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Stepbrother

... way, he could just be very intense sometimes. I looked over the kitchen window and saw him returning from his run. To my dismay, he was shirtless — his taut, ripped body was on full display for me as he entered the kitchen. “Hey, sleepy bird, ” he said as he sucked in air and breathed deeply. “Holidays are for sleeping in, not torturing yourself,” I said, trying not to linger on his body. “Nah, running’s good for you. Get’s your blood flowing, energy circulating,” he said as he approached me. “Here feel my heart.” He came up in front of me and lifted my hand to his chest. My mouth opened to protest but no words came out. He looked me right in the eye as he pressed his hand on top of mine and I felt his heart beat. “Um,” I said quietly as I observed the contrast of our skin tones. His creamy white skin was getting a tan, probably from all those runs, and my skin was quite pale compared to his. I was paralysed in our stance. I wanted to run my fingers all over his body, starting with his rock hard abs. Was I sick? Why was I thinking this? He’s your step-brother Olivia! I pulled my hand away as my senses came flooding back. “Maybe I should start working out,” I said after clearing my throat. “I hope it’s just to get fitter, not because you think there’s anything to improve,” he said. “You look great!” I blushed at the compliment then pursed my lips and moved away to the cabinet. I stood on my tip-toes trying to get a cup to drink coffee in but it was at the back. I could feel ...

... his gaze on me though. You can always tell when someone is staring at you even when you can’t see them. I heard his feet shuffle towards me. “Here let me get it for you,” he said. Before I could get out of the way, he was behind me. I gasped when I felt him pushing against my ass. I could feel the outline of his cock brushing against me. He put one hand on my waist as the other reached above me and retrieved the cup. He set it down on the counter but did not move away. Why was he standing so close? Why was his hand on my waist? I felt a twitch on my ass. Was he getting hard? I was paralysed once again. I felt him press into me slightly before he took a deep breath. “I better go take a shower,” he said. I didn’t say anything as he moved away from me and went upstairs. I was breathing hard, not believing what just happened. Then my hand was in my panties and I was sticking my fingers in my aching pussy. I was gasping, whispering his name as I fingered myself. I was sopping wet by then, a result of merely looking at him. Then my fingers were on my clit, just like before. I shuddered against the counter as a wave of bliss washed over me. I leaned against the top, breathing coarsely as a wave of shame followed. How was I going to survive three weeks of him here? ****** Several days later, I was at an engagement party. My mom’s best fried, Katie was finally getting married. I wasn’t in the highest of moods. My friends were having a ball at the lake, partying, and I was missing it all ...