Chapter 4 Jackpot

Ethan’s POV

I could sense her unease as she cautiously stepped backward, her nervousness palpable in the room. The audible gulp of her saliva echoed, and she questioned, “What do you think you are doing?”

“Nothing”

I leaned in for a pretend kiss but smoothly shifted, reaching behind her for something on the table, turning the moment into a playful surprise.

“What do you think I was doing” I asked with a smirk and raised the object for her to see. “I need to borrow your headphone”

“Please leave my room” she said, as she rolled her eyes.

I walked to the door and locked it quietly.

“On a second thought, I want to hang out here a little bit” I said as I walked towards her and dropped back the headphone. “Won’t be needing this for now” 

Her expression shifted to one of surprise and what are you still doing.

I stripped off her towel exposing her petite body. Astonished by what I see, I reached my hands to her breast but this time, it feels like she wants it too. I planted a warm kiss on her small lips and she leaned closer to me. In that delicate moment of intimacy, the serenity was shattered by the abrupt sound of a horn blowing at the gate, interrupting our connection. 

I gently planted a kiss on her forehead and said, “I’ll be back” as I stepped outside, my best friend, Ernest awaited.

“Hey man” I greeted as I hopped into the car. 

“Sup” he said starting the car.

“So, where are we going today?”

He mentioned a mall in New York, and after completing our shopping, we headed to a coffee shop.

“I want to tell you something, man” I began. “Chelsea is my stepsister.”

“Your what?” he exclaimed, slurping his coffee loudly.

“You heard me” I replied.

“Wait, you’re serious?” he said, surprise evident on his face.

“I know it feels wrong but I almost had an intimate moment with her today”

“Haha, you mean I was your messiah, no wonder you were sweating when I came” he said, laughing.

I looked at him, conveying my frustration with the lack of support.

“That’s crazy” he said, readjusting in his chair. I sighed and continued sipping my coffee.

“Well, I’m not trying to be judgmental but man, she’s your sister, so don’t do that” he said with a shrug.

“Alright, thanks man” I replied.

Afterward, I headed home to find an empty house. I went to the fridge, grabbed myself a drink and returned to my room. After a few drinks, I eventually drifted off to sleep. I was abruptly awakened by a cold hand rubbing my chest.

“Ethan” a voice whispered. I looked up still sleepy and saw Chelsea standing there in revealing nightwear.

“What are you doing here?” I queried 

“I came to tell you that our parents won’t be at home tonight” she said.

“Alright, please lock the door when you leave” I replied, attempting to push the thoughts aside as I went back to bed.

The next morning, I woke up feeling hung over from the drinks. Heading downstairs to the kitchen for some water, I found Chelsea seated at the dining table still in her revealing nightwear.

“Good morning” I greeted, grabbing some water. No reply came. Just as I was about to head back to my room, she spoke up, “I have a question”

“Okay” wondering what the question might be.

“Am I a joke to you? She asked, standing with hands on her hips.

“I don’t understand what you mean by a joke, I’m a bit skeptical” I scoffed, looking at her with interest, unsure of where the question was coming from.

“You came, make me long for you and turn out leaving me hanging.” she said, looking genuinely upset.

“Well, I didn’t know I was doing that” I said expressing doubt.

“Never mind” she said clearly annoyed and retired to her room. I stood there for a moment surprised at what she just said.

Days passed, and I hardly saw her. When our paths did cross, she would just walk past me without saying a word and pretending that I wasn’t there. The distance between us seemed to grow with each passing day. As our last day at college draws even closer, I couldn’t wait for it to finally come to an end. The anticipation of moving on to a new chapter in life was palpable.

Eventually, as I was walking downstairs to get some food, I notice Chelsea’s room was open and decided to go in. I saw her reading a book with headphones on, unaware of my presence. I tapped her, and she looked at me sighing in resignation.

“What are you reading?” I asked as I lay beside her.

“None of your business.” she replied, drawing away to avoid close contact.

“Are you still mad at me?” I inquired.

“Of course not, why would I be? She replied without looking at me.

“It feels like you are” I said, then hesitated before continuing, “About what you said to me the last time, I just felt we together isn’t right”

She didn’t flinch at what I said or looked at me.

“Okay” she finally said in a low tone. As stood I  up, ready to leave, she called back. “Ethan”

I turned to know what she was about to say. 

In a low tone, she confessed “I think I’m in love with you”

I stood there, emotions filled with mixed feeling about her confession, unsure of what else to say.

She walked over to me, wrapped her arms around me, pressed her breasts and pelvis into my body and started French kissing me. It felt absolutely amazing and different this time, igniting a longing within me. Despite knowing she was my stepsister and will not end up with her, I chose to continue with the flow. Licking up slowly to her earlobe and playfully biting her. She moans and giggles. My hands slowly making its way down between her legs as I gently walked her to the bed.

I can feel her get wet and leaned towards her and said softly, “You are wet” which made her smile and blushed more.

After a little more tease, she didn’t waste any time and goes to undo my pants.

“Amateur” I said as we gave a good laugh

A small smile across her face and she whispered “I haven’t done this before.”

“I will take it easy” I said, feeling like I have hit a jack pot.

She finally gets my belt buckle undone and pulls out my hard, thick cock.