Epilogue Jude
As soon as I’ve checked to make sure my bags are in my room, I head back to the girls’ dormitory. I meet Eliza as I cross the courtyard and she turns to watch me before calling out, “Where do you think you’re going, Dearth?”
“None of your fucking business, Jackson.”
“Girls’ dorms are off-limits for guys.”
That stops me in my tracks. “What?” I turn on my heel.
Eliza shrugs, twining a lock of hair around her finger as she walks up to me. “It’s the rules.”
“I need to speak to Harper.”
“Then phone her.” Eliza tilts her head to the side. “So...are you seeing anyone?”
I laugh, and I’m not sure who’s more shocked by that sound—me or Eliza. She steps back, frowns hard, and spins on her heel before storming away.
Huh. I might actually survive this.
I glance over at the girls’ dorm building, scoping the area around the exit. I wasn’t kidding when I told Harper I was imagining tying her up with those white stockings. On the way to my dorm, I saw another two female students, and they were wearing the same thing. I’m more than a little excited to see what Harper looks like in the getup. I wonder when she’ll be getting her uniform?
When I check my phone, there’s only one bar of signal, and the call doesn’t go through when I try to call my stepsister. There’s a big oak tree near the exit to the girls’ dorm, so I lean against it as I wait for Harper to emerge. It’s getting close to lunchtime, and I want to walk with her to the cafeteria. Besides Eliza, I have no idea who else is enrolled in Cinderhart Academy. I didn’t really keep up with the kids from high school after Harper and I went to Camp Joy.
After five minutes, I send Harper a text.
U OK?
Thankfully that does go through, but after a minute she doesn’t respond, and that immediately gets my back up. I know there aren’t predators waiting around every fucking corner, but Harper is too important to me. If anything ever happens to her, I don’t know what the fuck I’d do.
Obviously, I’ll kill anyone who dares touch her.
I’m just about to go into the girls’ dorm, fuck the rules, when the stained-glass door swings open and a student walks out. I pause, not wanting to go through when someone can see me?—
And then I realize the student is Harper.
I’m still dressed in my dark jeans, my old Cinderhart High letterman’s jacket over a plain white tee. Now I’m wondering if I was supposed to change?—
Fuck that. I’m wondering if Harper is wearing panties.
I let out a low wolf-whistle, and Harper turns to look at me. A smile pulls at her lips, and she glances around before trotting over to me. She slows as she comes near, so I reach out and drag her behind the oak tree. There are windows facing us, but most are covered with ivy. And anyway, the school is deserted. I passed a senior who looked surprised to see me in the hallway with him and when I asked, he said classes only start next week.
“You’re wearing stockings,” I growl into her ear as I pull her up against me.
“Cute, huh?”
All I can manage is a rumble as I run my hands over her plump little ass and squeeze. She gasps softly into my ear, going onto her tiptoes.
“If you think my stockings are cute,” Harper whispers up at me, “then you should see my underwear.”
“Mmm.” I force her against me, grinding my erection into her belly. “I think you should show me.” I push her away, leaning casually against the tree as I rake my eyes over her.
Harper glances around again as if to make sure no one can see us, and then grabs the front of her dress and slowly lifts up the skirt.
“Oh you dirty, dirty little slut,” I murmur, biting at my bottom lip.
She’s not wearing anything under her uniform. I reach for her, but she quickly takes a step back. “Not out here, are you crazy?” she whispers, her cheeks going pink.
“I’ll have you whenever and wherever the fuck I want.” I lunge at her and grab her around the waist.
She lets out a surprised squeal that I quickly cut off with a hand on her mouth. Her eyes go wide in shock as I spin her around and pin her against the oak tree. She struggles, but as soon as I wedge my body between her thighs, there’s nothing she can do to stop me.
I grab her thighs and urge them around my waist, opening her to me.
“Jude, oh my God, what are you doing?”
“As if you want me to stop,” I say through a cheeky grin.
“Jude, fuck, anyone could?—”
“Then we’d better be quick.” I shove my hand between our bodies, groaning when I swipe my hand over her pussy and feel how soft and smooth she is. A second later, when I crush my mouth against hers, that pussy becomes slick with arousal.
“Hurry,” she whispers into our kiss.
“You know I don’t like to be rushed, sis. ”
She groans at that and bucks her hips forward, grinding her pussy against the flat of my hand. I slip two fingers inside her, nipping her earlobe as I slowly finger her tight pussy.
Harper pushes against me, grabbing onto my shoulders for leverage, her thighs clamping tight around my waist. “Oh fuck,” she says, her face nuzzling into the side of my neck. “God that’s good.”
“Want to feel even better?”
“Jude, we can’t.”
“Think I give a fuck?”
“If someone sees?—”
I grab her jaw, pushing her head against the tree. “Then they get a free show,” I whisper furiously.
My cock is bursting to be let out. I slip it out, groaning when Harper looks down at it as I get ready to thrust into her. But before I can push into her, she starts rocking her hips back and forth, gliding her wet pussy over my shaft.
“Fuck,” I growl, licking my lips as I watch her lubing up my cock. “You’re getting good at that, my dirty slut.”
“Shut up and fuck me before someone sees us,” she says, hooking her ankles behind my back and opening her thighs wide.
I push into her wet slit with a furious grunt, shuddering when her tight walls clutch me. We find each other’s mouths, licking and biting each other as I start fucking her against the tree. With every powerful thrust of my hips, Harper lets out a pained little mewling sound that drives me through the fucking roof.
We both freeze when someone giggles a few yards away. Harper opens her mouth, about to tell me to stop but I clap my hand over her mouth and carry on fucking her anyway.
“...it’s never too early to start shopping,” a girl says. She sounds close enough to be on the other side of the fucking tree.
Harper digs her fingers into my shoulder, her eyes screaming “no” as she tries to get out from under me. But I’ve gotten good at keeping her where I want—she’s staying right the fuck where she is until I’m done with her.
“I guess,” the girl’s friend says. “And at least they’ll have something my size.”
“So you’ll go with me on Saturday?”
God, I wish they’d stop talking. But at the same time, it’s so fucking hot. Here I am, fucking my stepsister not three yards away from two strangers.
At least, that’s what I think. Then a third voice joins the others. Christ, how many girls are on the other side of this tree? Thank God this trunk is so wide.
Harper is squirming, trying everything to get away from me, obviously freaked out by the girls nearby. So I give her something else to think about. I slide my hand over her thigh and squeeze hard at her tight ass.
Her eyes flutter, and I take my hand off her mouth. She doesn’t dare say anything now—the girls’ could easily hear. We have to try and breathe as quietly as possible. With that in mind, I start fucking her slow and sensual, letting her feel every inch of my rock-hard dick.
I grab both halves of her ass, wrenching her open even wider so I can get another inch deeper. She pushes her head back, her back arching, and slowly starts rocking into me.
Christ, but this feels so fucking good.
I stare down between us, watching my cock disappear into her gleaming slit. I inch my fingers closer to her cunt, and use them to drag her folds apart. She squirms, freezing, her face scrunching up.
Is she coming already? Christ, I wanted this to last forever.
I stop moving, exploring her wet pussy with my fingertips. The girls behind us are still talking about dresses, and I’m pretty sure a fourth one just joined them.
I dart forward and catch Harper’s mouth with mine, nibbling at her lips. Her tongue fights mine, and I slowly sink balls deep into her. Using my body to keep her pinned, I free up one hand and start stroking her clit. When I pull back and see her face contorting again, I pound hard into her, ignoring the way that sound carries.
The girls stop talking, but I couldn’t give a fuck if the whole school knew I was busy fucking my stepsister behind this tree. I bite down hard on my bottom lip as Harper comes over my cock, her body writhing and squirming where I have her pinned.
“What is that?” someone whispers.
A second later, I come too, thrusting into her one last time, hard enough to shake a few leaves off the closest branch.
“Is someone there?” a girl calls out.
I growl into Harper’s ear, pouring my seed into her as her pussy milks me for more. But she’s right—we can’t be found like this. I plant one more kiss on her plump mouth before stepping back and shoving my dick into my jeans.
She barely has time to pull her skirt down before a student steps around the tree and stops to stare at us.
I punch the trunk. “I can’t believe you got a better room than me,” I tell Harper, scowling at her as she huddles against the trunk trying to compose herself. “Mom and Dad are going to hear about this.”
Harper rallies magnificently. “Fuck you, Jude!” she snaps, shoving my chest. I stagger back, and she walks off with a swish to her hips I know is meant just for me.
I smirk when I see her steps aren’t all that steady.
When I turn back to the girl, she takes a hurried step back. “Sorry,” she whispers. “I thought?—”
“What?” I growl.
“Nothing!” she squeaks, disappearing behind the tree.
When I walk out and look back, I see a gaggle of five girls under the tree, all watching me leave with big eyes. Guess they think I’m a jerk, but that’s fine by me. Now no one will fuck with Harper or me.
Maybe Cinderhart Academy won’t be all that bad.
The End