Tempting Adeline

9

ADELINE

I woke up in a panic.

I forgot to lock the door again. My thighs immediately sealed together, my quads tightening, and my arms circle my body before my eyes even have the chance to speak. My dreams hazy again snd I feel this tightening in my chest that just won’t ease up.

I scan my surroundings for any intruder before dragging my hand down my face in a panic. It takes me a moment to calm myself together. I realise that I’m not in my mom’s house or in that dream that I keep forgetting every single time.

My stomach rumbled, the pizza wasn’t enough for me and Croix isn’t going to the grocery store for more stock just to be petty to me. Sometimes, he burned hot and cold. I took a knife and stabbed a pepperoni before smearing it on the wall. Maybe it would give them a hint to actually clean the house up.

Grabbing my phone, I immediately search through my messages hoping to find a message from Wesley. He didn’t come home last night and I was waiting patiently for him. As expected, there was a message from him.

Wesley: Sorry babe, practice ran late. So I’m gonna be back soon. Don’t wait up for me. Love and kisses.

I toss the phone on the nightstand. I have to get ready for work now. A heavy sigh left my lips, and I shift to my side. But as I turn, I feel wetness between my thighs. Shocked, I sit up straight and toss the blanket off me. I peer down at my tank top that is damp from sleeping in this hotbox. I noticed my underwear was wet.

Lying back again, I dip my fingers into the elastic band of my cotton panties heading further south. I don’t have my period until next month and especially with the birth control that I’m on. Maybe the stress and the current hardship of my life have me running red again.

As I bring my fingers up to my face. I noticed it was wet, sticky, pearly and iridescent. This is c*m. I must have had a wet dream.

Going out of the bed, I head for the shared bathroom on our end of the house to shower and get ready for my first day in Glazzers. Luckily, Croix’s door is closed, and the rest of the house seems silent. I never did hear them come back last night. There were partying all morning. I’m sure.

I strip off my clothing, dropping my wet underwear onto my tank top. I smirked at what I did yesterday. Two girls with black stockings fishnets came over to see them, not sure who but I slammed the door in their faces then poured trash over their heads. It was fun. I made them lose their late night p***y. Welcome to the world of having me as your roommate.

I turned on the shower and stepped in letting the warm water release the tension in my shoulders.

I sigh with pleasure before hearing the lock on the bathroom door click open. I grip the shower curtain, wrapping it around my naked body and peering around to see Croix walking in through the mist, wearing nothing but a black sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

“Get the f**k out! I’m showering.” I shriek.

He flips the lid of the toilet ignoring me as he whips his c**k out. His eyes aren’t even open as he tips his head back and his face to the ceiling as he drains his main vein into the toilet. I can’t help but stare at his limp c**k that is capable of bringing someone into orgasmic bliss.

Hating my thoughts, I let my rage take over me and I take the showerhead nuzzle turning it to his direction as he’s flushing.

The water sprayed across his face and his chest, he winced his eyes barely open before he glanced down at his sweats.

Scowling, he dips his thumb in the elastic band of his sweatpants and slides it down his sculpted thighs. I take note of his lack of underwear before taking in the dark trail of hair descending from his navel to the deeply cut V of his abdomen. A large raised scar slashes across his side under his ribs almost across his defined abs. He kicks his sweats to the floor, not bothering to cover himself at all. I try to play it cool but my personality won’t let me.

He approached me, taking measured steps towards me in the shower. I shriek placing my both hands forward to stop him. “What are you doing?”

He shoots me an uninterested glance but this time his eyes are open. “Someone got me all wet and I want to shower just like you.” He looked down at my tank top and my underwear on the floor. “Besides we’re brother and sisters now. We shouldn’t be ashamed of bathing together.”

My spine stiffens and my face floods with heat. I chant the mantra he’s your brother in my head then the thought entered. Did he know I had a wet dream? Did I moan? Did I say his name?

Embarrassment floods me. He reached arpund, where I’m standing wet, naked and completely frozen in shock, clutching my body to cover as much as I can and grabs the boody wash. Lathering himself up, the scent of minty spice hits my nostrils as I study the way his hands coast over the muscular frame of his body. His lean torso that tapers into into waist, layered with delicious muscle and his corded forearms just made me hypnotiized.

“He must have been a good one.” He remarks. I go to take the body wash but he stopped me then opened a cabinet and grabbed a bottle of vanilla bodywash then hand it oover to me. “Got someone new on your mind?”

“Did you not see me here?” I hissed. “What’s wrong with f*****g privacy?”

“You feel unseen. What a concept.” He then continues by squeezing the vanilla body wash on my breasts. “You lost privacy when you invaded my world and made it your own.”

“What do you even mean by that?” I asked him with confusion clearly written on my face. “I have never invaded your world or anything your sick mind believes.”

I guess we’re doing this once and for all.

“You don’t know what you did? Stop the lies, Adeline.” He hissed, his hungry eyes scanning my body.

“You deceived me.” I seethe. “That’s the oly way you got away with getting me naked on camera, you sick f**k. Lies? That’s your favourite tool.”

He takes a step forward, towering over me causing me to step back into the shower. His eyes flicker with fire. “Does it matter?” He said sharply. “You went there to f**k a stranger and you almost did.” His gaze is direct, his pupils dark as the night.

Unfortunately, he’s right. I went there to f**k a stranger and I almost did.

“There are two ingredients for deceiving, my little sister.” He inch closer until our lips are a breath apart. “A little truth and a little lie.”

I scoffed. “The fact that you faked an entire company to f**k me says more than a few lies.”

He grabs a hold of me. His touch burns me. Snapping out of it, I rip my hand out of his grip and slap his hand away but he shoves his naked body against mine in response fighting with me until we meet chest to chest and he successfully holds me in place.

The water is now running cold as we stand together, pressed against another, the rage building between us doing more than to keep us warm. I feel his thickening c**k between my thighs and my insides floods with heat.

“I wonder how Wesley would feel if he saw his girlfriend hungry for my cock.” He whisoered in my ear. My face twisted in guilt at his remark. Wesley has always been so good to me and this is how I repay him. I go to push him away but he held me tight.

“What is it to you?” I yelled at him struggling in his grasp.

He squints, tightening his jaw before opening up those dark lashes again and glaring down at me. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at me, going back and forth between my eyes searching for something...or someone.

“Get on your knees.” He commands softly.

“What? No. Not hap...” Water interrupts my words as I’m shoved down forcefully, the showerhead aimed at my face as I spit ad cough causing me to knee with my face facing his hard c**k.

“I swear I will draw blood if that thing enters my mouth.” I hiss, shaking the long wet locks out of my face.

“A promise I can live with.” He murmurs. He steps forward, his c**k long and slick near his thigh and I inch closer to the wall. I swallow, looking up at him. He clenched his jaw and glared down at me, water cascading down his body.

“Sweet Ady...” He says softly, reaching down to caress my face. “You don’t even know who you are.” I flinch as his fingers comb through my hair, gathering it at the back of my head and slowly running down the length of it. “But I do. “He whispers. “And I never forget.”

He leans forward more and just as I’m sure he’s about to invade my mouth with his c**k, his lips curl and a look of utter anger fills his expression. “Right where you belong.”

That’s when I heard Wesley’s voice calling out for me. I struggled to come out but it seems that I’m stuck. He rinses himself and steps out of the shower taking a towel with him that I suspect is mine.

“Hey Rafe, did you see my girlfriend?”

Wesley asked. I can hear the excitement in his voice.

I didn’t hear anything for a second and I suspect he’s going to tell Wesley but then his amused voice spoke. “She’s out the backyard. Just wait for her. She said she’ll enter the bathroom afterwards.” TThe fucker is teasing me.

“Oh. Is that her towel?”

“Yeah but I’m using it. You know, getting used to having a girl in the house.”

Wesley chuckled and then I hear doors opening and closing. I sighed.

I then untwisted my hair from the faucet where he twisted it. My cheeks boil with anger at a maddening rate. I despise the way he makes my insides sizzle. This is easily one of the most erotic and forbidden things I’ve ever done.

Something I can’t seem to make myself regret.