Traveling with Bryan - Chap. 3 - Bryan climbs in my bed uninvited - Sex Stories

Traveling with Bryan - Chap. 3 - Bryan climbs in my bed uninvited

... for a moment. I will go back to my own bed before we fall asleep." It sounded innocent, but we both knew it was not. My fingers were still touching my clitoris, but my movements had stopped as I processed what was happening. I said nothing. I was still wearing my t-shirt, but nothing else. Bryan's naked form slid under the covers next to me. Not sure what to do, or how to react, I slowly turned on my side, placing my back towards my stepson. Bryan moved in to spoon me, draping his arm around me. He pulled me close; I could feel his penis begin to throb to life against my bare backside. I felt paralyzed, unable to move. Bryan moved his hand down my shoulders and arm, massaging and rubbing my arm and shoulder, slowly encroaching on the side of my breasts. I felt dizzy, confused, unsure of what to do; actually not even sure what I could do. "Bryan, you must not do this. Please, this is not right." My voice cracked as I spoke. But I did not try to remove his hand. And I did not lower my arm to block his access to my breast. I just laid there motionless, allowing my stepson to stroke the side of my breast. "Brenda, it is okay. I just want to me near you, to touch you. I love you so much." And I knew he did. I could feel the love in his voice and his touch. And I was deeply in love with my stepson too. I did not respond, silently trying to determine what I should do. Bryan's hand slowly, tentatively slid down the side of my breast on top of my cotton t-shirt, and found my very ...

... erect nipple. He began to fondle my nipple through the cotton material as I tried to stifle my moan. "Oh baby, please, don't..." I said in a weak protest. I brought my hand up and took hold of his fingers which were teasing my nipple. I intended to remove his hand from my breast, but I didn't. I simply held his hand in place against my breast. I could not seem to muster the strength to actually pull his hand from my breast; the contact was simply too pleasurable. I could not bring myself to make him stop. God forgive me, I needed my stepson's touch at that moment. Bryan slowly started to move his hand away from my breast, sliding his hand down my flat, tight stomach. I grabbed his hand and held it, preventing him from reaching his target. Bryan then simply said, "I love you Brenda. Please let me touch you. Please." "Oh Bryan, I can't. It is not right. We can't do this," I said, almost crying, my voice shaking. "Please, Brenda. Please." I remained silent for fifteen seconds or so. In a strange way, I felt like I was not even in control of my own body; I felt like I was outside watching this surreal situation unfold. I felt that I was more of an observer than a participant. I slowly released his hand despite knowing we should not do this. And as I released Bryan's hand, I knew that I was going to permit my stepson to touch me, to touch me in the most intimate manner, in a manner that stepsons should never touch their stepmothers. Bryan found the hem of my t-shirt and slowly slid ...