The air in the living room hung thick with unspoken tension. I’d been innocently doing homework, or at least pretending to. My stepbrother, Liam, had been lifting weights in the garage, the rhythmic clang a constant, distracting pulse. He came in, sweat glistening on his muscled chest, grabbed a water bottle. I tried not to stare.
“Need help with that math?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. I shook my head, but he perched on the arm of the couch anyway, close enough that I could smell his musky scent. I had my reading glasses on, perched on the bridge of my nose, trying to focus on the numbers in front of me. But my heart was doing calculus of its own.
“You look…intense,” he chuckled, reaching out to adjust my glasses. His fingers lingered against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. I looked up and his eyes were fixed on my big tits straining against my thin top. That's when he asked me if i wanted to get some air with him.
We walked and chatted along a deserted back road, and when i told him about some family drama that was bothering me, Liam gently grabbed me and held me close as he stroked my hair. “Everything is going to be ok”, he said to me as he looked deeply into my eyes. My heart fluttered at the gesture.
One thing led to another and we were back in my bedroom. I straddled him, riding him hard, feeling his hands grip my hips, guiding me. He flipped me over, doggystyle and he was right there in my sweet spot, making me scream and sweat. This wasn't the gentle Liam I knew. This was a raw, primal version, and I was utterly addicted. Every thrust was a delicious transgression, a whispered secret only our bodies understood.
He pulled out at the last second, his face contorted with pleasure, and came all over my belly. It was taboo, forbidden, and exactly what I wanted.
