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for hearing my confession.”
“You’re welcome.”
The voice was low and hoarse, but it was, without a doubt, Greg’s, and it pierced her like a blade between the shoulders. Her heart leapt up into her throat.
No wonder he’d worn so much fricking spray.
To disguise himself.
Total deception, from the one guy she totally trusted. Her face burning with mortification, Maddie tossed herself onto her back then sat bolt upright. “Greg?”
He laughed softly. “You and I have different memories of those ‘younger days.’ You really think I slept through that?”
She felt shaky, she was so angry. “What? You were… awake?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh my God,” Maddie choked.
“I don’t mean I didn’t want it! It felt so fucking good, but I had to lie there and take it! Do you know how hard that was?”
She’d been called on the one thing she’d done—over and over again—that she’d held to her heart as a huge, guilty secret. Touching her stepbrother. Intimately. Often. Getting herself off as he shifted his lithe body on the couch or the ground of a tent, unconsciously grinding his hips beneath her touch, his low moans vibrating through his chest. But the morning after, each time, he’d been the same old Greg with that easy affection she’d never had from any other guy, even before she lost her sight. The thought that he’d known about what she was doing… every time she’d done it… and never said so.
Her eyes welled with hot tears. “How could you keep letting me do it?”
“How could I not?” His voice was subdued, longing almost. “I didn’t just come running when you called, you know. I used to come seek you out, hoping you’d have some crisis or a crappy day because that meant I had a chance of being in the same space with you.”
The burn in her cheeks dialled back a notch. She swung her legs off the side of the massage table and put her hands out to touch him. They landed on the bare skin of his waist. She stroked her thumbs down over his hips and caressed the sensitive skin just inside the deep, hard V of his hips. His body arced towards her like he was pushing his chest out and dropping his head back.
She realized what a risk he’d taken, finally, speaking out. And she couldn’t stop touching him now that she’d started. She traced her fingertips across his abs and let them meet in the middle before sweeping them down to the belt on his shorts.
“Why did you decide to tell me?”
“Because I can’t keep pretending I love you like a brother.” His hand closed over hers, and she felt her palm pressed to the cool cotton of his shorts. His cock was thick beneath the soft fabric, even just half-hard. He stroked the back of her hand and groaned as she gave him the gentlest squeeze.
“You are so bad,” she murmured.
“Only eventually.” He nudged her knees a little further apart on the edge of the table. “It’s taken a long time for us both to get here.”
Her fingers trembled almost too much to unbuckle his belt, but she managed to strip down his shorts and briefs to mid-thigh. She’d felt him all over so many times, and now she needed to taste him. She slipped off the table and got down on her knees, holding his thighs as she sought out his crotch with her lips. His heady, clean musk drew her to the base of his cock and she brushed her lips up the smooth length to the head. She kissed the side of the head and gave it the gentlest lick. Greg grunted softly.
She licked again, over the whole velvet tip, tasting the light salt-sweetness of his precum and letting it smear her tongue. He gave a tight double-gasp and she felt his thighs harden against her palms. She was soaking her panties. Not just dampening under his touch as she had during the massage but a full-on squeeze as she dove straight into the joy of pleasuring him. She took the whole head in her mouth, stroking the upper side across
“You’re welcome.”
The voice was low and hoarse, but it was, without a doubt, Greg’s, and it pierced her like a blade between the shoulders. Her heart leapt up into her throat.
No wonder he’d worn so much fricking spray.
To disguise himself.
Total deception, from the one guy she totally trusted. Her face burning with mortification, Maddie tossed herself onto her back then sat bolt upright. “Greg?”
He laughed softly. “You and I have different memories of those ‘younger days.’ You really think I slept through that?”
She felt shaky, she was so angry. “What? You were… awake?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh my God,” Maddie choked.
“I don’t mean I didn’t want it! It felt so fucking good, but I had to lie there and take it! Do you know how hard that was?”
She’d been called on the one thing she’d done—over and over again—that she’d held to her heart as a huge, guilty secret. Touching her stepbrother. Intimately. Often. Getting herself off as he shifted his lithe body on the couch or the ground of a tent, unconsciously grinding his hips beneath her touch, his low moans vibrating through his chest. But the morning after, each time, he’d been the same old Greg with that easy affection she’d never had from any other guy, even before she lost her sight. The thought that he’d known about what she was doing… every time she’d done it… and never said so.
Her eyes welled with hot tears. “How could you keep letting me do it?”
“How could I not?” His voice was subdued, longing almost. “I didn’t just come running when you called, you know. I used to come seek you out, hoping you’d have some crisis or a crappy day because that meant I had a chance of being in the same space with you.”
The burn in her cheeks dialled back a notch. She swung her legs off the side of the massage table and put her hands out to touch him. They landed on the bare skin of his waist. She stroked her thumbs down over his hips and caressed the sensitive skin just inside the deep, hard V of his hips. His body arced towards her like he was pushing his chest out and dropping his head back.
She realized what a risk he’d taken, finally, speaking out. And she couldn’t stop touching him now that she’d started. She traced her fingertips across his abs and let them meet in the middle before sweeping them down to the belt on his shorts.
“Why did you decide to tell me?”
“Because I can’t keep pretending I love you like a brother.” His hand closed over hers, and she felt her palm pressed to the cool cotton of his shorts. His cock was thick beneath the soft fabric, even just half-hard. He stroked the back of her hand and groaned as she gave him the gentlest squeeze.
“You are so bad,” she murmured.
“Only eventually.” He nudged her knees a little further apart on the edge of the table. “It’s taken a long time for us both to get here.”
Her fingers trembled almost too much to unbuckle his belt, but she managed to strip down his shorts and briefs to mid-thigh. She’d felt him all over so many times, and now she needed to taste him. She slipped off the table and got down on her knees, holding his thighs as she sought out his crotch with her lips. His heady, clean musk drew her to the base of his cock and she brushed her lips up the smooth length to the head. She kissed the side of the head and gave it the gentlest lick. Greg grunted softly.
She licked again, over the whole velvet tip, tasting the light salt-sweetness of his precum and letting it smear her tongue. He gave a tight double-gasp and she felt his thighs harden against her palms. She was soaking her panties. Not just dampening under his touch as she had during the massage but a full-on squeeze as she dove straight into the joy of pleasuring him. She took the whole head in her mouth, stroking the upper side across
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