STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Scarletts P.O.V

Later that evening you find yourself relaxing in a nice, hot shower. You let the steady jets of weather drive into your sore muscles. The steam surrounding you envelopes you in a cozy embrace. You massage your scalp with your fingers, attempting to let the stress of the day ebb away from your skin.

I definitely need a massage...

You blush at the thoughts circulating your mind over Oliver.

Oliver would definitely satiate that need.

You find yourself caressing your aching breasts. You rub thumb across your hardened nipples, inhaling a sharp breath when the friction sends electricity right to your warm centre. You let your head fall back, and gently close your eyes while enjoying the feeling of trailing your other hand down your torso, stopping just above it to tease yourself.

Fuck... I shouldn't. I really shouldn't touch myself to the thought of him.

I'm throbbing thinking of him.

You sigh and give in to the urges that possess you. You cup your pussy in your hand, pressing yourself into your palm hard to gain some friction, before slowly dragging your fingers up. You gasp when you feel your wetness coat the tip of your finger, lubing it up just enough to slickly glide it across your most sensitive spot.

Oh, shit... I'm so wet. So, fucking wet for you, Oliver.

You moan quietly enough that you wont be heard over the shower. You glide softly, increasing the pace as you feel the familiar swirl of an orgasm in your belly.

Yes, yes, yes. I'm coming all over you.

Your breath comes out in choppy spurts. Your nipples are hard enough to cut diamonds. You start to clench deliciously as you near closer to sweet pleasure bliss. Your face warms, and suddenly you slip a finger into your taut hole, pumping and fucking your self shamelessly.

Oh fuck, yes. My pussy feels so good. I want to cum so bad.

Your body shakes; one last warning of the intensity of your orgasm. Your mind is filled with images of Oliver's hand on your thigh. You bite your lip, and with swiftness you cum hard. Your thighs clenched around your fingers, twitching and milking as if it is Oliver inside you.

Oh fuck!

Your legs shake. Your arms shoot out to use the shower walls to keep you standing.

was the most powerful orgasm

breath and run your fingers through your wet locks. You hear yelling fairly

hell is

reaching for your towel to wrap it tightly around yourself. The yelling is louder now that the shower

Is someone fighting?

bathroom door and move into the hallway. You listen carefully for

sounds like it's coming from

woman get in a screaming match. She's about your moms age, with the same dark hair. You cant quite make out the conversation. You glance down at the

they're screaming out in public, its not like they really want

you fingers underneath the window enough to pry it open, cringing when it

they're screaming, I doubt

is open you can hear what

fucking protecting them,

cover your mouth with

Who the hell is she

You just don't want to take responsibility for

He put his hands on me. Over

arms up dramatically while shaking her head

know you

piece of shirt boyfriends never do anything wrong, right? Have a good fucking life, because I'm sick

slam the window closed as quietly as you can, and firm

hope he doesn't see me in the

your towel to your chest and step away from the window. You listen to his footsteps as

I could make it down

you sprint for the stairs, only to trip and reach for the railing. In the miscalculated step, you release your towel accidentally trying to catch yourself

Oh my fucking god!

immediately, knowing your fully naked on the stairs. The embarrassment makes you

was sure he'd say something sarcastic