Chapter Two: My stepbrother wants me

~ Rose~

He saw me

He fucking saw me. Butt naked, my hand deep in my pussy while I moan his name like he’s the only thing that existed.

That thought kept ringing in my head as I freshed up, yanked on some clean clothes and stormed my way downstairs for breakfast.

The new family was already at the table when I arrived. Charles in another overpriced tailored suit that probably cost more than people’s rent. Mum in her usual nurse scrubs, flashing that fake smile that never seems to reach her eyes.

I still didn’t understand why she kept working. I mean, she was married to the Perfect Charles Hayes, a literal Bill gates in the making. Okay, he wasn’t up to that but the man had money, enough that she’d never had to work in her lifetime.

“Are you done with your fun?” Archer teased, pushing a huge spoon of peas in his mouth.

I sneaked a glance at him, my cheeks flushed. He chuckled, knowing fully well that those words had further my embrassment.

I completely ignored him, turning to mum who started dishing out a full plate of eggs, bacon and some peas.

“Morning Mama, Morning Charles.” I said, pulling out a chair just opposite Archer.

They both beamed. “Good morning, Rose.”

Charles glanced over. “How was your night?”

“Oh, she spent it dreaming about me.” Archer replied before I could utter a word.

I glared at his side before kicking his leg from under the table.

He jerks backward dramatically, stretches his hand to massage his leg and hisses. Glad Charles and Mum didn’t understand what he meant.

“I’ll be working overtime at the hospital tonight, Rose. So, Charles and I wouldn’t be home tonight. Hope you two can manage?” She asked, turning to face Archer who just nodded like some bobblehead on the car dash.

“There’s some leftover rice and grilled chicken in the fridge. All you need to do is warm it up for dinner.”

“You can count on me to babysit Rose, Miss Grace .” He said.

“Oh great, you guys could spend some time together.” Mum kept yapping as I imagined my pussy milking Archer’s dick dry tonight.

“I heard it’s quite good for sibling bonding.”

“More like sex bonding.” Archer snorted under his breath. Mum and Charles couldn’t even grasp what he said. But with my advanced ears. I heard it.

I rolled my eyes like I was disgusted from his words but the large sticky glob of juices sliding down my thighs clearly said otherwise.

I was super horny now, and all I could picture was Archer bending me over this table and fucking the hell out of me or maybe over that kitchen sink with my legs apart while I let him drag his big fingers up my thighs, straight to my soaked cunt and finger fuck me until I forget my name.

I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing between my legs.

But it was worthless.

I needed to be fucked.

And I mean soon and fast.

Else I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind.

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Later that night, Archer was sprawled on the living room couch, watching N*****x. Half glass of soda dangling in one hand and the remote loose in the other. He was still in the same sweatpants from earlier, only this time, it hung lower, so low I could see his V hairs drifting south.

He turned his attention to me and smiled warmly when our eyes clicked.

“Couldn’t stay away, huh?”

I snorted. “You’re still here?”

“Yeah of course, where else would I be?” He smirked. “ Grace told me to babysit you, remember?”

I looked away, sighed. “I don’t need babysitting.”

Archer stood up from the couch and rounded me. “I know you don’t, but we could continue from last night.”

I took a step back. “What? That was a mistake. A mistake that should never have happened. That shouldn’t have been seen…”

“But I saw it, flower.”

My throat dried, like the Savannah desert after 200 days with no sign of rain kind of dry.

His eyes kept roaming over me. Then, he stepped closer and closer until his head was practically touching mine.

“Why do you keep doing that?” He growled, his breath fanning across my lips.

“Do what?”

“You think I don’t notice, the way you walk around in those tiny gowns, pretending to bend over just enough for me to see. You think I don’t hear you, the way you moan my name in your sleep like it’s a fucking prayer. You know my room is just across yours but you still do it, Rose. Every fucking night.”

He shifted, just a little.

But it felt like a whole movement. I felt every inch of him. That thickness through his jeans and my clit clenched just from that.

I didn’t move. I couldn’t or should I say, I didn’t want to. Because moving means breaking this, ending this and I didn’t want that.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I heard myself say.

“Oh you don’t?”

He rolled his hips, grinding against my clit through the layers of my clothes and god, it felt good.

“You’ve been driving me crazy for weeks, those soft, wet sounds your pussy makes when you fuck yourself dirty.” He snarled.

I swallowed hard.

He tilted his head to meet my eyes. And fuck, they were wild, coated in absolute lust.

“Yes, I hear them too, every shift, every whimper. I see the way your body betrays you anytime I’m close, I smell that juice dripping down your legs no matter how hard you try to hold it in. So, don’t think you can stand here and act innocent.”

His hand grazed my lips, trailing down my neck until it got to the center of my chest. He let his thumb stroke, slow, real slow like he was counting every frantic beat.

“Feel that?” He murmured. “Your breathing is so shallow, I can practically hear your heartbeat. And this—?” His free hand slid lower, past my rib, pass my stomach, drifting down just below my damp panties.

He pressed against it and my hips bucked from that.

I gasped.

“Fuck.” He muttered. “You’re soaked already and I haven’t even started.”

“What?”