Though I desperately wanted another peek at a naked Grayson, I started knocking before entering the bathroom. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed whenever he’d open the door fully clothed or wrapped in a towel.
He didn’t talk much to anyone during his first week. In fact, we rarely saw him. If he wasn’t out somewhere on his motorcycle, he was locked in his room after he raided the fridge. He never joined us for dinner, despite being asked every night by either myself or Emily.
His distance affected Emily a lot. Though she did her best to hide it, she wasn’t her usual happy self, and I hated seeing her so upset.
I had tried to get closer to Grayson for Emily’s sake, hoping that it might help him feel comfortable enough to open up. However, whenever I attempted to start a conversation, he’d walk away or brush me off with a one-word response.
My dad decided to take Emily on a weekend getaway, hoping to cheer her up before Grayson and I headed back for our final year of high school. We had both been trying hard to get her to smile again, and he thought a little break might help.
Grayson and I were sitting on the couch as they prepared to head out the door. My dad gave us a stern look as he helped Emily with her jacket.
“All right, you two. Behave yourselves while we’re away. No parties. No girls or boys. No drinking. Understood, Kassia?”
“Understood,” I responded.
He looked at Grayson. “Grayson?”
“Yeah,” he answered coldly, looking away.
We helped them carry their bags to the car, and I waved as they drove off while Grayson stood in the doorway scowling, his arms crossed.
After our parents left, I asked if Grayson wanted to watch a movie. He grunted and walked away, which I took as a no. I went up to my room when I heard him in the kitchen, no doubt eating whatever leftovers he could find in the fridge.
I was lying on my bed when there was a knock on my door.
“Come in,” I shouted, rising up on my elbows.
Grayson popped his head in.
“Hey,” I said. “Change your mind about—”
“No. I’m leaving. I’ll be back around ten.”
He closed the door before I could even respond. I heard him stomp down the stairs and the front door slam a few seconds later. His motorcycle roared to life and rumbled away.
I sighed and flopped back onto my bed.
I woke up several hours later, realizing I had accidentally fallen asleep. I yawned and stretched as I sat up. The house was quiet, and a quick peek into Grayson’s room confirmed that I was all alone.
I lay back on my bed, letting my thoughts wander. Unfortunately, the first thing that crossed my mind was Grayson’s naked body. The image of it stirred up inappropriate feelings and desires I knew I shouldn’t have for my stepbrother.
I paused, feeling guilty as need rushed through me. I was alone in the house, and something about its forbidden nature turned me on even more.
I tried my best to recall his large cock as I slowly pulled my panties down and parted my legs. My hand slid down my body to my core, goosebumps rising on my skin as my fingers brushed my sensitive clit.
I started rubbing myself as I pictured my stepbrother’s cock slipping between my lips. I thought about how it would feel to take it into my mouth, imagining him thrusting it in until it hit the back of my throat, making me choke as I took all of him.
I slid two fingers inside as I pictured him lifting me up, pressing my body into the bed as he fucked me. My other hand pulled down the top of my dress, freeing my boobs and playing with my hardened nipples. I pumped harder and faster as I shamelessly moaned his name.
“Grayson!” I shouted, rushing to cover my body. “I—I thought you were out.”
He walked toward me, a dark amusement in his eyes as he stared at me. “What’s the point of covering up now? I’ve already seen everything.”
I looked away, heat rushing to my cheeks.
“Y—you weren’t supposed to see that,” I mumbled, completely humiliated and ashamed.
He stopped at the foot of my bed, and I pulled my knees up, wrapping my arms around them as I pressed my back against the headboard. He leaned down, green eyes traveling from the blanket wrapped around my waist to my flushed face.
“Were you thinking of me fucking you, Kassia?” he asked, a teasing tone in his voice.
I didn’t answer him.
What could I say? I couldn’t deny it. He’d been standing right there the whole time. He’d seen everything. He’d heard everything.
My pussy still throbbed, and my heart raced as I looked up into his eyes. I couldn’t read the look in them at all.
A wicked smile curved over his lips.
“Spread your legs, Kassia,” he said in a commanding tone. “I want to lick you clean.”
