All Chapters of My Three Step-Uncles Want Me (The Alcatraz Brothers): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

LILYBy the time afternoon had managed to crawl around I had finally convinced myself it was time to get shit done and put Kieran away from my mind.I stood in the kitchen with the grocery list clutched between my fingers, staring at my laptop that sat dead on the counter with its screen permanently black and broken. Dark like every draft I couldn’t bring myself to publish. The stories weren’t really meant for the world anyway, not for Ken, his family or anyone who’d read and judge a pastor’s wife for writing about forbidden ways a priest pleasures the young mum. A mild wave of shame washed over me, in addition to my transgression of a fictional world where only sin was praised, I’d acted on my urges in real life.I grabbed my car keys from the hook it hung in the wall. “God forgive me.” I muttered and turned to leave.Kieran was in the kitchen doorway, leaning on the frame like he’d been waiting for the right chance to pounce. His hair was still mussed from the sex but now he was fu

LILYWe had missed a night of the celebration and Ken wasn’t going to allow us to miss another. Instead of us trying for that baby the next day as he had proposed. He urged Kieran and I to get dressed so we could leave for his parents house.Relief washed over me when I realized that Ken wasn’t going to try to fuck me, guilt followed in its stead.We arrive at his parents house in no time to meet the household buzzing about with activities.“Ken, Kieran, Lily, do come in,” his mother said after greeting us at the door.Both men paused for me to walk ahead of them which was new from Ken but I wasn’t complaining. I pulled his mother into a hug and kissed her cheek before going in to see the rest of the family. “Lily,” Stephanie squealed and shot off the couch she’d been sitting on.She’d always been the person full of energy and now, her pregnancy is making her even more energetic. She walked over to me and crushed me in a hug with no care for her baby whatsoever.“You three are late,

LILYHis hand slipped beneath my dress, his knuckles brushing my bare skin, reminding me of the fact that my panties were still missing.His breath hitched when he realized. “Fuck,” he growled softly, “you’re bare for me and still so wet from before.”I was too busy chasing the high of the kiss to care about his words. His warm fingers slid between my legs and rubbed on my clit. My hips bucked forward against his touch, desperate for friction, and shame flushed through me just as strongly as the need did.“Kieran, we can’t…” I moaned as he pushed a finger into me. It slid in with zero restriction.“Yes, we can,” he cut me off and pressed his forehead against mine. “You want this as much as I do.”My body betrayed me, arching into his hand, clenching around his finger as he teased me, stroking me open with slow, devastating patience.“Up here,” he ordered roughly, pulling me by the waist and hoisting me onto the sink. The cold porcelain bit into my thighs, but then his mouth was back o

LILY“I…” my voice faltered, barely audible, “I’m trying.”Miriam’s brows lifted in mockery. “Trying? Trying is not enough, child. The womb was created to bear life, not excuses. Do you think God is pleased?”My father sat across the table, silent, his aged eyes on his food like he wasn’t hearing any of it. The same man who used to thunder from pulpits about truth and love. The same man who remarried less than a year after burying his first love, my mother. He let her speak now, just as he had let her rule my childhood.I felt myself shrinking, returning to when I was seventeen again, standing in the parlor as she told me God wanted me to marry a pastor, that everything else was rebellion.The old resentment bubbled.But before I could crumble, Kieran’s voice cut through. “With all respect, ma’am,” he said, his grey eyes flashing as they locked on her, “women are more than baby makers. And maybe it’s time you got your head out of the 1900s.”The table was still.His words seemed to h

LILYI avoided Ken like a plague the next morning. For the first time in all our years of marriage I was grateful for the fasting before church service rule he had put in place because it meant I didn’t have to see him this morning before church.I decided to tidy up a bit while he got ready to buy myself more time before he finally left for church.Immediately after he left I hurried to the bathroom to freshen up. As I washed between my legs, memories of last night came flashing back.The incident that led up to me ditching my warm bed for the solace of the empty and cold living room and decided I was done playing the role of a good wife.I took my time to shower and got out to dress up in the boldest dress I’ve ever owned, a dress he had no idea I had ever gotten. It was a blue dress that hugged my figure and stuck to my body like a second skin.Sliding it over my shoulders was like sliding into another life. The hem skimmed my knees and the neckline showed a hint of collarbone. I s