*****I wish I owned Scott, but I don't. Elaine and Martin are also pawns of the Fox Family series :)*****
The alarm clock flashed 3:18 am. Scott groggily felt his way out of bed and to his bedroom door. He didn't understand why he felt so restless lately; he had always slept well when he lived with his mother. The trophies and posters on the wall felt smothering, and he opened his bedroom window to breathe freely. The air hit his face with a comfortably refreshing coolness that came with just getting out of the shower. He no longer felt the drowsiness from the restaurant, now he just wanted to get out of his house, away from his room and all memories of what had happened there.
He silently pulled a pair of pajama pants over his boxers and a large deep blue sweatshirt over his naked torso. Quietly, he slipped out the front door and into the street, where little drops of dew were starting to form on the grass. His feet pulled him in a random direction, up the street and into a park. The moon softly lit the path through the trees, but everything else was enveloped in darkness.
Scott found himself thinking of a place his family had visited a few years ago, when his father had gotten the brilliant idea of camping out. His mother had been thoroughly disgusted at the mention of gutting a fish and peeing in a hole, but had gleefully helped him clean his catch after a long day of fishing. The air had been so crisp and clean, just like his life had been then. His mother and father had spent the night laughing and talking in front of the fire, and he had fallen asleep wrapped in her comforting arms.
He missed that comfort. No matter how bad his day was or how hard life could get, his family had always been there to tell him it was alright, that everything would be fine. But everything wasn't, and he didn't understand how he hadn't picked up on the signs that his parents were growing apart. There must have been some. Had his father been cheating on his mother all along? When had he really started seeing Elaine?
Scott sat down on a bench. He never realized how much he needed his mother in his life, on some days she had been all that held him together. He hadn't spoken to her since the divorce. Of course she had called him, but he had been at football practice. She must have gotten tired of hearing Elaine's voice on the phone; she had visited frequently before she officially became Mrs. Barringer. No one but his own mom was ever called Mrs. Barringer.
He sat and thought for awhile, failing to notice that rain had started to fall around him. It was just drizzling at first, but Scott snapped back into reality when heavy drops fell onto his head. He quickly walked back home and crept back into his room, where exhaustion finally lulled him into sleep.
Sunlight flooded the room, blinding two raccoon eyes. He couldn't get out of bed, no matter how hard he convinced himself that his teachers would give him a detention. Nausea drowned out every thought in his brain, and his nose felt stuffy. He couldn't be sick. He had so much work to make up, and he had spent the past week studying for the biology test. That damn rain must have screwed him over.
Martin rushed into his room. "Scott, you're going to be late for school!"
"I know," Scott croaked. His voice was so hoarse that it hurt him to speak.
"You are sick, aren't you?" Scott's forehead almost burned his hand right off his body. "Oh no, I have to go to the department office today, I won't be home until maybe eight or nine tonight. Do you think you'll be fine here by yourself?"
Scott started to nod when Elaine walked into the room. "Martin, honey, you were supposed to leave ten minutes ago!" She noticed Scott lying in bed. "What's going on?"
"Scott's not feeling well. His forehead is warm, so he probably has a fever, but I'm already late for work, so I won't be able to bring him any medicine until I finish work."
"Oh, I can stay with him."
"But what about your lunch date with your friends?"
"I can always reschedule, I could go out with them tomorrow for dinner or something. Here, you forgot your tie." She reached upwards to wrap it around his neck and secure it in place, then gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
"Thanks Elaine, you're a lifesaver." He darted out of the room, grabbing his keys and jacket as he ran to his car.
She called out a goodbye and walked over to Scott. On top of being sick, he was also terrified of what staying home alone with Elaine would mean. She gently sat down on the side of his bed and placed her hand on his forehead. Martin hadn't been kidding when he said it was hot, and she moved it to rest on his arm. He had turned sideways to talk to his father, and she could see his face perfectly.
"Are you hungry, Scotty?" She rubbed his arm warmly, and was surprised to find that his sweatshirt was damp. Either he had a sweating problem or he had gone out in the rain. She placed both hands under it onto his smooth skin. Her hands crept up his stomach and chest as she pulled it slowly off his head, exposing the upper half of his body.
Scott was fighting to control his lungs, which were giving out on him. He was completely frozen in fear. He looked away when her hands slid along his back and to the pants that he had forgotten to remove. Instead of pulling them off, her hand stroked his leg softly, pushing the fabric up and down with the motion. He closed his eyes, willing himself not to break down into tears.
Elaine's hand slid up to his back to caress it while her free hand patted his hair down comfortingly. She talked to him softly about getting up and going to the living room so he could eat and watch television. Scott didn't know what she was up to. Why wasn't she on top of him yet? His brain took a second to register what she said, and then he slowly got up to comply.
About halfway down the hall, his vision became fuzzy. He grabbed onto the wall for support, but Elaine was at his side in a second, wrapping her arm around his waist and telling him to lean towards her. He did so, but still stumbled forward. The world was spinning, and he felt like he was falling.
Even though Elaine led him down the stairs carefully, he still managed to slip and fall down the flight. Scott's head exploded in pain when he landed on the marble floor, and he curled up into a ball.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" Elaine leaned over him, shaking him to make sure he hadn't knocked himself out.
Scott whimpered in reply. He felt like vomiting his stomach and intestines onto the floor. His brain couldn't tell him who he was or what was going on, he just wanted the noise to go away so he could sleep.
"Scotty, talk to me." She shook him harder. His chest rapidly rose and fell with each shaky breath he took. He was scaring her, he could have a concussion or something even worse. She dragged him arm over her neck and helped him up. She was actually doing most of it herself, and it surprised her how heavy he was. All those workouts must have really built up his muscles.
Scott groaned when he landed on the couch. His body was propped up against its back, and his head seemed to weigh about a hundred pounds. He let it flop back onto the support and shut his eyes to block out the light.
Elaine paused in her rush to get him something to eat. He would probably throw it back up as soon as it entered his mouth. Speaking of things she would like to have in his mouth, she was pretty sure he couldn't regurgitate a few choice parts on her body. She sauntered back towards the couch, halting when she ended up right in front of him. His eyes remained closed, so she could check out his body at her leisure.
Scott's dazed mind had picked up on the thoughts he had been having the night before. His mother always made him chicken noodle soup whenever he was sick, and she would force-feed him when he didn't want to eat. He wished she was with him, to make him feel better. He wished she could give him a hug like she used to and tell him that he would be fine soon, that she would take him out for ice cream and a movie.
Elaine straddled him and wrapped her arms around his back. She kissed his cheek, then his nose, then his lips. Her lips moved down to the side of his neck, where they playfully bit him and then sucked on the mark that had been created. Scott sighed, the illness drugged him beyond reality. She took that as a good sign, and ran her tongue along his lower lip and across his bottom set of teeth. He shivered and melted into her touch. Her caresses were the only comfort he had, and he longed to hold onto them, hoping that someone would lift him out of his misery.
She pressed her body against his forcefully, pinning him to the couch, and rocked up and down as she kissed him. He gasped for breath as she hit the most sensitive part of his body over and over again, and she smiled to herself when she felt him hardening. She didn't pull off his clothes just yet; sex was only half the fun. Torturing his body until he begged her to take him was the other. Her hands soothingly went the length from his shoulders to his stomach and back again, moving to his back and gripping him lightly to her as her tongue molested his mouth.
Scott was past the point of resistance. He couldn't remember his own name, much less stop her from abusing him. He groaned into her mouth when her fingers slid up his neck and into his hair, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. They held him still as she pushed herself further onto him. He could no longer hold himself up, and his body depended entirely on the back of the couch for support.
He gasped in pain when she suddenly stopped and got up from the couch. She walked over to the CD player and turned it on. A fast song that he had never heard of blasted through the speakers, and she sat back onto his lap. She started to dance on him and pull off her top, and then pushed her bare breasts against his chest as she unfastened the button of her jeans. He was in a daze, but his mind was screaming at him to run away, far away, before she took off all of her clothes. He tried to use his arms to push her away from him, but she caught them and wrapped them around her body. She stood up on the couch to take off her jeans, and he got a full view of her through the lacy thong she had on underneath.
Elaine almost cackled when she saw him staring at her. It would be too easy. She had actually hoped that he would up more of a fight, because then she could make him feel guilty. She would have to save that for another time. She slowly danced her way back down to him, pausing when her flat stomach was in front of his face. She brushed it against his face, shuddering in excitement at the contact with his warm skin. Her hands made their way down his torso to his pajamas, and she pulled them down until they were at his knees. She grabbed the bulge in his boxers and gave it a hard tug. Scott gasped, which was her signal to continue. The boxers were removed as well. Elaine wrapped her legs tightly around his body and pressed down with full force.
Scott shook as she pushed down harder and harder. He couldn't feel anything but her body against his, and he didn't want to feel anything else, especially not the nausea that had wrenched at him for the past hour. He could feel her wrenching against him as well. She kissed him deeply and moaned into his ear when she contracted.
"Scotty," she whispered as she thrust harder and harder. "Ooh, Scotty, don't stop."
Her voice heightened his senses, and he bit his lip to keep back his own moan. She had complete control of his body, and she wasn't willing to give it up. She softened her advances when his arms tightened around her and he started gasping for breath. She kissed him softly, knowing that going harder would set him free. She didn't want to do that, she wanted him to give it up until she decided to stop.
He groaned in frustration when she stopped completely and moved her face down to the crook of his neck. She sucked on it softly, making him want her more, then pulled back.
"Say you want me, Scotty."
He panted heavily. "What?"
"Tell me you love me," she whispered seductively into his ear.
He pulled back, and his senses started kicking in. What was he doing? This was his father's wife, he had to stop it. He couldn't betray him like that. "No." He tried to sound strong, but it came out as a ragged whisper.
"Scotty, tell me you want me." Elaine pushed him into her full force, kissing him on the lips again.
"I..." He couldn't say it. He didn't want to, he didn't want her. "N-no, I-"
"But you do baby, look at yourself. Would you be loving me so good if you didn't?"
Scott didn't have anything to say to that. Why was he letting her do this to him? How could he be so weak? He deserved it, because no other boy would have sex with his stepmother. He stared at the floor as his mind berated him. Elaine knew she had gotten to him.
"Tell me, Scotty."
"I..." he whispered, "I...I want you."
She pushed down on him again, making him lose his train of thought. He shuddered, encouraging her to finish with him. She felt herself contracting again, and pushed deeper and harder than she had done previously. She buried his face into her neck as she climaxed. He felt her tighten all around him, and his body couldn't hold it in anymore. She kept rocking against him, tugging him so far he thought he would faint, and he flowed into her a second time. Elaine didn't leave him alone even then. She wrapped her arms all the way around his body and held him to her, listening to his gasps and feeling his chest heave up and down as he came back down from their high. She embraced him for a long time, gently kissing from his shoulder to his collarbone. His head still rested against her neck, completely enveloped in the hug.
Aaaand I think I'll wrap this one up here. What did you think? Does it seem realistic?