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Stepbrother

... breast and I held my breath. How was an accidental touch able to make me stir so much? He shut the door and went to his side. We drove home in silence. I nervously eyed him as he clutched the steering wheel. I’d been so rude to him earlier. He must have been mad at me. When he pulled into into our driveway, neither of us moved. “I’m sorry,” we said in unison. “No, I’m sorry,” he said. “Liv, I just want to protect you.” Like a big brother. I sighed. “It’s okay,” I said. “Thanks for looking out for me.” He put his hand on my thigh, caressing my skin under the fabric. My head shot up and I looked at him. Nothing about his gesture was brotherly. And nothing about his expression was. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god . I’d convinced myself that that morning in the kitchen was just innocent obliviousness on his part but it hadn’t been, had it? I quickly undid the seat belt and jumped out of the car. It was only when I got to the door that I realised that he had the keys. I stood and waited for him. He took a while to come out. I looked back at the car and he was just staring at me. I turned away from him. Despite how absolutely clear it was to me that we couldn’t cross that line, I was still overcome with desire for him. Finally, he came out and opened the door. I rushed upstairs, ignoring him as he called out my name. I stood in front of my dressing table, trying to steady my lustful thoughts. I tried to take off my necklace but my trembling hands couldn’t unclasp it. The door opened and I ...

... looked down. “You can’t be here,” I said, hoping — no praying — he’d leave. He said nothing as he came up to me. I shuddered when his hands touched my skin. He brushed my hair to the side and unclasped the silver chain. His hands trailed my shoulders, sending shivers down my body. “Jack, don’t,” I begged. He kissed my neck as his hands circled my waist. “You’re so beautiful Liv,” he said. “This is wrong,” I said as his fingers pressed into my waist. “Does this feel wrong?” He cupped my breast with one hand while the other trailed up my body and reached my throat, gently caressing the skin there. I breathed hard. “Or do you want me to leave so you can touch yourself?” I gasped. “I know you do. And I know you think of me when you do.” I whimpered as I felt him grind against my ass. “I think about you too, Liv,” he said. He did? Why did the revelation turn me on? “I think about you when I’m jerking off in the shower or late at night,” he said into my ear. “You’re all I think about.” “Jack…” my voice trailed. He spun me around and then pressed against me, making me perch on the dressing table. He took my hand and pressed it against his crotch. “Feel this,” he said. His cock was at least semi-erect. He made my hand rub against it. “That’s because of you. Because of how you make me feel Liv.” He cupped my face, stroking my cheek. “Can I kiss you?” he asked. His face was against mine. I could feel his breath on my lips and his warmth on my skin. He brushed my nose with his. “Please ...