Desiring My Step Brother

CHAPTER 5

INGRID raised her eyebrows. "Talk? We have nothing to talk about!" she retorted to Fabius. Despite this, Ingrid still felt the irritation towards Fabius. He ruined her and Rafaella's night. He was overly strict when it came to the two of them. He almost didn't want them near guys, yet he was a womanizer himself. Acting like he's so clean.

She turned away from Fabius and was about to head to her dresser when she felt his arm wrap around her from behind.

She paused. "F-Fabius..." Ingrid couldn't help but close her eyes. This wasn't her reaction when Trent hugged her at the party earlier. But with Fabius, there was something different. She felt her heart racing with anxiety, causing her knees to feel weak from the intense pounding.

"Why do you seem angry with me?" he whispered in his baritone voice. Simultaneously, she felt his lips brush against her shoulder.

He proceeded to kiss her there, as if enticing her.

"You ruined my night!" she firmly stated. She tried to break free from Fabius, but he only tightened his hold on her.

"Ruined? Kitten, you know I can make your night amazing. You ruined it yourself. We agreed earlier that I'd take you to the university. I told you we'd meet up tonight. But you didn't listen to me," he whispered. Fabius' lips were near her ear.

Ingrid let out a breath of air. "What do you want from me?" Although her knees were trembling from the sensation he was causing, she didn't show it.

"I want you and your body. Especially, this..." he whispered to her. With that, he unwrapped the blanket around her body and quickly brought his hand to her womanhood. "I want your p***y. I want to feel your p***y on my c**k," he added.

Ingrid gasped as she felt him caress her c******s and insert two fingers into her womanhood.

"Ahh!" she cried out, gripping his arms tightly. She was on the verge of digging her nails into them. At the same time, he licked and nibbled from her ear down to her neck.

"I can make you scream tonight..." Fabius whispered and quickened the movements of his fingers in her womanhood.

Ingrid's moans became more frequent. "Ahh! M-more!" During those moments, it felt like she didn't recognize herself. It seemed like the irritation she felt towards Fabius had vanished as well.

And that was when she realized that the blanket was no longer around her and she was naked. Fabius turned her to face him and squeezed her breasts while kissing her. He was voracious and aggressive in his lip movements, nibbling and sucking on her lower lip. And not content with that, he slid his tongue into her mouth, and their tongues battled. Until she ran out of breath.

"Do you want me to leave?" Fabius whispered as he guided her towards the bed.

"Shut up! You're just making me hot and you ask me that?" she retorted sharply.

She heard Fabius chuckle softly. "Chill. You're so grumpy right now..." he said, lying her down on the bed. He parted her thighs and settled in between them.

Despite having showered, Ingrid still felt the influence of the alcohol she consumed. So, she allowed Fabius to have his way.

"I'll make you scream with pleasure, Kitten..." he said as he dove his face to her womanhood.

She gasped and arched her back as she felt him suck on her c******s and soon after, his tongue licked and grazed her c**t and entrance.

She bit her lower lip then moaned. "Ohh. f**k! That's right! Step bro!" she called out.

He looked up at her. "I like that. Call me step bro, it makes me more eager to eat you out," Fabius said as he inserted and withdrew a few fingers inside her p***y.

"Hmmp! Ohh!" Ingrid's suppressed moans became continuous, fearing someone might hear her outside. She pulled Fabius' hair. The sensation he was giving her was mind-boggling.

"Ohh, more!" she whispered, pressing Fabius' face closer. Ingrid's eyes dilated. She gripped the bedsheets tightly, overwhelmed by the sensation he was causing.

"You're so delicious," Fabius said. He had a sly grin as he inserted and withdrew two fingers inside her womanhood.

She sighed. Each whimper was restrained. She couldn't let out loud cries. Ingrid was also catching her breath.

"I'm near. Please faster," she whispered.

But suddenly, Fabius stopped what he was doing.

"Why did you stop?" she asked, raising both eyebrows in confusion. She slightly sat up on the bed and propped herself up with her elbows. "Come on! Let me reach my climax!" she exclaimed irritably.

"What an impatient kitten," he chuckled. Fabius then rose and swiftly removed his clothes.

Her lips parted, and she swallowed repeatedly while watching him.

Only boxer briefs remained on Fabius. Ingrid felt her cheeks flush upon seeing the bulge between his thighs. The rumors among the women at the university were confirmed. Fabius indeed had a huge c**k.

"Do you want to undress me yourself?" he asked with a grin.

She exhaled. "C-can I?" she asked.

"Of course. Tonight, my body is yours," Fabius said as he moved closer to her.

Ingrid's trembling hand reached for the hem of his boxer shorts and slowly pulled them down. As his large manhood was fully exposed, she nearly gasped. It throbbed and was flushed at the tip, hardened.

She bit her lower lip and then looked up at Fabius. "You're big and... hard," she whispered.

"Do you want to touch it? You can feel it if you want," Fabius said, reaching for her hand and guiding it there.

"Oh my God!" Ingrid gasped. She also felt a pulsing sensation between her legs.

She squeezed it, observing Fabius' jaw tighten. She looked up at him in awe.

"Is this your first time holding a c**k?" he asked.

She averted her gaze, suddenly feeling embarrassed because she was inexperienced. Despite being inexperienced, Ingrid knew within herself that her mind was no longer innocent. Various thoughts of lewdness occupied her mind.

"Don't worry. I'll teach you what I know about s*x. But we'll do it next time..." Fabius said as he raised and lowered his hand over his manhood. "Lie down again," he added, gently pushing her shoulder.

She complied and lay back. Fabius positioned himself over her, parting her thighs. As she felt him teasing his manhood at her entrance, she gasped, and then moaned.

"I can feel it. You're eager for me," Fabius whispered sensually, licking her lips.

"Shut up! If you're going to f**k me, do it now! Before I change my mind..." she demanded.

"Such an impatient one," Fabius chuckled.

"Shut up—ahh! Oh my God!" Ingrid suddenly moaned in pain as she felt him penetrate her without warning.

She gasped and closed her eyes. "s**t! Slow down. It hurts. You know I'm inexperienced. I'm a virgin!" she said, digging her nails into his arms.

"Shh. It'll hurt more if I go slow," Fabius said. "f**k! You're so tight!" he exclaimed, thrusting into her womanhood.

"Damn you, Fabius! It hurts!" she whispered as he continued penetrating her. Ingrid even shed tears from the pain.

"It's only at first. Later, you'll feel the pleasure. Trust me. It's better if we speed up to lessen the pain," he told her and then kissed her.

And he was right. After a few moments of thrusting, Ingrid moaned from pleasure.

"I can see you're starting to enjoy it," Fabius remarked.

She remained silent, just closing her eyes tightly while tightly hugging him. Her moans became more frequent.

"Ohh! Fabius! Step bro!" she whispered.

She heard his heavy breathing in her ear. Fabius was above her, and she could feel his weight. But she didn't mind, given the pleasure his penetration brought her.

After a few moments, he got up and suddenly made her bend over. From behind her, she felt him enter.

She looked back at Fabius. He was gazing up, his lips slightly parted, a soft moan escaping.

She really couldn't believe she was having s*x with her stepbrother.

"Ahh! More!" she moaned when he spanked her butt.

"f**k!" Fabius exclaimed.

A few moments later, Ingrid felt herself nearing the peak. Through several more thrusts, she reached her climax. Fabius also climaxed shortly after, releasing on her backside.

Exhausted, Ingrid lay back on the bed, watching Fabius dress.

"Good night, Step sis. See you tomorrow," he said before leaving her room.

Jerk!

She closed her eyes. She was no longer a virgin, and it was all because of her stepbrother.

Regaining her breath, Ingrid realized that she had yielded to her desires.

When she woke up the next morning, Ingrid realized it was already late, and she was going to be late for her class. Despite feeling hungover, she quickly got out of bed.

"s**t!"

She hurried to the bathroom. As she took a step, she winced at the soreness between her thighs, then she recalled the events of last night. And she noticed she was still undressed.

"Damn it!" she muttered to herself as she slowly made her way to the bathroom.

Ingrid didn't regret Fabius taking her virginity. It wasn't a big deal to her. It's just that she didn't expect it to be painful at first.

After showering quickly, Ingrid dressed in haste. She didn't have time to put on makeup and planned to do it in the car. She might get left behind by Rafaella.

Upon descending the stairs, Ingrid went straight to the dining room. There, she found her dad Fabian and mom Regina. Rafaella was also there, having breakfast with a noticeable headache.

"Drink that meds, Rafa. It's for hangover," Mommy Regina suggested.

"Good morning, Mom, Dad," she greeted them.

"Good morning. You came down just in time, Ingrid. Eat your breakfast as well. I have meds here for the hangover. So it will be gone before you reach the university," Mommy Regina said to her.

Daddy Fabian greeted her as well. "Good morning, sweetheart. Have your breakfast. You and Rafa are running late."

She nodded and took a seat next to Rafa. "Good morning," she greeted her.

"Girl, good morning," Rafa greeted, with little enthusiasm. She glanced at Ingrid briefly but then turned to her again. "Girl, have you not looked at yourself in the mirror?" she whispered.

"No. Why? I rushed. I'm already late," she replied.

"Girl, you have so many kiss marks! Cover them up before mom and dad notice!" Rafa whispered urgently.

"W-what? Oh s**t!" Ingrid hurriedly fixed her hair.

It was fortunate their parents didn't notice right away, or she would've been in trouble.

After breakfast, she and Rafa headed to the backseat of the car.

"Trent is so wild. He left so many kiss marks," Rafa chuckled as she whispered to Ingrid.

She just glanced away. She believed the marks weren't from Trent. It was Fabius who was responsible for them last night.

"I was so annoyed last night because Fabius was such a killjoy! I was already having fun with Lucas! Then he suddenly insisted on going home!" Rafa complained, clearly irritated with her twin.

"Where's Fabius anyway? Did he go in already?" she asked.

"I don't know. I don't care about him!" Rafa rolled her eyes.

Ingrid remained silent. She also had a headache from the hangover. Soon, her phone rang, and she received a message. She checked the message discreetly, not wanting Rafa to see.

From: Fabian the womanizer

Let's meet later after lunch at the abandoned building.

Ingrid swallowed. Why did she feel excitement even though she knew it was wrong?

Throughout her entire class, she couldn't help but think about what would happen with Fabius at the abandoned building. His behavior was such a killjoy last night when he abruptly sent Trent away. But now, a different kind of excitement coursed through her. Would their encounter from last night be repeated?

Ingrid crossed her legs as she felt a tickling sensation between her thighs.

As lunchtime approached, she hurried to the cafeteria. There, she met with Rafa and they had their meal together. While in the midst of eating, she received another message from Fabian.

From: Fabian the womanizer

I'll wait for you at the abandoned building. Don't ditch me. Or else you’ll be dead.

Ingrid grinned. Why wasn't she scared despite the threatening tone of Fabius' text?

"Why are you smiling? Who messaged you?" Rafaella suddenly asked as she peeked at Ingrid's phone.

Quickly, Ingrid moved it away. She noticed Rafaella furrowing her brows.

"Are you hiding something from me? Who messaged you? Is it Trent? Did you exchange numbers?" Rafa interrogated.

Ingrid just shook her head. "No. It's not Trent. It's just a notification from i********:," she lied, although it wasn't true.

"I don't believe you. But I'm sure you'll tell me one of these days," Rafa remarked.

"It's nothing," she dismissed. She couldn't tell her that it was Fabius who sent the messages.

She couldn't let him find out that she had s*x with Fabius last night. It would just stir up a scandal.

"Do you have somewhere to go after lunch?" Rafaella asked. They both had free time now.

"Hmm. I'm still thinking about it. And you?" she inquired.

"As usual, I'll be at the library. I have a lot to work on."

She nodded. "Alright. I might just relax on a bench somewhere," she decided.

After a few moments, Rafaella bid her goodbye. Right as she left, Ingrid's phone rang, and Fabius was calling.

"What?" she answered sharply.

"Didn't you receive my chats?" he replied sharply.

"I did," she said, standing up and leaving the cafeteria.

"Why didn't you reply?" he asked.

"Is it necessary for me to reply to your messages?" she retorted. She just wanted to irk Fabius. She wanted to see how patient he really was.

"Come here. Right now. I'm waiting," he ordered.

"Are you my boss? Why should I go there?" she retorted as she walked towards the place. She wanted to tease Fabius.

"You're coming here whether you like it or not," Fabian said before ending the call.

Ingrid shook her head. That man was really something else. He acted like a boss with his demands.

She headed to the abandoned building and found Fabius there, smoking. When he saw her, he stubbed it out, crushing it under his right foot.

"I'm glad you came. I thought I would have to drag you here," he said.

She raised her eyebrow. "Are you that desperate to make me come here that you'd resort to dragging me? I thought you were a heartthrob? I thought you had plenty of women?" she retorted.

Fabius gritted his teeth but remained silent.

"So what do you want? What do you need from me?" she asked.

"Nothing. I just wanted to see you. I can't forget what happened last night. Do you still feel sore?" he inquired.

Ingrid felt her cheeks warm up, but she didn't show any reaction to his words.

"Did you really call me here just to ask that?"

"I know you won't reply to my messages. Tonight, make sure your bedroom door is not locked. I'll come to see you there..."

Just like earlier when Fabius messaged her, she felt that excitement once more. But she kept her composure.

"Wasn't last night enough? You took my virginity. I thought you don't repeat with the same woman. Once it's done, it's done..." she retorted.

"You have a lot of questions. Just make sure your door is open tonight," he said.

"What if I don't want to?" she challenged.

"You won't like what I'll do if you don't leave your door open. Don't test me, Ingrid..." Fabian said firmly. There was no direct threat in his words, but she couldn't help but feel uneasy and swallowed nervously.

Fabius turned his back and walked away. Ingrid watched him go. Once he was out of sight, she left the place as well.