Under My Enemy's Roof - Under Him

But when she came down here in the robe too, I knew she was serious. I knew I was in trouble, but I didn’t care. Her body is so hot. God, I could fuck her all night!

Imagine if it was just us stuck in the house together. Richard and Mom end up going to their vacation house or something. It would be a non-stop fuckfest, no question. She acts so high and mighty with her “one-off”. Who is she trying to kid?

You don’t fuck like that once. No way. You’d have to be some kind of sex maniac with a million other offers waiting to do that. She talks a big game, but she’s into me. Yeah, that’s why she’s been acting so crazy.

I let out a sigh of relief. Nothing but ol’ Phil, talking himself into circles again. Why do I always picture of the worse when something this cool happens to me?

If school starts again, it would be easy. She could just come up to my college and we could spend the weekend in the dorm. I never showed anyone a picture of my stepsister. We could just pretend she’s an old girlfriend from my high school. No one would be the wiser. We could go out, have some fun and then come back and have some fun.

For a few moments, I just sat there thinking about all the sex I just had. Amazingly, I started getting hard again. Just thinking about her made me so horny. I willed myself to stop thinking about her so that I could get on with my day.

I had to get back upstairs before anyone noticed me down here. Turning off the lights, I immediately went back to the first floor and put the cleaning products away. I got a drink of water, if anyone heard me and came down, they’d assume I was just making noises doing that.

When no one showed, I snuck back upstairs to my room. Seemed like I was okay.

Thinking about it again, I started to get hard. My God, it never ends. I was as horny as some kind of animal. Even now, with minimum rest, I wanted to bring her back down her and start all over again. Jesus, is this what drives us? I never thought it would be like this.

Maybe I’m broken. Maybe Tracianne and I are both broken. So lonely and pathetic that we have to have sex with the nearest person available. Could it be that the lockdown for the virus triggered all this?

I went back into my room and laid back down. My head was full of thoughts--- Her dad’s reaction, my mother’s reaction--- There was no way they would be cool with it. I should stick to the plan and forget about it. We should never do this again.

But I knew I was telling myself a lie. I had to have her. I would have her. Again and again. Nothing else really matter to me now.Chapter Fourteen - TracianneThe next morning, I came down to breakfast with a smile on my face. Daphene was making pancakes and I was down to eat a lot of food. I had worked up quite an appetite from the night before.

“Ooo, I’ll have some of those please. I’ll take a stack of four,” I requested.

“Coming up,” Daphene said, happy to help.

“Four? You don’t need even one,” said Phil. “Unless you’re planning to pack on the pounds.”

“Whoa, Phil,” said Richard. “That’s not a nice thing to say to your sister.”

“It’s fine, dad,” I said. “He’s just kidding.”

“I’m just saying it because of health reasons,” added Phil. “It’s not healthy to be a heifer.”

“Whoa! Phil!” objected Daphene. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged. “Just saying.”

I assumed this was all an act to deflect from what we did last night. If our parents suspected or we got caught--- That would be quite a disaster. I went along with it and pretended to be mad. Secretly, I wasn’t. It was kind of fun playing this game.

The next day, however, I ran into Phil at the fridge.

“Jeez, save some food for the rest of us,” he sneered.

I looked around. No parents.

“I get it,” I whispered.

“You get what? A chocolate cake for breakfast? Take it easy.”

This was getting annoying. The parents weren’t even in the room to hear him and he was saying these awful things. What was the point? Guess he’s feeling the pressure or something. I’ll try and avoid him for a few days.

That night, he comes to my door and knocks. I’m thinking he’s going to invite me down to the basement, right? Instead, he’s holding his laundry in his hands.

“Hey, use the dryer right and get your crap out of it when it’s done,” he demanded.

“Okay. Why are you being so rude to me recently?”

“I’m rude? You’re the one leaving your stuff everywhere. Try being considerate for once in your life. The world doesn’t revolve around you, Tracianne.”