MY STEP BROTHER

Chapter 3

stutter in my chest and then re-fire at a staggering rate as I simultaneously

pray the kiss will be mind-blowing whilst also hoping he won't somehow

remove my wig or mask and reveal who I am.

When our lips touch it's the softest kiss I've ever experienced, just a

graze at first really, then a little press as he angles my head, pulling my

bottom lip between his and sucking so gently I want to weep. I've

imagined what kissing Harrison would be like so many times, but I had it completely wrong in my fantasies. I thought he'd be a grabby person,

demanding with his kisses and forceful with his demands, but he isn't.

At least not now.

Now it's like he's tasting me, feeling me out, and trying to work out what

I like.

I like it all.
I want to tell him to just carry on doing what he's doing because he's

doing it all right. He's perfect for me in ways I didn't even expect.

When our tongues touch for the first time I have to lean into him, take

hold of his huge muscled shoulder, and dig my fingers into it, just so I don't

float away. My reaction seems to spur him on because suddenly his kisses

are more urgent, tongue sliding across mine like the precursor to fucking

that it is.

It's that thought that has me remembering what I saw when I walked

passed his room, the thing that spurred me to finally take action and do

something about the lust and craving I've been feeling for Harrison since he

moved into my house. I want to reach out and rest my hand in his lap. I

want to know if he's as turned on as I am. Everything is so hot between my

thighs. I squeeze them together to try and release some pressure, but it only

makes it worse.

"Fuck you're hot," he says, pulling back and looking me in the eyes. My

purple contacts are my protection against him recognizing me this close. He

rubs my nose with the tip of his and kisses me again, this time hooking his

arm around my back and pulling me forward. "Get onto my lap." He's

tugging me now until my legs rest either side of his and my skirt is pushed

up so high he must be able to see the tops of my holdups and my sheer

black panties. He tugs me forward until my pussy is pressed into his lap and I can feel his massive dick straining against his pants. It's like he has one of

those nightsticks that doormen carry down his shorts and it presses against

my clit in a way that makes me want to buck against him. Oh fuck. His

fingers press into the soft flesh of my hips, delicious pain mixed with the

pleasure of his frantic kiss. I can't control my hands that want to grab hold

of big firm chunks of him and squeeze. I settle on resting my hands on his

chest, and what an amazing chest it is too. In my mind I see him standing