Forbidden Desires I & II

My pulse hammered against my ribs as I froze on the stairs. The front door had just opened and there he was — Julian. With a man having a striking resemblance to him but he looked more older than Julian. My mother's excited voice floated in the air as she threw herself into the man's arms. My eyes were on Julian, as my pulse spiked. “Sam, come downstairs and meet your stepbrother!” She yelled, her voice laced with happiness as she called out for me. I felt my legs locked onto the dynamite tiles. I couldn't move. Because the man my mother just threw her body on with a beam on her face is going to be my stepfather and his son he was the school hottest dude I had been dared to f**k by my friends for the next two weeks. Julian has always been my high school crush. Though I only agreed to this dare two days ago, and now he's my step brother, standing in my living room. His deep grey eyes were one his black hair almost covering his eyes made him more alluring “Sam, hurry down now!” My voice yelled again, and I could tell she was losing her patience with me because I hadn't shown up. She would probably be thinking I'm very mad for making the decision of getting married again. She had raised me all her life after the death of my father I held the hem of my gown as I strolled down the stairs, approaching her as I stood next to her. Julian’s eyes found mine instantly. Recognition hit him like a slap. His jaw tightened. For one electric second, the air between us crackled. Then his expression smoothed into polite indifference as my mother introduced us. “Julian, this is Sam. Sam, this is Julian, your new stepbrother.” He extended his hand. I had no choice but to take it. The moment our palms touched, heat shot up my arm. His grip was firm, controlled, but his thumb brushed once across my knuckles, deliberate, teasing. “Nice to meet you, Sam,” he said, voice low and smooth. Nothing in his tone betrayed what we’d done. But his eyes, those same eyes that had watched me come apart on his c**k, held mine for long. “We've met, quite often,” he said slowly, acting all innocent as if we haven't done any sinful act. “We met in school, crossed paths in the hallway, and gave you some private lessons.” My lips parted at his last statement. Private lessons — how he shifted the angle of his hips and hit a spot that made my vision blur. Or I came hard, walls clamping down around him, a broken moan muffled against his shoulder. He f****d me through it, never slowing, until I was oversensitive and trembling. Maybe how he exhaled sharply when I wrapped my fingers around the base. He was thick and warm, already starting to harden again in my grip. I looked up at him through my lashes as I leaned down and dragged my tongue slowly from base to tip. “f**k, Sam,” he groaned as I took him into my mouth. I started slowly, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting the mix of us. Julian’s hand slid into my auburn hair, not pushing, just holding. I took him deeper, relaxing my throat until my nose brushed against his pelvis. The low, broken sound he made sent heat straight between my legs. I bobbed my head, sucking him with wet, filthy sounds. Every time I pulled back I let my tongue drag along the underside, paying special attention to the sensitive spot just beneath the head. His hips twitched. His fingers tightened in my hair. “You are now naughty,” he rasped. I hummed around him and took him even deeper, throat working. Saliva dripped down his shaft onto his balls. I used my hand to stroke what I couldn’t fit, twisting on the upstroke. His breathing grew ragged, abs tensed under my other hand. I cleared my throat loudly, adjusting my clothes well as I could feel myself dripping just at the thought of our escapades. My mum exchanged a glance with her fiance as if noticing something wasn't right but they brushed it off. “We have?” I asked, feigning surprise. Though I've had a crush on Julian and would go any length to make him notice my existence. Finally I succeeded, and now after we have had f****d multiple times, he's standing before me as my step brother. He's now my family. My mother clapped her hands. “Dinner’s ready. Let's go and have a good meal.” He nodded, released my hand, and walked past me. His shoulder brushed mine. The contact was brief, but it left my skin burning. I fled to the kitchen, heart racing. My mother followed, smiling. “Isn’t he handsome? I told you this would work out. He’s only a few years older than you. You two will get along great.” I forced a nod, gripping the counter so hard my knuckles whitened. She had no idea. No idea that last night I’d let my now stepbrother bend me over in the school bathroom stall and f**k me until I couldn’t stand. No idea that my high school crush was now my stepbrother. Dinner was torture. Julian sat across from me, perfectly composed, answering my mother’s questions with easy charm. Every time our eyes met, electricity crackled. He’d look away first, but not before his gaze dropped to my mouth, my throat, the neckline of my dress. Halfway through the meal, my phone buzzed under the table. A text from Julian. “Do you know you have succulent t**s? It tastes better than this meal.” He sent. My head snapped up. Julian was cutting his steak, expression neutral. But his phone rested beside his plate. I typed back with shaking fingers. “My mom and your dad are around.” “You’re wet right now, aren’t you?” he replied. Another message followed. “Your mom thinks we’re not going to get along easily,” he said. “She had no idea I had my c**k buried in that tight little p***y less than twenty-four hours ago.” My breath hitched. I typed shakily “We can’t.” “Can’t what? Can’t look at each other? Can’t remember how you begged me to f**k you harder?” he sent. I read every word and snapped my eyes at him to see him gazing at me innocently as if he hadn't typed those words. I clenched my thighs together under the table. Heat flooded between my legs. I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to. Julian’s hand nudged my thigh beneath the table, once, twice then stayed there. The contact was hidden, innocent to anyone watching. His hand found his way in between my thighs a soft gasp escaped my lips as I grabbed the fork tightly. Unconsciously spread my leg wider so he could have enough access. His index and middle finger touched my wet panties. I couldn't hear a thing they were saying anymore, everyone was talking in the background. While he sat there eating his food just as if he wasn't aware of what he was doing to me down there. Noise faded into the background, I could barely hold myself as he finger f****d my wet hole slowly and deeply. “f**k,” I dropped my fork. It clattered against my plate. “Everything okay, sweetheart?” my mother asked. “Fine,” I managed. “Just a little clumsy.” Julian’s lips curved in the faintest smirk. He withdrew his hand, but the damage was done. My panties were soaked