Chapter 2 Fucked by my stepbrother 2

Albert's POV

Seeing her standing there in that bathrobe, hair damp and little droplets of water still clinging to her lashes, I had to discreetly swallow.

She was my stepsister. I shouldn't be looking at her like this, shouldn't be noticing how the white cotton clung to curves that definitely hadn't been there three years ago, shouldn't be cataloging the way her wet hair made her neck look longer, more vulnerable.

But I couldn't help it.

"Your mom and my dad went out to visit a friend." I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to look casual. "They won't be back till nighttime."

Her gaze shifted to the wall clock. It was still early afternoon, hours and hours before anyone would come home.

"Okay," she replied with a nod, and I watched her hand loosen slightly around her collar.

Don't stare. Stop staring.

But my eyes had a mind of their own, tracing down the column of her throat, the shape of her collarbones visible above the robe's edge, the bare legs that seemed to go on forever. When had she gotten so...

I forced my gaze back to her face.

"Is there something else?" She asked, and there was something in her tone-expectation, maybe? Challenge?

I should leave. Should turn around and walk out and pretend I hadn't noticed the way her breathing had changed, hadn't seen that look in the hallway earlier when our eyes locked.

But I'd been thinking about this moment for three years. Since that last Christmas when she'd hugged me goodbye before leaving for LA, and I'd realized with sudden, uncomfortable clarity that I didn't think of her as a sister at all.

And now she was here. And we were alone.

I pushed away from the doorframe and took a step toward her.

She moved back instinctively, her chest rising and falling faster now.

"What's going on?" She asked, arching an eyebrow like she was trying to maintain control of the situation. But I'd seen the way she looked at me downstairs. The way she'd lingered in that hug just a second too long.

Her back hit the wall beside her bathroom. Nowhere left to retreat.

"Mom said I should take care of you." I was standing very close to her and staring down at the swell of her breasts from the top of her robe. I reached out and trailed my hand down her neck, through the center of the great until I pulled the string holding the robe together.

"Stop." She whispered but her expression betrayed her.

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Why? Give me one good reason and I might."

I bit the curve of her neck, and she threw her head back.

"Because... ahhh..." she moaned. "This is wrong."

"Says who?" I tugged the string, and the robe fell open, leaving her completely bare before me.

I stepped back slowly, staring at her body.

Shit.

How had I never noticed she was this sexy? Her breasts were full and soft, hard with desire.

"Albert," she whispered, tugging the robe from her shoulder until it pooled at her feet.

"Say you want me," I murmured, my eyes half-lidded as I grabbed her breast, rubbing her nipples in slow circles.

"Yes." She nodded. "I want you. I fucking want you, Albert."

My finger trailed down her stomach while my lips circled the other peak of her breast, taking it into my mouth.

"Al-bert," she whimpered as my fingers found her wet clit.

"Ahhh," I groaned, her nipple still in my mouth. "You're so fucking wet."

I lifted my mouth from her nipple to kiss her, tasting her lips as our tongues tangled.

She moaned harder as my two fingers dug into her.

"Yesss. Albertttt," she whimpered, throwing her head back and clinging to me like she'd fall if I let her go.

I could feel the warmth of her p***y as my fingers slid in and out. She was soaked, spreading her legs wide.

"Fuck," I growled, feeling like my manh**d would burst out of my shorts.

"C'mon. Feel it." I brought her hand down to my erection, and she wrapped her fingers around it.

"It's so big," she gasped, fumbling with my belt using one hand.

"Yes. Just for you."

I stepped back, allowing her to unbuckle my belt. She did it hurriedly, pulling it down along with my boxers.

My hard d**k sprang free like it had been caged for far too long.

Staring at me, she spat into her palm and wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly.

"Shit." I gripped her hair as she took it in her mouth, inch by inch until it was all in her mouth.

"Ahhh..." I growled. "You're so sweet, little sister. Suck that big daddy."

She began to push it in and out of her mouth, letting the saliva mix with what he was doing.

"yes. Faster." I gripped her hair harder and began to thrust in her mouth.

She rubbed her clit with er free hand while her other hand held my d**k, letting it follow with the way her mouth sucked me.

"You're going to make me cum...." I thrust harder, feeling her throat.

It felt so good

She was so fucking good.

No one had given me such sweet blow job.

Just as I reached the ripples of my release, we heard her mom's voice from downstairs.

"Aurora, do you know where Albert is? I need him to do something for me."