I’ve been absentmindedly wandering around my mom’s neighbourhood for the last 55 minutes; my toes and hands are numb, and the sun is long gone. I don’t actually know what I was thinking when I left but its dawning on me that aimlessly walking around the neighbourhood might not have been the best idea. I was going to come back after he was asleep or something – obviously anger got the best of my thought process – it’s like 9pm at the latest. Speaking to Ali didn’t make me feel better either, it actually made me a bit more uneasy. I reluctantly took the next right back towards our house.
My mind flashes back to the dinner table, first to my stepdad gracing us with his latest revelation about the world. Tonight, he was announcing his thoughts about the virus, which were obviously manufactured by the apple news feed he was scrolling through while my mom cooked us dinner. Usually that would be enough to set me off but with Jason sitting across the table from me I had other things on my mind. At first it seemed like there was a chance he may not have heard me through the door – maybe his sicko tone of voice was because he INTENTIONALLY left his jizz filled shorts right there for me to see? It was hard to gauge at first, but after a natural lull in the conversation he decided to take his chance. “So, Paige, are you feeling any better?” He pauses, holding my glare – something he seems to do every time he’s trying to antagonize me lately. “You know…since your boyfriend broke up with you.” There’s a twinge of something in his voice, I shoot him a look “My boyfriend actually didn’t break-up with me but thank you so much for your concern Jason.” My words are dripping in sarcasm, but he clearly isn’t satisfied. “No, really.” He looked at me, his green eyes appearing somewhat serious now, “you seemed fine earlier, but I heard you in the bathroom – obviously you’re worked up about something – it sounded like you were moaning.” I can feel the heat rushing to my face but can’t differentiate if it’s from humiliation or anger; he knows exactly what he’s doing. My mother’s face grows concerned. “Jason that is so sweet of you to look out for Paige.” She looks to me now. “Sweetie, you can tell us what’s going on…we’re your family, were here to help you.” My mom’s naivety irritated me at this point, probably more so because I had no idea what to say, and I’m never speechless. I needed out. I looked at my mother, sympathetically awaiting an answer from me, “Don’t worry mom, I was actually on facetime with Jess – her grandfather just died.” It wasn’t my best lie but it was going to have to do, I looked back at Jason, “In future I’d prefer if you didn’t listen to me while I’m in the washroom. Now if you will all excuse me.” I push my chair out and bring my plate into the kitchen, heading to the sink to rinse it off.
I hear footsteps behind me and as I feel someone come close I can smell his musky cologne and I freeze. It’s Jason. He puts his plate down and gets so close I can feel the heat of his body against my back as he towers at least a foot over me, I still can’t bring myself to move a muscle. I swear I feel some part of him ever so lightly brush against my ass, making me shiver as I let out an audible breath. He firmly puts his hand on my left shoulder and leans into my right ear, getting so close that his breath begins making me shake. He begins to whisper, intentionally brushing his supple lips against me as he speaks, “I only met Ryan once, but I can’t imagine a little guy like him giving you everything you need.” He gently takes my earlobe between his lips and I feel my pussy start to pulsate as my thong starts to feel instantly hot and moist. Realizing how hot and bothered this was making me I push to the side, recoiling my shoulder from him and not making eye contact while I put my plate in the dishwasher, I make for the door and book it to our room. I throw on the closest hoodie, grab my phone and headphones heading back down the stairs and straight out the front door. I am almost nervous of my own thoughts at this point, because if I’m being honest I don’t remember the last time I was this horny. Surely it had something to do with this whole isolation mind fuck…there is no way my step-brother could trick my body like that if I was thinking straight. I’m GRIEVING. My freedom…my relationship. Little guy? 5’9 is not *that* small… I pull my phone out and start dialing Al, she’s the only person I can talk to about this.
“Paiiiiige, babe I’m so sorry I haven’t texted u back what’s up?” I cut right to the chase, “hey are you alone?” “Yeah,” she says, obviously she can tell I mean business, “what’s going on is everything ok? Please tell me you have dirt. I’m dying of boredom.” “*Oh* I have dirt.” I say. “I don’t think I have ever been so pissed off. So after everything with Ryan I get to my mom’s. Jason’s here, and if that isn’t bad enough, it turns out we’re*sharing* a room.” I await her response. “well I mean he’s not *thaaat* bad,” she laughs, “I honestly used to think he was kind of funny…and me and Jade used to call him a DFI back in the day…he’s always had bit of potential……like, if he wasn’t your brother,” she says this with a laugh. “What’s a DFI?” I ask, feeling mildly annoyed – maybe calling her wasn’t a good idea. “And he’s my *step*brother.” Ignoring my last comment she continues. “A Definite Future Investment. Like it’s a pervy way of saying ‘that guys definitely going to be fuckable in the future.’” They would. “You guys are so fucked. He’s basically a child.” Well maybe not. “He’s not a fucking child he’s like 2 years younger than us. How tall is he now?” She’s clearly enjoying this conversation. “I don’t know but he’s pretty tall. It’s almost unsettling how much he’s grown since I saw him last.” There’s a pause as she waits for me to continue my description but for the second time tonight I’m not sure what to say. “OK, and?” She laughs again. “Is everything ok? I don’t mean to laugh I just don’t really get what you’re so upset about.” I take a big deep breath, proceeding cautiously “I don’t know like…I don’t even really know how to say it but I’m kind of getting a weird vibe from him.” Ali’s always been quick on the uptake. “Wait…you mean he still wants to fuck you?”
I can faintly hear the movie playing but my eyelids are heavy. It’s well past 11 and I’m too out of it to take myself to bed. As I lie there and listen, I feel something moving up my leg. It feels warm and fluid, moving up my body and waking my nether regions, though my mind is still not fully awake. Through the dark I can see him as he kneels over me, hands now in between my thighs, pushing them apart. The picture of the movie is reflecting off of him, showing a hungry and powerful look in his eyes, my body is begging but I feel like I’m paralyzed; I try to speak but no words leave my mouth. I wait while he comes closer to me, hand under the blanket pushing my pajama shorts to the side he moves one finger slowly but confidently up my pussy lips. I try to raise my hips to encourage him but I still have zero control of my body. As he takes his time exploring my dripping pussy with one of his confident hands his other migrates to my shirt, which he pushes up, exposing my nipples. Taking a moment to look at my breasts then at me “you have no idea how many years I’ve waited to roll my tongue over those beautiful pink nipples.” He takes one in his mouth and as he bites gently he simultaneously shoves two of his fingers inside of me, strongly teasing my gspot while using his palm to stimulate my clit. He starts to shake his arm, and it feels like he’s kneading me closer to climax but there’s a nagging feeling I can’t ignore…I don’t know if I’m going to be able to climax until I get to see that cock. I mean I saw it throbbing through those grey sweatpants but I want a closer look. I saw it when he was changing and now all I want is a taste. I want it pressed hard up against me, so I’m going crazy with temptation knowing how big and hard it is before I take it. Reading my mind he pushes down his sweats, exposing his flawless erect cock. Its big and I can see precum glistening on the head. He moves closer, kneeling over me and thrusting it into my mouth in one swift movement. Moving up and down he pushes it in and out, deeper down my throat, pulling out every so often to rub my soft supple lips around the tip, his hand still buried in my pussy, driving me absolutely wild.
As I feel the orgasm coming over me my eyes clamp shut and I begin to feel my legs moving uncontrollably; I hear a moan and it takes me a second to realize the sound is coming from my own mouth. Still contorted and moaning through the wave of orgasm I manage to open my eyes and take a deep breath, coming to. In the realization my orgasm was waking me from a dream I feel a warm gooey wetness on the side of my face and adjusting pitch black I see Jason over me. We’re on my bed. Horrified, I see his muscular arm lifting my pelvis up and down bringing on a third wave and realize his cock is right in front my face, responsible for the cum dripping down my cheek into my hair. Noticing me coming too he grabs my underwear off the bed and shoves them into my mouth right as I’m about to let out a real scream, still working my pussy like he was a fucking master. After overpowering and forcing me to ride the last wave of orgasm he takes his hand from my swollen pussy and gets right into my face so I can see into his eyes. “In all the years I’ve known you I never heard you talk in your sleep. You were begging for me Paige, and you sounded *just* like I always imagined you would. Your little slit has been dripping for me whether you want to admit it or not.” The underwear was still preventing me from speaking but I was too mind fucked to speak. Easily recalling the dream I was mortified to think about what he may have heard. “I got a little video clip if you need proof…turns out I’m not the only pervert in this family.” He pulls the underwear from my mouth making sure I taste my juices on his hand and quickly replaces it with his tongue, kissing me hard and shocking me even more. Once he’s finished he pulls away and pauses before getting up. “You might actually need to change the sheets, I wouldn’t be able to sleep in a bed that soaked.” With that, he jumps off the bed and walks back over towards the bottom bunk.
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