Home Alone with My Stepbrother ( II )

DANIEL POV

The second the front door clicked, I knew. Penelope was back.

I tried to focus on Sara, the blonde currently naked and busy between my legs but it was no use. My grip on the armrests of the chair tightened until my knuckles turned white. I didn't even look at Sara. She was just some girl from one of my classes, pretty enough, but she’d been practically begging to come over for weeks. I’d only said yes because the house was supposed to be empty. Mom was already in England for some work trip , and my old man was buried in some legal brief at his firm, probably not coming home until the middle of the night. It was supposed to be just me, alone, blowing off some steam.

But Penelope was back.

My ears were locked on the sound of her heavy suitcase dragging across the floorboards downstairs. Every time our shoulders brushed in the hallway, or I caught her staring at me from the kitchen window while I was swimming in the pool, I felt this itch to pin her againstthe wall. Just knowing she was in the house made my cock harder  and my skin feel too tight.

"Oh yes... suck that fucking cock," I growled, but I wasn't even seeing Sara anymore.

I was waiting. I knew she couldn't help herself. And then I heard it, the softest, tiniest creak of the floorboard right outside my bedroom door. My heart hammered against my ribs like it wanted to break out. I kept my eyes shut, pretending to be lost in it, but I watched through the slit of my eyelashes as the door nudged open just an inch.

There she was. Penelope. Her eyes were blown wide, pupils huge, fixed right on my cock as it disappeared into Sara’s mouth. She looked terrified and hungry all at once. Then, I watched her hand slide under that short denim skirt. I saw her shoulder shaking as she started rubbing her clit right there in the hallway, watching me get mine. The sheer boldness of it, the way she was soaking her fingers with her pussy juice while her stepbrother got sucked off made me want to cum.

I didn't look away. I snapped my eyes wide open and locked them onto hers. I stared her down, watching the panic hit her face, while I finished right into Sara’s throat. I didn't stop until I felt every last pulse of my cock.

The look on Penelope's face was priceless. She bolted, her small feet thumping as she tiptoed back downstairs like her life depended on it.

"That was amazing, Daniel," Sara whispered, sounding breathless as she pulled away, wiping my cum off her  mouth.

I didn't even look at her. I stood up immediately, kicking my pants higher and zipping them up. My mind was already downstairs. "You need to leave, Sara. Now."

"What? But we were just starting "

"Door’s that way," I snapped, pointing toward the hallway. I didn't care about being nice or the fact that she was still naked,I just wanted her out. I watched her struggle to put on her clothes and fix her messy hair in a hurry then she kissed me goodbye andwent out . I waited until I heard the front door slam behind her, then I took a deep, shaky breath.

I headed downstairs, my heart still racing, my body still recovering from the orgasm I just had. I found her in the kitchen. She was standing by the water dispenser, her back to me, her shoulders hunched up high. She was holding a glass, but the water was overflowing, splashing onto her hand because she was shaking so much she couldn't even hit the button right.

"Hi," I said, my voice coming out low, rough, and dangerous.

She jumped, nearly dropping the glass on the floor. She didn't turn around immediately, just fumbled with the dispenser, her fingers tripping over each other. "Oh, Daniel. You scared me. I... I just got back. I was just getting some water. It’s so hot outside."

I walked closer, my flops  sounding heavy and deliberate on the kitchen tiles. I stopped right behind her, so close I could smell that floral perfume mixed with the scent of her own heat. I could see the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing up. "I saw you, Penelope."

She finally turned, her face pale as a sheet, her eyes darting everywhere, the stove, the floor, the ceiling anywhere but at me. "Saw me? Where? I don't understand what you're talking about. I just got in from the taxi."

I took a sharp step into her space, forcing her back until her back  hit the cold granite of the counter. I leaned in, pinning her there. "Don’t pretend. We both know you want this. We've been playing this game for months."

"Daniel, I…."

"Shut up," I whispered, leaning down so my lips were almost brushing her ear. "I see you wearing those skimpy skirts whenever we’re home alone. You think I’m blind? And you think I don't hear you? Talking to your friends on the phone when I pass your room? Discussing how hot I look and how you can’t wait to fuck me? I heard every word, Penelope."

Her breath hitched, a small, broken moan leaving her throat as her eyes finally met mine.

"You think I don't see you peeping at me at the pool? Staring at my cock every time I have a swim, hoping the water is clear enough to see everything?" I reached out and gripped her waist, my fingers digging hard into her soft skin. I yanked her forward, slamming her hips into mine with a dull thud. I was still semi-hard, my cock throbbing under my jeans, and I made sure she felt every thick inch of it pressing right into her stomach.

Penelope gasped, her hands trembling so much she was splashing water all over her chest. Her top was getting damp, clinging to her skin, and her nipples were poking through the fabric like they were reaching for me. She looked like she was about to collapse right there.

"See what you're doing to me?" I groaned, pressing my weight harder against her, letting her feel the hardness  of my cock through the denim.

I reached down and took the glass from her shivering hand, my fingers lingering on hers for a second, feeling her pulse racing through her skin. I set the glass down on the counter behind her without looking. I didn't let go of her waist; if anything, I pulled her closer. I leaned in until our noses were brushing, my eyes searching hers, demanding the truth.

"Tell me you don’t want this," I challenged, my voice vibrating in the tiny, hot space between our mouths. "Tell me right now, look me in the eye and say you don't want your stepbrother to fuck you, and I won’t bother you anymore."