Fight: A Stepbrother Romance Novella Read Online Free Page B

before. My heart was pounding in my chest, but that was as much the proximity of Paxton as it was the physical exertion I had just put forth.
    I leaned against the side of the swimming pool, relaxing my body and allowing my legs to float freely. It was no accident that they were splayed wide, just like I didn’t think it was an accident when his hand found its way between my thighs.
    His fingers dipped into the side of my swimwear, and he made a low growl in his throat as his fingers slid right into me. I was wet and ready for him, and I shot a furtive glance around the pool to check for anyone who might be around. The staff was nowhere nearby, and my dad was either in his office at work or his home office. We had the place to ourselves, so I pumped my hips to encourage him to go deeper.
    He swam bit closer, until our bodies were pressed together, and his hand snaked around my back. He pressed me nearer to him as his fingers continued to leisurely explore my pussy. I turned my head to meet his gaze and pressed against his hand, letting every bit of my desire for him showing in my expression.
    “You have such a tight, hot little pussy, don’t you, Mia?”
    With a small whimper, I nodded. It certainly felt tight around the two fingers he was thrusting in and out of me in mimicry of what his cock could do.
    “Do you taste as good as you feel?”
    Again, I nodded, though I had no idea, of course. I simply wanted to encourage him to put his mouth between my legs, so I could feel his tongue squirming around in my slit. I wanted to do all sorts of things with him, the sorts of things I had never done with anyone before.
    Of course I’d had sex, and even some passably good sex with guys my own age, but there were things I had never done. I’d never let someone tie me up, because the trust wasn’t there. I’d never done anal play with anyone, and I had never been spanked. Just silly, sexual fantasies I indulged in while masturbating, but had never found a partner with whom I really wanted to share the experiences.
    Until now. Until Paxton.
    He continued to pump his fingers into my opening, and his thumb swirled around my clit. I rode his hand frantically, at the cusp of coming when he suddenly stopped. I wailed my displeasure as he withdrew his hand and slid a few feet away from me.
    “Do you want more, sis ?” He said the last word with a sarcastic smirk and wink, letting me know he felt no sibling feelings toward me, just as I didn’t for him.
    Responding, I took a moment to straighten my bikini pants so they covered my labia before slipping closer to him. To my frustration, he dodged a few feet away again. “You know I do.” I tilted my head, speculating on his motives. “Don’t you? Or is this some kind of game?”
    “Yes.”
    I glared at him, his ambiguous answer doing nothing to clarify his intent. “So why are you doing this?”
    He shrugged halfheartedly as he lifted himself out of the pool and grabbed a towel from one of the loungers. “You know where to find me, and all you have to do is ask.”
    As he sauntered off, my eyes widened with surprise as I tried to absorb his words. What exactly did he want from me? Did that mean he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to fuck him? Was I supposed to go tell him that? God, I didn’t know what he wanted exactly. All I knew was my pussy was on fire, and I had to come. With another furtive look, I slipped my fingers between my legs and brought myself off.
    Thankfully, I hadn’t made any verbalization, because my cunt was still twitching around my fingers when I heard the sound of my name. Like a guilty child, I pulled my hand from between my thighs and turned around to face my father, hoping there wasn’t a trace of satisfaction on my face to show what I had just been doing—or what I had been doing with my stepbrother in the pool just a few minutes before. “Hey, Dad,” I said with a small smile.
    He looked tired and worn, and I knew business kept him up late