Book Two: Fucking my stepbrother after he watched me masturbate

The house was quiet when I woke up that day. Ordinarily, my parents would be up and about, making breakfast, and stuff like that. But they both travelled for work, so it was just me and Daniel in the house.

Daniel is my stepbrother, and he's in his first year of college. He's also unbelievably hot. I've done a good job hiding my crush on him from everyone. The parents would freak out if they knew, and I didn't even want to think about Daniel's possible reaction. Would he be disgusted at me because he saw me as nothing more than an annoying younger sister?

I stepped out of my bedroom, still dressed in my skimpy silk pajama set.

"Daniel?" I called out.

When I got no reply, I went to his bedroom, and knocked. The door wasn't properly closed, and when my hand touched it, it swung open.

Daniel wasn't in his room. I was about to leave when something on his bed caught my at attention. It was a small stack of magazines, halfway hidden under a pillow.

I walked into Daniel's room, and raised the pillow up. My eyebrows raised when I realized what I was looking at.

Women with perky, round breasts posed in tiny lingerie, some of them with their legs spread. I was shocked to see them because I didn't think people still bought magazines like this when you could find everything on the internet.

Was this what Daniel liked?

I'd never seen him with a girl before, and he didn't have any girlfriend that I knew of. At a point, I had even suspected that he was gay.

Knowing I was invading his privacy and not really caring, I sat on his bed, and pulled one of the magazines into my lap. I flipped the pages open, and began to browse.

I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help but imagine Daniel on the page with all these women. I'd seen him shirtless countless number of times, and my imagination was more than enough to make up for his absence. Would he have a big cock or not? Would he know how to really please a woman?

Would he know how to please me?

My big breasts were barely contained by the tiny tank top I was wearing, so I slipped the neckline down a bit. My breast popped out of the top. My nipples were hard already, waiting for me to touch them.

Fuck, why was this so hot? J had no idea I would enjoy looking at pictures of naked women, but what made it so enjoyable for me was because I knew Daniel looked at these same pictures and liked them. He probably even touched himself to them too.

I had to do this. I had to share this experience with him, even if he would never find out.

Slowly, I rubbed a hand over my exposed nipple, teasing it until it got even harder, sending pleasure shooting straight to my core. I fondled my breast, closing my eyes and imagining Daniel's hand in place of my own.

How would he touch me? Would he be gentle, or rough? Would he give me exactly what I wanted, or would he do what he liked and make me like it too?

I moaned out, beginning to rub my other nipple through the fabric of my top. When that was no longer enough, I spread my legs, and slid my hand into my shorts.

I glanced at the open bedroom door, half hoping Daniel wouldn't come back home and catch me, and also hoping he would. What would he do then?

I imagined him ordering me to take my clothes off so he could touch me by himself, and cried out at the jolt of sensation.

I parted my pussy lips with my finger, spreading my wetness all over until I was completely soaked. Then, I began to tease my clit, first going back and forth, then in circles as the pleasure became even more intense.

I moaned out loud as I came very close to my orgasm, grinding my hips against my hand. I pinched and tugged at my nipple, shutting my eyes tight as I finally began to come.

"Daniel!" I moaned. "Oh, Daniel!"

I heard a noise like something falling to the floor, but I was too caught up in my pleasure to see anything. When I was completely finished, I brought my fingers to my lips, and licked all my juices off.

I opened my eyes. The door to Daniel's bathroom was opened a crack, and Daniel was standing there, naked. His cock was erect, the head an angry red. His hand was wrapped around it.

My eyes widened, and I sat up, rushing to right my clothing. My heart began to pound.

"Daniel." I blinked, hoping it was just my imagination, and he wasn't actually there. He was. "How long have you been there?"

"Mia..." Daniel was staring at me with an expression I had never seen on him. He swallowed. "I've... I've been here the whole time."

"The whole time!" I exclaimed, my cheeks flaming. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I thought you'd go away," he said defensively. "I was..." He blushed too, and I realized what he was doing.

Daniel had been jerking off before I entered the room. He hadn't wanted to be interrupted, so he ignored me when I called. And then I acted like a total slut, and fingered myself right on his bed.

"I'm so sorry," I blurted. "I didn't know you were in here. I'm sorry. I..."

"It's okay," Daniel interrupted, shaking his head. He was beginning to loose his erection. "It wasn't your fault."

"How..." I didn't even try to hide that I was checking out his body. He was perfect, really. His muscles were perfectly carved and sculpted. He looked like a Greek god.

"How much did you see?" I asked.

Did I say he was losing his erection before? Because he was growing hard again right before my eyes.

"I... Everything?" He said it like a question, but it wasn't.

Mortification rushed through me. I got up from his bed, ready to run to my room.

Daniel's next words stopped me before I could leave.

"Mia?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you call out my name?" He asked.

What should I say? I couldn't lie to him. I didn't want to lie. So I went to the truth.

"Because I like you."