Chapter 2
2
Lukas
I snatch the ball out of the air and land down with a wide-open field in front of me. None of my opponents saw me coming. The crowd roars in a wild applause, shouting their excitement as I take off toward the end zone. My heart is pounding in my ears. My feet are pounding on the turf. The win is so close I can taste it. But suddenly there’s someone blocking my path. Not a defensive guard…but her.
She appears on the field, right in my line to the goal. Dressed in her cheerleading uniform, but she’s not cheering for me to run. She wants me to stop. My feet start to slow as I grow closer. My blood starts to run hot as I stare her down. The air is heaving in my lungs. I can see the clock behind her head ticking down fast. Seven seconds until the game is over. If I don’t get the goal, the other team is going to win and take the championship.
I hear a shout from one of my teammates and it sets me in motion. I pick up my pace, sprinting at a diagonal to avoid barreling into her, but she appears again, blocking my line to the end zone. Her voice whispers in my ear, telling me I have a choice to make. “Which score do you want, Lukas? Me or the win?”
I feel the tension roll down my spine as I see it in her eyes. I know exactly what she wants. The sweat beads on my forehead, dripping down my neck. The crowd is shouting for me to run. The other team is closing in, but I’m frozen. I don’t know what she’s doing. And I don’t understand why my dick is trying to pry its way through my pants.
The last second ticks to zero and then the buzzer sounds. The game is over. We lost the championship.
Boos ring out, echoing throughout the stadium. My teammates are shouting at me. And there she is, her innocent smile forming on her lips.
The anger rushes in and I want to punish her for distracting me. I want to make her pay for blocking me from the win. For ruining my chance. For tempting me into doing something I shouldn’t.
I throw the ball down, shrug off my helmet, then stalk forward. Her eyes grow wide as she sees me coming. The rage is running through my veins, and I can see the panic forming on her soft features as she starts to retreat. But it’s too late. She should’ve thought about the consequences when she decided to tempt the devil. Her little body suddenly turns, and she takes off in a sprint toward the end zone, but I’m ten steps ahead of her, my feet carrying me faster, and I block her pass. Scooping her up and tackling her right down to the ground, pinning her onto her back under the field goal.
“Why are you running, little lamb? I thought this is what you wanted?”
I run my hand up her thigh and grab her over her bloomers, gripping her hot little cunt. She lets out a garbled sound, something between a moan of need and a whimper of fear. Whether she likes it or not, she’s going to pay the price for fouling up my nerves and blocking me from the win.
“Do you hear that?” I grind down into her center, pressing my palm right over her entrance. She’s soaked through and swollen. Undeniably wanting what she’s now afraid of. “They’re all shouting in your honor.”
The boos have turned into obscene jaunts, egging me on. The crowd wants her to pay, and I won’t disappoint them again. I’m going to punish her until she’s screaming her apologies, begging for forgiveness. “Now, spread these thighs and give me what you promised.”
“Lukas.” She’s now terrified, wanting to retract her offer. But it’s too late. She should’ve thought about that before she fucked us over. Now, I’m going to fuck her in front of everyone in the stadium.
“You told me to choose.” I press down on her clit, forcing the pleasure on her as her nerve to fuck me starts to retract. “I’ve chosen.”
“Lukas!”
I wake in a jolt, bolting upright in my bed. Breathing hard and heavy. Fuck. I’m so damn thankful dad woke me when he did. The dream was quickly becoming a nightmare. And worse is the fact that I’m sitting here with a raging hard-on and my stepsister’s face haunting my thoughts.
“Lukas! Are you coming down for dinner?” He knocks on my door, and I pull the blanket over my lap in case he decides to come in.
“Yeah. I’ll be down in a minute.” I just need to go to the bathroom and splash some cold water on my face. Get my boner calmed before I make a scene at the dinner table.
I rise from the bed and catch a glimpse of our family photo sitting on top of my dresser, and thankfully my erection deflates with the gravity of disgust. It was just a dream. There’s nothing to be worried about. I don’t want to fuck my stepsister. I’m not a sick bastard.