STEPBROTHER (R-18)

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 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?

"You're being ridiculous! You just don't want to take responsibility for your actions!"

"Are you fucking kidding me? He put his hands on me. Over nothing! He was fucking drunk!"

Oliver's mom tosses her arms up dramatically while shaking her head at him.

"I was there. I know you started it, Oliver!"

"This is fucking bullshit! Your piece of shirt boyfriends never do anything wrong, right? Have a good fucking life, because I'm sick of it!"

Oliver twists on is heals, facing the house. Alarmed you slam the window closed as quietly as you can, and firm your lips with anticipation that he's seen you.

Oh shit, I just hope he doesn't see me in the window.

You clutch your towel to your chest and step away from the window. You listen to his footsteps as he nears the front door, and your eyes dart to the stairs.

Maybe I could make it down the stairs before he sees me!

The doorknob twists and before you can dwell more on the matter, and you sprint for the stairs, only to trip and reach for the railing. In the miscalculated step, you release your towel accidentally trying to catch yourself from face planting. Oh my fucking god!

You feel the breeze immediately, knowing your fully naked on the stairs. The embarrassment makes you freeze.

Where's his snide comment? By now I was sure he'd say something sarcastic or sexual.

Slowly you pick yourself back up and spin to face him. Your breasts bounce wildly as you take a few sharp breaths. Your eyes immediately go to his face where his eye has swelled, and yellow and black bruising surrounds it. Your brows furrow with concern. His eyes move to your plump breasts, and skate down to tour smooth pussy, before they move back up to your face. As soon as he sees the empathetic look on your face, his eyes narrow and the quick flash of lust they held has gone.

"What do you want?"

Oh my god... did she do that's to him?

"What happened to your face?"

Oliver laughs mirthlessly, before he glares at you.

"You enjoyed the show me and my mother put on outside, didn't you?"

"No, I uh, did she do that?"

You gesture to his face.

"Scarlett..."

His tone is alarming. He runs his fingers over his black eye, wincing slightly.

"She may as well have"

You tilt your head curiously.

"What do you mean?"

"Fuck. Just leave it alone, Scarlett. It doesn't concern you."

He turns to disappear down the hallway but halts to call over his shoulder

"You're still naked"

Your jaw drops, and you quickly reach for your towel, wrapping it around yourself tightly before going down the stairs.

Jeez. I just wanted to know what happened... He obviously doesn't like sympathy. He's too good for it.

No wonder he is the way he is though... Look at his damn mother. He comes back from her place beat up.