Score
Authors: Jessica Ashe
SCORE
Copyright © 2015 Jessica Ashe
Score is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons or their likeness is entirely coincidental.
This book contains mature content, including graphic sex scenes and adult language. Please do not continue reading if you are under the age of 18 or if this content is likely to offend you.
All characters in the book are 18+ years of age, not blood related, and all sexual acts are consensual.
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Table of Contents
Escape - Chapter One
Escape - Chapter Two
First dates were terrifying at the best of times, but this date really had my nerves on edge. I suppose that’s to be expected when you’re going on a date with your stepbrother.
We’d already kissed a couple of times, and there had been some light foreplay, but I usually put a stop to things before they went too far. On the few occasions I’d lacked the willpower to stop Jaxon, our parents had acted like a cold shower by nearly catching us in the act.
Before agreeing to go on an official date, I’d tried to break things off entirely at least three times. What we were doing seemed wrong, but Jaxon always insisted it was fine.
“We both adults and we’re not blood-related,” he said on an almost daily basis. “It’s not like we even grew up together; I only met you a year ago.”
I hadn’t taken a lot of convincing. When Jaxon proposed that we go on an official first date, I jumped at the offer. We still had to keep things secretive. It wasn’t like Jaxon could have picked me up from my dad’s house—which he also lived in—and then take me somewhere we could be seen together.
If anything became of this date then one day we would have to tell our parents, but that day was a long way off yet. That’s why our date was going to be in a dark and quiet bar in upstate New York. The bar had a reputation as one of those places where married people went on dates with someone other than their spouse. Not exactly a classy joint, but right now it served a useful purpose.
I’d been attracted to Jaxon from the moment I first laid eyes on him. For thirty blissful seconds I admired him as he sat in my living room talking to my father about sport. I didn’t know we were soon to be siblings, so I mentally undressed him and fantasized about performing sexual acts on him that I’d never done in real life.
When his mom joined us in the living room and announced that she was marrying my father, my heart sank in a way I didn’t think was possible for someone I hadn’t actually spoken to yet. I wish I could say that my sexual excitement had died off just as quickly, but that was far from the truth.
I expected the attraction to disappear once I started picturing him as a brother. Surely I couldn’t be attracted to someone I would soon be related to? Apparently I could.
Jaxon moved into the house and slept in the room next door to me. Knowing he was in the next room over made it impossible to sleep. I had a constant urge to bring myself to orgasm, but was terrified of doing so with Jaxon so nearby. I started going to bed early just so I had time to masturbate before Jaxon came upstairs. I’d then wake up early in the morning to do so again. My new found sexuality thrilled and terrified me at the same time. Things only got harder as Jaxon and I became closer.
It should have been easy to write Jaxon off as a complete prick who wasn’t worth my time, but he never acted that way around me. I saw him date loads of women and treat them like shit, but he was never like that with me.
Jaxon was a year older than me, but despite his mom’s protestations, he’d opted not to go to college so that he could focus on playing soccer full-time. He intended to ignore the US system entirely because that required going through a college soccer program, and he wanted to play in Europe. It sounded like a stupid risk to take. Every kid in Europe grew up wanting to play professional soccer—or football as they called it—so Jaxon’s chances were infinitesimal. I made a vague effort to convince him to go to college, but I was delighted when he opted to stay at home instead. We weren’t doing anything at that point, but I had my morning routine set around ‘accidentally’ bumping into Jaxon when he walked out of the bathroom after a shower.
After nine months of fantasizing about Jaxon—but nothing more—I accepted that nothing was going to happen between us. Not only was I about to go to college, but Jaxon had just received the good news; he’d been spotted by a scout from an English soccer team who wanted to sign him up before the new season started. The amount of money they were offering him was mind-boggling. It was more than enough to justify his decision to skip college entirely.
We stayed up late one night chatting, and I joked about going to England with him. I’d been accepted to Harvard University, so presumably I would be able to get into a good college in England as well. Everything between us was completely platonic at this stage, at least outwardly. We acted as normal friends and even joked about our sex lives occasionally. I say ‘joked;’ in my case it was more like ‘lied.’ I was still a virgin but didn’t want Jaxon to know that.
After a few too many drinks, I started getting a bit teary-eyed at the thought of losing him. I tried to pretend I was just scared about starting college, but he said he knew why I was really upset and that he felt the same way. He stared into my eyes and wiped my tears away with this thumbs. Neither of us could bring ourselves to say out loud what we were feeling.
Finally, Jaxon kissed me. I would have lost my virginity that night if I hadn’t been such an idiot. A noise downstairs startled me and I pushed him away. It’d only been the wind rustling the blinds, but for a second I’d thought Dad had come home, and that sent me into a blind panic.
I did everything I could to talk myself out of allowing a repeat performance. Not only was Jaxon my stepbrother, he also had a well-earned reputation as a player. When he’d first arrived in town he’d had a different girl every week, and recently he’d been spotted with Emilia, a girl who’d been in my grade at school. Jaxon insisted there was nothing between them, but the rumors persisted and he would often come home late at night and act all cagey about where he had been.
Despite what my brain was telling me, I kept spending time with Jaxon and we kept kissing and fondling each other. After weeks of stolen kisses and ‘nearly moments,’ Jaxon finally convinced me that we could make this work if we just slowed down and acted like a normal couple. That was why we were doing an official date. Normal couples had first dates, so we needed to have one as well. We also made a deal—on our date there would be no discussion of our parents or home life.
