Chapter 3

Jacob

After our encounter, I could hardly focus on the movie. Alexis sat on the opposite end of the couch, putting as much distance between us as she could. It was probably for the best, considering I was painfully hard for the entire film thinking about the way her hand felt around my cock.

She seemed so eager, so entranced when she was jerking me off. I’m not sure why she pulled back so suddenly, but I knew better than to push. That was her first time doing anything with a man, and goddamn, do I feel like the luckiest son of a bitch on earth for being the recipient.

All of my hesitations flew out of the window when Alexis’s hand closed around my length. It no longer matters if she’s my stepsister. I’ll do anything I can to make her mine, including slowing down, if that’s what she needs. I’ll figure out what to tell our parents over the next few weeks.

The next morning, I make us breakfast before Alexis wakes up. I’m plating fried eggs and bacon when she walks in. A shy smile graces her face as she takes in what I’m doing. She helps herself to a cup of coffee as I set the dishes on the table.

“So,” I say when she settles in across from me, “I have the day clear, so I can show you around the city.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” she replies, picking up a piece of bacon and taking a bite. “I was planning on going out on my own.”

I’m prepared for the pushback. I don’t think I’m going to convince her. Still, I say, “Are you sure? You don’t know the city.”

“I’ll learn it,” she says with a wave of her hand, her naive confidence both endearing and concerning. “If I need anything, I’ll call you.”

“I should go with you,” I say, giving her one last try to accept my offer. If she says no, I’ve already made up my mind. I’ll follow her, keeping an eye on her from a distance.

“Really, Jacob. It’s okay,” she insists. “I want to go alone.”

I sigh, shaking my head as I dig into my own breakfast. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, but I guess I can’t control you.”

“And trying to would be ill-advised,” she teases.

“Since I can’t convince you to let me join you, do you mind telling me where you plan on going?”

“I don’t have a plan,” she admits. “I figured I’d just wander around and take some pictures for my website.”

“Like the ones you were taking last night?” I ask, relishing the way she blushes and squirms in her seat.

“No,” she giggles, turning her sparkling eyes to me. “I really like the architecture in this neighborhood. I might make a blog post about it.”

“You’ll have to send me the post when you get it up,” I say.

She promises she will, then listens to me with rapt attention as I tell her everything I know about the buildings in the surrounding blocks. Once our plates are cleared, I take them and wash them while Alexis showers. After she’s dressed, she stops in the kitchen to say goodbye, and I give her a five-minute head start before throwing on a big hoodie I don’t care about and an old Cubs baseball cap and taking off after her.

When I get to the lobby, I ask the concierge which direction she went when she left. With that piece of information, I head onto the street.

It takes me about ten minutes to spot her. She’s standing out of the way, camera held to her face as she photographs one of the older buildings on the street. Bikes whizz past and men stare at her as they walk by, but she doesn’t seem to notice. She’s so busy looking up at the beautiful historical buildings that she hasn’t looked around long enough to see the cracked pavement or the trash in the gutters. I was right; I should keep my eye on her.

I don’t know what it is about the situation. Maybe it’s the way she looks or the fact that she has no idea that I’m watching her, but my cock twitches to attention. I weave through the crowd in an attempt to get closer to her.

Once I get about fifteen feet from her, I hang back, observing her as she checks the photo she took before moving on. She turns the corner, heading past a couple little breakfast joints and coffee shops.

Careful to keep from attracting anyone’s attention, I follow her as closely as I dare. The rush is indescribable, and the more she explores, the more I realize that this wasn’t really about her safety. I just love having her in my sight.

Alexis stops at a street vendor after a few hours of wandering around to order herself lunch. She makes small talk with the man running the cart, but I’m not close enough to make out what she’s saying. What I do make out is the leer on the vendor’s face every time she looks away long enough for him to leer at her chest.

I feel heat rise up my neck. Even though I know it’s a risky move, I slip through the throngs of people in an attempt to get within earshot.

Unexpectedly, she whips around, and I have to turn to keep her from seeing my face. My heart pounds in my ears, and I’m worried I’ve been caught. A beat passes, and she doesn’t approach me. When I turn to look at her again, she’s walking away.

After that close call, I’m more careful and stay back a little further. Every once in a while, Alexis casts a look over her shoulder. I can tell she’s suspicious, and maybe she thinks she’s being followed.

Somehow, that makes the chase even more exciting to me. I thank God my hoodie is a size too big because it covers my painfully hard cock.

I trail her for another hour, savoring each nervous look she throws in my direction. Eventually, she starts heading back toward my apartment. I consider breaking off and using a shortcut to get home before her, but I can’t stand the idea of Alexis leaving my sight for even a minute.

The looks over her shoulder get more and more frantic the closer we get to my place. My breathing quickens, and I feel like I’m a predator hunting his prey. I want to pounce, claim her as my own, but I know better. I remember her hesitancy from last night. There’s no reason to scare her off, not so soon.

When she disappears inside the lobby, I duck into an alley next to my building. Immediately, I shed the cap and the hoodie, leaving them in a crumpled pile. My dick is still pressing against the front of my jeans, and I know I can’t face Alexis like this.

After looking around to confirm I’m alone, I unzip my pants and push them out of the way. I wrap my hand around my length, spreading the precum that’s already coming out of the tip. I grit my teeth and work myself furiously. Stalking Alexis has me so riled up that it doesn’t take very long until I’m spilling my seed over my fist.

I wipe my hand off on the discarded jacket before tucking myself back into my jeans. After adjusting my clothes, I leave the alley. I’m still catching my breath as I go back into the lobby. While I wait for the elevator, I put together my alibi. I need to make sure that Alexis doesn’t know I’m the one who was following her.