Free Suicide by Darlene Jacobs Page B

wanted Jake to believe.

    I actually wanted to give him a glimpse of my breasts. I wanted him to start fantasizing on what it would be like to be together.

    J ake smiled at me and my lousy attempt to be coy. “What are you doing?” he asks.

    I tell him I’m not trying to do anything, that I’m just sitting there minding my own business. But Jake knew the truth. I had to let him know that I was more than interested and that he would not be taking advantage of me.

    “ I need a dry shirt ,” I announce to Jake. I peel off my top as he watches from his side-eye. I let the shirt fall to the ground as I turn around and reach for my suitcase in the back seat.

    I make sure that my ass is near his face as I reach in the back. I take my time searching for a shirt.

    A t first Jake pretends not to notice. But then he can’t help himself. He takes his right hand and gently massages my closest cheek. I pretend not to notice as I rummage through my suitcase.

    J ake makes an attempt to cover his arousal but he is unsuccessful. I hear a few moans as he reaches towards my stomach and slowly unties my sweatpants string.

    I shutter with anticipation as his fingers run along the waistband of my sweatpants before he ventures inside them with his fore and index finger.

    I ’m still bent over as he widens my legs. I oblige. He takes his fingers and slowly walks them down toward by curly-cue bush that matches my hair.

    H is fingers tease my clit as I begin to rock in ecstasy. I so want his fingers to go inside me, but I don’t say a word. He playfully bites my ass before he plunges his fingers inside me, just past his knuckles.

    I squeal in excitement as he makes me wet. He rhythmically pulls his fingers in and out, in and out until I am about to explode. He removes his fingers and yanks my sweatpants down to reveal my panties.

    H e slips his fingers in my panties and runs them along my crack. He pulls my panties down as he sucks his fingers dry before playfully parting my anus wide enough for a quick lick with his tongue.

    T he car swerves to the right, we almost leave the road as we spray gravel along the side of the embankment. That only arouses us more.

    I put it out of my mind who Jake is. He’s not related to me by blood, so it’s okay if I have to have him inside me; stepbrother or not. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

    I ’ve never had anyone tongue me in the backside before. I’m not sure if I like it or not. It caught me off guard. But I am so aroused by his touch and his tongue, that Jake could do just about anything to me and I’d let him.

    I wonder if he’ll push the limit again? Would I be ready for that? I don’t know.

    A trucker passes by and honks at us in approval. Jake shows off my licking my ass.

    J ake uses his free hand to completely remove my sweatpants, but keeps my panties on. I wonder what he has in mind.

    H e massages my crotch over my panties as I rock and twist back and forth trying to get a deeper massage and in hopes his fingers will find their way back inside my panties.

    G od , can this really be happening? Jake, the stepbrother that I loathed, I now want to screw? And not just screw, screw hard.

    I ’m not kidding myself . Neither one of us would call this making love. It’s lust and desire, pure and simple.

    I ’ve only just thought of Jake in this way all of an hour. I wonder how long he has wanted me? Was it just a spit second decision like mine was? Or has he been planning this all along?

    R ight now I don’t care.

    J ake runs his finger along the elastic of my panties and fingers my clit once again. This never gets old! But I decide it’s time to make some moves of my own.

    I move back to the passenger seat and unhook my bra and remove it. I toss it in the back seat. I sit next to him in silence, topless, letting him take me all in.

    S ome women are embarrassed about their bodies; even if they’re a ten. Not me.

    I ’d consider myself a seven , maybe an