin sat next to her on the couch, his arm around her shoulders. Every few minutes he leaned in and kissed her neck, murmuring, "You look beautiful today, Julie." But his gray eyes stayed on me, daring me to react.

My sister noticed and went on dreamy again, "You two are so cute. Erin, how did you get Mom to say yes so fast?"

He grinned. "I just showed her what real passion feels like." His hand squeezed my mother's thigh, and I felt a stab of jealousy twist with the heat pooling between my legs again.

My brother laughed. "Man, you are smooth. Lisa, you okay? You look tense."

"I am fine," I snapped. "Just tired from all this planning."

My mother patted my hand. "Take a break if you need, sweetheart. Erin and I can handle it."

He looked right at me. "Yeah, Lisa. Relax. We have got this."

I stood up fast. "I'll be outside, I need some air."

Outside on the porch, I pulled out my phone and texted Megan: Emergency. Call me now.

My phone rang seconds later. "What is up?" she asked. "You sound freaked."

I paced the porch. "Erin kissed me. In the hallway. And I kissed him back. Megan, what do I do? He is my stepfather now."

She sucked in a breath. "Holy shit. Okay, first, breathe. You cannot let him win. Use this. Make him suffer. Stay for the wedding like your mom wants, but play his game better. Find someone to make him jealous. Show him you are over him."

I nodded even though she could not see. "Bruce. He has been texting me. He likes me."

"Perfect," she said. "Invite him over. Let Erin see you with another man. Drive him crazy."

"You are right. Thanks, Meg."

"Call me later. Stay strong."

I hung up and texted Bruce: Hey, want to come over? Mom is planning her wedding and I could use some company.

He replied right away: On my way. Cannot wait to see you.

Back inside, I sat down again. Erin raised an eyebrow. "Everything okay?"

"Fine," I said. "A friend is coming over."

My mother smiled. "Oh, good. Is it Megan?"

"No. Bruce Andrew. From work."

Erin's jaw tightened just a little, but he said nothing.

Bruce arrived twenty minutes later with chocolates and a smile. "Lisa, you look great." He hugged me, his hand lingering on my lower back.

"Thanks," I said loud enough for everyone to hear. "Come sit with me."

We settled on the couch across from Erin and my mother. Bruce put his arm around my shoulders. "So, tell me about this wedding. Sounds exciting."

My mother beamed. "It is. Erin is the best thing that ever happened to me."

Erin stared at Bruce's arm. "And you two are... friends?"

Bruce nodded. "More than that, I hope. Lisa is amazing."

I leaned into him and laughed. "Stop, you are making me blush."

My sister whispered, "He is cute, Lisa. Good catch."

Erin stood up suddenly. "Julie, let's get some coffee." But his eyes burned into mine as they left the room.

Bruce turned to me when we were alone. "You okay? You seem distracted."

I forced a smile. "Just family stuff. Kiss me."

He looked surprised but leaned in, his lips soft on mine. It felt nice but nothing like Erin's fire. Still, when I heard footsteps, I deepened the kiss, moaning softly for effect.

Erin walked back in with coffee and froze. "What the hell is this?"

Bruce pulled back. "Sorry, man. Did not know you were there."

Erin set the cups down hard. "Lisa, a word. Now."

My mother followed him in. "Erin, what is wrong?"

"Nothing," he said through gritted teeth. "Just need to talk to your daughter about something."

I stood up. "Sure. Excuse me, Bruce."

In the hallway, Erin backed me against the wall again, his body close but not touching. "What game are you playing, little lawyer?"

I lifted my chin. "No game. Bruce likes me. Unlike you, he sticks around."

His hand fisted at his side. "You let him touch you like that? In front of me?"

"Why not? You kiss my mother in front of me all the time."

He leaned in, breath hot on my neck. "Because that pussy gets wet for me, not him. I can smell how turned on you are right now."

I shivered. "You are wrong."

"Am I?" His fingers brushed my thigh under my skirt, finding my soaked panties. "Liar. This is all for me."

I slapped his hand away. "Touch me again and I will tell Mom everything."

He smirked. "Go ahead. But we both know you want my cock buried deep inside you, making you scream like before."

Bruce called from the living room. "Lisa? Everything okay?"

Erin stepped back. "This is not over."

I walked away on shaky legs, but the thrill of his jealousy made my pussy ache even more. Over the next few days, Bruce came over every afternoon. We kissed in the foyer, his hands sliding under my skirt while Erin watched from the stairs, his face dark with rage.

One evening, after Bruce left with a promise to call, Erin cornered me in the kitchen. "You think this makes me jealous? Watching that loser paw at you?"

I crossed my arms. "Looks like it does."

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me close. "It makes me want to bend you over this counter and fuck you until you forget his name."

My breath caught. "You would not."

"Try me." His free hand cupped my ass, squeezing hard. "This body is mine. Always has been."

I yanked away. "Not anymore."

But that night in bed, I touched myself thinking of his words, coming hard with his name on my lips.

The next weekend, I moved back to my apartment but came to the mansion every day "to help Mom." When it was really to see Erin. To feel that forbidden pull. Bruce kept visiting, kissing me deeper each time, but I felt nothing. It was all for Erin's reaction.

One afternoon, Bruce pressed me against the wall in the entryway, his tongue in my mouth, hand between my legs. "You feel so good, Lisa," he whispered.

Erin appeared at the top of the stairs, fists clenched. "Enough."

Bruce jumped back. "Whoa, sorry. Did not see you there."

Erin stormed down. "Lisa, we need to talk. Alone."

My mother called from the other room. "Everything all right?"

"Fine," Erin said. "Just family business."

In the study, he slammed the door and pinned me against it. "You let him finger you? Right where I can see?"

I smirked. "Jealous?"

His hand shot between my legs, fingers thrusting into my wet pussy. "This is mine. Say it."

I moaned. "Erin..."

He pumped harder. "Say it, or I stop."

"Yours," I gasped. "It is yours."

He pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean. "Good girl. Now get rid of him."

I nodded, dazed, and sent Bruce home with an excuse. But the fire between Erin and me only burned hotter.

That night, after everyone went to bed, I heard a knock on my door. Erin slipped inside, his cock already hard in his pants. "Could not stay away."

"We cannot," I said, but I pulled him to the bed anyway.

He pushed me down and hiked up my nightgown. "We can. And we will." His mouth found my pussy, tongue lapping at my clit until I writhed.

"Oh god, Erin, yes."

He looked up. "Tell me you want my cock."

"I want it. Please."

He climbed over me, rubbing his thick head against my entrance. "Beg for it, stepdaughter."

"Please, Daddy, fuck me."

He thrust deep, filling me completely, and we both groaned, "Still so tight. So fucking perfect and still mine."

He fucked me hard, his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams, "Come for me. Show me who owns this pussy."

I came apart, clenching around him as he spilled inside me. "Mine," he growled.

We lay tangled after, but guilt hit me hard. "This has to stop."

He kissed my neck. "It will not."

The next day, Bruce came over again. I let him kiss me in the living room, but my eyes found Erin watching from the doorway, his jealousy like a living thing.

Bruce whispered, "I think I am falling for you, Lisa."

Erin snapped. He strode in and grabbed Bruce by the collar. "Get your hands off her."

Bruce stumbled back. "What the fuck, man?"

My mother rushed in. "Erin! What are you doing?"

Erin let go but his voice came out low and deadly. "Touch her again, Andrew, and I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your life because that pussy is still mine.”