Crude: A Stepbrother Romance Read Online Free Page B

were not about to have a little anything , actually.” I purse my lips together, shaking my own dirty little thoughts from my head; “C’mon, I have to take you to your room.”

    “Oh, yes please , princess.”

    I roll my eyes as I push past him; “Oh shut up.”

So, little miss perfect has a weak spot. Little miss piano-queen, china doll is balanced like glass on her pedestal, and all it’s gonna take is one good nudge to knock her off. And for some reason, there’s something about shattering this girl and about stripping away her tightly-wound little habits that sounds like a lot of fun.

    And then, there’s also the idea of stripping other things away from this girl that has my mind wandering to darker, more devious and interesting places. It also has my cock stirring inside my pant as I lay back on the bare bed in the bare room. Forget her convictions and her high-strung ideals, now I’m just thinking about stripping those conservative khaki pants off of her and seeing what’s underneath. Probably granny-panties or something boring and grey and totally un-sexy, but in my mind, there’s this hot thought of peeling away that stuck-up exterior to find something naughty underneath like a lacy see-through thong.

    ...Or nothing at all, actually.

    Of course, there’s something about this girl too that’s got me so wound up right now that I’d probably even find the granny-panties hot.

    I grin to myself as I lay back in the bed and close my eyes, thinking about peeling those pants off of her, or popping the buttons of her conservative blouse one by one until I tear it away to get at the soft pink of her nipples. I’m grabbing my cock through my pajama pants, imagining tracing down her stomach past her navel, teasing the soft skin there before going lower.

    I want to see if how real a redhead she is.

    I’m just starting to groan a little as I pull on my cock, when suddenly, I stop cold.

    Fuck.

    This is my step-sister , for Christ’s sake; what the fuck am I doing? I stop and try to rationalize it in my own head for second. We’re not fucking related or anything, we’re both adults, and despite her prissy attitude and dressing like a schoolmarm from the 1800’s, she somehow gets my cock harder than anything in the world.

    Fuck it , it’s not like anythings ever going to happen with that anywa-

    It’s the buzzing noise that has me frozen in my thoughts for a second before it suddenly goes quiet again. I hold my breath and lean closer to the wall behind me; the wall between my room and hers.  

    The buzzing comes again, quiet and muffled, but it’s got the blood rushing right back to my dick again as the reality hits me.

    You’ve gotta be kidding me.

    I listen closer, this time wrapping my fingers around my shaft as I press my ear against the wall. It’s louder with my ear against it like this, and when I’m pretty sure I hear what has to be a fucking moan , my cock throbs like steel in my hand.

    Holy fuck, she’s masturbating .

    I mean it’s that or she’s tattooing herself, but I somehow seriously fucking doubt that. I grip my cock harder and lean closer to the wall, listening to the muffled buzz of the vibrator and the quiet, almost imperceptible gasps falling from her lips as I stroke it up and down.

    I suddenly stop again and frown; fuck this . I mean, I don’t want to toot my own horn that much , but I’m pretty damn confident it’s me she’s thinking about in there after our little exchange before. And the more I think about it, the more it all just clicks. We’re both eighteen, we’re both adults, and we both want each other.

    I’m suddenly failing to see why we’re in separate rooms right now.

    I’m up out of bed before I can even second guess it; walking right into the bathroom connecting our rooms with no shirt on and my cock making a tent out of my pajama pants. I think about knocking for a probably less than a second, before I just put my hand on the doorknob and