Page 31 of Jealous Stepbrother
“So you could s-see my pretty pink pussy,” I recite it the way he did that night. Or I think I do but he shakes his head once.
“No. Sure, it was the prettiest and loveliest shade of pink I’ve ever seen but I wanted to see how wet you were too, didn’t I? How all that blushing and pretending and mock outrage was just hiding a shameless slut who was wet even before she slid into my bed. And you were, weren’t you, baby sis?”
There’s no use hiding now. Not even now when my bodyisactively betraying me. “Y-yes.”
A shade of fury leaves his face. “Good girl. Now let’s finish.”
“You pulled out your…cock and you told me to look at you as…as you…”
“As I fed you the dick you made hard just by breathing. The dick that’s never soft when you’re around. And what did you dowhen you kept these luscious thighs open for me and you took my inches like the good little slut you were?”
I don’t tell him how it felt when he stripped me emotionally bare that first time in his bed, how the whole world outside that room vanished the second he pushed inside me for the first time.
Asher is hellbent on exposing every corner of my memory. This one I’m holding back, keeping for myself.
“It hurt. At first. But you ordered me to keep looking into your eyes. A-and you kissed me.”
“Had to shut you up because you wouldn’t stop shrieking. Our parents were down the hall but you didn’t care, did you? Your brother’s cock was stretching your tiny hole, filling you up, and you kept screaming louder and louder until kissing youwasn’tenough, was it?”
I shake my head. “You covered my mouth with your hand and…” God, recalling the shock and the heat and the sheer wrongness that felt so impossibly right robs me of words. How I said his name over and over until he was growling into my ear.
His grip on himself tightens again, and I know he’s close. “And I rammed home into the sweetest, tightest pussy on earth,” he finishes for me. And his voice fractures.
Asher’s breathing like a man about to break. “And how did it feel when I came inside you, Scarlett?”
My mouth goes dry. “Like you owned me.”
“Because I do. Are you going to forget that, baby?”
I shake my head a little too eagerly.Watch his mouthdrop open on another pant.
“Good. Now cup those titties for me like a good little slut. Show me where to put four years of cum I’ve saved just for you.”
My mouth drops open on that raw admission. Is he saying…
“Yes, Scarlett. I’ve waited for you…for this…for four fucking years. I can’t get it up for anyone else but you. So be a good girland do what your brother says. Keep those eyes on me. And. Cup. Those. Fucking. Tits.”
My hands snap up almost of their own accord. I wrap them around my breasts and smoosh them together, the dark pink nipples pointing straight up at Asher.
He goesferal.
His grip tightens so hard his veined cock turns a darker shade of purple. Pre-cum lubes the steely length and he pistons faster, faster, faster.
Until he breaks.
“Scarlett! Fuck, oh fuck!” He roars, deep and guttural, and his whole body is caught in relentless shudders as hot streaks of cum shoot from his head.
It spills over his hand and splatters over my breasts, my throat, my fingers. Endless streams. All while his eyes are locked on mine the whole time.
For long moments after, all I can hear is our breathing.
His shaft jerks sporadically but he never takes his eyes off my face. When he finally does, it’s to watch the mess he made of my chest.
I’m secretly fascinated by the smug pleasure that suffuses his face as he smears his spend all over me. “I’m half-minded to make you wear my cum all day today.”
My heart lurches, not because it’s a horrifying idea. I’m stunned by how much I want that, too. But I force my head to shake. “No…Asher.”
“Hush,” he interrupts. Then he drops down and brushes a kiss on my forehead, my temple, the tip of my nose. I barely stop myself from angling my mouth toward his.
