ONE

My stepbrother stared at a picture of me while he jerked off. He moaned my name while he stroked his thick veiny cock.

I watched through the small crack in the door. My head was light and my heart was pounding madly in my chest. What had I walked into?

“Dahlia.” he whispered, his voice was raw and desperate.

I was watching something that was sick and twisted, and I couldn't look away. I should have left, I should have turned back and ran straight for my room

But my feet were cemented to the floor and my core was pulsing with need. My heart stung with shame as I realized that my pussy was wet… I was salivating for him.

He tipped his head back and grabbed the picture so tight that it crumbled in his strong hand. His muscled back tightened and he let out a low growl. My skin burned and the fire sank into my veins.

“Fuckkk, Dahlia…” He moaned like he was thirsty and my name was a glass of cold water. Like I was the only person that could grant him relief.

I pressed my thighs together, trying to hold back the sensation that was growing too fast but the movement pressed my body deeper into the door and I lost my footing.

Time froze. My heart cracked and I panicked.

I caught myself before I fell but I knew the damage had already been done. I looked up to find ocean blue eyes staring at me and I watched a storm of emotions darken his features.

Shock turned into anger… He stood and my eyes went down, to his cock jutting out. The tip was wet with precum and it hit me again, he was this hard for me and he didn't try to cover himself.

“Get the fuck out!”

He didn't need to tell me twice. I was up on my feet and out of the door in the next second.

I took the stairs two at a time, I didn't even look back to see if he was chasing me. All I wanted was to escape.

***

The next morning came and I couldn't get Aidan out of my system.

I should have gone to my parents room and told them what I saw. But that would have been so embarrassing.

I would be ruining Aidan’s reputation and I would be admitting to seeing my new stepbrother’s nakedness.

I fantasized about it instead of telling my therapist. I had dreamt of Aidan’s strong hands, groping my boobs and stroking my pussy.

Aidan on the other hand has remained quiet about it. Last night, he sat at the dinner table without looking in my direction and he spoke to my mum as if nothing happened…our mum.

A chill ran down my spine as I thought about it. How long would he keep pretending like I didn’t exist? How long has he been jerking off and moaning my name?

When my mum decided to get married to Mr Smith. I was happy for her.

Since my dad passed from a chronic heart disease, I knew that my mum has been lonely and sad. Things changed when she met Mr Smith, she became happier. While I believe that no one would be able to replace my father, Mr Smith was kind and loving.

My mum kept on yapping about his son and told me that he was eager to meet me.

On the day of the introduction, I wasn’t expecting to see my high school bully. And I almost fainted when that high school bully was introduced as my new stepbrother…the same one I caught jerking off to a picture of me.

The same one that hadn't looked in my direction since my mum and I moved into their house.

Could my life get any worse?

I got into the shower because I wanted to clear my head but it wasn’t working. My pussy throbbed so hard that it was too painful to bear.

I pressed my head against the glass of the shower booth and tried to focus on the warm water hitting my skin.

Instead my mind went somewhere else, to the way Aidan's skin was flushed, the way he threw his head back and moaned my name.

My eyes snapped open and I swept away the loose damp hair that was sticking to my face.

Would it be wrong if I touched myself? I knew how badly I needed release. No one would find out if I remained quiet about it.

I rolled my fingers over my nipples, pinching it softly. The image of Aidan's perfect body flashed in my head. His strong jaw, his beautiful blue eyes..

My hand went lower and I stopped.

“No, I can't do this.”

I grabbed my towel and left the shower booth. I felt so embarrassed that I couldn't look at myself in the reflection of the bathroom mirror as I walked out of the door.

When I stepped into my bedroom, I stopped in my tracks.

Aidan was standing by my bedside table, his fingers gently stroking the picture of me during my graduation.

"Aidan?"

He lifted his hand sharply and turned to face me.

His eyes roamed my face before going down to my body, I clutched my towel tighter. His blue eyes were filled with desire and lust... How hadn't I noticed it since?

He took a step towards me and I took a step back. He looked visibly hurt and then the next second, the expression was gone completely.

"Your mum asked me to call you. They're waiting in the living room."

He didn't say another word, he didn't even let me ask any questions or reply, he just walked out of the bedroom.

I stared at the space he was once occupying, unable to move.

His scent was still in the air, it filled my lungs and made me slightly feral.

Aidan was starting to affect me in many concerning ways.