Stepbrother’s Rules- 2

By noon the sun was blazing hot. The house felt like an oven even with the AC running full blast. I changed into my red bikini, grabbed a towel and a book, and headed to the pool. Jax was nowhere in sight. Good. I needed time alone to clear my head.

The pool area was perfect, sparkling blue water, comfortable lounge chairs, and a beautiful view of the hills. I spread my towel, applied sunscreen, and dove in. The cool water felt amazing on my hot skin. I swam a few laps, then floated on my back, letting the sun warm my face.

I didn’t know how long I’d been there when I felt eyes on me.

I looked up. Jax was standing on the second-floor balcony, leaning against the railing, watching me. He wasn’t smiling. Just staring with that intense look. After a long moment, he turned and disappeared inside.

My heart beat faster.

A few minutes later, the sliding door opened. Jax walked out wearing only black swim trunks. His body looked incredible in the sunlight — strong chest, defined abs, tattoos that made him look dangerous. He dropped his towel on the chair next to mine and dove into the pool with smooth, powerful strokes.

He swam a few laps, then came up near the edge close to me. Water ran down his face and chest. He rested his arms on the pool wall, looking at me.

“You’re going to burn if you stay out here too long,” he said, voice low.

“I put on sunscreen,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

His eyes moved slowly over my body — my legs, my stomach, my chest. I felt that look everywhere. Heat pooled between my legs. I pressed my thighs together.

Jax pulled himself out and sat on the edge, legs in the water, facing me. Drops slid down his skin. He looked too good and too calm and it was driving me crazy as fuck.

I stood up, walked to the edge near him, and lowered myself into the water. I moved right between his legs, placing my hands on the pool edge on either side of his hips. We were close now.

“You were watching me from upstairs,” I said boldly.

He didn’t deny it. “Hard not to.”

His eyes locked on mine. The air felt thick. My nipples hardened against the thin bikini fabric. I was getting wet, and not just from the pool.

I leaned in closer. “You act like you don’t care,” I whispered. “But I think you do.”

Jax’s jaw tightened. One hand came out of the water and rested on my waist. His thumb brushed my skin.

“You have no idea what you’re playing with, Riley,” he said quietly, voice rough. Jax turned to leave, water dripping down his back. The lust from my dream mixed with the real sight of him standing there was too much. My body was on fire. I couldn’t let him walk away like nothing happened.

I grabbed his arm hard. “Wait.”

He stopped. I pulled him toward me, but my foot slipped on the wet tile. We both lost balance and fell into the pool with a loud splash.

I came up coughing and laughing, pushing wet hair out of my face. Jax surfaced right in front of me, so close our bodies brushed under the water. His blue eyes were dark, breathing heavier now.

“Fuck, Riley,” he muttered, wiping water from his face. “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”

Before he could say anything else, I moved forward and cornered him against the pool wall. I pressed my body against his and kissed him.

It wasn’t gentle. I kissed him like I was starving — hard, desperate, my hands grabbing his shoulders. For a second he stayed still, surprised. Then he groaned against my mouth and kissed me back, rough and hungry. His tongue slid into my mouth as one of his hands gripped my waist under the water.

He suddenly turned us around, pushing me against the tiles instead. In one quick move, he grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted my legs, spreading them wide around his hips. I gasped as he held me open like that, my back pressed to the wall, the water lapping around us.

“Shit, you’re really doing this,” he growled against my lips, voice low and rough. “You know this is fucked up, right?”

“I don’t care,” I breathed, my heart hammering. “I want you.”

He kissed me again, deeper, then started moving down. His mouth trailed along my jaw, down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. He kissed across my collarbone, then lower to my breasts. He sucked one nipple through the wet bikini fabric, biting gently, making me moan loudly.

“Fuck… Jax…”

His hand slid between my legs. He didn’t pull my bikini bottom aside. Instead, he pressed two thick fingers right against my pussy through the thin, soaked fabric and started rubbing slow, firm circles over my clit. The lace rubbed against me with every stroke, the pressure perfect.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he muttered against my breast, even in the pool water. “I can feel how much you want this.”

I moaned, hips rocking against his hand. He kept kissing and sucking on my tits while his fingers worked me harder, pressing the wet fabric between my folds, teasing my entrance without pushing inside. The friction was driving me crazy.

“Tell me,” he said, voice husky. “Tell me you’ve been thinking about your stepbrother’s fingers inside you.”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck, yes… I have.”

He rubbed faster, pressing harder against my clit. I was shaking, my legs trembling around his waist. The pleasure built fast and intense until I couldn’t hold back.

I came hard, crying out as my body shook against him. My pussy clenched and throbbed against his fingers while he kept stroking me through it, drawing out every wave until I was panting and weak in his arms.

Jax finally slowed his hand, then gently lowered my legs. He looked at me with dark, hungry eyes, breathing hard.

“This is dangerous as hell,” he said quietly, forehead resting against mine. “You know that, right?”

I smiled, still catching my breath, my body buzzing.

“Yeah… I know.”