STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 3

Scarletts P.O.V

After tossing and turning, you manage to fall asleep that night. Only a few hours go by until you wake

up to the sound of creaking and something else.

What the hell is that?

You rub your eyes. The clock on your nightstand reads 2am. You groan and roll over.

"Just go back to sleep. Ignore it" you say to yourself in a raspy voice as you roll over.

Throwing your blankets off yourself you pull yourself up, blink the blurriness from your vision and press

your feel to the cold floor. You hear the noise again.

Oliver... its two in the damn morning, some of us still have class

Moaning

OH MY GOD... he's not alone!

You creep from your bedroom towards him. The moaning noises get louder the closer you get to his

door. You press your hands against his door with the intent to place your ear against it, but its slightly

cracks open.

Fuck...

You hear Oliver fairly groan; the sound makes you clench your thighs together. You inhale a slow

breath, closing your eyes for a moment.

I cant fucking believe this.

Your eyes dart to the flatscreen and widen. Porn lights up his darkened room, illuminating his hand

which grips the thick shaft of his bulge...

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You lick your lips. The thought of images of you walking into his room, kneeling before him at the foot of

his bed, and wrapping your lips around it...

Shaking your head, your eyes are pinned to the way he strokes his shaft. Long skilful tugs. Oliver leans

back slightly, his abs lit up like a fucking Christmas tree as he masturbates to the tv. He doesn't notice

your presence and groans again.

"Oh fuck... fuck, I'm gonna cum"

This is too fucking hot.

Your fingers twitch with the urge to trekked yourself through your pyjama pants.

A few short grazes from my fingers and I'd have been having an orgasm with him. I'm tempted to go

into there.

You twist back around determined to go back to bed.

Just the sight of him makes me wet. But I-I can't stay there and watch him.

You shake your head, but halt at your doorway. The urge too return to him overcomes you and you find

yourself quietly making your way back over to his bedroom.

"Well... damn" you say as you push the door open more.

Before you get the chance to step forward, your eyes lock on Oliver watching as his lips part slightly

and he lets out a groan as his shaft switches and he orgasms. He doesn't stop stroking himself as your

eyes remained locked, and when his strokes slow, his lip twitches up into a grin.

You gasp, feeling your cheeks warm with embarrassment.

Oh fuck, oh fuck... that didn't really go as i planned. Why do i feel like I've been caught doing something

I shouldn't have?

The urge to flee takes over.

Oliver stands, unbothered by his blatant nudity. You cant help but trail your eyes down his body. The

rippling muscles of his chest and abdomen. The sexy V that leads down to his glistening shaft.

You swallow the lump in your throat, feeling the heat between your thighs. Aware of how turned on you

are.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Olive says as he reaches for a towel which is hanging on the desk chair

beside the TV.

You become acutely aware there's still porn on the screen. An autumn haired woman like yourself

getting fucked roughly. His eyes follow yours to the TV and he snickers, before dragging the towel

across his hardened bulge. It bounces, almost tempting you to grip it.

"I-I just came to tell you to keep the noise down. You woke me up.'

"You seem pleased by it now."

"Think again"

Real fucking convincing, scar. You're still standing here. Salivating over his dick.

You cross your arms over your chest, and frown.

He's trying to get a reaction. He likes the thought of me wanting him.

You scoff.

"You can say whatever you want, pretend you're not horny from watching me jerk myself off, but if i

wrapped my hands around your waist I wou-"

He nods to your shirt. You look down, and firm your lips.

Fuck... my nipples are hard. Talk about betrayal.

You run your hands down your breasts, attempting to get rid of your hard nipples, but you only add to

your need to be touched. You bite your lip, muffling the moan on your tongue as you let your arms fall

back down to your sides.

Oliver runs his tongue slowly over his lips, his eyes steady on your breasts.

'I bet you taste as good as I imagine"

Jesus... how have things gotten so crazy like this? One minute we're hating each other and the next

we're almost fucking... No. he's probably not used to women turning him down.

"Fortunately, you'll never find out."

Reaching for t hr doorknob, you grasp it firmly, and shoot him a quick glare.

"Keep the fucking noise down. Some of us aren't on summer break yet."

You slam his door shut, and march angrily back towards your room.

This is going to be a faking problem. Relax. He's not that fucking charming. Just ignore it. Fight he

dumb female urges you have. He's an asshole! You're better than that...