Chapter 9

Sarah

We still had a couple of hours before dinner was ready and the sun had drained all of the energy from my body so I decided I would go take a nap. I invited Joshua to join me but he declined, saying he wasn’t tired. I was a little disappointed but too tired to really fight him on it. As I was lying down, I started to wonder if Nate was going to try to join me in bed. The entire year I’d been with Joshua I’d never thought about another guy. Not even some hunky movie star. So when Nate’s face appeared in my mind I was completely taken by surprise. I hated him. Didn’t I? As I started to drift off to sleep, my mind kept flashing images of Joshua and then Nate, sometimes one and then the other, sometimes both…together. 

I woke up Joshua’s gentle voice. He’d been rubbing my head as I slept. “Wake up Sleeping Beauty.”

“Huh? How long was I asleep?” I asked, still in a fog.

“About an hour. I thought you’d want to take a shower before dinner.”

“Only if you join me,” I teased.

“I already showered.”

“So?”

Joshua stood up and smoothed his clothing. He must have thought I was joking. “Dinner will be ready soon. Try not to be late. Daniel can be an asshole if people are late.” Then Joshua turned and walked out.

I showered and put on the same short sundress I’d worn earlier in the day. We all gathered around a table on the patio that overlooked the lake. I sat between Joshua and Nate. As we started to eat I felt Nate’s hand come to rest on my thigh, under the table. What’s he doing? At first I would push his hand away,  but after a couple of attempts I just let it go, somehow telling myself he’d already felt my thighs several times that day, so what’s the harm? 

When I finally stopped resisting his advances, he got more confident and let his hand travel higher. I had to scoot further under the table so Joshua wouldn’t see anything. Like Nate had earlier, his fingers brushed my thighs, lightly at first, but then increased the pressure. I didn’t even realize it, but I’d opened my legs, giving him better access. Nate moved his hand up and caressed my inner thigh. I felt myself get flush. My mind couldn’t help but flash back to that morning in the car. Nate’s fingers moved higher, just beneath my panties and I risked a glance in his direction. He flashed me a half-smile as he talked with uncle. When his fingers started brushing my panties I almost choked on my steak. He quickly pulled his hand away when I started coughing. 

“Are you Ok?” Joshua asked, patting my back. 

“Oh…yeah, I’m fine. Thanks,” I answered. 

I heard a muffled giggle coming from Nate and I lowered my hand under the table and punched his thigh. At least, that was my plan. Nate ended up grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze. I tried to pull away but he tightened his grip and pulled my hand and set it on his thigh. I tried again to pull my hand away when my fingers made contact with his nylon shorts but Nate held me firm. I wanted to say something, to yank my hand free from his grasp, but I was afraid to make a scene in front of the rest of the family. When Nate noticed I was no longer resisting he moved my hand higher, up to his crotch. Oh my God! Is that..?

It was. There was no mistaking it. Nate’s boner flexed when my fingers settled there. For some reason, I didn’t pull away. Instead, I traced my fingers along his length. I’d felt Joshua over his pants before so I had an idea of how a boy liked to be touched. My fingers moved slowly, some part of me hoping to drive him as crazy as he’d driven me. As I moved higher up his crotch I kept thinking I’d get to his tip but it just kept going. He’s so big! I thought.

Even though my hand was over his shorts, the thin nylon allowed me to feel him completely. Realizing I was not going to pull my hand away, Nate put his hand back on my thigh and began rubbing me again. I pushed my chair further under the table so he could reach his hand higher up my thigh. 

As the meal went on we sat like that, me rubbing his penis over his nylon shorts and Nate’s fingers sliding up and down my thigh, driving me crazy. He seemed to be trying to tease me, starting at my knee and slowly moving higher, to the hem of my panties and then back down. Eventually, he decided to be bolder and moved his fingers over my panties.  

I gave his dick a squeeze, silently encouraging his touch. He took that encouragement and pressed his index finger against my clit, over my panties. I felt my stomach clench with excitement and gave his penis another squeeze. Nate then began moving his fingers in small circles, pressing the fabric of my panties along my folds. So nice! 

After a few glorious moments Nate tried to move his fingers under my panties. When he did that I scooted away and shot him a warning gaze. I told myself that as long as we were touching each other over our clothing that it wasn’t cheating. Nate took the hint and moved his fingers back over my panties. 

Nate really did have an expert touch. His touch made me feel completely new sensations. As he touched me, my hand was busy sliding up and down his shorts. I had no idea if what I was doing felt good, but judging from his twitching hardness, he seemed to enjoy it. 

As I Nate and I were groping each other under the table, Joshua took my other hand and talked to me about college. He was telling me how much he was going to miss me when I left for my early admission, at least that’s what I think he was saying. My mind was not really focused in that moment, at least not focused on anything other than the feeling of Nate’s fingers or his penis under my grasp. 

Eventually we all finished dinner. Nate quickly pulled his hand away when everyone got up to clear the table. I had completely zoned out and forgot that I was not supposed to be touching my boyfriend’s stepbrother. Nate had to push my hand away before standing up. 

After I returned to reality I looked over at Daniel and said, “Thanks for dinner Daniel. It was wonderful.” As soon as the words left my mouth I knew I was in trouble. Everyone stopped chewing and looked over at me. 

Daniel set his silverware down. “Sarah, I don’t want to keep reminding you of my rules. If you don’t start addressing me appropriately I’ll have to take you over my knee until you learn.”

I laughed, telling him I was sorry and that it wouldn’t happen again but no one else at the table seemed to think he was kidding. 

It was Uncle Oliver that broke the tension. “What do you say we all clean up this mess and head down to the game room to play some cards?”

I didn’t know how to play poker, but didn’t want to ruin the mood so I just nodded in agreement.

 As we were all starting to gather up the dishes Joshua’s mother stood up with a yawn. “I think I'm going to pass on game night tonight. The sun really took a toll on me. I hope you all can manage without me.”

We were all disappointed she didn’t want to join us but it was Uncle Oliver that seemed more disappointed than the rest of us. 

When the dinner table was cleared and cleaned we headed to the game room where Uncle Oliver had taken the liberty of setting up the card table. The five of us took our seats around the table. I wasn’t taking any chances and made sure I was sitting on the other side of the table from Nate’s wandering hands. The boys then took a few minutes to explain to me rules of poker. 

“So do you understand the rules Sarah?” Uncle Oliver asked.

“I understand the rules, but not the betting. I don’t have any money.” I told the group.

“I put twenty dollars in for you,” Joshua said, and then explained to me the value of each different color chip. 

“We usually play for much higher stakes but since it’s your first time and Joshua’s mother’s not here, we’ll keep things light,” Uncle Oliver said.

After the first few hands, I decided I was pretty good at poker. I’d won ten dollars after the first three hands and started to get cocky. The next hand I was dealt three of a kind and bet half of my chips. When I set my cards down I was sure I won, but Daniel had straight so he ended up winning the pot. I lost the next couple hands and before I knew it, was down to my last few chips. I was ready to give up and call it a night, but then Oliver dealt me a flush and I knew I had them. 

“I bet everything!” I said.

“You only have five dollars,” Nate said, pointing to my chips. “I bet twenty-five so you don’t have enough.”

Frowning I protested. “That’s not fair. I don’t have enough money!” I looked around the table for some help but no one was taking my side.

“Sorry, if you don't have enough to cover the bet you will have to fold,” Uncle Oliver explained.

“She could bet something else,” Nate said, raising an eyebrow.

“What? I don’t have anything.”

Nate sat thoughtfully for a moment. “How about if I win, you have to sit on my lap the rest of the game?” I thought the other guys would be as shocked as I was but they all laughed, even Joshua.

Still laughing it was Joshua that answered. “No way. She’s not gonna do that.”

I nodded in agreement. 

“Tell you what. I’ll bet a hundred dollars. If she wins, she gets it all. If not, well…” he said, patting his lap.

“No way! Forget it!” Joshua said.

“Wait a second,” I interrupted. 

I leaned over and whispered into Joshua’s ear, showing him my flush draw.

“She’s in!” Joshua said. 

Knowing I’d won, I set my cards on the table, ready to gloat and collect my winnings. “Read’em and weep!”

Nate frowned and the rest of the men looked at my cards, nodding their approval of how I’d beaten Nate. I raised my hands in victory but then Nate cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. “Ah man, you have a flush. All I have is three of a kind,” he said, dropping three Jacks onto the table. 

“Ha, ha, you owe me a hundred dollars sucka!” I giggled. 

“Oh wait!” Nate said. “I forgot about these other two cards.” And then he dropped two “8’s” onto the table. 

At first, I didn’t know what that meant. I looked over at Joshua and he had his face in his hands. I glanced around at Daniel and Oliver and they were busting up laughing. 

“What? What just happened?” I asked. 

Joshua was still shaking his head. “Nate won. He had a full house.” 

I looked down at the cards and then up at Nate. Nate was flashing me his dimpled smile. He scooted back in his chair and patted his lap. “A deal’s a deal sweetheart. Have a seat.”

I looked over at Joshua for him to say something but he was still shaking his head. “Oh God,” was all he could say.  

I gave pleading looks to Daniel and Oliver who were still laughing, apparently endlessly amused at my embarrassment. “I’m sorry Sarah,” Oliver said. “We take wagers very seriously. I’m afraid you’ll have to honor the bet.”

“Arrr…seriously?” I asked Nate. 

“Hey, you mess the bull,” he said. 

I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by that, but I knew I had no choice. I stood up in defeat and walked around the table where Nate was sitting. I gave one more look over towards Joshua, hoping he could do something, but he just sat there, stunned. Nate moved his chair back to give me more room. He patted his lap again, inviting me. “Come on.”

“How long do I have to sit here?” I asked, sitting down on his lap. 

When I was completely on his lap he scooted his chair forward so our legs were under the table. “Just until I lose,” he said.

“Ahhh, whatever.”  As I settled onto his lap I looked around the table in shame. Uncle Oliver was silently giggling, Daniel was just looking at Nate with a sense of pride, and Joshua was sitting perfectly still, red with either anger or embarrassment, probably both. 

As the next hand was being played everyone seemed to settle back into their routines. I clearly was not playing any longer so I just had to just sit and watch. As the games went on, I found my back was starting to hurt. I’d been sitting on Nate’s thighs, closer to his knees and was getting increasingly uncomfortable. After the fifth hand, he must have sensed my discomfort and patted my bottom, silently telling me to move back. I was worried Joshua and the others would start asking questions, so I waited until Nate reached forward to push some chips in the middle of the table and moved my butt back so I was sitting against his crotch. 

“Oh!” I said when I felt his erection rubbing against my ass.

“Are you Ok?” Joshua quickly asked. 

“Oh, yeah, just had a hiccup,” I lied. 

Nate was gentleman enough to play along and slid a hand up my hip to adjust me so his penis completely aligned with my crack. When he did that, I felt tingles shoot through my entire body. I’m sure I was as red as a tomato. 

They kept playing for another thirty minutes, chips moving from one side of the table to the other. Joshua was almost completely out of chips. Every time Nate would lean forward to play some chips I would wiggle further against his shaft. A few times he would lean forward, so close I could feel his breath against the back of my neck and I felt goosebumps shoot down my arms and legs. 

The next hand Joshua lost the last of his chips and asked if we could leave, but Nate refused. “You can leave, but she has to stay until I’m done.”

I thought for a second Joshua was going to leave without me, but he just walked over to the sofa and took a seat. 

After Joshua moved, the other guys moved their chairs around the table to give themselves more space. I noticed Nate moved his seat so that no one would have a clear view of our legs under the tables. When he adjusted his seat, he patted his lap again and I took my seat. This time, as I was sitting down, Nate made sure to lift my dress up so that it was just my panties rubbing up against him as he let his shaft settle along my crack again.

As the game continued, Nate would occasionally whisper something in my ear causing me to giggle even if what he was saying wasn’t funny. Now that no one had a clear view of our legs, he let his free hand settle on my thigh and lightly brush his fingers up and down. His hands felt so good. As his fingers traced my thighs I was reminded again of what he’d done to me in the car, how he’d made me feel. Even though I hated myself for getting aroused, I couldn’t help the way my body responded to his touch. He then asked if I wanted to hold the cards and play along with him and I agreed, freeing up both of his hands. A few times I looked over at Joshua to see if he was looking, but apparently had found something on TV he found more interesting. The other men didn’t seem to notice me squirming against Nate’s long dick, or when he would let his hands wander up my dress, along my thighs and squeeze my hips and then move to the front of my panties and graze my pussy. I shouldn’t have been surprised when he touched me there. I was all but begging to be touched there. I told myself that I shouldn’t feel guilty about it; that was being forced to sit on his lap. It wasn’t like I had asked him to touch me. I inhaled deeply when he moved my panties aside and started rubbing my soaking wet pussy. My legs opened on their own, welcoming his long, powerful fingers. I was burning with desire. I wanted him to do what he’d done to me that morning in the car. 

Nate’s fingers rubbed up and down between my folds. I felt myself getting flush and my mouth went dry. I think all of the moisture in my body was between my legs. I felt his fingers moving towards my clit but then stopped. I thought he was teasing me but then realized that even his long fingers couldn’t reach because my panties were in the way. I tried to wiggle and squirm on his lap to improve his reach but it wasn’t going to happen. I snuck a peek at Joshua who was still on the sofa watching television and then looked over my shoulder to see Nate’s dimpled grin. 

“Can I go to the restroom?” I asked him. 

Nate pulled his hand away. “Sure, just hurry, I don’t want my lap to get cold.”

I walked around the corner to the restroom and stood in front of the mirror. What are you doing? I asked myself. You have a boyfriend! Shaking my head, I pushed those thoughts from my mind. I told myself that if I was going to have to sit on Nate’s lap then I should at least allow myself to be comfortable. I then reached down and pulled off my panties and stuffed them in the back of a drawer. 

When I walked back to the game room Joshua looked up. “Is everything alright?”

I just nodded and quickly looked away. I realized then that, even though I’d let his brother touch me all day, this was the first time I’d actually done something consciously to encourage it. I was choosing this. I wanted this. Still, I couldn’t let on. 

“Can I be done?” I asked Nate. 

Nate shook his head. “No way. A deal’s a deal.”

Relieved he’d said no, I sat down on his lap again. When I settled on his lap I was disappointed to discover his erection was gone. I didn’t need to be. After about ten seconds of sitting on his lap I felt him poking my ass again. God! He feels so big! 

For some reason Nate did not try to move his hand up my dress again. I figured he must have decided I got up because he’d spooked me. I thought about just letting things be and waiting for the game to be over, but feeling his hardness rub against was making me totally horny. Deciding I needed to do something, I waited until Daniel and Oliver were talking to each other and reached down and took hold of Nate’s hand. I then guided his hand to my leg and put it there. He quickly took the hint and began rubbing my thighs again. So nice.

A feeling of relief spilled through me. I was so happy to feel his touch again. Just a few hours ago I would have been nauseous at the thought of Nate rubbing my private places. Now, it was the only thing in the world I wanted. Nate’s fingers moved higher and I welcomed him by opening my legs. When his finger finally made it to my pussy I heard a hum escape his lips. Discovering I’d removed all barriers, he took the encouragement and started rubbing my wet opening. 

“Do you want to hold the cards again?” Nate asked. 

I was so caught up in the feeling of his touch I almost didn’t hear him. “Huh?...Oh, yeah.” I said, taking the cards and freeing up both of his hands again.   

 I did my best to make it look like nothing was happening, but I’m not sure how convincing I was. Somehow, Nate was able to act as though nothing was happening, placing bets and instructing me to add chips while looking over my shoulder at the cards, all the while his fingers working expertly inside of me. I felt an orgasm building inside of me. I was close. I thought for sure he was going to make me finish, but he would withdraw his fingers just before I could experience a release. 

As the game went on, he kept teasing me, bringing me close and then pulling his hand away. Either he was being a complete asshole or he was afraid I’d scream and give us away. He ended up moving his hands back to my hips. His strong thumbs would massage my hips, squeezing my ass cheeks together against his cock. I don’t know if it was how he was touching me or the fact that I was trying to contain my arousal, but every touch brought me more and more on edge. Eventually, I was leaning completely forward, my elbows on the table, pushing my backside against him, grinding along his shaft. I could feel the moisture building between my legs and my nipples harden. I knew I should not have been enjoying my punishment, but my body was responding on instinct. Oh, God. What was happening to me?