Lock Step - Love Under Lockdown

He started dry humping me in the car. I could feel his erection trying to poke out of his pants.

What the hell was I doing? I had lost it. Absolutely lost it.

I wanted to tear his clothes off and have sex with him right on the side of the road. I mean, technically, it was daytime. We were sitting in the car in the day on the side of the road with the windows now all fogged up.

“Oh, man. Oh, my God,” he gasped. “Let’s slow down for a beat.”

He took me off his lap just as someone knocked on the window. I got back in my seat and he rolled it down. It was a cop.

“Hey, you can’t park here,” he said. “I should write you a ticket. What the hell are you doing?”

“I just stopped because of the rain, officer,” explained Phil. “Poor visibility.”

“Oh, well, put on your defrosters and get moving,” he said. “Just go slow. As soon as your windows clear, I want you moving down the road. You can find a parking lot or somewhere to park if you don’t want to keep driving.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you for not giving me a ticket.”

Phil cranked the defrosters and we both got our seatbelts on. I was blushing and I think Phil was, too. Another minute and that police officer might have found something much more R-rated in the car. However, I was still pretty turned up. I wish we had finished what we had started.

Wait, what was I saying? What did I just do?

I made out with my own stepbrother! That can’t be good. That’s wrong!

Oh, God! I couldn’t tell anyone about this! If dad found out, he would lose his mind.

“That cop,” said Phil, now trying to make conversation. “That was surprising.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Didn’t see that coming.”

We drove the rest of the way in silence. When we got back, the rain had stopped, and the sun had come out. Without a word, we unloaded the car. My heart was beating and my palms were sweaty.

I knew it was forbidden, but I wanted it so bad.

I wanted Phil’s hard cock and his delicious mouth all over me.

The moment all the bags were on the island, I slipped out of the kitchen and headed for the bathroom. At the last second, I went upstairs instead and locked myself in my room instead. I couldn’t stand it one second longer.

Slipping off my pants, I got on my bed and put my hand down the front of my panties. I imagined Phil kissing me and I started fingering myself. I wanted his big strong fingers in there. Maybe his tongue too and of course his rock-hard cock. It had felt so big and good, pressing up against me.

I was horny beyond belief! We had just gotten back from the store and here I was with my fingers in my pussy, masturbating!

I didn’t even do it that often, but I had to get off right here, right now. Even if my door suddenly fell off its hinges, I think I would still have to finish.

In my mind, I could see Phil’s naked body rushing from the bathroom to his room. His strong muscles and toned ass were so hot. I wanted him to plunge in and out of me, while I pulled that nice ass of his closer. I wanted his hot, dripping body on top of mine, ravaging my wet hole.

Touching my clit, I was really getting into it now. I imagined Phil burying his face into my pussy, his warm, rough tongue on my clit, slurping up my juices. I put a finger in my mouth and started sucking on it. I imagined it was Phil’s cock while I went in and out of my pussy hole with two fingers.

I was on the verge of a fantastic orgasm. And then my pussy juices were rushing out of me as I was wishing that Phil was inside me.

Grabbing a pillow, I had to stifle my own noises. I was squealing into the pillow and I’m sure they would’ve heard it all the way downstairs if I didn’t muffle them.

I released so hard and so long, I was shaking and the comforter and my panties where I was positioned were soaked. My whole body was quivering and I spasmed, still orgasming a little.

That was the best orgasm I’d ever given myself. But I still wanted more. I wanted the real thing.

God, had it been that long? I guess it had. I really wanted to have some sex now and not simulate it. I couldn’t have sex with Phil for real, though. He was my stepbrother! This was wrong.

Oh, God! What if he told Dad what we did? He had mentioned that they had had a talk; were they that close now that he would confess something like this?