Lock Step - Love Under Lockdown

I should have been back at school, going to class and hanging out with Diamond and Gillian. Then I could hear about Diamond’s sexcapades and not have any myself. Living vicariously through her was much safer for my heart than fucking my stepbrother was turning out to be.

Part of me, deep down, really wanted to tell Diamond the truth about what happened with Phil. If only so I could finally have the last word on a story!

She’d never be able to top having sex with one’s own stepbrother. Especially the wild, passion fueled night that Phil and I had shared.

God, it didn’t even seem real anymore after all the time that had passed.

I had to do something to get over Phil. I was so sick of moping around about him when he had clearly moved on.

I checked my phone. Ryan was still online. It was time to take this to the next level.

“Hey, Ryan,” I texted. “Miss you.”

“You miss me? You just talked to me a few hours ago!”

“I know, but I wish you were here,” I told him, deciding to really jump off the deep end and see what happened. “I’m feeling so lonely today!”

“What if I could come and see you?”

“Ryan, I don’t know if you can,” I texted back, my heart racing. “No one is flying now. They’re still in lockdown everywhere here.”

“What if I was already here?”

“What? I don’t understand. Are you going to send me a picture or something?”

Ryan sent a picture. It was just of his legs crossed. He was sitting in a chair and I recognized the pattern of the rug. Wait a minute…

Was that the rug in this house?

Was Ryan really Phil this whole time?

I was still trying to comprehend it all when my phone dinged with another text that had come in.

“Come downstairs,” “Ryan’s” text said. “It’s more than time we played another game of strip poker.”

Furious, yet also quite excited, with my heart beating fast and my pussy already dripping wet for my stepbrother who I thought I had to get over but who apparently had been texting me all along, I stormed down to the basement.Chapter Seventeen - PhilWell, here she comes, I thought.

I hope she wasn’t too mad I lied to her. It was the only way. Tracianne did not have a poker face. My God, she should’ve seen herself coming down to breakfast that morning. It was a dead giveaway.

Tracianne ran down the steps and I stood up. For a second, I thought she was going to jump into my arms and kiss me. But instead, she slapped me in the face as hard as she could. Guess I deserved that.

“Why?!” she cried. “Why did you put me through that?”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “But you’re a terrible actress. Before you came downstairs that morning, your dad was asking me questions about noises he heard that night. I made up some bullshit story about being in the basement because I said I heard a noise, too. You came down beaming. I had to make it so that you thought we were over so that you wouldn’t give us away. But I couldn’t just not talk to you, so I invented a fake person.”

“It was so mean!” she whined.

“I know, I know,” I said. “I’m really sorry. But trust me, if you had seen it from my perspective, you would’ve been on board.”

“I would’ve never given you up, Phil,” she swore. “I would’ve said anything to protect you!”

“Trace, no offense, but you’re a little emotional these days,” I said gingerly. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed.”

She nodded, with tears welling up in her eyes. She started crying and buried her face in my chest. I guided her back down to the couch and she cried in my arms for a good ten minutes.

Finally, I got her a tissue, and she blew her nose. Composing herself, we started talking again.

“Don’t do that to me again, Phil,” she demanded. “If you do that to me again, we’re through.”

“Fair enough,” I replied.

With the air cleared, we sat back on the couch.

“I feel like I got to know a whole new person or a whole new you, with this so-called Ryan character,” she said. “How do you know so much about Alaska?”

“I was reading entries from Wikipedia while we were chatting,” I admitted. “Seemed pretty realistic, right? The bears and wolves.”

“Yeah, I was totally prepared to run away to Alaska and be with Ryan,” she admitted.

“Really?” I laughed.

“Yeah. Mostly to just get away from the temptation of hooking up with you again.”

“So, I guess, technically, now you have no choice but to hook up with me again.”

She blushed and started kissing me. It started to get hot and heavy, so I pulled back.

“What? What’s wrong?” she asked.

“The question is, can we make this work? Cards on the table here. What’s your dad’s reaction going to be? I have to think he’ll lose his mind.”