My Little Step Secret

Just a kiss

Bradley followed Frankie all the way to her room, but this didn't stop Frankie from slamming the door behind her and refusing to reopen it. How dare he leave her to make things work with his wife only to start on her father's, his best friend's, wife to be right in front of her! The whole time, he kept saying he deserved a chance to speak with her after everything he had done for her. He sounded so deflated that Frankie almost caved into the guilt creeping into her head. After she shut the door, his tone changed entirely, clearly frustrated with her behavior. "You know you are acting like a child!" He hissed through the door so only she would hear, before storming off down the hall. Frankie could hear the thuds of his step quieting the further he got away. When he was far enough away, Frankie removed the hand from her own mouth and crumbled to the floor, letting the sobs wrack her body. It was as if all the world's sorrows were confined in her chest, desperately fighting to escape their prison. Frankie had no way of knowing how much time had passed when the tears stopped flowing and her breathing seemed to stabilise. Her body felt strangely relaxed. She stood up, a satisfying sigh escaping her. She was better than this. She did not need the approval of Bradley Gilmour. A bubble bath was just the thing. When Frankie had a bad day she would reach for her favourite luxury gingerlily scented bubble bath. The scent alone was enough to make her melt, her body and heart relaxing. The moment she sunk her body into the steamy bubbly water she wished she had brought her book. She was deep in a book by her favourite author, Mary Flora. She was a romance novelist, and the main characters would find their true love, and no matter the trials and tribulations, true love always won out. Frankie wasn't as naive now, love was painful, but still, the books gave her hope.

Following her bath of hot water and liquid bliss, she prepares for the evening. The material sliding against her skin felt silky soft as she slipped on her satin gold nightgown. Her long chestnut hair was slightly damp on the ends where she had failed to keep it from entering the water. Nevertheless, she pulled her hair up loosely, securing it in place with a matte black claw clip. Her mind still wandered to her book. She was sure it was late but decided one chapter before bed wouldn't hurt, knowing her one chapter usually means three or four, but she was ok with that. So what if she was groggy in the morning? That's what summer break was for - right?! Striding through her suite, she made her way to the empty suite next door. She had left her reading book in the window nook earlier. She had a window nook in her own suite but she preferred the view from the one next door and often spent her time there reading or sketching.

"I don't recall ordering room service." A sultry voice sounded, as if luck would have it at the exact time Frankie was bending over to collect her book from the window ledge. Frankie was startled so intensively that she threw the book into the air, letting out a small squeal. Her hand on her heart, she began to giggle uncontrollably once she was aware she was safe.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were in here." She choked out half laughing due to the embarrassment. As she had never worn underwear for bed, she had to let the lady breathe too, she was certain he saw much more than he ever intended. Her cheeks flushed crimson at the thought. "Does no one tell you anything around here?" He joked, his eyes full of heat, his shirt open exposing his perfectly carved torso. Had she caught him in an intimate moment?

Frankie swallowed back her inappropriate thoughts, praying to God she didn't physically drool at the godlike man before her. "No. Apparently not."

Xavier bent down in front of her. Slowly and carefully he retrieved the fallen book. Frankie thought she saw him breathing deeply whilst down there but, she was sure she was imagining it. He rose back to his feet slowly, looking deeply into Frankie's eyes. His eyes were filled with lust, his mask of composure slipping as their hands touched when returning the book. Frankie's heart was pounding fiercely in her chest. She was sure he could hear it. They didn't pull away as their hands touched. Frankie didn't want to pull away, instead, she delicately danced her fingers over his own. Moving closer, the space between them disappears. She could sense the warmth of his body over her own skin. His breathing became shakey as he trailed his fingers up her arm, to her face cupping her cheek. His body towered over her. Frankie could not resist. She wanted to explore him. As her hand skimmed across his muscular chest she felt a circle-shaped scar on his shoulder. She had no time to investigate this, as she had begun. Xavier pulled her face toward his own, hesitant, noses rubbed together as they attempted to fight their urges. "We shouldn't do this..." She forced out, her voice husky as she feigned restraint.

"We shouldn't do this..." He falsely agreed, planting a delicate kiss on her jaw.

"You're to be my stepbrother". He kissed the other side of her neck, just below her ear. Frankie had no idea it was such a sensitive area until it caused her legs to buckle beneath her. They both fell backwards slowly, as she lay on the window seat, his body hovering just inches above her. "And you my step-sister." His voice was so seductive, it was enough for her to lose any remaining resolve. She pulled him in, her lips finally meeting with his own full lips. Her body ached for him as her fingers dropped the book she had still been holding. He kissed her with such passion, like no kiss she had ever experienced, this was something new. He was taking her in investigating her with his mouth. They moved like they had practiced this kiss one thousand times before. He wanted access to explore her further and Frankie did not hesitate to consent, opening her mouth to allow access. His tongue, dancing with her own, slowly, deliberately, deliciously, the taste of his mouthwash caused tingles on the tip of her tongue. She wrapped her bare legs around his waist, her body dying to have him closer to her. His rigid bulge pulled against her slit. His strength was exciting, as he effortlessly flipped her so she was sitting atop his lap. With nimble fingers, he removed the clip from her hair, letting her luscious brown hair fall down, throwing the clip across the room carelessly. Her body instinctively began to grind against him. The only thing between them was the thin material of his suit trousers. Nothing else existed at that moment, she had forgotten all her troubles, and her mind was focused on one thing. A little moan escaped her, the noise like music to him. Through gritted teeth he warned her "If you don't stop that Francine, I cannot promise I will be able to control..." Her lips came down hard on his mouth as she greedily devoured him. She lifted off to smile, she was nothing like the shy, demure woman he saw the first night. No, right now she was confident and sexy, her smile was almost a challenge to see if he could maintain control. He could not. Slowly and tentatively, his fingers traced her labia, her wetness already coating them with any need to enter. Common sense was long gone, he knew he should have stopped, there was much on the line, but no matter what his brain told him, his body reacted to her in ways he couldn't control. Her hand reached down to unbutton his trousers as the bedroom door handle rattled... Frankie's eyes flew open wide with concern. She could already hear the gossip in her mind. Scurrying, she ran to the conjoining door, slamming it shut. Just in time.