My Stepbrother's Baby

This was such a bad idea. I looked around anxiously as I moved through the crowd. I just knew somebody would bust me as the imposter I was. I can't believe I had actually gone through with this.It had been such a fun, and simple, plan at the time. I'd show up at the party, pretend I was someone else, have a night of fun, and go home to dream about it. It would be a party to remember, for me at least. I never got invited to these kinds of parties, so I'd invited my-self. The reality of pretending to be someone else started to make me even more nervous. I had to fight the urge to push down my short skirt and pull up the low-cut top. I'd found both at a second-hand store and had them hidden in my closet since my senior year had started. I'd stared at the outfit more than once throughout my senior year, but I'd always reach for something else. Not tonight. I'd followed online videos to figure out how to turn my long, blonde mop into perfect beach waves and ap-plied makeup a

My hands roamed over his chest and abs through his t-shirt. Now that I had the chance to touch what I'd been drooling over for years, I wasn't going to waste it. Evan let out a satisfied groan, his arm held me tighter until our entire bodies were pressed together. My breasts were against his chest, hardened nipples rubbed against his hard chest as I panted for breath in between kisses. A massive heat grew between my thighs, and I wanted to touch myself there. Better yet, I wanted Evan to do it.He broke off the kiss, and I made a sound of com-plaint, moving on my tiptoes as I pressed even closer, as I tried to get to his lips. Instead, I felt something like a bulge at his crotch press back, and it took a few seconds to realize what it was. That froze me in place. Evan curs-ed above me, and I heard him swallow."How far are you willing to go?" Evan asked on a ragged breath.I blinked and looked up at him, still trying to catch my bearings and my breath."What?" I whispered."I

When she was sufficiently ready, I pushed forward. I felt her tense as her walls parted around the head of my cock. She shuddered, whimpering, as I drove through some resistance until I was completely seated inside of her. Her small cry of pain tore through me, but I knew what I did next would make the slight pain worth it. And she'd never have to feel that pain ever again once it was gone. I gave her a few seconds to get adjusted. I held my-self still until she sighed with a new sound and I started to thrust my hips into her. I might only be 18, but I've had a good deal of practice in the last few years. The strokes were deep, slow, as I let her walls get used to the penetration and relax around me. The tension in her body lessened as well. After I made sure she was ready for something a little more intense, a sense of urgency grew in me, and I started to pick up my pace. I rolled my hips, made my thrusts faster, harder, and so much deeper. She was tight around me, and the scent of

A few weeks la-ter..."Evan Stewart," I whispered as I bent my head to the girl in the seat next tome.She nodded, "I know."I wanted to ask how she knew, but I didn't get the chance. She didn't introduce herself and then she flipped her dark brown hair to the side and stood up as the prin-cipal's door flung open. He didn't even say a word be-fore she started to stride towards him. "Ms. Johnson. Mr. Stewart in here now."Fuck!His glasses were foggy, and I had a feeling I knew why I was being called in here. I'd been stupid. Out late and partying and ignoring my final exams. The same thing that I did every year. But this year was important. I'd been kicked out of my private school and the only school that would accept me was a public school, I didn't have any other choices. My mom cringed at my behavior and hit the bottle. The same way that she al-ways did whenever there was a crisis, and lately there'd been one too many. I didn't have brains like my sister. No, my only

I walked out of Mr. Hopkins office as if the floor was laid with hot coal. I knew that Mr. Hopkins wanted to talk to me. Ask me the million dollar question that made his face grimace with anger; why the hell had I lied. The truth was I didn´t know, there were a thousand other ways to try and get Evan's attention, this just seemed to be the perfect way to do it.Then again, I wanted him to like me for me, not be-cause of what happened in the closet or because I'd tak-en the blame for him when he cheated on a test. If I'd told Evan that it was me in the closet, would he want to get to know me for the wrong reasons? In the end, Prin-cipal Hopkins gave me detention for two weeks. Light punishment for cheating, but everyone in that room knew that it was a lie. Whatever.It wasn't like anyone was going to say anything about it. Not when it was my word against Evan's, but I was counting on the fact that nobody would question us, so the punishment was less irritating than it should have