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.

shit... that was the most powerful orgasm I've ever

through your wet

hell

out, reaching for your towel to wrap it tightly around yourself. The yelling is louder

Is someone fighting?

bathroom door and move into the hallway. You

sounds like it's coming

and a woman get in a screaming match. She's about your moms age, with the same

window? I mean, they're screaming out in public, its

fingers underneath the window enough to pry it open, cringing

all they're screaming, I doubt they

window is open you can hear what they are

always fucking

cover your mouth with your

mother? Who the hell is she

don't want to take

put his hands on me. Over nothing! He was

tosses her arms up dramatically while shaking

was there. I know

boyfriends never do anything wrong, right? Have

closed as quietly as you can, and firm your lips with anticipation that he's seen

he doesn't see

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

it down the stairs

the matter, and 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 from face

Oh my fucking god!

fully naked on the stairs. The embarrassment makes you

was sure he'd say