Without Protection (Taking the Brat)

Without

Protection:

Taking the Brat

By

Kyra Keeley

***

This is a work of fiction that contains adult situations. All semblances to persons or places, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.

I
feel like I had a good reason to skip school today, I rationalize, crawling back under my covers. If that lousy boyfriend had not dumped me like I was nothing, you can bet I would be sitting in first period right now, waiting for the bell to ring, so I could give him a quick kiss in the hallway before English.

But, he did ditch me, and f
or my best friend I might add. The whole fucked up situation hurts me worse than when I broke my arm on the swing set in third grade.

Even worse, is that
I know that bitch used all my secrets as ammunition to steal my boyfriend from me. I’m sure she told him that I wasn’t ready to go all the way, but
she
was. That I didn’t trust him, but
she
did. Then the topper, that I had a crush on an older man that I wouldn’t tell her anything about, and that we were probably having sex behind his back.

The last
one was probably the real kicker and it was also the most innocent. What I was too embarrassed to tell her was that that older man was my stepfather, Noah. Like that would ever happen, even if deep down I wanted it to. If that had gotten out, I probably wouldn’t be able to go the entire last week of school
and
have had to go to school halfway across the country.

All of t
his is why there is no way I’m showing my face in that lousy school today, it will be hard enough to go tomorrow.

I feel so
dejected; I don’t even want to see the sun. I throw the covers over my head and cry myself back to sleep.

I wake back up just as the afternoon begins, deciding
to give fully in to my post break-up meltdown. Having cried all the tears that I have in me, I decide that I just want to do everything bad that a person can do home alone in the matter of one day. Yeah, I’m still mad, but I imagine I might be a little less angry if I drink some of my parents booze, smoke some of their pot, eat ice cream, and watch soap operas. After this day of indulgence, it will be back on my feet and onward, I tell myself.

As I stretch, I wonder
why I don’t skip school more often. My mom is always out of town on business, and my stepfather works late. All it takes is one call to the school using my ultra mature adult voice.

I get out of bed and tiptoe towards my
parent’s bedroom. I don’t know why I’m being so quiet, I guess it’s because I’m doing something I’m not supposed to. I open then drawer where they keep their pot, gently easing out the smallest amount. Being the petite newbie—I’ve only smoked once—I don’t need much. I grab their funny little pipe, as I know not the first thing about rolling a joint.

I continue to creep around slowly
, making my way towards the staircase leading downstairs. I take the steps one by one, taking the time to marvel at the slow unveiling of the kitchen, lit by a time of day that I never get to see through the week. Once in the kitchen, I head for the freezer to get the ice cream I know was in there. I open it, but lo and behold it’s gone.

“Shit,” I say just above a whisper, breaking my quiet as a mouse routine.

In disbelief, I start to root through the freezer thinking it has to have been put behind something. Not able to find it, I slam the door.

Turning around, I nearly jump into space when I see my stepfather, Noah, standing in the doorway in between the kitchen and the living room.
He leans against the doorframe assuming the cocksure stance of a cop who has caught a thief red-handed.

“Well, well, Rebecca,” he says with a disappointed shake of his head.

I involuntarily dive for the damning evidence on the counter.

“Noah, I didn’t . . . expect . . .” I’m at a loss. I’ve got no answers.

“School just not suit you today?”

“I just couldn’t go . . . not today,” I say looking down, unable to make eye contact. Looking straight at the ground, I’m reminded that I’m wearing no pants, just pink lacy panties that happen to be nearly transparent. My face reddens and heats ups like I’m inches from a fire.

This reminds me of the ti
me Noah saw me in my bathing suit at my eighteenth birthday pool party. I guess I’ve never been one to walk around in skimpy clothes, so that day when he saw my developed chest and the bottom of my round ass, I guess he became well aware of my womanhood. I think he was ashamed of the urges I stirred in him, because since then, he has kind of stayed clear of me. He always knocks twice and announces himself whenever he enters a bathroom, or my bedroom.

I lower my hand to cover my almost visible pussy, but it only serves to emphasize my braless breast.

“And
why
could you not go today?”

“I can’t talk about it.” Bringing the memory of my boyfriend and
best friend’s recent betrayal makes my eye swell with tears. I want to run into Noah’s arms and have him hug my pain away; I know now is not the time, though. Now is the time for me to be in big trouble and no amount of reasoning is going to make me not guilty.

“Skipping school. Drinking. Stealing.
Drugs. What were you thinking? Is this who you are now?”

“Don’t be mad, please, Daddy.” I pull the “daddy” card, something I only do when I really need something
from Noah.

“Don’t Daddy me. You are in trouble. Your mother is going to hear about this.”

“No, you know how she is.” I’m not exaggerating. My mom can be a real tough bitch. I was once grounded for 6 months straight, just for slipping up and saying the word “shit” in front of her. The last thing I need is to go through this breakup without being able to use the Internet or something.

“You . . . you just can’t,” I plead. I move forward closer to my dad. I’ve ceased to even care about my state of undress, but my stepdad hasn
’t, he flinches backwards looking me up and down nervously. I catch him by the arm, before letting my head fall to his muscled chest.

“Stop it, Rebecca. You are embarrassing yourself.”

“I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care!” I beat my hands on his chest before sliding down his body. I fall at his feet on my knees. I bring my hands together, continuing to plead.

“Get up!” Noah grabs at my shirt
, trying to lift me upwards. I play dead and he just ends up pulling my tank top sideways, nearly exposing my pink nipple and tight young breast. Through my tears, I watch, as my stepdad has to tear away his eyes from my exposed writhing teenage flesh.

“I will do anything. I’ll do all of your laundry while Mom’s away, cook you dinner, and mow the grass. And, I promise
, I’ll never skip school again. I should have never even thought about it in the first place. I should have dealt with my problems like an adult.”

With me c
linging to him, my stepdad reacts like his brain is short-circuiting.  He reaches his arm back and slaps me on the face. The sound of his wide hand connecting with the wet flesh of my face echoes throughout the house. I let loose of Noah, and bring my hands to my face, more in shock than in pain. I cry out even louder.

“I’m sorry Rebecca. You just need to stop
right now.”

My mom has always been one to administer a quick slap, but this is the first time my stepfather has ever touched me this way. Truthfully, in the eight years I’ve known
him, it’s almost the first time I can recall him touching me.

After the initial surprise wears off, I start to feel a completely different sensation. This feeling could only be one of erotic origins.

Staring up from Noah’s waist, I get an idea of just how I might be able to get out of this.

I don’t stop cryi
ng. I latch back on to him pushing my flush cheek against his waist.

What comes over me, I’ll never now, but
I whisper, “I’ll . . . I’ll suck you.” I finish my daring offer by looking up with my bright tear filled eyes. I bite my bottom lip at my own mischievousness.

“
Wha . . . What did you just say to me?” Noah cocks his head to the side like I just insulted him in a different language.

“I mean
. . . I’ll do anything.”

“You are seriously going to add slut to your list of indiscretions today, little lady.”

“You want to watch me touch myself?” I’m grasping at straws, trying to figure out what will get me out of this, and make Noah see me as the woman I’ve become.

He laughs. “Is that supposed to get me off, or something?”

“I know you like looking at me. I’ve seen you.”

“You are very pretty, Rebecca, but for fuck’s sake I’m your stepdad. Your mother is my wife.”

My ears perk up when he says, “fuck,” the rest of his sentence doesn’t even register. I move my head back and loosen my grip around his waist. He takes this as an opportunity to escape, but I grab him by the waist of his khakis. Before he can even register what’s happening, I’ve undone his belt, button, and gotten his zipper halfway down.

“Rebecca, what has go
tten into you?” Noah gasps, catching the top of his pants before I’m able to wrench them downward. 

He stumbles backwards,
falling to the floor on his back. I don’t even make sure he’s okay before I pounce on him. I straddle him, pushing my pussy against his waist.

“I will . . . I will fuck you. Just don’t be mad and don’t tell my Mom. You know you want it.”
In the heat of the moment, all my secret desires go from my brain and out of my mouth with no filter.

I want him to want me.

I want him to take me.

I want for my lust to be fulfilled by Noah.

I want my first time to be with someone who really knows me.

Noah continues to try to crawl out from under me. His face is one of horror at the situation. He almost looks as terrified as someone in a monster movie. I would just let him go, but the pressure of my pussy has made him half hard. I’m delighted as I feel his cock stiffen in response to my proposition. His length extends directly in my center and I feel a heavenly tingle.

Recouping his strength, he is able to easily toss me off of him.

“You go up stairs, and put some cl
othes on. We need to talk rationally, Rebecca.”

‘I don’t
wanna.” I kick my feet and pout.

“Go!”
Noah points upstairs with authority.

I reach out one last time towards the protrusion jutting out of his pants. He knocks my hand away and puts his hand on his head as if he were having a migraine.

I reluctantly collet my crumpled body off the ground. I head towards the steps. At the foot, I turn around, again catching Noah leering at me.

“You will talk to me. You’re not going to leave, or call Mom
are you?”

“No, Rebecca. We really do need to talk.”

Back in my bedroom, I don’t do as I’m told; instead, I just sit on the edge of my bed in my panties waiting for Noah.

After five minutes that seem to take five years, I can hear my stepdad slowly walk up the steps. He approaches my door, not surprised that I’m still not wearing any clothes. He enters without knocking, or saying anything. This is definitely a first.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“Don’t be,”
Noah, says, before cutting me off with a gentle finger placed upon my lips, not allowing me to say anything else. “I think we want the same thing.”

“Really?”

“I’m just as curious as you are. To me, your perfect teenage body is a wonder of the world. The same desire you have to see my stiff cock, I have to see your wet pussy.”

The crude words he uses cast a spell on me.

“Yes, Daddy.” I don’t know what else to say.

Noah reaches downward, grabs me
around the wrist and brings it to his hardness that snakes down his thigh. He guides my hand gently up and down. I can feel his warmth through his pants. Noah uses his other hand to lift my chin upwards so I’m forced to see the pleasure my touch causes.

“Now, crawl onto the bed.” I do. “Stick you ass in the air. Pull your panties down to your knees. Then put your head and arms on the bed. Now, look at me.” Again, I do exactly as I’m told.

I’m on my bed with my gauzy panties hanging loosely at my knees, my naked ass in the air, looking at Noah.  He drinks me in, beginning to undo his pants. I watch, mesmerized. Standing there with the button of his pants undone and his pants halfway unzipped, he begins to unbutton his dress shirt. He takes it off and throws it next to a pile of my clothes, before he pulls off his tight undershirt. With his shirt off, his body is even more toned than I had imagined.

I close my eyes hard, then open them, wondering if this is all some
sort of a dream. It’s not. Noah has moved closer to me, now wearing only a tight pair of boxer briefs that clearly outline his stiff cock.

“Look at what you do to me, Rebecca.” Noah says motioning down to his waist.

“I want to see it.”

“Want to see what? Say it, Rebecca.”

“I want to see your hard cock.”

“Oh, you do?”

Noah reaches for my blonde ponytail that sits high on my head. He leads me firmly by my hair until I’m kneeling in front of him.