She nodded and walked past me to the fridge pulling a bottle of water out. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Her voice shook. She unscrewed the cap from the bottle and took a sip of water. I put my plate down and went back to the fridge for a bottle of water for myself. As I went to walk past her, she grabbed my shirt and leaned in, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered.
I looked down at her, her eyes met mine and she looked me deep in the eyes. It was the first time she had really looked at me in almost four months. Those beautiful green eyes staring back at me, I wished the moment could go on forever. My eyes washed over her face, to her lips and back to those green eyes and as if in slow motion I raised my right hand to her cheek and slowly leaned into her, our lips meeting. For an entire year I had dreamed of kissing those lips and now as we stood in our parents’ kitchen, I was kissing her, my stepsister.
As my tongue parted her lips and jutted into her mouth, I felt my cock jump with excitement and harden. I knew she felt it too, because suddenly she pulled away, embarrassment filling her face. Before I could say anything, she ran from the room and I heard her bedroom door slam shut.
SEVEN
Logan
I tried to talk to her after I realized what had happened between us. I had called to her from downstairs and even went to her room to try to speak with her, but instead of coming out of her room she asked that I leave her be. So, I jumped into the shower.
I held the towel around my waist but because it was a smaller one, I had to hold both ends closed with my hand. I was just about to my room when Leah shot out of her own room and right into my chest. The contact caused me to jerk backward, losing my grip on the towel.
It fell to the floor leaving me standing there completely naked, her eyes wandered my body. I could see her cheeks get that rosy colored hue to them while her eyes widened as she looked down to my cock. Perhaps she had never seen a naked man before, maybe I was the first. As my eyes washed over her I could see her nipples poking through her tank top and when our eyes met, she cleared her throat and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.
I took a step toward her leaving my towel on the floor in the hallway and smashed into her lips once again, only this time I let my hands wander, running my palms over her hardened nipples. I was hard as a fucking rock and wanted her to take me in her hands, but she didn’t, she kept her hands placed on my chest as if she was going to try and stop me from what I was doing.
As our lips parted, my lips traveled to her neck, and I heard her small voice as she said, “Logan, we can’t do this.” Instead of pulling away, she continued to kiss me for a minute before she pushed away from me and quickly turned and headed back into her room. Separating us by shutting the door. She left me standing stark naked in the hallway with a raging hard on. I had no idea what I had been thinking, but she was right, this couldn’t happen.
When I woke on Saturday, I got dressed and headed down to the kitchen. I had hoped to talk to Leah, so I could apologize and pray to god she didn’t speak a word of this to our parents. However, I found a note on the kitchen table telling me she was already up, and she’d gone to stay with Jenna.
Mom and Joe returned home early Sunday morning followed by Leah a little later. We spent the day as a family; we went to church as we did every week where I prayed for forgiveness for what had happened between us. Then like always we went for breakfast. She acted as normal as always, never looking or speaking to me. Although that wasn’t the part that hurt the most, Monday morning she didn’t even get up to say goodbye before I left.
At first, I thought I had dreamed the whole kiss thing, but as I stood at the airport, I could still taste her and feel her soft lips on mine. Mom stood beside me as we checked the board with all the flight information. “Looks like your flight will be on time,” she said pulling me out of my memories.
“Yep.” I stood there trying to fight what was eating at me. Aside from Leah occupying my mind, I was suddenly very worried for my mother. I was worried that Joe really couldn’t be trusted, and I was concerned for her welfare. I mean once I was gone, who would be there for her if things fell apart.
I stood there watching the flight board fighting back the urge to say anything to her at all.
“You sure you have everything dear?” she asked placing her keys into her purse and sipping from her coffee cup.
I don’t know what came over me, but the words fell from my lips before I could stop them. “Mom, can I tell you something?” I asked her, looking down at the ticket in my hand.
“Of course, sweetie, anything.”
I paused still not sure how to tell her what was on my mind. “I’m worried, Mom, about you.”
“What? Why?”
I swallowed hard, “What if Joe turns out not to be the man you think he is?”
“What do you mean by that, Logan?”
“Well, it’s just you’ve given up everything, Mom.”
She frowned at me. “Logan, I haven’t given up everything.”
“Yes, you have. As soon as you married and moved in with Joe, you gave up your independence and became the happy little housewife. Look at you.”
Mom looked at me, I could see the tears building in her eyes, but I didn’t care. I was worried about her and she needed to know it. I wanted her to know that I thought she had made a mistake; people weren’t that happy together.
“Look at you. You guys got married and in less than a week you had given up your job, our home, even your car. I mean what happens if he leaves, Mom. Where are you going to go?”
“Logan, that is enough. Joe isn’t going anywhere, and I haven’t given up anything, I traded it for a better life for us and I have a car. We are in love, Logan, and once you understand what that is you will understand what we have.”
“No, Mom, seriously. What if he leaves? I am sure you didn’t think Dad would leave.”