Stepbrother (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Stepbrother (Part 2)

... shocked expression. "How can you think that?" How could I let myself think the alternative? That he'd been thinking about me for the last ten years in the same obsessive way I'd been thinking about him? That he was in love with me? "I've moved on," I lied. My voice was trembling and I was on the verge of tears. "I have. I'm sorry if you haven't, maybe you just need more time to… " "Look at me," he said as he closed the distance between. He cupped my chin with two fingers, but I averted my eyes as I looked up. "Look at me and tell me you don't want me Liv." “I… I don't," I whimpered as he pressed into me, pinning me on the counter. He brought his hand to my face, stroking my cheek. His touch sent shivers through me. Why was he still the only man who could send such delightful thrills through me? "I don't believe you," he said. His face was grazing mine and he was whispering in my ear. "Liv, I love you," he said softly. "I love you." I was taking small sharp breaths now. I was losing my will. I could feel that. So I moved to the side, away from him. I buried my face in my hands as I walked away, unable to stop the tears. I rushed to my bedroom. I leaned against the wall by the door and tried to compose myself. What was happening? Why was I suddenly feeling like that eighteen year old girl again? The door opened slowly. Talk about déjà vu. He shut the door and stood in front of me. I leaned into his palm when he cupped my face. He brushed away the tears. "Jack… " I drawled. He ...

... made me look at him. His fingers were in my hair, rubbing my scalp. He brought his face close to mine. "Can I kiss you?" he asked. "Is that okay?" I nodded. "Yes," I whispered. He kissed me lightly at first, our lips just touching. And then he pressed harder before coaxing my lips apart and wrestling with my tongue. I moaned as his fingers traced my neck. He reached around and found the zip of my dress. "Is this okay?" he asked as he unzipped it. I nodded as I realised that all my fight had left me; that I was completely surrendering to what my body wanted. To what it needed. My dress dropped to the floor. He looked at my body and breathed deeply. "Wow," he said as if to himself. I reached out and pushed his t-shirt up to his chest. He pulled it over his head. How was he still so taut and toned? I ran my fingers over his hard body and sighed wistfully. I took off his belt next and he stepped out of his pants. His cock was hard and pushing up against his boxers. I pulled his hand and made him step closer to me. And then I reached into his boxers and held his cock. He gasped as I moved my hand up and down his length. He took my other hand and held it against his chest. I could feel his heart beating rapidly under my palm. "Only you make me feel like this," he said. I craned my head up and kissed him while I jerked him off. He reached into my panties and found my clit. He kept kissing me as I rubbed him and he rubbed me. And then his other hand reached for mine and he lifted it ...