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We went down stairs, trying to not look too happy or relaxed. Steve’s mom gave us a strange look, but didn’t say anything. I really hoped she didn’t turn her ‘I know you’re hiding something’ stare on me again, because I knew I’d crack and tell her pretty much everything that had happened in the attic. I really didn’t think she wanted to hear me compare her sons to each other in the sex area. I don’t think I really wanted to be able to compare the two. But I wasn’t complaining. I’m not exactly sure why it had happened, but it had, and I don’t think any of us had any regrets. Strangely, I felt closer to Steve than I ever had, and Matt was more like the brother I had wanted, as opposed to the one I had, although I really didn’t want to entertain thoughts of Declan having sex with anyone, especially me. As we sat and ate a seemingly endless stack of French toast, Steve, Matt and I laughed, telling stories about our college days. Matt was genuinely excited to be going back, mostly because it was his last year and he was itching to be out in the real world.
“…and I’ll probably be doing some student teaching,” Matt was saying as he drowned an innocent piece of toast in an ocean of syrup. “So I have that to look forward to, as well.”
“My little brother, educating the masses.” Steve chuckled.
“Hard to believe it’s the same boy we practically had to tie to a chair in order for him to do his homework,” Mr. Page said, smiling at his youngest son.
“Who better for a teacher, then,” Matt argued. “I know that a lot of these kids won’t want to do homework or put forth any real effort. Who better to try to change their minds than someone who was in the same situation?”
“As much as I hate to admit it,” I said, smiling slyly, “Matt’s got a point.” He stuck his tongue (oh that nice long tongue……..) out at me and said “See?” to his family.
We laughed and continued eating. We were almost done when Mrs. Page suddenly spoke up.
“So Ahnka, when are you due?”
Then ensuing moment was one of those definite Kodak moments. Steve spit coffee out, all over Matt, who realized what the question meant a moment later than his brother, actually at the moment the coffee hit his face. Their dad practically choked on a piece of toast. Their mom just smiled behind her mug. She knew exactly what that little remark would result in.
“Geez! How did? I mean did she?” Steve stammered “HOW DID YOU KNOW?” he asked quite loudly, looking sheepish went he realized how loud he had gotten.
“Oh, a woman can tell,” his mom said innocently as she patted her husband’s back.
Matt just looked at me, shocked.
Steve gave the same look to his mother.
She and I burst out laughing.
Their dad tried to calm himself with some juice.
Steve turned to me and said “You told her, I take it.”
“I had to,” I said. “She gave me that look.”
“You should be proud of her,” Steve’s mom said. “She managed to pour a glass of juice and sit down before cracking.”
“I get the same look quite often from your son. I’m getting used to it.”
“Well, if you would just tell me these things,” Steve said.
“Nah,” I said. “It’s much more fun to have you pry them out of me.”
Steve gave me a look that sent little shudders through me. I could almost read his mind thorough his eyes. ‘I’ll pry something out of you’ they seemed to be saying. I quickly excused myself and went to the bathroom, where I did my best to calm down. It was insane that Steve could just look at me and practically have me coming on the spot. Given what had gone on in the attic not long before, I shouldn’t have been this horn from just a look. But oh what a look it was……the mischievous glimmer in his eyes, the way his luscious lips puckered a bit before forming a smile…..
I turned on the cold water and splashed some on my face. I HAD to calm down. Good grief, if I was this bad this early in my pregnancy, how hot would I get when my hormones REALLY kicked in?
There was a knock at the door, and I heard Steve asking if I was alright.
“I will be in a minute,” I said when I opened the door. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the room, shutting the door as I crushed me lips to his. I was very greedy, admittedly. I needed to come. So I started rubbing myself against his thigh, moaning into his lips. He figured out what was going on and brought his thigh up, giving me a harder surface to rub on. I pressed against him as hard as I could, bucking my hips, straining for release. It didn’t take me long to shudder against him, and while I felt somewhat relieved, it felt like a very empty orgasm. I realized that it was because he had received absolutely no pleasure at all.
“I’m sorry,” I said, suddenly having the urge to cry. “I didn’t mean to use you like that…..” I sobbingly choked out what I was feeling, although I wasn’t completely sure myself. Steve ran his hands slowly up and down my back, comforting me. Once I had finished trying to explain, he lifted my chin with his fingers, rubbing a tear from my cheek with his thumb.
“Honey, I want you to understand one thing. You spontaneously humping my thigh will always give me pleasure.”
I was about to go off, how could he make light of this? But when I looked into his eyes, I saw he was serious. I quickly closed my mouth. Steve smiled at me.
“I never said anything, but you used to rub yourself against me in your sleep. I guess you were having some risqué sex dreams, or something. It drove me nuts, the way you’d press yourself against me, writhe and moan. Once, and I really wish I knew what you were dreaming then, you managed to give me a hand job in your sleep. I just laid there, you grinding against my hip, jerking me off, sound asleep. Well, you weren’t really jerking me off, it was more of a gripping clench….but still. It was a fantasy come true, almost. I remember wishing that it was something you were aware of…”
I wasn’t sure whether to be embarrassed or what. Steve sensed this, and he smiled at me.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said as he gently ran this thumb over my lips. “You have no idea how long that held me for spank material.”
“You used to fantasize about me when you jacked off?” I asked. I was strangely flattered.
“I used to fantasize about you whenever I did anything,” he said softly. “I still do. Only now, it’s not a fantasy…” His words trailed of as he brought his lips to mine and tenderly kissed me. Our lips danced for a few moments, then we pulled apart.
“Are you going to be like this your entire pregnancy?”
“What? Moody?”
“I meant horny, but moody works, too.”
“Yes, on both accounts. It’ll probably get worse as it goes.”
“Well, I can’t promise to always be able to help you with the mood swing, although I do promise to try and take them in stride, but I will definitely always be up to helping you with your horniness.” His sly grin told me he meant it. And that he was looking forward to it. I smiled at him and kissed him. He pressed his thigh, which was still between my legs, against me as he moved his mouth to my throat. As it did whenever Steve touched me, my heart began pounding. I felt a warmth form in my stomach as Steve glided his hands over my chest. My hips started moving against Steve’s thigh, and it didn’t take me long to peak again. This time, though, it was a true orgasm, no guilt attached, since it could clearly see Steve’s erection.
“We should head out, before my parents think we’re up to something.”
“We are up to something,” I said as I nuzzled his neck.
“True, but we don’t need to announce it.”
I saw his point, but I still pouted.
“It’s not like they don’t know we’re having sex,” I said.
“Yes, but that’s not the point.”
“What is the point then?” I purred, rubbing him through his pants. He didn’t immediately answer me. He was too involved in what I was doing to him. After a few moments, he slowly moved away.
“Well, I had a point when we started that conversation, but I can’t
for the life of me remember what it was.” His eyes had a very dreamy look
in them, and I wondered what he was thinking. I was thinking about
how much my life had changed in two short months, how nearly perfect it
was now. I had Steve, and our child. My life was finally complete..
“So when are you due, Ahnka?” he asked as he packed some t-shirts.
“Early April,” I said. I wasn’t exactly sure of the date, since I never paid attention to the exact date my period started, but the doctor figured it was probably the first week in April.
“I’m going to be an uncle!” Matt was almost giddy at the thought.
“When are you going to return the favor?” Steve asked as he spread out on Matt’s bed.
“It’s going to be quite a while before that,” Matt said, folding a pair of jeans. “I need to find the right woman, first.” He gave me a strange look, then quickly looked back to his packing. “There is a girl who I sort of got to know last semester, hopefully we’ll be able to hook back up.”
“What’s she like?” I asked.
“She’s a lot like you,” Matt said. “She doesn’t look like you, or anything, but she’s got the same personality as you. Well, she’s not quite as open as you, she’s really sort of shy. OK, so she’s not really anything like you, except you’re both women.”
“She sounds intriguing,” Steve said sarcastically. Matt flipped his brother the bird. Steve stood up and before long, they were wrestling on the floor. I was always amused by watching them wrestle. I think it was partly because I should have been closer to Declan. The other part, I realized, was because they looked so sexy when they wrestled. Having had both of them naked near me, I knew how attractive they both were. Strangely, watching Steve and his brother writhe around on the floor awoke a new desire in me. I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to see Steve kiss another man. I didn’t mean his brother, but I thought I knew someone who might be willing, assuming Steve was as well. It would just be a matter of broaching the subject gently.
I pushed those thoughts from my mind and looked at Steve and Matt. Matt had managed to pin Steve to the floor and was tickling him.
“No fair!” Steve called as he laughed. “I’m telling Mom!”
“Tattle-tale,” Matt said, going for his brother’s ribs.
“Brat!” Steve countered, throwing his body over so that Matt had to either move off or get pinned himself. They were on their hands and knees facing each other, and all sorts of sick twisted thoughts ran through my mind.
“Knock it off, you two,” I scolded, crossing my legs and trying to suppress the urge to fuck one, if not both, of them, silly. They looked at me much the same way I’m sure they looked at their mother when she scolded them. However, I’m pretty sure that the look didn’t make their mother want to do the things I wanted to do to her little boys (Little? Not quite. Boys? Not at all…….)
I could tell that Steve knew how hot I was. He sat and slowly ran his tongue over his teeth. A small tingle spread through my stomach and chest. He lowered his eyelids a bit, then ran his tongue from his lip, back over his teeth, and into his mouth. I felt dampness spread between my legs. My entire attention was focused on Steve’s tongue, which he kept running over his teeth and lips. With my legs crossed the way they were, the thick seams of my jeans pressed against me if I tilted my hips a bit. So I did, watching Steve’s tongue dart in and out of his mouth, glide across his voluptuous lips, imagining that it was running across my skin, lashing across my clit, dipping into me…..
I gripped the back of the chair with my hands, somewhat aware that the knuckles where turning white. I could hear my breathing become louder, more ragged. My pulse was pounding in my ears as I practically felt Steve’s tongue on me, even though he was a good four feet away.
He rolled his tongue and thrust it back and forth between his pursed lips rapidly, as if it were me he was plunging into, and I rocked me hips quicker, crossing my legs tighter, feeling an orgasm building. I closed my eyes and bit on my lip, trying to stifle a moan. As I panted, coming down from what was the most uniquely achieved orgasm I’d ever had, I heard Matt say in awe “You didn’t even touch her! You have got to teach me that!” Steve just chuckled.
“First, you need to get yourself a girl whose a hornball to begin with, then get her pregnant so that the merest look gets her wet,” Steve said.
I slowly opened my eyes. Steve smiled at me.
“I told you’d I’d always be able to help you when you’re horny,” he said.
“I believe you,” I replied.
Matt went back to packing, and when he was done, we helped him carry his stuff down to his car. Steve tried to keep me from helping, but I flat out stated that I refused to be treated like an invalid, and if he insisted on treating me as such, I would withhold sex. So we both new it was an idle threat. He still got my meaning, and let me carry some of the lighter things. Once Matt’s car was packed, we all went out for dinner at Matt’s favorite restaurant, then spent the evening lounging around their living room, watching movies. Since Matt had to leave early in the morning, we all turned in early. For which I was thankful. I showered, then waited impatiently for Steve to do the same. As soon as he came into the room, wearing nothing but a towel, I was on him. I grabbed the towel and tossed it aside, immediately kissing his rapidly hardening member.
“I need to fuck you,” I said as I ran my tongue over his tip. “All that teasing you did today has only made me need you more.” Steve hurriedly pulled my nightgown up over my head while I ran over him with my mouth.
“I’ve wanted to taste you,” I whispered. “I’ve wanted to feel you. God, all I could think about during dinner was having your cock inside of me.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” Steve panted. I climbed up his body and sat down on him, savoring the feel of him sliding into me, his thick cock completely filling me was almost enough to make me come. I started sliding up and down in quick hard thrusts, but something wasn’t right, so I slid off of him, moving to my hands and knees, waggling my ass a bit to tell him I wanted him to take me from behind. Steve quickly moved into position and thrust into me.
“Tell me how you want it,” he panted.
“I want it hard,” I said. “Pound into me, Steve. Fuck me hard, god…please.”
Steve began to move, hard and fast, just like I asked. It felt so good to have him in me. I loved the way he grabbed a hold of my hips to pull me onto him. I loved the small moan that escaped him each time he thrust deep into me. I loved the way his thighs felt as they brushed against mine. Most of all, I loved the extreme orgasm that rushed over me. It was very intense, since I had been so stimulated through out the day, and when it had passed, I was completely numb. I couldn’t even support myself on my arms, so I ended up collapsed in a heap in front of Steve. He gently rolled me over onto my back, running his fingers up my thighs to my core. I didn’t think it would be possible for me to become aroused again, but Steve made sure I did, recreating the scene in Matt’s bedroom. Only this time his tongue did actually dance across my pussy. When he started sucking on my clit, I came again, laying on the bed, shuddering, tingling, and not quite sure if I would ever be able to move.
“Oh, Steve,” I murmured breathlessly. “God, you do amazing things to me.”
He laid beside me and wrapped his arm around me.
“I try. Do you think that’ll tide you over for the night?”
“It might. If not, I’ll just hump your thigh,” I added with a smile. My smile quickly faded. “Did you come?” I asked.
“I can’t,” he admitted. “You’ve drained me.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling tears well up again. Damn it, I hated being an emotional wreck.
“Don’t be sorry! It takes a special woman to fuck me dry.”
He smiled at me, at first mischievous, and then tenderly. He pulled
me against him as he brought the blankets up over us. We said our
‘I love you’s and our goodnights, then cuddled up and slept the night through.