Chapter 3: Under the Table

My Best Friend’s Stepbrother

The door creaked open another inch. A thin slice of hallway light spilled across the carpet, catching the edge of the bed. Harper's shadow stretched long and thin into the room.

Riley's heart slammed against her ribs. Caleb's hand stayed firm over her mouth. His cock, still buried deep in her ass, gave one slow, involuntary twitch. The sensation made her inner walls flutter around him. She clenched hard to keep from making any sound.

Harper paused. "Caleb? Seriously, if you're in here, just say something. I had a weird dream."

The knob turned back. The door clicked shut softly. Footsteps padded away down the hall. Faded. Gone.

Riley exhaled shakily against Caleb's palm. He lifted his hand slowly. His lips brushed her ear.

"Close one," he whispered. Voice rough with leftover lust and fresh adrenaline.

Riley turned her head just enough to meet his eyes. "She almost saw us."

He smirked. Slow. Dangerous. "Would've made it hotter."

She swatted his chest weakly. But her pussy clenched around nothing at the thought. Traitorous body.

Caleb finally pulled out with careful slowness. Cum leaked from her stretched hole in warm trails down her thighs. He rolled off her, grabbed a discarded towel from the floor, and wiped them both down roughly. Then he tugged her against his side. Naked skin on naked skin. Still sticky. Still warm.

"Go back before she wakes up again," he murmured. "We'll finish this later."

Riley nodded. Slipped her sleep shirt back on. It clung to her damp skin. She crept to the door, cracked it, listened. Hallway empty. She darted back to Harper's room, slid under the covers, and pretended to sleep.

Morning came too soon.

Sunlight sliced through the blinds in the kitchen. The smell of coffee and bacon filled the air. Harper stood at the stove in oversized pajamas, flipping pancakes. Caleb sat at the table already, scrolling his phone, looking far too calm for someone who had spent half the night buried in her best friend's holes.

Riley walked in wearing fresh shorts and a loose tank. Hair still messy from sleep. Or from everything else. She avoided Caleb's eyes at first. Sat across from him.

"Morning," Harper chirped. "You disappeared last night. Where'd you go?"

Riley poured orange juice. Kept her voice steady. "Toilet. Stomach was acting up. Then I just crashed in your room again."

Harper nodded. "Weird. I swear I heard something. Like banging. Thought maybe Caleb was watching porn too loud again."

Caleb didn't even flinch. Just sipped his coffee. "Must've been the neighbor's dog."

Riley risked a glance at him. His eyes met hers over the rim of the mug. Dark. Knowing. One corner of his mouth lifted.

Harper slid plates in front of them. Pancakes stacked high. Bacon crisp. Syrup already poured. She sat next to Riley.

They ate in comfortable quiet for a minute. Forks clinking. Then Caleb shifted his leg under the table.

His bare foot brushed Riley's calf. Slow. Deliberate.

She froze mid-bite.

He slid higher. Toes tracing the inside of her knee. Then up her thigh. Under her shorts. The rough pad of his big toe pressed right against the seam of her shorts, nudging her clit through the thin fabric.

Riley's breath hitched. She gripped her fork tighter.

Caleb kept eating like nothing was happening.

His toe circled once. Pressed harder. Rubbed in slow, firm strokes.

Riley's thighs trembled. Heat flooded her core. She was already wet. Still sensitive from last night. She bit her lip hard to trap the moan trying to escape.

Harper looked up. "You okay, Ri? Your face is red."

Riley forced a smile. "Hot in here. Pancakes are good."

Harper laughed. "Thanks. Extra syrup for you."

Under the table, Caleb's foot didn't stop. He hooked his toes under the edge of her shorts, tugged the fabric aside just enough. Bare toe met bare clit. Slid through her slick folds.

Riley's hips jerked once. Involuntarily. She covered it with a cough.

Caleb's eyes stayed on his plate. But his toe dipped lower. Pressed inside her entrance. Shallow. Teasing. Then out. Back to her clit. Circling again.

Riley's free hand dropped under the table. Grabbed his ankle. Not to stop him but to hold him there.

A soft whimper almost slipped out. She turned it into a hum.

Harper frowned. "Seriously, what's up? You look like you're about to pass out."

Riley met Caleb's gaze across the table. He raised one eyebrow. Smirked.

She smiled back. Small. Secret. "Nothing. Just... really good breakfast."

Harper rolled her eyes. "You're weird today."

Then she leaned closer to Riley. Voice dropping like she was sharing a conspiracy.

"Hey. About what I told you yesterday? The thing with Caleb?"

Riley's stomach twisted. Guilt hit fast. Sharp.

Harper kept going. "I decided I'm making my move. Like, for real. Tonight maybe. He's been single forever. I think he just needs a push. What do you think?"

Riley forced her expression neutral. Under the table, Caleb's toe stilled. Listening.

She swallowed. "I... don't know. Maybe he's not into it."

Harper shrugged. "I'll find out. He's hot. And nice. And single. Why not?"

Riley's chest tightened. Annoyance flared hot and ugly. Mixed with guilt that tasted like bile. She had spent the night letting him fuck every hole she had. And now Harper was planning to claim him.

She looked at Caleb again. His face was blank. But his eyes burned.

He pressed his toe inside her once more. Deep this time. Held it there.

Riley clenched around it. Hard. Her smile turned sharp.

"Yeah," she said to Harper. Voice steady. "Go for it. See what happens."

Harper beamed. "You're the best. Thanks for the pep talk."

She stood up to grab more coffee.

Harper set her empty mug in the sink and turned back to them with a bright smile. "Hey Ri, I forgot to grab that package from the next bus stop. The delivery guy left it at the shop there since no one was home. Mind if I run out quick? It's only like ten minutes round trip if I jog."

Riley nodded too fast. "Go ahead. I'll clean up here."

Harper grabbed her keys from the hook by the door. "Cool. Be right back. Don't eat all the pancakes!"

The front door clicked shut behind her. Silence settled over the kitchen like a blanket.

Caleb moved before the sound of her footsteps faded down the driveway.

He stepped behind Riley's chair. Hands slid over her shoulders. Down her chest. Straight under her loose tank top. Palms cupped her bare breasts. Fingers found her nipples already hard from the earlier teasing under the table. He pinched them lightly. Rolled them between thumb and forefinger.

Riley gasped. "Caleb. Stop. What if she comes back?"

He leaned down. Lips against her ear. "Just five minutes. She's barely out the gate."

Riley shook her head. "We can't. Not here."

But his right hand was already moving lower. Slipping under the waistband of her shorts. Past the elastic of her panties. Two thick fingers found her clit instantly. Still swollen. Still slick from his toe minutes ago. He circled once.

Riley's protest died in her throat. Turned into a soft moan instead.

"See?" he murmured. "You're dripping again. Can't even pretend you don't want it."

She grabbed his wrist. Not to pull him away. Just to hold on. Her hips rocked forward into his hand on instinct.

His fingers dipped lower. Slid through her folds. Two plunged inside her without warning. Curled up against that spot that made her thighs shake. Thumb stayed on her clit. Rubbing fast now. Relentless.

Riley's head fell back against his shoulder. Eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck. Caleb. We have to stop."

He pumped his fingers deeper. Faster. The wet sounds filled the quiet kitchen. Obscene. Loud.

"Five minutes," he repeated. Voice rough. "Come for me quick. Before she gets back."

Riley tried to bite back the moans. Failed. They spilled out anyway. Soft. Broken. Her free hand gripped the edge of the table so hard her knuckles turned white.

His other hand stayed on her breast. Squeezing. Pinching. Keeping her anchored while his fingers fucked her harder. Thumb circling her clit in tight, perfect strokes.

Riley's breath came in short gasps. "I'm close. Oh god. I'm so close."

"Then come," he growled. "Come on my fingers. Right here where she eats breakfast every morning."

Her body obeyed before her mind could catch up.

She shattered. Pussy clamping down on his fingers in hard pulses. Clear fluid coated his hand. Dripped down her thighs. Soaked the chair beneath her. A choked moan tore from her throat. She bit her lip bloody to keep it quiet.

Caleb didn't stop. Kept fingering her through every tremor. Drawing it out. Making her shake.

Then the front door opened.

Footsteps in the hallway. Quick. Harper's voice calling out before she even rounded the corner.

"Ri? They gave me the wrong package. It's not mine. Can you believe—"

Harper stepped into the kitchen.

Froze.

Riley sat at the table. Face flushed. Chest heaving under her tank top. Legs spread slightly. Caleb stood directly behind her. One hand still under her shirt. The other buried between her thighs. Fingers glistening. Visible even from the doorway.

Harper's eyes went wide. The small cardboard box slipped from her fingers. Hit the floor with a soft thud.

"Riley?" Her voice cracked.

Riley's eyes snapped open. Met Harper's across the room.

Guilt crashed over her like ice water.

Caleb pulled his hand free slowly. Deliberately. Wiped his fingers on the back of Riley's shorts like it was nothing.

No one spoke.

Harper stared. Tears already gathering in her eyes.

Then she whispered one word.

"Riley."