Crossing the Rubicon

Whilst this works as a stand alone story, reading the earlier chapters will give you better context.

And remember, this is not real life. It is just a story folks. Any resemblance to anyone, anything and anyplace is purely coincidental. All characters are over 18.

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We were spooning. Neither of us had moved much, and if it hadn't been for the fact that Becca had a hand on my morning wood, and was slowly jerking me off, I wouldn't have known she was awake.

Morning light was working its way around the gap between the blind and the window frame and I laid there, not wanting to break the spell her hand had cast over me. Her actions were slow and light but deliberate.

I smiled. Her touch was magic. To think that at the start of the semester I'd never really even kissed a girl, but here I was, lying in bed with a hot college soccer player, at her family's farm, with her playing with my hardness. And last night I had fucked her mom Sierra, a Gone Wild Girl from the 90s, in the hot tub whilst Becca watched.

Eventually the feelings she was creating caused me to arch my back and curl my toes and I ended up rolling over to face her.

Her hand returned to its stroking and we looked into each other's eyes.

Her eyes were sparkling. "Morning spunky. Someone's a little hard this morning." I smiled again and she laughed a cute little giggle. "Enjoying Thanksgiving?"

I nodded, adding, "I have a lot to be thankful for."

She leaned in and we kissed and her hand worked its way over the head of my penis and was soon delightfully spreading my precum up and down my length.

Sounds of life echoed down the hallway from the kitchen, accompanied by a delightful smell.

"I think mom is making pancakes," she purred as she moved me onto my back and straddled me, trapping my hardness between her labia my abdomen.

I looked up at her and marveled as her toned body and sizable breasts.

"Giddyup horsey," she whispered as she began to undulate her hips, mimicking the movement she would have had if she been riding a walking horse.

After about a minute she lifted herself up slightly, and in a fluid motion adjusted her hips and I slid into her sex. She continued hear earlier motion, and my hardness moved within her moist warmth slowly and steadily. She flicked her hair back and put her hands to her breasts and squeezed at them and let out a slow moan.

"God this feels good," she purred, as she arched her back slightly and moved her hands to either side of her head. The move accentuated the curves of her body. She continued like that and our pleasure built.

We hit a plateau and she dropped her hands to my shoulders for a while and sped things up a touch. The new angle had me hitting into her in a slightly different spot and she was soon moaning gently, her eyes closed as she worked her way through the sensations.

She gave a little buck of her hips and we both gasped.

Her eyes locked on to mine. "No. No. Not yet," she said as she pulled herself back upright and slowed down a fraction and I wondered if those words were directed at me, or just her own thoughts being said out loud.

Between her fluids and my pre-cum, we were now well lubed and you could hear it as she continued her steady pace. A slight sheen of perspiration coated her body, and I could feel that mine was doing the same.

She ran her fingers through her hair and looked down at me with a beaming smile.

"Oh God, Rune. I don't want this feeling to ever end. I know I've said I loved your for your feminine looks and this appendage was a bonus, but I think I'm falling in love with your cock more and more every single day."

At that she bent down and kissed me. The change in position sent my nerve endings into overdrive and I took a few deep breaths.

"Maybe back up if you want this to continue." I said breathlessly.

She nodded and stopped for a thirty seconds and then sat back upright and threw in a fifteen count for good measure, before resuming her slow and steady saddle ride.

I put my hands up to her hips and then ran one of them across to her belly button and circled it. I then used both hands to cup her breasts. Their fullness feeling amazing.

She looked at me and smiled and I smiled back.

She bent down for another kiss and then pulled up slightly, holding her face inches above mine and we locked eyes. Her pupils were wide and the white of her eyes sparkling. It was a breathtaking moment and that was the moment that I truly thought I was in love with her. I think she saw something in my expression as she cocked an eyebrow at me.

She then sat back up reached for one of my hands and pulled it up to her face and moved my fingers so that she could suck on my middle finger.

She licked her lips, pursed them together and pushed it between them, slowly sucking the digit as she maneuvered it in and out of her mouth.

"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned and her hips through in an irregular gyration, causing me to mutter something obscene and squeeze her tits. This seemed to signal a desire in both of us to bring things to a head.

She increased not only her pace but the length of her gyrations and sucked harder on my finger.

This sensation lit the fuse on my orgasm and I groaned a warning. I squeezed at her more forcefully and she started to swear, quietly at first but then louder and louder as we both raced for the edge of the climax cliff.

She threw in one last gyration and pushed down on me as hard as she could and I hit her depths, feeling my hardness pulse just as she let out one last moan and fell onto me, as I buried my seed into her.

We lay there for what seemed like an eternity, just being present in each others glow, until the door to her bedroom door creaked and her mom's face pushed through into the room. "If you two are done, there are cold pancakes on the bench."

Becca went to get up but I told her to wait up. She needed some cleaning.

"Rune, you don't have to. Its okay."

I kissed her tenderly and told her that I wanted to.

"Really?"

I nodded and stroked her face. We kissed tenderly and she muttered something about being the luckiest girl in the world.

She sat up and I could feel our fluids begin to drip from her and into me. She knee walked her way to my head and straddled my mouth. I pushed my face up to her leaking pussy lips and kissed her gently there, getting a soft moan from her.

I wrapped my hands around her thighs and she settled down on me and I ate at her, drinking in our heady love cocktail mix until she was writhing and moaning above me, and came on me in a gushing climax.

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We spent the morning driving an all terrain buggy around as Becca showed me the property. It was crazy cold out but it was a fun zooming around the harvested fields. We stopped on a hilltop located at the furthest corner of the farm and she pointed out some local landmarks, her gloved hand searching out mine. She pulled me into another kiss and we headed back to the house to watch some Turkey Day football and help her mom with the final food preparations.

Detroit were up in their game against the Bears when Sierra called us to all gather at the table. Charity, Becca's 18 year old little sister appeared, having returned from a night out with some girl friends whilst we were out exploring, and appeared at the table wearing some yellow sweatpants and a matching hoodie and a mischievous look on her gorgeous face, taking a seat on the far side of the table as Sierra headed back to the kitchen to get one last serving spoon, yelling for Becca to get Emmett as she did so.

I took a seat in the chair that Becca had pointed to and smiled at Charity who was shuffling strangely in her chair.

"Big night?" I asked.

She nodded and told me that she and her girlfriends had snuck into a wedding reception on the outskirts of the city and helped themselves to a few drinks and some dancing before they got thrown out.

Becca appeared and took her seat next to me and took my hard and squeezed it, asking if I was all okay.

I nodded as Sierra took a seat at one end and Emmett the other.

We all surveyed the table. The turkey looked great and there were numerous other dishes. Becca pointed out the plate of golden candied yams and the platter of chipotle roasted cauliflower, that Charity had requested.

I was informed by Sierra that they had a household tradition that the person who had a significant birthday that year was able to sample the dish of their choice and everyone had to watch as they savored the dish for a few minutes.

I looked at Becca's sister. "So Charity, you requested the yams?"

She didn't answer as Emmett announced that he would say grace before we ate.

He was just about to start when Charity announced that I had both hands on the table. I heard Becca inhale suddenly and I looked down. My hands were well and truly flat on the table so I put them in a prayer position in front of me and looked over at Becca, hoping to assuage any faux pas I had just committed at her family's holiday gathering.

Becca had a look of horror on her face, Sierra looked stunned.

I mouthed a 'sorry' as Emmett worked his way through his words of thanksgiving.

Becca looked at me, flabbergasted.

As soon as he finished Charity stood, revealing that she had shed her pants and sporting nothing down there but her small landing strip of pubic hair above her pussy. She pulled at her top, and in an instant was standing there, buck naked.

"Fuck,' I thought, her tight body and perky tits were amazing and then thought "Hang on WTF?'

Emmett swore and demanded she sit down.

Charity was unmoved.

I now sported an instant erection.

"Tradition is tradition, Emmett. I get to sample the dish of my choice. You introduced this rule. Anything on the table you said, and he did have his hands on the table. You all saw that."

Sierra told her to sit. Charity shook her head and came round to my seat and straddled my legs. My hands went to her tits of their own accord. It was like a dream.

Becca stood and shouted at Charity to get off me. She then yelled at me to get my hands off her sister.

Charity thrust her hands to the front of my sweats and pulled them down and bunny hopped herself straight onto my hardness, impaling herself on me with a moan and causing me to groan at her nubile tightness.

Emmett swore and left the table, yelling something about sinners and ungodly children going to hell.

Sierra tried to grab at her wild daughter but Charity spat a threat at her that stopped her in her tracks, saying, "One more move mother and I'll tell Emmett about your little hot tub stunt last night."

Becca went to move and her sister just looked at her menacingly and said "Don't."

Becca backed off a half step.

"Charity, no!"

By now her little sister was pounding down on me and her tight but wet pussy was gripping at me like some intense tight and hot fuck machine. Charity bent forward and bit me on the neck. The move had me hit her cervix and I groaned, knowing that I was soon to blow my load into this fucking hot 18 year old's tight depths.

Charity started moaning like an animal in heat and came seconds later in a quivering orgasm and I fired off into her.

I didn't know what to do or say, so I just sat there, with this little jack in the box on my lap and my hands on her tits.

Charity looked at Becca.

"And to think that you were almost going to use HIM as a way of getting revenge at HIS sister."

Becca cried out.

I looked at Charity in confusion. "What?"

Charity's stare was fixed at Becca."That's for fucking Dan last summer, bitch." She pushed off me and my cum dripped from her swollen lips onto the chair and my thighs.

She looked at me. "Thanks for the fuck. You really are a dish. You know your sister ruined Becca's volleyball career and Becca plotted to get back at her through you?" she said as she went and sat down at her chair and reached for the yams.

Becca screamed and ran to her room, with Sierra following close behind.

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Becca had not denied it when we talked in her room. She had initially sought me out and had planned to use me to get back at my sister. She had sobbed for some time before she was able to pull herself together enough to be able to talk to me coherently.

"I was going to. But then I fell in love with you!" was all she could say.

I just couldn't make sense of this. But then I also couldn't make sense of Charity, of the last several months, of Becca. I threw stuff into my bag and told Becca I needed time. She protested and tried to hug me but I pushed her away.

I headed out her bedroom door but stopped short and turned to her. "Don't come near me until I'm ready to talk to you."

She fell to her bed, crying.

Charity and Sierra were yelling at each other in the kitchen, so I headed outside and found Emmett in his workshop. I apologized for bringing sin into the house and called on his good graces for help. After some time he reluctantly agreed to take me into the city.

From there I found an ATM and withdrew a wad of cash. I had two uber drivers cancel on me when I tried to book them for the three hour trip. The third came and chatted in person. It cost more than a small fortune in cash to get them to believe I had the where with all to be able to pay the charges online from Colombia all the way back to the College. The extra $100 I gave him to drive without talking to me also helped.

Becca sent me several messages over the next few hours, apologizing and begging me to come back. Her penultimate one said she would meet me in the lobby of a hotel down by Broadway and Short at 8 and promised to give me space, but just hear her out for 30 minutes.

Her final message, which arrived just as I made it down the stairs of my cellar apartment back at College just read "Rune, I'm dying inside. I need to know you are okay. Please, answer me. I love you."

I turned my phone off and fell onto the bed and slept horribly for a few hours.

I woke up around 3am and tried to process everything. Had Becca really set me up and schemed something from day one? Why would Charity make something like that up? Then I thought back to things people had said. Killian had warned me about Becca being dangerous at times. Simone had said something once. Becca's team mates had been stand offish after Halloween. Things Becca did, like the photos she took of me, the retelling of her exploits with Drayk, her belittling comments here and there... What did it all point to?

One thing was for certain. I needed to get away from Becca, if not for a while, then for good. This was one hell of a mess. I couldn't stay here. Becca knew where I lived. I couldn't got to Killian's. Becca would work her way through anyone I'd mentioned and either make contact with them or visit them. I couldn't do that to Killian. Add to that Stella, my landlord who lived upstairs, had a deal with her husband and Becca, and had arranged that she could fuck me after Thanksgiving. Stella would go ape if she didn't get to have her way with me, but keep her happy was not high on my priorities at this moment. Further still, Becca's bestie, Simone, was fucking Stella's husband and would be upstairs regularly.

I had a feeling that Becca would come looking for me one way or another. I needed time to think away from Becca and finals would be starting on Tuesday. The only idea that seemed to make any sense was to leave here and get through the week as best as I could. I also had a feeling that my relationship, my life, my whatever it was I had with Becca, was over.

I looked around the small apartment and set to work. I couldn't just walk out now and leave Stella to clean up all my stuff, as that just wouldn't be right. I found my large duffel bag and went through my clothes. I packed everything that I had bought, the stuff I had got with Stella and the several items Killian had given to me into the duffel and bagged up everything else into some trash bags. I cleaned the shower and bathroom and stripped my bed and put all the bedding except the comforter in a good will bag as well. I put all these into my car.

I cleaned the fridge out and quietly put everything in the trash outside the house. The only thing in the freezer was some vodka. I left that on the table. I then packed up my course materials and books into a box that I had under the stairs. I put my laptop in my backpack and did a final check, realizing I had things in my bedside table, including lube and a butt plug. Most of that, including the sex aids went into the trash.

I surveyed the place one last time. It was nearly 5 a.m. I had prepaid the rent for the semester but took a $500 out of my purse and left it on the table next to the vodka. I then wrote an apology note:

Stella and Steve, I'm so sorry. Things fell apart with Becca. I need time and space. I will tell you more one day, but for now I need to leave.

Stella, in time I'll work out a way to let your bargain be fulfilled. But now and not soon.

I love you guys, R.

I snuck away down the street and headed for a good will collection bin. I then found an early morning diner and lost myself in some bacon, eggs and toast and endless coffee. By late morning I had a room at a hotel, had tipped the staff $50 to not say I was there, had my car under a cover at a storage yard and had a new phone set up, with no contacts transferred over and new number and had switched off the old phone.

I then cried for hours and tried to study.

My first final was Tuesday. I ubered there and back, making sure to get in and out without any fuss. My head wasn't in the game but I think I did enough to pass. Wednesday I did the same but felt better about my answers.

Wednesday night I turned my old phone on and immediately regretted it. Multiple messages and voicemails came through.

Stella: Rune, I don't know what so say. Please tell me you are safe. Call me. I'm pissed that I don't get to sink my teeth into you as soon as I wanted, but I just want to know you are okay. Please call.

Becca: Rune. Pls call me.

Becca: Rune, I need u. This fucked up and I'm sorry. Please, pls just call. I need 2 explain.

Voicemail Becca (Crying): Rune, I need 2 talk. I'm fucking up finals thinking about you. I need 2 talk....I love u....please Rune....

Voicemail Stella: Rune, Its 2am Tuesday. Becca's gone nuts. She was outside, naked, yelling for you to come outside. She was hysterical. We had to get Simone to come and get her. The police rolled up too. I think you need to talk to her Rune. She's messed up.

Simone: Rune. Please call. This shit is getting weird. You need to talk to Becca.

Killian: Hey. Becca came to c me. She's freaked out and looking for you. R U ok? What's happened? She didn't say but I suspect something has gone down. I'm here for you. Just call. TIBW.

Voicemail Becca (Crying): Plse...just call.

Voicemail Becca (Crying): Rune. I need to know you are out there. Pls call me. I love u Rune. I've even resorted to AI poetry....

Voicemail Becca (sobbing): What is this nightmare that hides you from my eyes? What is this curse that clouds and defies? What is this pact I've struck with the unknown? I need to know if my chance of love has been overthrown...

Becca: Pls...

Thursday I had a double. I hid under a desk in a tutorial room and snacked on some crackers whilst I studied.

I made it through the exam and thought I'd done well, all things considered. I was just waiting the two minutes for the uber to arrive when Simone came up to me. I put a hand out to try to stop her but she came and stood three feet away. She looked like death warmed up.

"Rune, Becca overdosed on some meds last night. She's in hospital..."