MY STEP BROTHER (1)

Tropes: Stepbrother, forced proximity, forbidden attraction, taboo romance, dominance, submission, brat taming, possessiveness, jealousy, edging, teasing, denial play, accidental touching, shirtless temptation, holding back, slipping control.

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The hallway was dark except, Rhea walked bare feet past the closed doors of her sleeping family.

Except ones door was closed except one. Her stepbrother’s door.

The door to his room was open, she peeped inside, they was no light, it was just a flicker of....maybe from a phone screen or maybe not.

Rhea wasn't a person to mind her business, something pulled her in.

She hesitated but still took a step closer, then another. Her fingertips grazed the doorframe as she leaned forward, peering through the crack.

And there he was, Daniel was laying on his back shirtless with his sheets kicked off.

One arm was behind his head, the other.. on his lower body moving slowly.

Her breath hitched as she saw his sweatpants were pushed down just enough for her to see his hand wrapped around his thick hard cock.

He stroked it lazily, like he had all the time in the world, like he was trying to go slow.

Her thighs clenched as she heard his low groans, it turned her on just by looking at him.

Their parents were just down the hall. If they caught her here peeping and slightly wet between the legs, she would never live it down.

But God, he was beautiful. His muscles rippled with his tan skin, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

Another soft grunt escaped his lips.

Rhea wished her name leave his mouth instead of the low grunt, she was imagining what it would feel like if her name left his mouth.

Her cunt tickled between her legs and then she heard him stopped.

She stood frozen at the door thinking he had seen her, her blood ran cold. Had he…?

His head turned straight toward the door, his eyes turned to her smirking, he stood up without hesitation pulling his sweatpants.

“You watching me, little stepsis?” he asked, his thick voice sexy making the heat in between her legs thicken.

She froze as she had been caught in headlights.

He smiled at her like he wasn’t surprised to find her standing there, outside his opened door, biting her bottom lip with wide, guilty eyes.

“I—” she started, but nothing came out. Her throat was dry as he sat back slowly on the bed, dragging the sheet halfway up his lap, just enough to cover the obvious bulge he’d been stroking seconds ago.

His eyes locked on her like he was thinking something before he said, “I asked you a question.” His voice dropped low. “Did you like what you saw?”

She swallowed the lumb in her throat. “...I didn’t mean to—”

He smirked, cocking his head. “But you did see, didn’t you?”

She couldn’t speak, the heat was flooding her chest, her belly, her thighs as she tried to press her thighs together.

“Get some sleep,” he murmured, laying back, his eyes still on her. “You’re gonna need it.”

She bolted to her room thinking about what she just saw.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the kitchen window as she stood in a flimsy tank top and shorts, pretending to scroll her phone but still thinking about how she had watched her stepbrother jerk off last night, and pretended he didn’t catch her doing it.

She heard the water shut off upstairs, it seems he was in a shower.

Her gut twisted as she thought about seeing him again, and then he came down the stairs with a towel.

Only a towel, his hair dripping wet, water beading across his abs like he was posing for her.

She choked on her orange juice as he walked into the kitchen smirking pretending he didn't mean anything.

His muscles flexed with his damp hair pushed back, he passed behind her purposely going too close so she could perceive his scent and reached into the fridge.

“You were real quiet last night,” he said, casual. “I might’ve thought I imagined you if it weren’t for the way you bit your lips breathing hard.”

She clenched the counter, her eyes going wide, “I wasn’t—” she defended.

He turned around to face her, his hips still wrapped in that damn towel. “Tell me something, sis, tell me when you went back to your room... did you touch yourself thinking about me?”

Her mouth dropped open as he stepped closer. Close enough for her to see the outline shown in the towel.

His cock stood hard making it so visible to be seen, "Bet you did touched yourself because you were soaking hard."

“You’re disgusting,” she snapped feeling caught and a bit shy.

“Yet you’re the one who watched me and now you called disgusting.” He placed his hand trying to loose the knot in his towel to tease her.

Her heart skipped a bit as she looked down the outline ready to see it again.

Daniel smirked, “tsk, wanna see again?”

She didn’t answer but her body did the answer.

And just like that, he dropped the towel down his waist standing there purely naked.

He looked fucking proud of what he did and at how Rhea's expression screamed beautiful.

She gasped pressing her legs tight together as her eyes continued watching his cock hung heavy between his legs, it was beginning to grow more harder just from the look on her face.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want this,” he said, stepping forward. “You can hate me later but right now, I want you to look at it and count every veins you can see in it.”

She did look at it her legs shooking from his words and her pussy trembling.

God help her because she was already fucking wet looking for a way to be touched.

And he grinned because he could see what she was thinking and how her legs were aching.

He reached down, slowly stroking himself as he walked her backward until her hips hit the counter.

"You gonna run again?" he whispered and watched her watch him continue stroking himself.

She shook her head, she was already breathless.

"Good girl." He praised her making her clench and unclench her aching pussy.

She thought about slapping him and calling him a pervert then run off to tell told their parents everything.

But she was enjoying this, she enjoyed looking at him stroking himself faster as she bit her lips looking desperately at his cock then her hands moved unconsciously to her chest pressing her tits.

When she realized what she was doing, she quickly dropped her hands down and her thighs subconsciously pressed together because she needed a touch

Daniel noticing the effects he had on her, he just turned and walked away, shamelessly naked with his hard on leaving his towel abandoned on the floor like nothing happened.

That night, the house was too quiet, Rhea couldn’t sleep, every time she closed her eyes, she saw him touching himself mostly his cock and his smirking face.

She ended up touching her pussy and before she could think twice, she got up and walked past her door down the hall going straight to his room.

The door was open as she went in but he wasn't there.

She stood there, hesitating tying to perceive his smell and then she saw his shirt slung over the desk chair.

She reached for it before her brain could stop her and placed it on her nose inhaling, before she knew it she pulled it on.

It hung long and loose on her, swallowing her frame and she felt like she was smelling like him. She climbed onto his bed and laid back, inhaling his pillow. Her thighs rubbed together beneath the shirt, the ache between them sharp and throbbing.

Her hand slipped lower putting a finger.

“Well, fuck me.”

She jumped up as she heard his voice, he was standing at the doorway.

Shirtless with his sweats hanging low on his hips, his eyes looking at her like she’d just given him the best birthday present of his life.

“You really are obsessed with me,” he said.

“I—I didn’t—” she sat up quickly with her messed up hair, face flushed, “I couldn’t sleep.”

He took a step in walking up close to her. “So you came to sleep in my bed?”

She backed up as he pulled another steps, she fell on the bed her back hitting his pillows and he followed falling on too of her.

“You wore my shirt,” he murmured. “Laid in my sheets. You wanted to smell me while you touched yourself?”

“I wasn’t—”

He leaned down, bracing his arms on either side of her, caging her against the headboard.

“You were,” he whispered. “I can see it in your face. That needy little look.”

Her lips parted waiting for it to be kissed but Daniel just stared at her mouth , then her heaving chest and her shaking thighs.

Then he finally said with his voice low. “Take it off.”

She blinked. “W-what?”

“My shirt,” he said, his mouth ghosting over her cheek. “Take — It — Off.”

“I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

“I know.” His tongue flicked against the shell of her ear. “That’s why I want you to.”