Page 30 of Jealous Stepbrother
“Then I sang happy birthday?—”
“Nah, baby. You’re skipping a step, aren’t you? You didn’t just hug my waist, did you?”
“Okay. I… umm… pressed myself against you.”
“Where, princess? Which body part did you use?” he demands.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment. “My… breasts,” I mutter.
For several seconds, the only sound in the room is the frantic sound of our ragged breathing. Then I feel him shift.
A second later, I hear a familiar whine and my eyes fly open to see the curtains parting, letting in a thick shaft of bright sunlight. Right across his braced thighs. And my chest.
The rest of our bodies is hidden in half-shadows.
“Show me,” Asher bites out.
“Asher—”
“Show me the tits you tortured me with that night, little sis. Or so fucking help me.”
I grip the hem of my tank and pull it up, baring my heavy breasts to my stepbrother.
He exhales, hard and fast, his bare chest rising and falling as he stares. And stares. And stares.
Then he resumes stroking his cock.
“Did I tell you to stop talking? You seem to be able to keep your hips moving and wriggling just fine. Work that luscious mouth too, hmm.”
“You f-flipped me under you when I was done singing. And then…then…” Memory rains down on me like a summer storm. Warm and drenching in seconds. “You kissed me.”
“How?” he croaks.
I recall everything about our first kiss, have relived it more times than I care to count. Compared it to every mediocre one that followed.
“You were…hungry, almost punishing. It knocked the air out of me, but you…you didn’t stop. You kept going until I th-thought I was going to pass out.”
One arm slams down next to my shoulder as Asher looms even larger over me, the muscles in his arm rippling as he jacks himself off. His heavy balls brush my bare skin with every movement, and I feel myself gush shamelessly.
“Tell me what happened next, pretty girl. Tell me what you made your brother do to you.”
There’s no point protesting innocence now. No point denying it. I wanted him and every forbidden thing we did with the power of a thousand suns.
“You told me I…I’d driven youtothe breaking point. That you knew I was a virgin…that I was on b-birth control. And that you…you…”
“Yeah?” The word is barely coherent, his eyes all fevered, berserk fire, no ice.
“That you were going to f-fuck me bare, the way God intended.”
His nostrils flare wide and several drops of pre-cum shoot from his tip. One lands on my engorged nipple, then slides off down the steep slope of my breast, and Asher makes a tortured sound. My own hips move faster, my thighs squeezing and unclenching.
Illicit pleasure rifles through me and sweet holy hell, I know it’ll take very little to tip me over the edge.
“Scarlett,” he warns.
“You ripped my nightie off, then you orderedmeto sp-spread my legs.”
“Why did I do that?”
