STEPBROTHER (R-18) novel Chapter 6

Scarletts P.O.V

Later that evening you find yourself relaxing in a nice, hot shower. You let the steady jets of weather drive into your sore muscles. The steam surrounding you envelopes you in a cozy embrace. You massage your scalp with your fingers, attempting to let the stress of the day ebb away from your skin.

I definitely need a massage...

You blush at the thoughts circulating your mind over Oliver.

Oliver would definitely satiate that need.

You find yourself caressing your aching breasts. You rub thumb across your hardened nipples, inhaling a sharp breath when the friction sends electricity right to your warm centre. You let your head fall back, and gently close your eyes while enjoying the feeling of trailing your other hand down your torso, stopping just above it to tease yourself.

Fuck... I shouldn't. I really shouldn't touch myself to the thought of him.

I'm throbbing thinking of him.

You sigh and give in to the urges that possess you. You cup your pussy in your hand, pressing yourself into your palm hard to gain some friction, before slowly dragging your fingers up. You gasp when you feel your wetness coat the tip of your finger, lubing it up just enough to slickly glide it across your most sensitive spot.

Oh, shit... I'm so wet. So, fucking wet for you, Oliver.

You moan quietly enough that you wont be heard over the shower. You glide softly, increasing the pace as you feel the familiar swirl of an orgasm in your belly.

Yes, yes, yes. I'm coming all over you.

Your breath comes out in choppy spurts. Your nipples are hard enough to cut diamonds. You start to clench deliciously as you near closer to sweet pleasure bliss. Your face warms, and suddenly you slip a finger into your taut hole, pumping and fucking your self shamelessly.

Oh fuck, yes. My pussy feels so good. I want to cum so bad.

Your body shakes; one last warning of the intensity of your orgasm. Your mind is filled with images of Oliver's hand on your thigh. You bite your lip, and with swiftness you cum hard. Your thighs clenched around your fingers, twitching and milking as if it is Oliver inside you.

Oh fuck!

Your legs shake. Your arms shoot out to use the shower walls to keep you standing.

Holy shit... that was the most powerful orgasm I've ever had.

You take a deep breath and run your fingers through your wet locks. You hear yelling fairly over the shower and frown.

What the hell is that?

You check quickly that all the soap is off your skin and turn off the shower. You step out, reaching for your towel to wrap it tightly around yourself. The yelling is louder now that the shower is off.

Is someone fighting?

You open the bathroom door and move into the hallway. You listen carefully for the yelling, heading closer to it.

It sounds like it's coming from outside.

You open the curtains in the foyer to peer outside, and your eyes widen. You watch Oliver's tense back as he and a woman get in a screaming match. She's about your moms age, with the same dark hair. You cant quite make out the conversation. You glance down at the edge of the window.

Should I open the window? I mean, they're screaming out in public, its not like they really want privacy.

You slide you fingers underneath the window enough to pry it open, cringing when it makes some noise.

With all they're screaming, I doubt they will hear me.

Now the window is open you can hear what they are saying.

" you're always fucking protecting them, mom!"

You gasp and cover your mouth with your hand.

That's his mother? Who the hell is she protecting?