Page 14 of My Italian Stepbrother

“What do you want to know about me?” I raise my eyebrow at him.

He takes a deep breath and leans back on the ground, thinking hard for a moment. “Why do you want to teach special education?” he finally asks.

“I’ve always wanted to be a teacher. I love children and I want to help them,” I start saying as he watches me talk with a gentle spark in his eyes. “When I was in high school, I volunteered at a day camp for low-income families, and there were a lot of special needs children there. I guess I sort of fell in love with helping them. I knew right away that’s what I wanted to do with my life.”

“That’s amazing.” He looks around, inches forward to reach for the wine, and pours us both a glass.

“I want to ask you about what you do, but I get the sense you can’t say much about it,” I awkwardly say, hoping he might give me some clue about what his job with his family is.

He sighs and shakes his head. “You’re right about that. I know you probably have a lot of suspicions about it, and you’re probably right about those things too.” I suddenly feel guilty for bringing it up. “Just know that I don’t want to see anyone hurt, Brie. There are things I have to do, and I want to see those things changed.”

I nod my head and gulp when he says that. It sounds like he really hates being involved with his father’s business, but it only leaves me with more questions. Despite everything he’s done, he doesn’t seem like a bad person.

“Should we talk about yesterday?” I ask him after a minute of silence.

He doesn’t answer me, instead, he lies back and stares at the sky. The sun has set completely, and the moon hangs in its place. I look up to see what he’s staring at, and I see a sky full of stars.

I lie back on the blanket, my head next to his, and look up at them too.

“When I was in prison, I had a small window in my cell.” His voice softens, and when I take a peek at him, he has this faraway look in his eyes. “Every night, I’d stare at it and look at the stars, wishing I spent more time doing things like that when I was free.”

“You never really know when it’s going to be the last time you can do something,” I whisper back.

He turns his head to look at me, but I continue staring at the stars, imagining him all alone in his cell and wishing he were out here on this hill. He takes my hand in his, and we wrap our fingers together. My heart races at the contact. He’s being so gentle and calm. Compared to yesterday, this is an entirely new person, and I like it.

I turn my face to Benito’s, and we stare at each other for a minute, both of our chests heaving. He leans closer, and our lips meet.

This kiss is much less rushed and hungry than the one yesterday morning. Benito moves his mouth slowly, his tongue gently grazes mine, and I can feel the passion and longing in this kiss. He pulls his hand away and climbs on top of me. I’ve been craving the feel of his body against mine, and I finally have it. FINALLY.

He kisses my jaw and works his way down the column of my neck before stopping on the spot between my collarbones and softly licking it. I spread my legs and wrap them around his waist, drawing him closer to me. His hands explore my body, rubbing the bare skin of my thighs and dragging his finger up under my sweater. My skin burns where he touches it, and tension quivers in my stomach.

Benito pulls away from me and looks down at my sweater before slowly lifting it up. He kisses my stomach, and I moan when the heat from his mouth meets my bare skin. He licks his way up my body, and my pulse hammers beneath his fingertips. He gently rubs and squeezes both of my breasts over my bra before he lowers his mouth to kiss them.

I buck my hips against him, desperate to feel more of him. The memory of him pleasuring himself to me is still fresh in my mind, and I want to feel what I saw. He grinds his pelvis against mine, and I feel his arousal through his pants. My apex is pulsing, already craving his massive member inside of me.

He pulls the cup of my bra down and takes my breast in his mouth. I shudder at the pleasure of his tongue teasing me, alternating between sucking and licking. We both softly grind our hips together, lust washing over me. He pulls away from me and I whimper, practically begging for him to come back.

Benito looks down at his jeans, where a small wet spot rests in front. My face burns as soon as I realize what it is. It’s from me. He smirks at me as he cups his manhood.

Leaning forward, he spreads my legs further and reaches a hand up my skirt. He grazes my panties, already soaked and ready.

“Fuck,” he growls to himself when he feels how aroused I am.

I part my lips and look at him while he softly rubs my panties with his thumb, moaning at the dizzying sensation. He sits back and pulls me up to straddle him on his lap, and I throw my arms around his neck before kissing him.

“Don’t lie to me, princess,” he tells me in a hushed voice when he pulls his mouth away from me. My heart races with anticipation thinking about what happened yesterday when he said the same thing. “Did you like it when I was spanking you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper as I nibble on his earlobe.

“I thought so,” he laughs in response. “I can’t tell you how hard it was for me to walk away from that.”

“I want you,” I shamelessly say to him, staring directly into his eyes.

He grips my waist and pulls it down on him, as close as it can be to his groin, and slowly moves my body back and forth on him.

“You like that, little girl?” He muffles my moans with his mouth.

I push him away for a moment, working up the nerve to tell him something important before this goes any further.

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