Between my step brother and his father IV

Chapter 4

Eva's POV 

He grabbed the back of my head and put his dick into my mouth. My lips stretched around him and my throat gagged as he forced himself deeper. He didn't give me time to adjust.

His hips started thrusting hard and fast into my wet mouth which made loud sloppy sounds. “Urghh”, I choked.

My hands holding his thighs as he fucked my face. Tears stung my eyes and saliva dropped down my chin.

Gosh!... I was so fucking wet.

“Ahh fuck, look at you”, he sneered and his hand fisted in my hair pulling me hard against him and I gasped at the delicious sting of it.

I removed my mouth from his dick and used my hand to stroke it, his precum dripping down to his balls. I sucked them clean while stroking his dick fast.

“Mhmm…yeahhh…I wanna cum in your mouth”, Logan pushed his dick back into my mouth.

I looked up at him with watery eyes while I sucked. After a minute he filled my mouth with his salty cum and I gulped it all down. I stood up and made him taste his own cum by kissing him deep.

He lifted me and I found myself on top of the study table. The things I had just carefully arranged fell on the floor. I didn't care even slightly.

He pulled my wet panties out, used two of his fingers to rub my clits in a circular motion.

“Arghh fuck me Logan pleaseeee”, I found myself begging.

He brought out his cock and lined it up with my dripping pussy before diving in.

“Baby, you feel so fucking good”, he groaned thrusting in and out of my pussy. My legs hung on his shoulder and his fingers were pinching my hard nipples.

His cock plunged deeper and deeper making my eyes roll. His two fingers still rubbing my clits and while fucking me fast. “ Oh Logan, I'm gonna cum…”, I moaned as heat coiled my stomach.

“Fuck, cum for me baby”, he groaned loudly, thrusting inside deeper and faster as my walls tighten around his dick.

I came hard, releasing all over his cock. He brought out his dripping cock and kissed my lips slowly and possessively.

Afterward we fell onto the bed tangled and breathless, I was meant to tell him something important.

I fell asleep instead. I woke up to an empty bed.

The space beside me was cold. His shoes were gone, the room was quiet , Infact the whole house was quiet.

I came downstairs and found my mother in the kitchen humming to herself. "Morning. Logan left early for school, Ryan too." She slid a plate toward me. "You sleep okay?"

"Fine," I said.

I ate breakfast and said nothing and tried to understand why he had left without waking me, without a word. 

I found Layla between classes and gave her the short version of what happened.

Her eyes went wide. "Again?"

"Don't."

"Eva he's your…"

"I know what he is Layla."

She pressed her lips together. "Have you seen him today?"

"No." And that was the annoying part.

He was somewhere in this school and he hadn't texted, hadn't looked for me, hadn't done anything that suggested last night had meant anything beyond what it was. "Can we just go to the bathroom, I need to fix my face." I dragged Layla.

We heard a sound before we reached the door.

Layla stopped walking first, I stopped a second later.

Moans coming through the gap in the restroom door at the end of the corridor. 

“Mhmm…yeahh…right there…”.

A girl's voice, high and breathless, and then another. Then a low make voice,“You like that huh”, I recognized it immediately. My hand found the door before my brain signed off on it.

I pushed the door open, Logan was leaning against the far wall with a girl on each side of him, one was sucking his dick and he was finger fucking the other one. He looked relaxed and unbothered. 

He saw me when I turned back, “ oh shit, Eva??”. He tried putting on his clothes to run after me.

Layla called my name behind me but I didn't stop. I ran out of the building and down the street and didn't look back once because if I stopped moving, I was going to feel everything I was currently outrunning and I wasn't ready for that.

I ran home ,the house was quiet when I got home.

My mother was out. Ryan's car was in the driveway which meant he came back home. I dropped my bag at the door and went to the kitchen and stood over the sink running cold water over my wrists trying to cool down.

"You're home early."

I turned around. Ryan was leaning in the kitchen doorway in a white shirt with the top two buttons open,a coffee in hand, watching me with those calm eyes. I saw Logan in him.

"Wasn't feeling well," I said.

"You look flushed." He walked up to me slowly and pressed the back of his hand to my forehead. His cologne was warm and expensive. "No fever."

"I'm fine."

"Sit down Eva." His voice was low. He didn't move back. "Let me take care of you."

"You're stressed," he said simply.

He moved closer and before I could process it his hands were on my waist pulling me gently toward him. "You've been carrying a lot since the move."

"Mr Ryan…"

"Dad," he corrected quietly.” I'm your dad now okay?”.

His arms wrapped around me and he held me against his chest and I stood completely still like a person who had forgotten how their own body worked.

His grip on my waist felt exactly like Logan's hand. And then I started imagining his bedroom, white sheets, his shirt on the floor, those hands moving slower and more deliberately than his son's ever had and…

Eva… Stop it right now.

I blinked.

Ryan's arms were still around me and one hand was moving slowly up my back and I was standing here letting it happen and thinking things about my mother's husband that should have horrified me more than they did.

"You don't have to pretend everything is fine here," he murmured against my hair. "Not with me."

His hand slid to my hip and squeezed lightly and I almost made a sound.

"I'm okay," I said. My voice came out smaller than I wanted.

"Are you?" He pulled back just to look at my face and his eyes dropped to my mouth and back up, it made my stomach flip completely. 

"Because you don't look okay Eva."

His thumb traced a slow circle on my lip.

I knew what this was, I wasn't naive. I knew exactly what was happening in this kitchen and I knew I should have moved three minutes ago. 

His lips touched mine softly and he slid his tongue into my mouth. For three seconds I kissed him back.