Troubled Love 🌶️🌶️🌶️

HELEN

“Mom, ~don’t you ever~ knock?”

Feeling like a kid, I jumped off of Sam, in the same instant pulling my skirt down and running over to my travel bag as if I’d been packing.

Sam crossed his legs, trying to cover his massive hard-on, but I knew it was no use.

“You’re not fooling anybody, guys,” Jack said.

My mom, as innocent as ever, said, “We were only coming to tuck you guys in and here you are…~all grown up~.”

As much as I loved her, I really wanted to throw a tantrum right then and there.

~What am I? Fifteen all over again?~

Jack raised his hand and beckoned Sam with an angry finger.

“In the living room, boy. We gotta talk.” And then, looking to my mom, he said, “And you be clear and honest with her, Ellie.”

With that, Sam and Jack left the room, closing the door behind them.

It was just me and my mom left. Just us girls.

“Forgive me, dear. I didn’t mean to disturb your privacy.”

My mom sat down on the bed with a heavy sigh. “The truth is, Jack already knew what was happening between you and Sam.”

“You mean Sam told him?” I asked, shocked.

“No, I think Jack just smelled something between you two,” she said. “You know how these bears are, with their sense of smell.”

I did ~not~ know and was not super happy to be finding out like this.

“After you kids went to bed, Jack told me what he suspected, and we decided to talk to you both.”

“Ugh, Mom, this is so ~embarrassing~,” I said. “I don’t need a lecture about the birds and the bees.”

“Oh, honey, I know you’re too old for that. And I also realize that there isn’t anything ~truly wrong~ about you two...having relations.”

I basically couldn’t look at my mom. I was burning with so much guilt and shame.

“But we just wanted to tell you to be careful.”

“I am careful, mom. I’m on the pill.”

“No, no, what I mean is…” My mom was at a loss for words. “It’s hard being with a bear.”

I was lightly crying now, finally understanding what she meant.

“Don’t you see how hard it is for me and Jack? Didn’t you see what we had to go through today?”

“I do, I do,” I said, through my tears.

“I’m not here to judge you, sweetheart,” she said, taking my hands in hers. “I just want you to have something easier.”

And then she reached out, and I went into her arms, the same way I’ve been doing all my life.

“I just want you to be happy,” she said.

“I love you so much, mom. And I really don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, honey.”

As we were hugging, my hand grazed the back of my mom’s neck, and I felt something funny, like a big scab.

“What’s that?” I asked her.

“Oh that?” she said shyly. “That’s just a sign of how much Jack loves me.”

***

The next morning, Sam woke up early and fixed the flat on his car.

He was supposed to drive me back to Boulder that day, and I was kind of bumming around the house feeling down.

Sam found me like that in the living room.

“Penny for them?” he asked kindly.

“You’ll probably need much more than a handful of pennies to pay off what I’ve got going on in my head,” I said.

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“I guess I just don’t wanna go back to Boulder yet. I’m like, still in shock from what happened yesterday.”

“How about you postpone your return for just a little while longer?”

“Sam, I don’t know. I don’t wanna do anything to piss off that council of elders.”

“Don’t worry, babe. No one’s gonna throw you in the bear pit.” He laughed. “I’ve got a secret spot over by the lake, and a fully packed picnic basket in the back.”

“Okay,” I said, smiling. “One more afternoon.”

***

We parked the Jeep in some bushes and took a seldom-used path through the woods. It was a beautiful morning—the sun was shining and the birds were singing—but I felt a heaviness hanging in my chest.

Sam’s secret lake was like an oasis of solitude and probably the most beautiful place I’d ever seen.

He laid out the blanket and popped open a beer for each of us.

Turns out his idea of a fully packed picnic basket was a twelve pack of Bud and a can of Pringles.

Not that I was complaining about the selection. It just didn’t seem like ~enough~.

And we sat there in silence for what seemed like a long time, just taking in the view.

“Penny for them, babe?” Sam asked.

“Last night got weird, huh?” I asked. “The whole situation made me feel like I was fifteen all over again.”

“Yeah, getting caught heavy petting,” Sam said. “Getting a heavy talking to.”

“What my mom said really shook me up last night.”

“And same with Dad,” Sam said. “Seems like our parents have serious concerns about us.”

I didn’t say anything in response. Partly because talking to my mom had left me with serious concerns of my own.

~I guess I want to hear what Sam has to say before I finally make up my own mind.~

And what he had to say was not good…

“I’m sorry to admit, Helen, but after talking to Dad, I kinda see where he’s coming from,” Sam said. “And I thought about it all night…”

Sam fell silent, like he didn’t want to say it.

“But I think it’s for the best if we break it off, right here, right now, before things get any more intense.” He looked at me with tears in his eyes. “I don’t wanna do it, Helen. It’s your safety I’m trying to think of.”

~My safety, my ass,~ I thought to myself. It’s his own heart he was thinking about.

Sam wasn’t fully human, but he was certainly all male. Typical.

“I can tell you’re angry,” Sam started.

“Don’t,” I said. “Just let me be for a moment.”

“Okay, Helen,” he said. And then a moment later, “I’m gonna go catch us some lunch.”

Behind me, I could hear Sam shifting, and a moment later, a beautiful grizzly walked past me into the water. I watched him standing there in the shallows, scanning the water intently.

I didn’t want to accept the words he’d just said. I didn’t want to accept that it was over.

So I took out my sketchpad and tried to capture the scene in front of me—the beautiful stillness of the water, Sam’s solid power. It was jarring in such surroundings, and yet, he looked perfectly at home.

And just as I finished outlining his body, he swiped into the water, and a large trout came flying out onto the shore. I quickly sketched it into the picture as well.

***

Sam threw more wood into the fire to keep us warm.

We had fresh trout in our bellies and cold beers in our hands—and despite the fact that I knew it would be our last day together until God knew when, I felt perfectly blissful.

And then another spark of inspiration hit me.

“Sam, if this is our last time together, I don’t wanna…”

He finished my words for me, “Part without saying ~goodbye~?”

I found his dark eyes, aglow in the campfire light, and I could tell we were thinking the exact same thought.

Instantly, I was on him, attacking his body with mine, greedy to taste him one last time.

And just as quickly, Sam had his hands on my luscious ass, kneading my buns like he was making bread.

Sam’s body was magical—just the feel of it sent me halfway to climax—and I began to dry hump him hungrily, chasing what I knew would only be the first release.

I ripped open his flannel shirt and started running my tongue around his nipples, alternately sucking and biting on them, coaxing gruff moans from the back of his throat.

With his left hand, Sam went under my tights, his middle finger finding its way down my ass crack, fingertip resting on the opening of my back door.

He held it there, pressing gently but firmly on my rectum, and the weight of his hand pushed my hips down onto his hard denim-clad scepter.

I couldn’t decide whether to press down harder on his cock or push my asshole up against his finger, so I did both, while my mouth roved around his chest, from nipple to armpit.

“Oh, Helen,” he moaned, using his other hand to hold my head down against his armpit, ~forcing~ me to sop up his manly aroma.

I inhaled it greedily and then broke free of his hands, sliding up his torso to rest my crotch against his face.

Sam reached up and ripped my tights open at the seam, revealing my juice-soaked pussy.

He then licked one of his fingers and brought it out back, popping it fingernail-deep into my asshole. The surprise entrance made me shift forward with my hot cunt directly on top of his greedy mouth.

With his free hand, Sam pulled down my tank top and began to roll my nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“Don’t stop,” I yelled out to the silent woods, “~Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop~, I’m cumming!”

I gyrated waves of pleasure onto Sam’s face before slowly sliding back down his body. Bending down to kiss him, I could taste my own saltiness all over his face, and right away, I was ready for round two.

Reaching down, I fumbled with the buttons of his fly before he reached down and yanked them open in one easy stroke.

After his swim, Sam hadn’t bothered with boxers, and now his cock sprang free like an engorged demon fleeing the furnaces of hell.

I grabbed onto it with both hands and then immediately slid down his legs, impaling my mouth on his cock, taking it deep into my throat.

I wasn’t feeling tender or loving today. I was in no mood for gentle lovemaking.

I wanted to fuck in the dirtiest way possible, and I wanted to drain Sam completely.

I could tell he felt the same way I did, because he placed his meaty paw on the back of my head and held me down, fucking my face with his swollen member.

He grunted, animal-like, and then, just as violently, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face off his dick.

“You want more?” he asked.

“I want it all,” I spat back, smiling malevolently.

“I wanna see you ride me,” he said. “Take whatever you want.”

I didn’t need to be told twice and scooted back up his legs, lifting myself up a bit to place his shiny mushroom tip so that it was just brushing my eager opening.

“Put it in,” he said.

“How bad do you want it?” I asked him, teasing.

He growled so loudly I could feel his whole body vibrate beneath me.

And slowly, as slowly as I could, I lowered myself down on his granite cock, breathing heavily until it was in up to the hilt.

Reaching my hand around, I cupped his balls.

Then I began to ride while gently massaging his nuts like a pair of Chinese medicine balls.

“Oh Jesus, Helen, you’re fucking amazing.” He reached up and placed both hands on my tits, enveloping them whole, squeezing them tight.

“Oh God, Sam,” I moaned. “I don’t know if this is right.”

I had ~literally~ never had sex this fucking good. I didn’t want to live without it, but I didn’t know if I wanted all the trouble that loving my stepbrother would bring.

“Should we stop?” Sam managed to say in between frantic cock-thrusts that sent shivers up my spine.

“Don’t stop,” I said. “But I don’t know if it will work.”

“Yeah, it’ll be difficult and painful,” he said, wriggling his finger back into my asshole.

“Ooohhh,” I yelled, as I felt my sphincter expand around his bony knuckle. “But I want it ~so bad~.”

“Me too,” he said.

“But they’ll never let us be together.”

“I know a way we can be together forever…,” he said, looking up at me. “No one will be able to tear us apart…”

I looked down at him, waves of pleasure rolling in my eyes.

“Anything,” I gasped.

“I’ll do ~anything~.”