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body erupted in waves of ecstasy, my
legs finally buckling and my clit jumping up as I came.

 
    Each stream of Ashton’s cum pushed me further into heaven as my pussy
milked his cock, coaxing every last gush from his throbbing dick. My body
thrust against Ashton’s, my hips quaking, my pussy undulating in bliss as I
came for what felt like hours. I could barely breathe or open my eyes as it
finally began to subside; Ashton leaned forward, staying inside me and bracing
himself against the tree.

 
    I felt his lips come to the back of my neck, small kisses that made me
shiver and moan. His hands stopped gripping my hips so hard and moved up
towards my face. I let him cup my chin and pull my face around, my muscles
fairly useless at that point. He leaned in further and kissed me, softly, on
the lips. I could feel him wilting inside me and was amazed that even now, when
he was soft, he seemed to fill my pussy to its limits. I moaned as he finally
slipped out of me, trailing cum down my thighs.

 
    “Shit, Christy, I gotta sit down,” Ashton groaned, and my eyes flew
open in surprise as I felt myself pulled back and down, finally collapsing on
top of him on the ground. We laughed, both high off our climaxes, limbs
entwined on the dirt. I rolled off him, then scooched back to him, snuggling
into the crook of his arm. We lay like that, staring up at the tops of the
trees, forever or for a minute. It didn’t matter. Time wasn’t even real at that
point. I ached slightly but it was a sweet ache, and it only reminded me of the
bliss we’d shared.

 
    “Are you still going to leave?” I asked drowsily.

 
    “I don’t know,” Ashton said.

 
    “Don’t,” I said, propping myself up on one elbow
and looking into his eyes.

 
    “It’s not that easy, Christy,” he said, shaking
his head.

 
    “It is. Just don’t leave.”

 
    “My father…I have to…ugh, you’re not the only
reason I was leaving.”

 
    “When will you decide?” I knew I was being pushy, but give me a little
break. I’d just lost my virginity to my stepbrother. I needed answers.

 
    “I don’t know,” he said again, closing his eyes. I knew that if I kept
pressing, it would only drive him away, so I clammed up, hard as it was. We lay
under the trees, in the dirt, watching the sun move across the sky. My fingers
traced the tattoos on his chest while he told me stories from overseas. I told
him stories of my mother. We licked our wounds together, naked under the wide
Kansas sky.

8

 
    When we finally got up, we spaced out our return to the house. It
would be too weird to explain to the Admiral why we happened to get back at the
same time. Blessedly, there was no sign of the Admiral when I got back, so we
needn’t have worried, anyway. Still, I was as quiet as possible going up the
stairs to my room. I didn’t need to face the Admiral after the way I’d acted
that morning. Not that I had been wrong, but the way I’d gone about it had certainly been immature, and I was
ashamed of myself.

 
    The house was dark and quiet. I fell into my bed, more tired than I
could ever remember being. I felt warm, inside and out, and wished that Ashton
was lying next to me, but was content to know he wasn’t far away. As I drifted
off, I thought about Ashton moving out, and thought that the house would feel
emptier than it already did.

 
    Without my mother filling the house with singing and talking, it had
felt so unlike the house I knew. The Admiral had helped, with the sheer
loneliness and the mourning, but there was a stillness and a quietness that
seemed to penetrate the very floorboards. In the past few days, that had seemed
to get better because I’d had Ashton to think about and worry myself over.

 
    And, if I’m being truthful, I fantasized about what it would be like
if he stayed. There’d be laughter again, and singing, and conversation. I’d be
happy and he’d be happy and the Admiral would be happy that we were