My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DABBY:

It was Sunday night, and the first week of exams had ended. I texted Damien after we had dinner that I was tired of staying indoors, and he told me to come to his room when I was sure Mum had gone up to her room.

“Oh my goodness, Damien. I didn’t know a place like this was in your house,” I exclaimed while I moved around the workshop that we snuck into.

After I had sneaked to his room to meet him, he helped me jump down through his window so silently. If we used the main door or the other kitchen door, we were going to be found out because it would make a sound. And we wouldn’t want to explain too much.

The place wasn’t as dusty as I expected it to be, and the inside room was well organized even if it smelled a little musty. It was located at the backdoor of the compound that was rarely used, and it was like an underground extension to the tiny storage room located there.

“I came here in the past whenever I needed my peace from Dad. Nowadays, I come once in a while, especially when I feel so down. I like the smell of musty wood,” Damien told me as he dusted the large table and everywhere in the place so that we could take a seat.

There was only one chair so Damien took it, while I sat on the table in front of him. We talked for a couple of minutes about random stuff at school, and I switched to showing him the list of schools that I had applied to on my phone.

Soon he switched to checking the pictures of me on my phone, and I shrieked when I realized that he was going to see some pictures that would make me embarrassed if he saw them. I struggled for the phone from him before he would check it, and his hand pressed on my breast in the process which stopped us immediately.

We were looking at one another for a while after that happened, and the next minute we were kissing one another so passionately.

Damien stood up from his sitting position and moved closer in between my legs, as he kissed me softly, and then increased the intensity with a swift gradation that made me cling to him.

Like we had never kissed before, it sent wild tremors along my nerves.

My tongue plunged between his lips, tasted him, and found my tongue twined around his. His hands drove into my lush black hair, grabbed handfuls of it, and crushed my mouth to his even more. A slight moan escaped my lips when he bit slowly on my lips, and my hand struggled to grasp the table that I struggled to remain on.

He tightened his hands around my waist and pulled me closer as my mouth moved beneath his, nibbled on it, and sucked. It was a delicious torment for me, and I was beginning to feel a strong desire for more than the kiss. The need to touch, and be touched.

Tugging at my t-shirt, he drew it up just enough to slide his hands beneath it and on my pale skin which made my breath hitch. His lips touched my cold skin and trailed down my collarbone at the same time, setting pressure under my skin as his fingers slid through the middle of my breast and ran down. I froze. Maybe in pleasure.

His hand brushed lightly across my stiff nipples that were bare underneath my shirt, and then crept slowly down my tummy to the band of my shorts as we maintained eye contact. His fingers slid through my shorts, and glided to and fro my lower belly that churned desperately for his touch.

I jumped and twitched with irrational breaths that I was trying hard to control, with my hips lifting compulsively to his touch, as his fingers went down even a bit further to tease my golden curls. I let out a loud moan which made Damien stop, as he kissed my lips instantly which prevented me from moaning even loud.

He withdrew his fingers and ran them between my thighs instead, and began circling my clit through my panties. His fingers peeked through my lacy panties at the end of my thigh, and I gasped heavily with shock waves that hit me, waiting for his fingers to plunge deep into me but he stopped at that point.

“Why did you stop?” I asked him immediately, and my voice betrayed me which made me sound desperate. And yes, maybe I was. I was probably dripping wet from his actions, with my walls clenching tightly in desire. How could he leave me hanging?

“Let’s stop here for today,” his mellifluous voice compelled its melody into my ears, and it sounded seductive at that time.

We left minutes later and smiled out as if nothing had happened, and he helped me return to my room through the window this time around, while he took the second exit door through the kitchen into the house. Thinking I was going to be able to wait for him to come to my room, I slept off in the process and woke up the next morning feeling so good.

I checked my phone to see if there was any message from Damien after taking my bath, and there was, which shocked me beyond my bones;Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

‘Let us break off whatever is it that we have, Dabby.’