Lock Step - Love Under Lockdown

I countered with my own word, “Scream”.

“Something I imagine you’d do after having someone do your word,” I noted.

“Probably ending with this, hopefully,” she said, showing three letters.

She spelled out the word, “Cum.”

“But I don’t think that’s a legal word in Scrabble,” she said, putting the letters back.

“Oh, no. It’s a good word,” I assured her. “As in Johnny cum lately. Different context, different meaning than what you’re thinking.”

“I’ve been thinking about that word a lot recently. How about you?”

She was getting more direct. It was a risky game we were playing. Her dad was not too far away in the next room, although I was pretty sure he couldn’t hear us.

Mom had left after giving Richard the code, and was in the laundry room, but the washing machine could abruptly stop, making it quieter. She could walk back in here. Maybe it was the risk that excited Tracianne.

“You think about words a lot in Scrabble,” I replied neutrally.

I held up the only word I could make, “Gag.”

She looked around to make sure no one was watching and then put her two fingers in her mouth. Making a gagging sound, she mimed fellatio with her fingers.

Hot damn, I was getting aroused.

What the fuck were we doing here?

The washing machine went off and mom walked back into the room to get something. The game resumed as normal for a few minutes. We went back and forth with a few words. Finally, I won the game with a long word: “Leggings.”

Tracianne had be crushed that she had lost, but to be fair, she was continuing mom’s game.

“Not a true contest,” I noted. “We should play another.”

“Nah, I started out close enough,” she sighed. “You were… on top of me the entire time. I’d like to play another game where you were… crushing me again. How about we play poker tonight?”

“Two handed poker? That doesn’t sound like much fun.”

“Strip poker,” she whispered. “As soon as the folks go to sleep. In the basement.”

Her dad came into the kitchen to get a drink from the fridge. She took the opportunity to get up and leave. Guess I’d have to wonder if this was some kind of set up.

I mean, shit, this chick went from hating me to now flirting hardcore. I would have liked to chase her down and find out if she really wanted to meet in the basement, but I had such a boner. I had to sit there and clean up the game until it went down.

“Hey, Phil,” Richard noted. “How’d the game go? Did you win?”

“Yep,” I replied. “I won mightily.”

“Good deal.”

He walked out of the room and I couldn’t help but wonder what he would say if he heard half the things his daughter was implying. His reaction toward me being with his daughter naked could get pretty ugly.

And Tracianne could be some kind of psycho. Did she hate me so much that she’d wind me up, put me in a compromising position and then rat me out to her dad just to score “parent points” or something? She was acting crazy.

Then again, hormones could make you do some pretty fucked up things.

Who was I to judge?

I was turned on by my stepsister and hoping she was seriously about the strip poker thing because I wanted to see, touch, and lick those perfect tits of hers, even though I knew I shouldn’t.Chapter Twelve - TracianneAt midnight, I stripped down, put on a bathrobe and snuck out of my room. I was completely naked underneath. I didn’t really want to play strip poker.

I was just looking for excuse to live out my fantasies with Phil. I was tired of keeping them all bottled up and it was time to explore them.

No doubt Phil would get the message, right? I mean, I was about as subtle as a brick at this point.

When I got to the basement, Phil was sitting there in a bathrobe also, presumably buck-naked underneath. He had a deck of cards and was shuffling. The finished basement had a carpet, a couch, an old flat screen TV and a bar.

“So,” he greeted. “You ready to play?”

I unhooked the robe and let it fall to the floor. Standing before him, I was completely nude. I ached for his touch on my supple, pert young breasts.

“Yes,” I replied. “I’m ready for you to play with me.”

Tossing the cards aside, he stood as he unhooked his robe and let it fall to the floor. He was already erect and ready. His cock looked so big and hard and I wanted it so bad.

Reaching for me, he grabbed the side of my face and pulled me in. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths and our hands explored each other’s bodies.

I soon realized that Phil was a lot taller than me. His shoulders were broad, and his chest was pretty hard. His strong arms held me, and I was dripping wet. Blood was coursing through my body and every cell felt more alive than it had ever been. My pussy was soaked and aching for him.