Seduction
I have no idea what's going to happen next. Harrison likes to talk himself
up as a bit of a ladies-man, but I've never really seen him in action. Will he
take my desire to stay in this little quiet room with him for what it is; an
acceptance of whatever seduction he may or may not be planning? Or, will
he simply think I'm an anti-social weirdo who goes to parties on her own
dressed like a gothic punk slut.
"You're a strange girl," he says softly and kind of tenderly.
"You make that sound like a good thing," I say and he smiles.
"I guess I must like strange."
I don't realize he is going to touch me until I feel his finger stroke softly
over the skin on my neck. That one finger sends the nerve endings in my
back buzzing like crazy. I feel like I've been jolted with electricity, or lust,
or something equally exciting. I know I'm breathing erratically as he
continues stroking, and I can't look at him for fear of what I'll see. While
he's doing this tender thing to me, I can pretend. It's just me and my
stepbrother, sitting on the sofa, having a cozy chat. But if I saw desire in his eyes it would be something totally different; something amazing and
totally terrifying too.
"Why did you come to the party," he whispers.
"I like parties," I reply just as softly.
"And dressing up?"
"Yeah, that too."
"And sitting in tiny book rooms with strange boys?" His breath gusts
against my ear when he murmurs the last thing and I shiver from head to
foot. I find that I can't answer him now. The mesmerizing rhythm of his
finger and the scent of him that I pick up now he's moved closer, are almost
too much for me to bear. I'm light headed, buzzing, crazy even. Crazy for
my stepbrother.
He doesn't kiss my lips first. I guess that would be too obvious for
Harrison. I should have known he'd go for the little patch of sensitive skin
below my ear and just graze it with his soft lips. He nuzzles against my ear
with his nose and the roughness of his chin scrapes against my neck. It
feels so good. So amazingly good in fact that I moan just slightly. When I
do, I feel him smiling against my neck.
"So strange girls who come to parties alone and like to sit in little book
rooms with strange boys like to get their necks kissed, do they?" he asks
with a chuckle in his voice.
"Uh-hu," is all I can manage and he laughs softly.
He shifts closer until our legs are pressed together and his hand is
cupping the back of my head, pulling me towards his smiling face.
Harrison's going to kiss me. He's going to kiss me and my heart seems to
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MY STEP BROTHER
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