MY STEPBROTHER, MY RUIN

CHAPTER 007:CRACKING DEFENCES

JUNE;

The steam still clung to my skin like it had followed me all the way up the stairs. What the heck did I just see? Was that a d**k or a long smoothly carved log between his thighs?

My legs felt shaky, like jelly left out in the sun, as I bolted up the steps two at a time. The towel slipped a little around my chest and I clutched it tighter, shower gel held tightly under one arm, knuckles white.

Why was my body reacting this way? My n*****s had gone all tight and hard, pushing painfully against the thick fabric like they were begging to be touched. Every little shift of the towel sent sparks straight down between my legs.

And down there… Oh, sweet Lord!. My core throbbed with a deep, hot ache I couldn’t ignore. I couldn’t tell if it was just the desperate need to pee or the raw image of Ronan burning into my brain.

That rude boy standing there completely naked, water streaming over his carved muscles, his hand slowly stroking that long, thick, hard d**k like he was lost in pleasure. His hair covered in lather. This was supposed to be the brother! The impromptu, annoying, rude brother! Not some stripper!

Heat flooded my face. This feeling was brand new, wild, and it scared me. I shouldn’t be feeling anything for that cold, annoying boy who had humiliated me at school. He was the enemy. The one I wanted to hate. Yet my body was betraying me completely, p***y clenching and growing slicker with every heartbeat.

My feet pounded harder as I reached the top of the stairs. Mariah’s worried voice floated up behind me.

“Miss June? Is everything okay?”

I couldn’t answer. My throat was too tight, too dry. I kept running, towel flapping and brushing my upper thighs, bare legs flashing. The hallway felt endless. I slammed into my bedroom, twisted the knob, and burst inside. The door banged shut behind me with a loud crack.

I pressed my entire back against the wood, chest heaving, breasts rising and falling fast under the towel. My heart thumped so wildly I could feel it pulsing in my ears, in my throat, even between my legs.

Thoughts crashed through my mind like fire. Him. Naked. That long, hard c**k in his soapy hand, sliding up and down gently. Why did I notice the peak was pink? This was new. The feeling, the house, everything! I had never imagined that this part of a man could be this huge.

The way water had run down his chest, over his abs, dripping from the head of his d**k. The low way he had said my name at first, like he was surprised to see me, his eyes dark and locked on mine. How could he be surprised? I mean, who struts into a bathroom and leaves the door unlocked?

My c**t throbbed hard, a sharp, needy pulse that made me gasp. Why did I feel so wet already? Warm, slippery wetness coated my p***y lips, so much that it was starting to drip slowly down my inner thighs.

The towel felt too rough against my sensitive n*****s now. I squeezed my thighs together, but that only made the ache worse, pressing my swollen c**t between them. I wanted to touch myself. Right here, right now. Just slide my fingers down and feel how slick and hot I had become because of him.

A light knock sounded right behind my head.

My heart leaped into my throat. Has he come to get me? To scream at me? Or maybe say something filthy after catching me staring? My fingers tightened around the doorknob until it hurt. I yanked the door open fast and almost screamed, “What?!”

But it wasn’t him.

Mariah stood there, eyes wide with concern, hands clasped in front of her.

“Miss June,” she was ready to knock again before I pulled the door open. “ I saw you running. Are you all right? You looked so frightened.”

I managed a smile, even though they wobbled at the corners. “The bathroom… the one downstairs… it was in use. I’m really pressed. I think Ronan is in there… Yeah.” I stammered, words rolling out in a shaky rush.

Her eyebrows pulled together as she watched me squeezing and tightening my thighs together. A flicker lit up in her eyes, like she was sorry for nothing. Only if she knew what my eyes had seen. Wait! What if she had seen it too? With the way this boy was going naked all over the house?

“Oh, I’m sorry. The only other option right now is the small bathroom in the staff quarters, past the kitchen. Or you could wait until Ronan finishes. He shouldn’t take too long.” She explained.

Wait? With my p***y this wet and aching, lips slick and dripping down my thighs? No. I couldn’t wait another minute. The throbbing between my legs had turned into a deep, hungry pulse that made my knees weak.

I needed to see what was happening down there. Needed to understand why my body was burning like this for the boy I was supposed to hate.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, already brushing past her, voice barely steady. “I’ll use the staff one.”

I hurried into the simple and bolted the door at once. My hands shook as I let the towel drop to the floor in a heap. Grabbed my full breasts in both hands, squeezed a little, making my hard n*****s tighten even more. I lifted one leg high and propped it on the edge of the bathtub, spreading myself open wide.

My eyes dropped between my thighs.

My c**t was swollen, puffy, and dark, peeking out desperately like she was looking for the boy who got her swollen.

The image from the shower slammed back into my mind so hard it made me dizzy, Ronan’s long, hard d**k gripped tight in his hand, thick and veined, stroking slowly and deliberately, then the groan that had reached me by the door. The way he had looked at me with those burning eyes.

A soft, needy whimper slipped from my lips. My fingers moved like they were about to settle on my burning c**t. My head screamed ‘Morals, June!” My breath came in short gasps, as the air swept through my p***y.

Torn between the voice in my head, pulling me back from destruction, and the vivid image in my mind that was making me want to do things to myself, I pressed my back against the cool wall.

This annoying boy has a plan to break down every defense I had left.