Forbidden Thoughts

Chapter 7

“Put your dress back on now,” he growled, and turned around, his back facing me.

“No,” I growled right back.

He is the one who called me a w***e. I have not done a single thing at this party, hell in my whole life, to deserve to be called that.

“I said, put the damn dress back on,” he demanded.

“And I said no,” I shrugged and leaned back against the wall.

Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through my bloodstream, but I felt very brave, and I wanted to have a little fun. Nothing seems more fun to me right now than to mess with Sean.

“You are the one who followed me in here Sean,” I reminded him, biting my bottom lip, feeling my body buzzing with excitement. “You should have let Jeremy come in here with me.”

“So he could take advantage of you?” Sean spit, still not turning around, but I watched as his shoulder grew tight and his breathing becoming rapid.

“Maybe I would have taken advantage of him,” I whispered, and grinned. Megan would be proud of me right now.

“You don't even know how to do that to someone, Olivia. You are too sweet,” Sean snorted, and anger coursed through me. “You wouldn't even know where to start,” he chuckled.

Oh, yeah?

“You think I'm such a good girl, don't you Sean? Still seeing me as your best friend's baby sister,” I giggled. “I'm a woman now, Sean. I'm capable of taking advantage of a boy.”

“You are not,” he sighed. “They would turn it around and take advantage of you. You are way too f*****g innocent. Now put your damn clothes on before Jason comes looking for us.”

“That's not going to happen. You can leave,” I suggested, brought my hands to my hips and began pushing my panties down my legs. “But I'm staying. Maybe someone will come inside and have fun with me.”

“You don't want that,” he struggled to say, his breath hitching.

“Maybe I do,” I sighed. “You and my brother are the ones that forced me to be a good girl, Sean. You and him never let me go to parties. I could never drink because he would get all pissed off at me. You don't know me, Sean.”

I kicked my panties off and made sure it landed against his back.

“You are pissing me off. Nobody else is coming through this f*****g door,” Sean growled. “What was that?” He asked when the material of my thongs slid slammed against the back of his shirt, I made sure he heard it and felt it.

“Oh just my panties coming off,” I said nonchalantly, feeling my pulse starting to spike.

Goodness alcohol is very dangerous.

“f*****g stop taking off your clothes,” he snapped, sounding pissed off, but I couldn't help but notice the slight movement of his head.

He wanted to look at me, but he was fighting it.

I'll help you, Sean.

“But I don't want to, Sean,” I whispered, slowly dragged my fingers down my belly, stopping between my legs. “I told you I wanted to have fun.”

“This is bullshit,” he cursed more to himself than to me. “You are drunk. You are going to regret this tomorrow.”

“Will I?” I asked innocently.

Maybe I would.

Maybe I wouldn't.

I honestly don't know how I will feel about this in the morning when I'm no longer influenced by alcohol. Right now, I just want to prove to myself and to Sean that I could have a little fun.

Starting with teasing him.

That sounded super fun.

My body was humming with excitement, my breathing became shaky as I slowly pushed my hand down further between my legs, my fingers lightly brushing over my sensitive bud, and a light wanting moan escaped my lips.

“f*****g hell Olivia,” Sean cursed, slowly turning around as his eyes roamed over my face, down my body, and stopping between my legs.

“I'm not a little kid anymore, Sean,” I whispered software as I began to rub the tips of my fingers around my c**t. “I'm not just your best friend's little sister. I'm grown now and can make decisions for myself.”

“Stop acting like this,” he ordered, but was not taking his eyes off my fingers.

“Do you really want me to?” I asked innocently. “You want to touch me, Sean?”

“Stop this bullshit right now, Olivia,” he growled, chest rising and falling faster, as his hands clamps into fists.

“You didn't answer my questions,” I hummed and reminded him. My body starting to overheat with the wanting to feel his hands on me.

“No, I don't want to f*****g touch you! You are my best friends sister,” he snarled.

“I think you are lying,” I informed him, and slid one of my fingers lazily inside my p***y, needing to feel something.

“I'm not lying-”

“Yes you are. You think I'm blind?”

“What?” He asked confused.

“You're hard. For me,” I commented as my eyes roamed over his body, landing on the big bulge inside his jeans. “I think you do want to touch me.”

“It's not hard for you,” he spit, but his words held no heat, and I knew that he was once again lying to me.

“Oh alright then,” I shrugged and tried my best to look as if I believed him.

“Oh god,” I whimpered as I pushed my finger deeper inside me and looked up at his face. His mouth was tight, his body growing ridged as he watched my finger move in and out of me.

“You got to be f*****g kidding me,” Sean hissed. “Olivia you need to stop this s**t right now and put your damn clothes back on.”

“Or what?” I mocked, leaned my head back against the wall and continued my gentle movements.

The fact that he has yet to storm out of this room sends shivers down my spine. He wants to be in here with me, even if he won't admit it to himself.

“Don't f*****g test me,” he growled.

“Maybe I want to test you,” I moaned. “Maybe I want to test how good you are with your fingers. You know, I have heard rumors that those fingers could work magic.”

“Who the f**k has been telling you that?”

“Just gossip around school,” I shrugged. “Girls talk, you know, and you have f****d a lot of them. Don't be so shocked they would kiss and tell.”

“I'm not shocked they talked. I'm shocked you actually listen to girls talking about the way I f**k them,” he told me, taking a step closer to me, and made my heart skit a beat.

“f**k,” I sobbed when I pushed a second finger inside me and the little hole felt so full.

“You're driving me f*****g crazy,” he growled.

“Then do something about it. Touch me Sean. I won't tell. What happens in this room stays between us,” I moaned and almost jumped with joy as he took another step towards me.

“Is that what you want, Olivia? You need me to touch you?” He demanded, tone growing deliciously dangerous.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Touch me, Sean,” I ordered.

“I shouldn't want to touch you,” he sighed, raised his hand and grabbed my chin, and forced my head up.

“But you want to,” I added for him.

“Are you wet for me, Olivia?” He asked and stroked my right cheek. “Is that virgin cunt dripping for me?”

“Yes Sean,” I cried, tension building inside my body, needing to feel his hands on me.

“Ask me to touch your pussy.”

“Please, Sean,” I begged. This was getting to be too much. My slow movements and his comments had me close to flying off the pleasure cliff.

“I said f*****g ask me to touch your p***y,” he growled, moved his face closer to mine, his mouth next to my ear and murmured, “I need to hear you say the words, Olivia.”

Holy s**t, this was hot.

“Sean, I want you to touch me. Please touch me,” my throaty cry echoed around the small room.

“Good girl,” he murmured, sucked my ear into his mouth and bit down. “This is what you want, baby? To feel me?”

“Yes,” I hissed, annoyed that the table has turned, and I'm now the one being teased.

“f**k, you are so beautiful,” he groaned and trailed his hand up my thigh. It felt like electricity was shooting through his fingers and into my body the closer those fingers got to my sensitive area.

“Oh please, Sean," I whined, feeling my body becoming needy for his touch. I want to come for him. I want to feel his fingers deep inside me. I have been waiting for this for so long and now finally it is happening.

His fingers moved mine away and lightly touched against my p***y lips, sliding through my wet folds. My hips raised on their own, loving the feeling, and felt my heart race inside me.

“f**k, you're so slippery,” he groaned and drove his fingers through my wet folds, pushing the tips of his finger against my c**t.

“Oh please,” I cried against his neck, pleasure shooting through me.

“Olivia I-”

His words were quickly cut off, by my brother shouting.

“Olivia, where the f**k are you?”

“f**k,” Sean hissed and jerked his hand away from me like I disgusted him.

“No, don't stop,” I begged.

“This was a mistake,” he growled, turned around, opened the closet door, slammed it shut, and left me standing there with no panties.

His words repeated inside my head.

This was a mistake.

I banged my palms against the wall, leaned my head back, closed my lips together, and screamed in frustration.

Damn you Jason.

Fuck you Sean.