Falling for my Stepbrothers

PART TWO CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

BLAKE

Frustrated to all hell with them, I storm into my bathroom, stripping as I go, tossing my clothes into my laundry basket, half the clothes landing on the floor instead. Bending completely nude, I filled my oversized whirlpool tub and poured a generous amount of my favorite bubble bath, ironically the very same bubble bath the guys have been buying for me since I met them, that thought was never lost on me.

The tub filled fast, and the water was hot and steamy just like I like it. I eased myself down into the water, allowing the bubbles to overtake me. Finding the remote control for the jets and turning them on full blast, I lay back to relax. It's not long before my thoughts turn toward them, as I give in to the urge. The guys were going to drive me insane, that's all there is to it. First, Erik not only started flirting heavily with me, but he was the first to put his hands on me, followed by Doug in the elevator. Thinking about Erik watching me get myself off with my toy was hot as hell but so f*****g frustrating. After that scene, I was gifted with the presence of Blake, making my p***y wet all over again as I watched him from my window.

Picturing the scene, Blake, outside, hunched over the hood of his car. He is very hands-on, he likes to tinker and fix things. Today he was fixing something with his engine, and I came across him with no shirt on, grease and sweat streaks were everywhere and, I swear to god, my mouth went dry, all I wanted to do at that moment was lick every drop of sweat off of his chest, as dirty as that sounds.

I could've sworn the bastard knew I was watching, it was like he made a show at everything he did, every turn, every bend. Before leaving, because honestly, if I didn't leave, I was going to self-combust, I knew I saw the smirk on his face. Hurt, they know how I feel, and I know they do, this is just a game for them.

Imagining Blake touching me entered my head and I gave in to my desires, my hand moving under the water, and finding the place that throbs the most, imagining it was his hands, not mine. He's a tinkerer, his hands are rough and calloused, whimpering. I imagine it was his rough, calloused fingers rubbing my folds. I can almost feel it, moaning his name quietly. Cupping my breasts with my free hand, moaning as I pinched my n*****s, needing so much more than my imagination, but knowing it was all I had, I tried my best to feed it. Imagining it was his tongue now bringing me to an organism instead of my fingers, I circle myself harder and faster, getting more and more frustrated knowing I have never been able to get myself off without the benefit of something that requires batteries. What the f**k is wrong with me? Giving up, I found my waterproof p***y blaster and set about releasing my frustrations again. After a few minutes I am screaming out Blakes's name, hoping he couldn't hear, it was intense today, and everyone who was in the house probably heard something.

Going into the kitchen later that afternoon, after working on the car nearly all day, I was brought to my knees at the sight before me. Alex, heaven help me, is standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but panties and my T-shirt with her hair wrapped in a towel, that said t-shirt, does cover her ass, but it's just the sexiest damn sight I have ever seen. I'm a goner, I say to myself. Erik sent a group text earlier giving the run-down of what happened between the two of them, along with the picture of her panties. I saw her staring at me earlier out of the corner of my eye, from her window, while I was fixing the car. I could tell how intently her gaze was on me, it was pretty hot, and I was finding it extremely hard to cover my growing bulge. It was a relief when she turned away. By all accounts, she should be wound pretty tight already, but I can't resist adding my bit into the mix. I am still not in control of my actions after Erik gave us all the surprising information that she and her friends have been playing with each other and her playing with toys on herself. That's a conversation we are going to have to learn more about. The fact that her hair is currently wrapped in a towel and because I know how bothered she was by my fixing the cars, I know what our little Alex likes to do when she is bathing. Reminding myself to check the camera feed for her bedroom and bathroom later.

Later that night, lying in my bed, pulling the feed up from earlier this afternoon after she was watching me work on the car today. Fast forwarding the feed, I finally found the section. Stopping the rewind to watch it at normal speed.

My God, she was gorgeous, watching her enter the bathroom we share, and seeing both connecting doors open while she began showering. Alex has been doing this pretty much from the first day we all lived together. We have always known she wanted us, little Alex just wasn't experienced enough to be able to hide that particular emotion, especially not when we are living in the same house. She had zero chance of that remaining a secret, not that she wanted it to be. The girl makes it a point to leave doors open anytime she is showering or changing her clothes. She walks around the house with next to nothing on and at night while she sleeps she keeps her door open. Did I mention she sleeps nude most of the time and she's a restless sleeper?

Watching her spread her bare p***y while in the shower was almost my undoing, but I forced myself to walk away. We had a plan. You see, unbeknownst to Alex, we had every intention of claiming her and making sure she never had a thought of running away from us again. But we had to stick to the plan. With that thought in my mind, I stopped the feeding, not believing the strength it took to not enter her bedroom with her and showing her all the ways I would and could make her c*m. Entering my bedroom and slamming the door shut, I proceeded to get myself off.

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