My step brother's forbidden touch

Chapter 5

Kyle's POV

Kyle noticed the way the everything became tense when Rhea came out and the moment she left dinner every body became calm, he saw his father breath out visibly.

Even though the conversation continued around him with his mother trying to keep things light and his father attempting small talk that didn’t really land, she looked like she didn't want to be there

He didn’t say anything at first, mostly because there was nothing obvious to comment on, and his mom had talked for everyone including their whole generation.

He started feeling sorry for her when his father, who had clearly just wanted to try bonding with her started asking about her mother.

There was no outright hostility in her tone, but it was clear she needed out and he couldn't blame her.

When she finally excused herself, Kyle watched her leave without thinking much of it at first, until he realized that his attention had followed her longer than necessary, long enough that his mother had already moved the conversation forward again while he was still looking toward the hallway she disappeared into.

He didn’t fully understand why he stood up, but he pushed back his chair anyway, muttered something vague about being back soon, and walked out before anyone asked him why.

Not like anyone would ask, his mom was busy consoling dad who felt like a total i***t.

The hallway was still, and the further he walked the more aware he became of how the house seemed to settle differently when she wasn’t in the room.

As if her presence had been heavier than it looked, and he stopped briefly outside her door before knocking once, waiting just long enough to hear her voice answer from inside.

“Come in.”

He pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it gently behind him as his eyes adjusted to the room, only to find her standing near the bed adjusting the sheets.

Her shirt had shifted while she worked, the top two buttons undone or slipped free, parting just enough to reveal the soft, full swell of her breasts.

The delicate curve of one breast rose and fell with each breath she took, the smooth skin catching the low light in the room, the shadowed valley between them deep and inviting.

Kyle’s gaze locked there before he could stop himself. Heat flooded his body instantly, thick and undeniable, his c**k twitching hard in his pants as he took in the way her t**s moved so naturally it felt perfect.

The hint of a darker edge of her n****e just barely visible at the edge of the fabric. His mouth went dry.

A rush of raw lust hit him so fast it made his pulse thunder in his ears. He forced his eyes away but the image was still in his head

Those soft, warm breasts, it was like they were begging to be touched, squeezed and tasted.

He opened his mouth slightly, intending to speak, but the words caught in his throat, his thoughts stalled by the sudden, aching hardness straining against his zipper.

“I just wanted to check on you,” he said

The words coming out more controlled than his thoughts felt, while she continued adjusting the bedspread as if giving him a moment to settle into the space without acknowledging his presence directly.

“I’m fine,”

She replied without turning fully toward him, and there was something in the flatness of it that made him believe she wasn’t lying, just not offering anything beyond what was necessary.

Kyle nodded slightly even though she wasn’t facing him, letting a brief silence pass between them before he spoke again

This time with less certainty and more observation slipping in despite his attempt to keep it casual.

“It didn’t seem like that downstairs,” he said

And that was when she finally turned around, her movements slow enough to suggest she had already decided how much attention she was willing to give him in this moment.

“What does that mean?” she asked, and although she didn't shout it was clear she didn't like what he had said

Kyle leaned lightly against the wall without taking his eyes off her face, and when he spoke again it came out quieter than before.

“You left quickly,” he said, as if that alone explained everything he meant.

“I was done eating,”

she replied immediately, and the simplicity of it made it sound final, like there was nothing more to interpret.

“That’s not what I meant,” Kyle said

Before he could explain further she looked at him more directly, her expression steady in a way that meant she didn't like the direction the conversation was going.

“You don’t like him,”

It wasn't a question but something he had already decided was true based on what he had seen.

“That’s not your business,” she answered without hesitation, and the way she said it didn’t escalate anything, but it also didn’t leave room for correction.

Kyle gave a small nod, accepting it without argument because pushing would only make it worse, yet he stayed where he was instead of leaving immediately

He was not entirely sure why, only aware that stepping out didn’t feel like the natural next action.

“I wasn’t trying to interfere,” he added after a moment, his voice lower now, less direct,

“it just looked like you weren’t comfortable.”

At that, she exhaled slightly, in what looked like frustration before she replied in a way that felt honest even if it wasn’t inviting.

“I wasn’t.”

He didn't know what to say now, he hadn't expected her to admit it, he shifted slightly, and his attention, without permission or intention, drifted once more to the open collar of her shirt.

Her lush, creamy curves of her breasts that rose and fell with her breathing, the fabric teasingly clinging to their weight.

His c**k throbbed painfully now, fully hard and leaking, the mental image of sliding his hands inside that shirt, cupping those soft t**s, rolling her n*****s between his fingers until she gasped, flooding his mind so intensely he had to clench his jaw to keep from groaning out loud.

“I didn’t expect you to be like this,”

He said before he could fully filter it, and for a moment he wondered if that sounded wrong, but she only raised her brows slightly in response.

“Like what?” she asked.

Kyle hesitated briefly because there wasn’t a simple answer to that, and anything he said would sound either too shallow or too revealing, so he chose something safer even if it wasn’t complete.

“Distant,” he said finally.

Rhea didn’t respond immediately, and when she did it was some what sassy

“I’m not here to be close,” she said.

That should have ended it, it almost did.

But Kyle didn’t move yet, and neither did she, she was eyeing him with confusion as if wondering why he was still there .

Kyle straightened slowly, finally pushing off the wall, because staying longer would turn the moment into something else entirely.

“I should go,” he said, though he didn’t leave immediately.

Rhea didn’t stop him, why did he think she would, she probably thought he was annoying.

He stepped out, closing the door behind him more gently than necessary, and as he walked back down the hallway

he found himself thinking about the perfect curve of her breasts, the way they had moved under that thin fabric, the forbidden glimpse that had seared itself into his brain.

By the time he reached his own room, his c**k was aching so badly he could barely think straight.

He locked the door behind him, breathing hard, and didn’t even make it to the bed. Leaning back against the door, he yanked his pants open, freeing his throbbing erection.

It sprang out, thick and heavy, the head already slick with precum. He wrapped his fist around it and started stroking it

It was slow at first, then faster and rougher his mind replaying that image on a loop Rhea’s full, soft breasts spilling slightly from her open shirt, the smooth skin, the shadowed cleavage, the teasing hint of her n****e.

He imagined pushing the fabric aside, sucking one hard peak into his mouth while his hand kneaded the other, hearing her breath hitch, feeling her body arch into him.

His strokes grew frantic, slick sounds filling the quiet room as he jerked himself harder, hips bucking into his fist.

“f**k…” he groaned under his breath, eyes squeezed shut, lost in the fantasy of burying his face between those t**s, licking and biting while she moaned his name.

The pressure built fast and vicious, his balls tightening as he imagined sliding his c**k between her breasts, f*****g them slow and deep until he came all over her chest.

With a choked grunt he came hard, c*m spilling over his fist and onto the floor, his whole body shuddering with the force of it.

He kept stroking through the orgasm, milking every last drop while the image of Rhea’s breasts burned behind his eyes.

When it finally subsided, he stood there panting, c**k still twitching in his hand, the aftershocks leaving him weak against the door.