STEPBROTHER’S TOUCH 2

Lily pov

He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers brushed against my cheek, and I shivered from the electricity that ran through my body.

"You have to show him what you want, Lily," he continued, his eyes dark, intense. "You can't expect him to read your mind."

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "How?"

"Like this," he said, and he leaned down and kissed me.

It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was hard, demanding, a kiss that claimed me, that owned me. His lips were firm, insistent, and when I didn't respond right away, he bit my lower lip, just hard enough to make me gasp. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, exploring, tasting. 

I'd never been kissed like this before. It was nothing like the awkward, fumbling pecks I'd shared with boys at school–this was a man's kiss, a kiss that promised things I'd only ever read about in books.

I finally found my senses, my arms coming up to wrap around his neck. I kissed him back, awkwardly at first, then with a growing desperation. I wanted more, needed all of it.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. His lips were swollen, glistening, a thin line of saliva connected us before he licked it away, our eyes still locked.

"Not bad," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "But you can do better."

He took my hand and placed it on his chest, right over his heart. "Feel that?"

I nodded. His heart was pounding, just like mine.

"That's what you do to me," he said, his voice husky. "You make me want to do very, very bad things to you, Lily.”

A wave of heat washed over me, pooling between my legs. I was soaking. I'd never been this turned on in my entire life.

"What... what bad things?" I whispered.

He chuckled, a low, dirty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Patience, little sister. We'll get to that."

He stepped back, his eyes roaming over my body, taking in my worn-out band t-shirt and my old jeans and he didn't look impressed.

"Take off your shirt," he commanded.

My hands trembled as I fumbled with the hem of my shirt. My heart was in my throat, pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.

 I pulled the shirt over my head, my hair tumbling down around my shoulders, and then  I stood there in my plain, white cotton bra, feeling exposed, vulnerable.

He didn't say anything, he just looked at me. His gaze was so intense it was almost physical, like I could feel it on my skin like a caress.

"Turn around," he said.

I did, my back to him. I could feel his eyes on me, tracing the curve of my spine, the dip of my waist, the swell of my hips. I held my breath, waiting.

"Your bra is ugly," he said, his voice flat. "Take it off."

My fingers fumbled with the clasp behind my back. It took me three tries to get it open and then i let the straps slide down my arms, the bra falling to the floor

I crossed my arms over my chest, covering myself.

"No," he said, his voice sharp. "Don't hide from me. Put your arms down."

Slowly, reluctantly, I lowered my arms,  my face burning with shame. My breasts weren't perfect, they were small, with pale, pink nipples that were now hard, tight buds from the cool air and my own arousal.

He came up behind me, his body pressing against my back. I could feel the hard length of his erection through his sweatpants, pushing against my ass. He wrapped his arms around me, his hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushed against my nipples, and I gasped, a wave of pleasure so intense it almost brought me to my knees.

"You have perfect tits," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise."

He rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them just hard enough to make me squirm. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, my eyes fluttering closed as the sweet, delicious ache overtook me

"Does that feel good?" he asked.

"Yes," I breathed.

"Good."

He let go of me, stepping back and I felt a sudden, overwhelming sense of loss. I wanted him to touch me again–needed him to touch me again.

"Your jeans," he said. "Take them off. And your panties. I want you completely naked."

My hands shook as I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my hips, kicking them off. I was standing there in just my plain, white cotton panties that were soaked so heavily that I was sure he could see the dark, wet patch between my legs.

I hesitated.

"Now, Lily," he said, his voice firm.

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and slowly slid them down my legs. I stepped out of them, standing completely bare in front of him. 

I was terrified, exhilarated, but I had never felt so alive.He walked around me, inspecting me, his gaze was predatory, possessive–like he was a wolf, and I was his prey.

"On the bed," he said, pointing to his unmade, messy bed. "On your back."

I climbed onto the bed, the sheets cool against my skin. I lay down, my heart pounding against my ribs as he watched me, his eyes dark, unreadable.

He walked over to his desk and picked up a few things and then came back to the bed, setting them down on the nightstand. "Spread your legs," he commanded.

I did, my cheeks burning. I was completely exposed to him now, I could feel the cool air on my wet, swollen flesh and I had never felt so vulnerable in my entire life. He knelt on the bed between my legs, his eyes fixed on the most private part of me.

"Lesson two," he said, his voice a low rumble. "A guy wants to see what he's working with. Don't be shy, spread your legs and show him everything."

He ran a single finger down my slit, from top to bottom and  I bucked my hips, as a choked cry escaped my lips.

"Shhh," he said, putting a finger to his lips. "Our parents are downstairs, Lily, we have to be quiet."

He lowered his head, and I felt his breath on me. Then, I felt his tongue. It was a soft, wet, flicking sensation against my clit and I'd never felt anything like it,  a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure that shot through my entire body.

"Oh, Fuck," I moaned, my hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands.

He chuckled, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through me, then he started to lick me in earnest, his tongue exploring every inch of my folds, leaving me panting and yearning for more. 

 He found my entrance, circling it with the tip of his tongue before pushing it inside. I was in heaven. I was in hell. This was wrong, so, so wrong, but it felt so, so right.