Impermissible Desires!

KITTEN'S POV

"Bye, dear!" My mom told me as she hurried down the driveway. She was late for work and had little time to get ready, so her vibrant red hair was a mess, and I almost chuckled in amusement as she tried to tie it into a knot while running down the street.

"Safe journey, mum," I waved back until she was out of my sight. Then I went back into the three-bedroom apartment where we live. My stepdad bought it 2 months before he died 7 years ago. He'd saved up to buy this dream home for all of us, but sadly, he never got to live in it. Mom has never opened her heart to any other man, so she never remarried. I do hope she does so one day.

I have a stepbrother, and his name's William. We're both 18 this year and have finished high school. As it is, our dear mother hasn't been able to raise money to further either of our education, and we decided not to stress her more than she already was. I took on a part-time job as a waitress at a nearby famous restaurant, and my stepbrother, a popular gamer, would often lock himself up in his room, gaming most of the time.

From the time I turned 14, I started growing feelings for him, and it scared me at first. I knew it was wrong and tried everything possible to get rid of the feelings, but I failed. I couldn't stop my feelings from becoming stronger. I successfully hid my feelings from him, though and played the role of a good stepsister, even though I wanted to be something more- a sister with benefits.

While I inherited my mom's red hair, green eyes, and petite figure, William, on the other hand, was well-built with dark hair, ocean-blue eyes - the colour of the sea in winter - and an athletic body that didn't make sense, since he was always indoors, playing games.

Whenever I saw him, I just couldn't help thinking that he's the creator's favourite. I mean, how could a human look so damn hot?

As I scanned the living room with my eyes, I finally focused my gaze on the clock. It's 9 minutes past seven. I'm pretty sure my stepbrother's still in his room gaming.

He hardly socialised anyway.

I headed to my room and changed out of my clothes into a white towel, and then I headed out to the bathroom. With full confidence, I opened the bathroom door wide and entered, only to hear a scolding

"Can't you knock?"

My eyes met the side profile of my stepbrother, nude in the shower. I knew he was hot, but gosh! This was too much of a feast!

Yet I knew I couldn't look on any longer.

"I'm sorry, William. I thought you were still in your room," I said with an apologetic face while having no intention of leaving.

"Get out!" he barked in ire, his hands covering his special part from my sight, and a part of me really wished he didn't cover it at all. This was such a fantastic opportunity!

"Are you deaf?" he threw a slipper at me, and in the process of dodging, I slipped. While trying hard not to fall, desperate for anything to hold onto, my towel decided it was done cladding my body too, and so it loosened and fell off before I fell to the floor.

"Ahhhh!" I let out a shriek on seeing my exposed state. Next, I covered my boobs with one hand as I hurriedly rose to my feet, picking up the towel.

"I'm sorry," I apologised before rushing out of the bathroom without closing the door behind me. I headed straight to my room and slammed the door shut. Only then did I realise that I was just holding the towel. I tied it around my chest and sat on the bed, covering my face in mortification.

He'd clearly seen what I was trying to hide, and since I didn't even recall covering myself before fleeing, he must have seen my nude butt as I ran off.

Gosh!

If only the ground could open and swallow me now. How was I to face him, after what happened minutes ago?

William's POV.

The warm water relaxed my muscles, which was a welcome feeling after pulling an all-nighter playing a championship in the RPG with my teammates.

It was a tough battle since we were playing against an equally strong team, but we won at last, and the victory felt like candy on my tongue.

As I replayed the killing move I used to end the other team, the door was pushed open, and Kitten carelessly and absentmindedly waltzed into the bathroom without knocking.

"Can't you knock?" My voice came out stronger than I intended as I hurriedly used my hands to cover up my nether regions from her sight.

She frantically tried to apologise, but I needed her to leave quickly, so I tossed a slipper in her direction...

While trying to elude, she slipped, and that made my heart nearly jump out of my chest.

Of course, I wanted to prevent her from falling, but not in this state! I believed she'll at most fall on her butt, get back on her feet and leave. Then I'd apologise to her at a later time.

But her towel just had to fall off, and her glory, something forbidden for me, was all exposed before me.

My stepsister was the most beautiful female I'd ever seen in my life, and though I did have some sort of unspeakable feelings for her after I turned 15, I always kept them to myself and acted cold and distant from her.

The few seconds that I saw her body with my mouth open in shock, I was forced to press harder on my lower part. I couldn't let her see what her nude self was doing to me down there.

"Get out!" I yelled, and she roseto her feet before fleeing. She didn't even bother to cover herself up before running away, and didn't close the door either.

Even though it felt wrong, I also felt that this was a rare opportunity, so I fed my eyes with the amazing view of her round, jiggling butt until she was out of sight.

It was only then that I recalled the bathroom door was still open, and I had to close it with reluctance.

Not only that, my bird down there was hard. I needed to cool it off, and cold water wouldn't just help like it did in the past.

Kitten's Pov

I don't know how long I've been seated on this bed, letting thoughts of shame occupy my head, but a knock on my room's door brought me back to reality.

Mum was probably at her workplace by now, and if she forgot something, she would call for me to bring it to her. So it only meant that William was the one knocking. Inadvertently, the memory of barging into the bathroom to see him in such a state earlier resurfaced in my mind. No one needed to tell me that my ears and face were red now since my cheeks were heated.

How was I supposed to face him with such a look? And wouldn't that make him pissed?

"Kitten, Kitten!" I heard him call out.

For a few seconds, I was short of words with which to respond to him.

"Kitten, I know you're in there. I'm already done bathing. You can go have your bath now," he apprised me, and then I heard him walk away with deliberately loud footsteps as if to assure me.

I remained in my room for another half hour, even downing the bottle of water that was atop my bedside cabinet. Only when I felt I could control my emotions did I finally step out of the room silently.

20 minutes later.

I stepped out of the bathroom, padding towards my room, a hand on my chest, keeping my towel from being impish. Well, my brother's room was opposite mine. He should already be sleeping since he pulled an all-nighter.

As I turned the doorknob of my room, I heard William's room door creak, and I quickly rushed into my room and slammed the door shut behind me.

My right hand placed on my heaving chest, I sighed in relief as if I'd just escaped a precarious situation.

Still, I knew deep down that this hide-and-seek situation couldn't continue forever. For now, though, I just wanted to avoid him.

...

The next morning was a Saturday.

Mum didn't work on weekends and got to spend time in the house with us. William was not allowed to game during weekends (unless it was night), and he never complained about it.

It's now 11:00 am.

As a waitress, I ran shifts, and my shift today was in the afternoon, so I had to go to work. Mum also left early to visit her friend Moreen, whose husband lost his mother recently. I was not good with words, and neither was I close to Mum's friend, so I didn't tag along even for a few minutes.

As I headed towards my room, I saw my stepbrother standing at my room's door, blocking entry. Frowning, I asked, "William, what's the meaning of this? I have work in an hour. Let me rest for a bit."

"How long are you going to keep avoiding me, Kitten?" he questioned.

Well, this was an unexpected but not surprising question. And he didn't seem like he'd let me into my room if I didn't give him an answer. But the thing was, I was not ready to answer such a question.

"Kitten, this has to stop, and we need to talk,"

"Brother, there's nothing to talk about. Please stop denying me entry," I said in annoyance, trying to push him from the entrance to my room, but he didn't budge.

I kept trying, but even when I got exhausted and tried to catch my breath, he'd still not budged an inch. Heavens, was he made of stone?

"Kitten," he held my left hand and pulled me along to the sitting room, where he made me sit on the couch.

Then he sat opposite me. I looked away from him with a frown.

"Lil sis," he sighed before continuing, "I know this is not easy for you, and neither is it for me. Let's just pretend that episode didn't happen between us, okay?" he said to me gently.

I turned to look at him, "Brother, you scolded me in there." I accused.

"I would do the same thing if it were anyone else, too. Even you, Kitten, would do the same. And I'm sorry I threw that slipper at you. I really regret it," he confessed.

Next, he did a shocking thing before me. He walked towards me and knelt with an apologetic look on his handsome face.

"Please, Kitten, can you forgive me?" he implored.

Gosh! Even like this, he still looked dashing. I almost wanted to forgive him immediately, but I couldn't be too eager. I needed to make him work harder to gain my forgiveness.

"I'll forgive you only on one condition," I proposed.

He nodded without thinking, and I smiled.

"Anything you want, sister," he smilingly responded, to which I nodded my satisfaction.

"William, I want us to play a question-and-answer game in your room," I suggested. I see that he thinks nothing of it as he quickly agreed.

"This game, however, comes with a consequence. You care to know?" I questioned him while trying to pull off a vain look.

"Yeah. Tell me about it," he said as he rose to his feet.

"If you can't answer a question, you'll have to take off a piece of clothing," I smirkingly said.

He looked stunned for a moment, but then he agreed.

"I'm just gonna wear a ton of clothes then. I certainly won't lose to you anyway," he confidently said, and I shook my head as he left. When he was completely out of sight, I covered my heated cheeks in utter embarrassment.

Why the heck did I say that? And the surprising thing was that he actually agreed.

Gosh!

I heard him walk to me, and I quickly put my hands down and assumed a smug look, like I wasn't coy seconds ago.

"What day do we play it?" he asked, "So that I can prepare," he added.

"Anytime you choose," I said without thinking.

He nodded and smilingly said, "Thinking about it, I think it can begin now. I'll wait for you in my room," then he turned to leave without letting me contribute my words of objection.

I yanked my ponytail in frustration.

"But I have work!" I yelled as I rushed after him.

"Call your boss that you're not feeling too well," he told me, increases his pace to his room.

"I can't," I said with a scoff before entering my room to wear some makeup and grab my bag.

Then I rushed out of the room, only to see him blocking my escape. He'd already worn so many shirts, completely prepared for the game.

Geez, he was more eager than I was! How could I talk my way out of this?

"I forgive you, William," I sighed defeatedly. If this was the only way for me to go to work, then so be it. I'll just consider it a loss.

"I've called your boss already, and she's given permission for you to have a day off," he revealed, leaving me in astonishment.

"What? William, how could you do that?"

"Nothing must interrupt the game," He responded, dragging me into his room.

He then locked the door and put the key in his pocket. Well, I haven't entered his room for months and seeing it today, it smelled nice and looked squeaky clean. I'm impressed, but I still maintain the frown on my face.

"Sit down," he offered as he took his seat on one of the two chairs in his room.

I reluctantly obeyed with a pout. This bastard was wearing so many clothes; I was clearly the one at a disadvantage here.

"I'll go first," he said, and my frown deepened, which only made him chuckle.

...

Half an hour later.

The game was still on.

He'd been asking me simple questions, which I found pretty easy to answer, but in return, I'd been asking really difficult questions. He got some right and others wrong, and that led him to take off all the shirts, including the one he was wearing before. Now he was seated opposite me, shirtless.

I have to be honest, his abs weren't for show; they're solid. He must have been working out a lot in his room.

Well, it was his turn to ask questions now. But instead of the simple question I expected, he asked me a rather difficult math question.

I gritted my teeth unhappily.

This stepbrother of mine knew how bad I was at math. I was someone who could sleep through a math period and sometimes even skipped class. It was a miracle that I even passed my math exams.

And here he was, asking me stuff related to Algebra. How was I supposed to get an answer, even if I studied for three days? This slick bastard!

Well, I couldn't do anything against him, could I? Besides, he had been losing all this time; I shouldn't be too pained. I just needed to be on alert now since he'd become serious.

As the game progressed, he lost once more and had to take off his belt.

Then he asked me a question, and this time, the unhappy me took off my skirt. Now I was just left with my bra and undies.

Well, we'd gone to the beach several times before, so it was not his first time seeing me with a bra and underwear knickers.

Determined, I asked him a hard question, but there was a possibility that he knew the answer. Especially since he's a math genius. I'd run out of ideas at the moment.

"I don't know," he said after holding his chin to ponder for a short while. I was inwardly surprised at his response, but I didn't let it show on my face. Rather, I put on a smug look as if I'd been waiting for him to lose.

He unbuttoned his pants, and I didn't even bother to look away since I was sure he was wearing underwear. But just like the incident that day in the bathroom, I was wrong again.

The moment he pulled down his pants, I was met with his huge thing that was standing erect.

"AAAHHH!" I shrieked and looked away while lamenting this wasted chance internally, "Why aren't you wearing underwear?" I scolded without looking at him.

Instead of replying, he walked to me, and once again I could see his member; this time it was up close!

I swallowed hard, and I could feel my cheeks heat up, more than usual, and even had that hungry need down there- the need to be filled with his bird!

"Why haven't you put on clothes? Go away!" I snapped, forcing myself to look away. Unexpectedly, he pinched my chin and forced me to stare at the forbidden thing once again.

"Do you like what you see, sis?" he asked me.

"Wh-what?" I faltered. Why was he saying such a thing with a seductive voice? Did he even know that turned me on even more?

"You like your personal lollipop?" he questioned again.

I nodded at first, but then immediately shook my head, contrary to what my heart wanted.

"Kitten, you're such a bad liar. I can see it in your eyes- the raw lust that you're trying to suppress,"

"I-I'm not lusting after you!" I stood up immediately, and he quickly put his hands on my shoulders.

"From the moment you suggested the strip game, I knew you had a thing for me. We are the same, and that's why I agreed," he disclosed, and I couldn't suppress the gasp that escaped my lips.

"Kitten," he walked towards the bed and perched on it, holding his still-erect member. "He's all yours. Don't be shy," he beckoned to me in a sexy tone that I just couldn't ignore.

Subconsciously, I started to walk towards him until I reached the bed. Then I got on my knees, stared hungrily at his cock and then at him.

"Go ahead, my dear kitten," he urged smilingly.

Encouraged, I held his manhood with both hands. I felt it pulsing, and a gasp escaped me, my eyes growing wide as I let go of it. He chuckled at my action.

"Don't be afraid. He's all yours to tame," he says again, and I brave myself to hold his jewel. I start to pleasure him slowly, occasionally planting kisses on his rod while he strokes my hair tenderly.

WILLIAM'S POV

When she started pleasing me with her magical hands and those kisses she planted especially on the tip of my shaft, I had no choice but to suppress the moan that was threatening to escape through my lips. No, I mustn't moan!

But without a heads-up, she suddenly put my length into her mouth, trying to accommodate it as much as possible.

At that moment, my face contorted, and I let out a moan, not in the least sorry about it. Instead, I'd become more lustful.

"Suck me, Kitten," I say with need, grabbing her hair to motivate her to do what I desired. And she didn't let me down, she started sucking my jewel, and the slurping sounds made me even hungrier. I love this feeling and I don't want it to end.

At a point, I got to my feet and started thrusting fast into her mouth, and she didn't resist. After thrusting for a while, I removed my member from her mouth as I'd cummed.

She hungrily swallowed it and even licked my member clean.

"William, you taste so delicious," she said with a look of lust.