Chapter 3 Jake
JAKE
The next week is absolute torture.
Having Piper in the house with me is like a willpower test—one I’m quickly starting to fail.
All she does is prance around in outfits that feel like they were designed to tempt me.
Short-shorts, crop-tops, belly shirts, lace.
Hell, even when she wears PJs, they can’t hide her incredible figure.
And bras? I’m not sure Piper even knows what a bra is, or at least doesn’t see them as a necessity when she’s home.
It’s like she’s intentionally trying to tempt me.
I try to keep my distance, but she spends so much time in the bathroom every morning—taking the longest shower imaginable, then taking forever to fix her hair and dry off. It’s inevitable that I’ll run into her.
I’ve even had to kick her out a few times so I could shower. Yesterday I just said fuck it and moved my stuff to the downstairs guest bathroom just so I could avoid running into her.
Then this morning, when I was making my bacon and eggs in the kitchen, she walked in barefooted, wearing boy-shorts and a tank top that was practically see-through.
I had to twist away so I was facing the counter just to hide the bulge straining against my pants.
“Hey, bro,” she said with a giggle, grabbing a juice from the fridge. Her back arched like she was deliberately giving me a view. “Doing some more woodworking today?”
“Yup” was all I was able to say. I’ve taken to using one-word replies with her, just to keep the conversations short so I can get her away from me.
If she stays too close for too long, it could all come crashing down…
Thankfully, I found a day job with a local carpenter doing woodworking. I picked it up in prison, and now it’s a dream of mine to one day have my own shop making custom furniture.
I work for a great guy named Gus, and I’m learning a lot every day. Being careful around the equipment also forces me to focus, which keeps my mind off of Piper.
It’s nearly an impossible task not to picture her when I’m away. Every second is a struggle to push away thoughts of her curves, her lips, the way her eyes shine when she looks at me…
I’ve started to think she’s deliberately tempting me into doing something, but she’s just so innocent that I wonder if she even understands what she’s doing to me.
My teeth clench as I think back to last week and that scumbag with his arm around her, trying to drag her out of the bar like she belonged to him. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him.
It makes me smile to think about feeling his nose break against my knuckles when I socked him in the face. Maybe now he’ll think twice before messing with my woman.
All I’ve done, for the last seven days, is dream about her.
I wake up with her scent in my nose, remembering the feel of her skin against mine, the warmth from her body and the dainty breaths she took as I drove her home.
My mind has been filled with visions that shake me to my core, waking me in the night with a raging hard-on that I have to take care of. Hell, sometimes I have to jerk off twice in one night just to quell my desire.
Just last night, I was this close to marching into her room and—
“Jake, look out!” Gus shouts. I whirl just in time to catch several planks of cedar as they fall from the rack. I was walking right past them, lost in my thoughts of Piper, and didn’t even realize I’d brushed against them.
“Shit, sorry!” I call out, quickly stacking them back where they belong. Jesus. Now I’m almost fucking killing myself cause I can’t stop thinking of fucking my goddamn step-sister.
“Jesus, man, you okay? That’s the second time today you’ve seemed like you’re off in another world.”
He’s right. I might as well be too. I slam my fist into my palm, using the pain to deaden my thoughts—push my fantasies aside.
“I’ve just got a lot on my mind, ya know? Being home, Dad’s expectations.” He nods. It’s a half-truth. I am thinking about those things, but what’s distracting me most is Piper.
The last two hours of work are torture. I can barely keep my mind on the job. It’s like the pressure of the week has been building and building, and I can’t stop thinking about her. My goddamn step-sister.
The one girl I can’t have, but the one girl I desperately want.
She is mine! That’s all I can think when I remember seeing her back at Chuckie’s with another man’s arm around her. That will never happen again. Not on my watch.
But how am I supposed to claim her if I’m not allowed to put my hands on her? She’s family now. And if Dad finds out…
I seriously need to figure something out—a way to distract myself from this uncontainable lust that’s rising up inside me. If I don’t do something about it…
…well, I don’t know what’s going to happen.
I stop at Chuckie’s for a drink and a burger before heading home. Anything to keep away from her.
Part of me hopes to run into that guy from last week so I can rebreak his nose, but the only customers there are a couple of folks playing darts in the corner.
When I get back to the house, I head straight for the guest bathroom. To my surprise, when I open the door, I find Piper standing there wearing absolutely nothing. Not even a towel.
She yelps and covers herself with her shirt, but it’s too late. I’ve seen everything.
Blood rushes to my cock as I slam the door, shouting apologies through the wood. But then it hits me. This is my bathroom now, and she knows it.
“What the hell are you doing in there?” I bark, the tension causing every muscle in my body to contract.
“Um, it’s a bathroom. Am I not allowed to use it?”
I almost laugh at how ridiculous her reply is. She can’t be this na?ve. She must be fucking with me—taunting me, teasing me. Stretching me to my limit and daring me to break.
“Well, can you put some clothes on and get out so I can shower?” I call out. “I just got off work.”
“Fine,” she replies with a sigh, as if my request is beyond absurd. Just the sound of her breath has my pulse pumping heavily. “Just let me put some clothes on.”
Christ, as if I needed any more reason to be turned on. My cock is already pulsing between my thighs. My balls are aching as I push aside fantasies of rushing in there and claiming her with all the fire and intensity that’s raging through me now.
All I’ve wanted for the last week is to have my way with her. To ravage her. Blow her mind and give her an experience she will never forget.
I want to watch her gorgeous face twist with pleasure as I claim her innocence. I want to hear her cry out my name as she nearly passes out from all the things I do to her—things she’s never experienced that will leave her forever changed. Things that will make her mine.
I’ll worship her…
I’ll claim her again and again—
“No,” I curse, my voice low. “You know it’s impossible.”
I turn to go back to the kitchen and find my dad standing there, glaring at me like I’ve just drained his debit card.
“What’s all the racket?” he asks, his eyes stern.
“Nothing,” I growl, pushing past him. “Piper just thought she’d take over my bathroom, that’s all.”
“Your bathroom’s upstairs,” he replies, following me as I go to the sink to get a glass of cold water.
This is the last thing I need right now. Dad on my back, policing the place like a dictator. Yeah, it’s his house, I get it. But as soon as I have the cash, I’ll be out of here. It’s the only option I have that doesn’t lead to the destruction of this family.
“Well, two’s a crowd,” I reply, downing the glass in one gulp. I’m so goddamn hot that I can feel the water as it goes down my throat.
It does nothing to cool me down, though. Piper has me burning. It’s going to take something a little more drastic…a little more private to put a dent in the lust that’s taking me over.
I leave Dad in the kitchen and take the stairs two at a time, hearing Piper come out of the bathroom behind me.
“Jake!” she calls, but I slam my bedroom door shut and make sure it’s locked. I can hear her calling my name as she comes up to the second floor.
Christ, is she trying to break me? The crotch of my pants is ready to burst at the seams from just how hard I am. My cock belongs in her. Just thinking about how tight she must be has my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Leave me alone!” I bark. My tone is probably a bit harsh, but I’m holding on by a thread here. If I don’t hold it together, I’m going to do something I won’t ever be able to take back.
I hear her out there, just outside the door. Is she waiting for me?
If she was any other girl, I’d think she was planning this all out as a way to seduce me. A sly little temptress with me wrapped around her pinky.
But in the last week, she’s mentioned several times that she’s never had a boyfriend. And the look that followed had a pretty clear message. I’m a virgin, Jake.
I hear something through the door that pulls at my heart. Soft, choked sobs. Piper is crying.
Instantly, I’m on my feet. I race to the door and tug it open to see her standing there wiping tears from her eyes.
She quickly tries to compose herself and looks up at me with such innocence, such purity, that I’m suddenly aware of my own strength. I could break her right now if I wanted to.
“Are you…okay?” I ask, feeling guilty as hell.
She shrugs and tosses her hands in the air. “Did I do something wrong, Jake?”
“Piper…”
“Why are you always mad at me? You act like you never want to be around me at all.”
She’s right. I don’t want to be around her. Because I know if I am, I’ll eventually lose control. Then I’ll never want to be anywhere else but with her.
“I…uh…” My mind spins, trying to come up with a lie that will make sense, calm her down. “Look, Piper, I know I can be an asshole. I don’t mean to be. But I did go to jail, ya know?”
She nods, but she’s obviously not convinced. “Yeah.”
“I’ll try to be nicer from now on, okay?”
“Okay. Can I have a hug?” Before I can answer, she leans in and wraps her arms around me. Her soft breasts press against my chest, and her intoxicating scent almost knocks me out. I brace myself and almost hug her back with one arm. I barely let myself touch her without committing fully.
I can’t. It’s too dangerous.
“Piper, I have to go to sleep. Work was hard today.”
Again, she nods, but she doesn’t let go of me. Not right away. She hugs me long and hard, like I might fly off into the night if she doesn’t hold on tightly.
Desire swells within me. My cock stiffens, and I have to tilt my hips back so she doesn’t feel my enormous bulge.
“Sorry,” she says when she finally backs off. “I’m just…emotional.”
“It’s all right,” I reply, adding nothing else to the conversation. I just need to put some distance between us, so I step back.
Finally, she gives me the cutest little wave, then turns and walks to her room. I try to stop myself, but I can’t help tossing a quick glance her way as she goes.
My eyes are glued to her ass, and I trace my lower lip with my tongue. Like a perfect peach, just waiting to be worshipped. How can one girl be so perfect?
Quickly, I slam the door and lock it again.
That’s it. I have to take care of this now. I’m so goddamn hard that I’m already about to burst.
I spit on my palm and start rubbing the tip of my hard-on as I think about peeling off Piper’s short-shorts and dragging my tongue up her pussy.
That’s right—I want to eat out my step-sister. Sue me.
It’s so fucking wrong, but that only makes it hotter.
But that’s all it can be—a fantasy. Because if I give in to Piper and take her once, I’ll never be able to let go.
I’m so pent up with desire that I come in seconds. My climax rocks me, and I bust all over my stomach, my jaw clenched tight to keep myself from groaning loud enough that she could hear.
Once I finally come down, I grab a dirty T-shirt and wipe myself off. Then I head for the shower.
Thankfully, Piper’s not there.
I glance at the closed door to her bedroom. My muscles are tight. It would be so easy to just open it, rush in there, and take her. I’ve sworn I’ll keep my distance, but I can feel the cracks starting to form in my resolve.
I can feel myself starting to slip.
Keeping my distance will no longer save me. The next time she flirts with me, I might not be able to say no.