Lock Step - Love Under Lockdown

“I’m cumming all over your colorful cock,” she moaned, gasping a bit.

I loved the way she sounded when I made her orgasm.

“I love it, too,” I told her. “I love you.”

She looked at me mid-cum, her face a mixture of pleasure and love.

I hadn’t meant to say those three words, but they had just slipped out.

But she was riding my cock so hard while I thrust in and out of her that I didn’t think she minded one bit. In fact, once she stopped groaning, she said it back.

“I love you, too, Phil,” she said. “I think I always have. Even if it at first I tried to mask it with hate.”

I felt a twinge at the base of my balls as I started to shoot my cum into her tight, wet little pussy hole.

“I’m cumming in you, Tracianne,” I said. “I love to fill up my stepsister with my creamy load. And I love you so much it makes me explode.”

We lay in each other’s arms after that, a colorful, sweaty mess, both of us staring up at the ceiling and knowing that we had to do whatever it took to be together for real now.Chapter Twenty - TracianneFinally, the lockdown was fading, albeit slowly. School was a distant memory at this point, though, and we were unsure they would even open next semester.

At least stores were opening, though, in a limited capacity. Everything going on was pretty crazy still, but the end was in sight.

We had to tell our parents about us. There was just no other choice.

How was I supposed to explain my condition in a couple of months?

Despite my big talk to Phil, to try to calm him down, when it came to walking the walk, I was really nervous. But I knew there was no time like the present to get this out of the way.

We agreed to just walk up to them holding hands and tell them. It might not have been the best idea, but it was certainly the most direct. We looked at it as ripping off a band aid.

Dad and Daphne were sitting in the living room. Dad was on his tablet reading the news and Daphne was watching television. Dad looked up when we came in.

“What’s this?” he asked, suspiciously.

“We wanted to tell you,” I started nervously. I cleared my throat and kept going before I could lose my nerve. “Phil and I have been, well, we’re in a relationship. We’re in love.”

“What?” Daphne asked Phil, obviously in shock.

“It’s true,” he confirmed. “We just fell for each other.”

“This is a joke, right? You have to be kidding” Dad insisted. “C’mon. Do you have any idea what this looks like? This is a joke.”

“It’s no joke, dad,” I said. “And I’m pregnant.”

“What?” he shouted.

“Oh, my God,” Daphne muttered.

Her face had gone pale.

She looked like she might throw up.

Dad stood up.

His face looked red and swollen all of a sudden.

I really thought he was going to punch Phil.

“What the hell were you two thinking?!” he shouted. “You’re brother and sister!”

“Step!” Phil emphasized, his face getting red now, too. “Step brother and sister.”

My father just glared at him as if he wasn’t even listening anymore.

“We’re not blood relatives, Richard. We’re no more related than you and Mom,” Phil pointed out.

“Don’t even try that! Don’t even try,” Dad shouted.

“Richard, please calm down,” said Daphne, now that some of the color had returned to her face.

“Did you know about this?” he demanded.

“No!” she said. “But I kept telling you I heard noises at night. You said it was nothing. Just this old creaky house.”

“I said I didn’t think it was anything to worry about. There were lots of things to explain it— yes, definitely with these floorboards and thin walls. Naturally, I didn’t think it was— Oh, my God! You two have been fornicating in this house the whole time?” Now he turned away from Daphne and was looking straight at me.

“God, Tracianne, I thought you were more chaste than this!”

“Wow, Dad, you’re starting to sound like a preacher or something,” I told him. “I mean, really. ‘Fornicating?’ ‘Chaste?’ Next you’ll be sending me off to the nunnery! No offense, but my sex life isn’t any more of your business now than it was before I told you I was with Phil. And this isn’t even about sex. I’ve found the person I love.”

“The fuck you have!” my dad shouted.

Okay, this really wasn’t going as smoothly as I’d hoped. I was really naïve to think he’d take it well. But I wasn’t expecting him to get this mad. Part of me had been stupidly thinking he’d be happy for me, since I had never told him I was in love before, and since I never had been in love before.

“Richard, I love Tracianne. I want to marry her,” Phil stated. “Hopefully with your blessing.”