The Wrong That Feels Right
I shouldn't be thinking about this.
Let me rephrase: I shouldn't be thinking about him like this.
But the mental images coursing through my mind were too strong to resist.
What the fuck was wrong with me? My life was great; awesome dad, amazing step-mom, and a great house, which we had just moved into recently, when my dad married Mimi Moon.
The bad part? My amazing step mom also came with a son. A son with gorgeous brown eyes, wild blond hair and a fuck-hot body.
My step brother. Austin.
Now, obviously I knew this was wrong. Me lusting after him like this. But I was so far gone, and I didn't know how to stop.
The truth was, I wanted him.
And I was going to have him.
I sat on the chair at my dressing room table, motionless.
I knew what I wanted to do. But I couldn't, not again.
I battled inwardly with myself.
Just one more time... No, that's what you said last time. Have some self-control.
But by the time I'd finished the thought, I'd hitched my dress up around my waist, teasing myself through my damp panties.
"Fuck," I hissed, pushing my underwear to the side, and pushing two fingers in and out of myself, imagining it was his cock.
I had gone way beyond the point of help.
Not that I wanted any.
"Mimi says to get downstairs - it's time for school,"
I stepped into his messy room, kicking aside a hoodie on the ground.
His rooms smelt like aftershave and cigarettes.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Thought you were quitting." I said, referring the the smell of tobacco.
He smiled the lopsided, lazy smile that I loved so much. "It's a process."
We didn't say anything for a while then, until he looked up at me.
"Come here,"
I walked slowly towards him, trying to be casual about it, trying not to let him know how completely obsessed I was.
He gestured for me to sit, and I obeyed, sitting with my legs on wither side of his waist so I was straddling him.
I loved the way he felt underneath me, the way he reacted. His legs tensed, and he brought a hand to my upper thigh, pushing me down against him, and grinding against me, his dark eyes turning even darker.
"Ally! Austin! You're going to be late!" Mom called for the both of us, probably wondering what was taking so long.
His hand trailed down my side, to my waist, and I reluctantly moved from his lap, leaving a small wet spot on his jeans. Our gazes locked on the spot, his cock twitching beneath the fabric, and the look in his eyes was full of pure animalistic need.
"Austin! Ally!"
I sighed, pressing my legs together to ease the dull ache, and he noticed and smiled a little despite himself.
"I'll... see you later, Ally-cat," He said, ruffling my hair gently and stepping out of the room as if nothing had ever happened.
His words sent a shiver through me.
So it was going to be teasing, was it?
Well, two could play at that game.
A/N: I know, I know, it's short, but, unfortunately, probably all of the chapters in this are going to be short form now on.
Sorry to dissapoint, if I did.
But go ahead and tell me what you thought.