STEPBROTHER (R-18) novel Chapter 3

Scarletts P.O.V

After tossing and turning, you manage to fall asleep that night. Only a few hours go by until you wake up to the sound of creaking and something else.

What the hell is that?

You rub your eyes. The clock on your nightstand reads 2am. You groan and roll over.

"Just go back to sleep. Ignore it" you say to yourself in a raspy voice as you roll over.

Throwing your blankets off yourself you pull yourself up, blink the blurriness from your vision and press your feel to the cold floor. You hear the noise again.

Oliver... its two in the damn morning, some of us still have class

Moaning

OH MY GOD... he's not alone!

You creep from your bedroom towards him. The moaning noises get louder the closer you get to his door. You press your hands against his door with the intent to place your ear against it, but its slightly cracks open.

Fuck...

You hear Oliver fairly groan; the sound makes you clench your thighs together. You inhale a slow breath, closing your eyes for a moment.

I cant fucking believe this.

Your eyes dart to the flatscreen and widen. Porn lights up his darkened room, illuminating his hand which grips the thick shaft of his bulge...

Damn... he's bigger than I thought

You lick your lips. The thought of images of you walking into his room, kneeling before him at the foot of his bed, and wrapping your lips around it...

Shaking your head, your eyes are pinned to the way he strokes his shaft. Long skilful tugs. Oliver leans back slightly, his abs lit up like a fucking Christmas tree as he masturbates to the tv. He doesn't notice your presence and groans again.

"Oh fuck... fuck, I'm gonna cum"

This is too fucking hot.

Your fingers twitch with the urge to trekked yourself through your pyjama pants.

A few short grazes from my fingers and I'd have been having an orgasm with him. I'm tempted to go into there.

You twist back around determined to go back to bed.

Just the sight of him makes me wet. But I-I can't stay there and watch him.

You shake your head, but halt at your doorway. The urge too return to him overcomes you and you find yourself quietly making your way back over to his bedroom.

"Well... damn" you say as you push the door open more.

Before you get the chance to step forward, your eyes lock on Oliver watching as his lips part slightly and he lets out a groan as his shaft switches and he orgasms. He doesn't stop stroking himself as your eyes remained locked, and when his strokes slow, his lip twitches up into a grin.