STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 17

Scarletts P.O.V

You glance down at your clothes.

I should get into something more comfortable.

You groan, pinch the bridge of your nose before you strip down and climb into shorts and a white tee

before you get to your door.

Am I going to regret this?

You nudge out the voice that replies 'yes' and open your door before sauntering over to Olivers

bedroom. You reach for the door knob, not even bothering to knock as you enter. He looks up, and you

immediately blush as you realise he was in the middle of changing

"Oliver..."

"Scarlett..."

Yep, big mistake

From across the room, you cant help your gaze as it slides down his bare torso, marvelling his

chiselled abs, following the defined v-muscle that disappears underneath his tight boxer briefs.

I should say something

Despite wanting to fill the deafening silence, you cant seam to conjure up anything smart or deterring.

Instead, you step deeper into the room and closed the door behind you. His eyes move to the door

before he averts them back to you.

He doesn't question why you're here. He knows exactly the reason, and despite your constant denial of

how badly you want him to sink himself into you, you lick you lips slowly, and indulge him once more.

"So much for me not getting what I want, huh..."

He walks over to you. You gaze down at the thick bulge in his boxers, and swallow.

God, I forgot how big he is

He moves closer to you, and you step back until your back is pressed against his door. He places his

hand against the door so his arm is stretched out beside your face, and lets out a deep breath, before

you see that familiar smirk playing on his lips.

Clearly its not just what he wants

You take a deep breath, aware of how that just pushes your breasts against him. He takes a deep

breath, biting his lip.

I want that mouth on me

"Hmmm... how many times do we find ourselves like this? I know you want me to kiss you, I can see it

in your eyes, and feel it the way you press your body against mine."

Mhm, now shut up and do it. Do it before my common sense kicks in.

You snicker inwardly, and your eyes flutter closed just as he begins to slowly lean forward.

"Oliver..."

You moan his name just before his lips connect with yours and you're overcome with hunger so fierce

you moan deeply and wrap your arms around his neck. He tastes like beer, as you mould your lips

together with his, breathing him in, savouring the taste of his tongue as he caresses yours with his, and

they dance synchronously together.

He thrusts his hips forward, his hardened cock grinding against your hip as he moves his hand to clutch

your chin in a firm grasp.

Oh god... yes. I love the way he's taking control

He pulls away, and you groan with disappointment, muttering his nam breathlessly for him to return, but

instead hr pulls his neck back out of your grasp and turns his head sideways to place trails of searing

kisses down your neck to your collarbone.

"Oh, Oliver... that feels amazing"

"I don't even have to guess to know you're wet for me, Scar"

Well he's not wrong about that

You wiggle your hips, urging his hand further down your body as he glides it down your side, squeezing

your hip.

"Do you want me to touch you, Scarlett?"

"Oh yes, god, yes"

You're surprised at how needy you sound. The way your body yearns for him to caress your wet centre.

Just when his fingers circle the edge of your shorts, you hear loud footsteps above you, followed by

your mom calling your name loudly.

"Scarlett!"

Oliver's hand halts, and you exchange confused glances.

"I thought you said they were gone for the night?"

"They were... I don't know what the hell happened"

You shove him away, fixing yourself carefully before hurrying out of his bedroom.

Oh my god! We almost got caught! What the hell... I cant even imagine what would have happened if

they came home and we were having sex!

Shaken up, you take a deep breath, open your bedroom door to peer at Bri, before your mother calls

you from the first floor.

"Scarlett?"

"I'm coming mom, Bri's sleeping"

You attempt to smell your own breath, hoping you don't smell like booze as you ascend the basement

stairs up into the foyer where your mom meets you with a look of confusion.

"What are you doing home?"

She looks you up and down and quirks a brow accusingly.

Oh shit...

"I wasn't feeling too good, so Bri suggested we have a sleepover here."

She's not buying it... fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Oh really? You look pretty fine to me"

Sighing, you decide to try and flip the situation around on her.

"I thought you and Kirk were having a romantic evening"

"We were, but Kirk left his wallet here, so that ruined the hotel stay"

"Oh, that sucks"

Your eyes widen slightly as she walks towards you.

"Have you been drinking?"

God its like she's a drug sniffing dog.

Your first defence is to lie. You shake your head.

"No, no drinking"

"Scarlett... I can smell it on your breath. Did you and Bri go out and get drunk tonight?"

"No, we didn't"

"So you got the alcohol here? Am I going to have to start locking shit up, Scar?"

Your mom shakes her head disappointedly at you, and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Sometimes, I don't know what to do with you"

You shrug.

She's making a big deal out of it anyways.

"Mom, what does it matter, I'm about to graduate anyways"

"Uh, you're not twenty-one... if you want to play adult then act like one and abide by the laws"

You frown, clearly agitated as she calls for Kirk.

"Was Oliver drinking too?"

You shake your head, hoping Oliver wont come running up the stairs.

"No, he was asleep when we got here"

"You drove?"

You can tell by her high pitched tone that she's about to lose he shot on you. You hake your head

fiercely.

"Relax! We don't drive drunk... we walked"

"You better not have. I raised you better than that."

You firm your lips as Kirk comes into the room. He passes glances between you and your mother, and

furrows his brows questioningly.

"What's going on?"

"Scarlett and Bri took it upon themselves to go out drinking tonight. You two could have gotten seriously

hurt or in trouble..." This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Well, it looks like I got the trouble thing down. And talk about a cock block...

"Well, I mean, I did a lot worse when I was her age..."

You shoot Kirk a surprised look, and watch as your mom gasps and swats his arm.

"Wow, way to be a role model... and when I'm trying to discipline her too"

Kirk shrugs, giving your mom a sympathetic look

"Don't do it again"

You nod, and begin spinning on y9ur heel, desperate to get out of there.

"Hold on a minute"

Shit, so close...

"Don't think I'm not going to be speaking to Bri's parents... and you're grounded tomorrow. No hiking

with Oliver"

Oh boo... no exhausting walk up a hill for hours on end. How will I survive. Gotta make it look good

though.

You frown.

"Ugh, mom..."

"No, you will do as I say. Now go to bed"

Gladly

When you get downstairs you glance at Oliver's door, but ultimately go into your room, ignoring the pull

deep in your gut that urges you to go back and continue what you started.