Book Three: Chapter Two

Philip was doing his tie when I barged into the room, slammed the door shut behind me, and stood against the door, my heart pounding.

My nipples felt painfully tight, and I didn't want to acknowledge the throbbing between my thighs.

Damn.

He gave me an uninterested look. "What?"

"Nothing," I replied, making an effort to collect myself. "Why didn't you tell me Jeremy was home?"

"We came in at the same time last night. You go to bed too early, and you sleep too deeply. When was I supposed to tell you?"

My brain kept replaying the look on Jeremy's face as he saw me in all my naked glory. He looked at me like he wanted to eat me up.

The truth was, Jeremy had always looked at me like that. I've always known he has a crush on me, but Philip is so oblivious to it that I convinced myself that it was all in my head. I thought I was projecting because I secretly found Jeremy attractive too. I never would have admitted that, even at gun point. I'd watched Jeremy grow up since Philip married me when he was a teen. I wasn't supposed to be having such thoughts about him.

But that look... It was hot. And I wasn't just imagining things.

Philip glanced at me again, probably wondering why I was standing in the room instead of making him breakfast.

"Did something happen?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing happened."

"Did you make breakfast?"

I walked to the bed and slid back under the sheets reaching into my drawer and pulling out my novel.

"No."

Philip was silent for a while. I felt his eyes on me for a moment, and then he went back to whatever he was doing, not saying anything else.

"I'm leaving," he said after a while, picking up his briefcase.

On other days, I kissed him on the cheek. Today, I remained in bed and kept my eyes fixed on the book I wasn't even reading because I kept thinking of Jeremy's hand on my breast.

I waited until I heard Philip's car leave the driveway, then I tossed back the sheet and reached back in my drawer for his replacement.

I turned the vibrator on, then shut my eyes and began teasing my breasts. It was way too easy to get to the point I needed. I was already very wet, and it was all because of Jeremy.

Now that I was alone in the room, I didn't try fighting the thoughts of him. What was the harm? No one would know.

I trailed the vibrator down to my pussy, and slowly rolled it against my clit over and over. I was tightening up, about to come. I let out a strangled moan as I imagined it was Jeremy holding the vibrator, and that he had done a lot more than lightly touch my breast.

I imagined him playing with my nipples, bending me over and spanking me.

"Estelle?"

God, I was even hearing his voice! I increased the speed of the vibrator, sank it into my pussy a few times, then brought it back up to my clit.

I tensed up, my orgasm a hairsbreadth away from me. I just needed something else to...

"Estelle, are you alright?"

That voice again. Why did I keep hearing Jeremy's...

"I'm coming in," he said, one moment before I saw the door knob turn.

I wasn't imagining hearing his voice just because I was horny. The voice was real. Jeremy was standing outside my bedroom, about to enter.

"No! No, don't come in!" I yelled out, and a second later, my orgasm hit me.

It was the thought of Jeremy walking in and seeing me on the bed, my legs spread wide and my hand between them that did it for me.

I cried out as fluids gushed out of my pussy, drenching my hand.

I was breathing hard. I glanced at the door to make sure it was still closed. It was.

The house was silent. I got out of bed, threw my robe on, and hurried to the door. Jeremy wasn't there when I threw it open.

I deflated in relief. A few seconds later, I fully understood what had actually happened, and almost let out an embarrassed wail.

I tried to put things together in my mind.

So Jeremy had been here. Maybe he heard me moan and thought something was wrong with me and came to check?

When I basically yelled at him not to enter, he would have realized what was happening and beat a hasty retreat.

Or maybe he stayed and listened a little?

I found myself hoping he had, then realized he hadn't. He wasn't here when I opened the door, and I'd finished pretty quickly after hearing his voice.

Maybe he was upstairs in his bedroom, jerking off to the thought of me?

That thought got me aroused again, and I went back to bed, did another quick round with the vibrator, then went to take a bath.

After dressing up, I went downstairs, unsurprised when I found Jeremy by the stove, flipping pancakes. He always made breakfast for everyone whenever he was home.

Our eyes met when I walked into the kitchen, and we immediately averted them again.

I coughed awkwardly.

"Listen, so about this morning..." He started to say.

"I thought I saw a spider!"

Jeremy and I spoke at the same time, then blinked at each other.

"You thought you saw a spider?" He asked me.

I nodded, looking anywhere but at him. "Um... In case you heard me earlier and was wondering... You know." I blushed. "I um...made a sound because I thought I saw a spider, not because I was doing... anything else..."

Jeremy was nodding like I had just given the most reasonable explanation. "A spider. Of course. I didn't think you were doing anything else."

We were both lying to cover up the awkwardness of the situation. A spider made me sound like that? No one would believe that. Anyone who heard me moan when I came knew it was definitely sexual.

I looked at the floor, and Jeremy looked at the walls. After a while, he spoke again.

"I'm sorry about this morning. I didn't mean to ah...touch you on your...you know."

Now, it was my turn to nod. "No, it wasn't your fault. You didn't want me to get scalded. I didn't know you were in the house and I usually just walk around that way when I'm alone so..."

Stop talking, stop talking! I yelled at myself inwardly. I didn't need to tell my stepson that I walked around naked when no one was home!

"Of course," he replied. "I understand. It's totally normal. I do it too."

"You do?" I asked before my mouth could catch up with me. I backtracked hurriedly. "Shit. Sorry. Don't answer that. Forget I said anything. In fact, forget this morning ever happened."

Jeremy smiled a bit, then nodded. "You're just in time for breakfast. I made pancakes."

While he was busy pouring more batter, I sneaked a look at him. He was wearing a white shirt and casual trousers that made his butt look amazing. His back muscles flexed as he worked, and I imagined that his shoulders were broad enough for me to lie on.

Damn, he was fine.

Just as I thought that, Jeremy gave me a look over his shoulder, and I immediately wiped my face clean of every expression.

"Grab a plate," he said. "Let's eat."