Forbidden Desires I & II

Chapter 2: Little Pookie

After dinner, I cleared the dirty dishes and returned back to the living room a couple of minutes later.

“So Sam. Mark and I are heading out for a bit to look at the venue. You two will be fine alone for a couple hours, right?” my mom asked, looking at me like she had been waiting for me to return back from the kitchen before she leaves.

“Of course,” Julian answered smoothly.

The second the front door closed, he looked at me again. That same slow, dangerous smirk.

“Couple hours,” he repeated. “Plenty of time alone stepsister but don't worry I won't touch you.”

I sat on the couch while he walked around, then headed upstairs.

Everything felt awkward. My dress was messed up with my wetness. I went to my room to change my messed up outfits into my nighties then went straight to the kitchen, and poured myself a glass of water, gulping it at once

My brain was still processing what just happened few minutes ago and how we could have been caught if we

weren't careful. The thoughts of his hands, his mouth, his c**k had left me restless and throbbing. I heard footsteps echoing behind me.

“You good?” Julian asked, without looking up from his phone. I jolted but mask it up slowly with an intense smile.

I drank more water with shaking hands. “Yes, very much.”

Silence stretched. The tension was thick enough to choke on.

Julian finally glanced up. His gaze dragged over my thin tank top, the shorts that barely covered my ass and thigh. His eyes lingered on my n*****s, already hard from the cool air and my own arousal.

“Cold?” he asked, lips twitching.

I crossed my arms. “No.”

He stood, slow and deliberate, and moved to the counter beside me. His arm brushed mine as he reached for the coffee stick. The contact sent sparks racing through me.

“You’re jumpy,” he murmured. “Something on your mind?”

“You know exactly what’s on my mind.”

Julian leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “Tell me.”

I shook my head.

His hand found my hip, light, barely there. “A few minutes ago, you couldn’t let my hand go. Were you thinking about how it felt between your legs?”

My breath caught. “Julian—”

“Or maybe you were thinking about how you had ridden my c**k like you couldn’t get enough.” His fingers tightened. “How you came so hard you nearly blacked out.”

I gripped the counter. “We can’t do this. Our parents are getting married”

“Can’t do what?” His hand slid lower, cupping my ass through my shorts. “Can’t touch you? Can’t remind you how good it felt when I f****d you raw?”

I whimpered. The sound was humiliating. Julian chuckled darkly.

“Such a needy little thing,” he murmured. “And we’ve barely started.”

He released me and stepped back, leaving me panting. “Finish your water, Sam. I’ll be upstairs if you need… anything.”

He walked away, leaving me trembling and soaked. I bit my lower lips imagining how he has a way of making me jerk hard on his c**k and hands.

I wanted to stop this dare but honestly didn't know how I lasted twenty minutes downstairs before going upstairs — to him.

The guest door was ajar. Julian stood in front of the window, gazing at it as his hands were at his back.

I stepped inside and he noticed my presence. “You wouldn't want your fear to come to reality,”

I found myself locking the door.

God, what he's doing to me right now.

Fuck

He turned and peered at me. He didn't move, he just watched me with those dark, hungry eyes.

“Take off your shorts.”

My hands shook as I pushed them down. I wasn’t wearing panties. Julian’s gaze dropped to my bare p***y, already glistening.

“Wet already,” he observed. “Did you touch yourself after that little escapade earlier.?”

I nodded. I swear I had to.

“Show me how you did it when no one was watching.”

I hesitated. Julian’s voice dropped, commanding. “Now, little pookie”

I slid two fingers between my clots, gathering wetness, as his eyes never left mine

Julian came closer slowly, watching me circle my fingers on my clits. He grabbed my wrist and brought my fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. His tongue swirled around each digit, slow and filthy.

“Still tastes like mine,” he said against my skin.

Then he dropped to his knees.

I barely had time to gasp before his mouth was on me, hot, demanding, relentless. His tongue, circling my c**t with devastating precision. My hands flew to his hair, gripping tight.

“f**k…”

“Oh…y…ye…. yes, Julian.”

“Should we f*****g stop this?” He asked, his mouth still buried on my p***y.

“N….no…please don't…let's not f*****g stop.”

Julian groaned against my p***y, the vibration shooting straight through me. He sucked my c**t between his lips, flicking it with his tongue while two fingers pushed inside me without warning.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out. The house was empty, but the new habit of secrecy was already ingrained

He f****d me with his fingers, curling them against that spot that made my knees buckle. His tongue never stopped, lapping, sucking, teasing until I was shaking, thighs trembling around his head.

“Come on my finger, dear sister,” he ordered against my c**t, f*****g it faster as I cried out, my legs wobbly, as I fell to my knees. He parted my legs with his other hand, going faster. “Yes, come now.”

“Julian…” I whimpered, with so much sensation flowing through me. My legs vibrated and I closed it when the pleasure became too much to handle.

His fingers rammed through me more, hardening as it parted my legs. “God….Mom…Julian “

I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me so hard my vision whited out. Julian didn’t stop, drawing it out until I was whimpering, oversensitive, pushing at his head.

He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His c**k strained against his pants, but he made no move to free it.

“Later,” he said, voice rough. “When you’re desperate enough to beg.”

He left me there, my legs shaking, p***y throbbing, desperate for more.