Semua Bab Forbidden Desire:My Best Friend's Brother : Bab 251 - Bab 260

He rubs his hand over my throbbing skin, but this time, his fingers trail lower, down between my legs until they’re brushing lightly over the most sensitive, private part of me. I arch my back and part my legs ever so slightly, opening myself up to his touch, and he raises his hand again and brings it down hard on one bare cheek, yanking on the panties and making me yelp again.“Dirty girl,” he growls, and smacks me again. “Dirty little girl getting wet in her panties. You like this, don’t you?” He lays a hand against the underside of my ass, gripping it firmly, and uses his thumb to start probing my swollen pussy lips through my damp underwear.My eyes nearly roll back in my head at his touch—right there where I want it. I push back against him, wanting to feel it harder and deeper, wanting his thumb to slide under the fabric and touch me directly. His whole hand wraps around the bottom of one ass cheek and he squeezes it, bunching up the muscle and rubbing his thumb against the wet

There is a beast inside of me. Not just a passionate side that’s belied by my cool exterior, but something uncontrollable and dangerous. No matter how many times I try to pull myself back from the edge, things just keep escalating. I can’t stop. And right now I’m spiralling…The feel of Hazel’s ass under my hand, the firm quiver of muscle, and the way I could feel her arousal. The way her body moved and bent against me, lifting herself up, wanting my touch—desperate for it. The slick and ready slit between her legs… I squeeze my eyes shut and then undo my pants, pulling my cock out.It’s wrong, everything about this is so wrong… I grip my shaft and start working myself while I wait for Cynthia to call me. I’m close already, and I let myself indulge in the fantasy: Hazel splayed out on the bed naked. Daddy lowering himself over her, into her. Oh fuck, how tight her little pussy would feel around me, how much she would squeeze my cock.I give my cock a corresponding squeeze just as I no

I’m quiet on the drive home with Xavier, thinking about Christine’s question. Boyfriend, lover, father…I don’t know which of these describes Xavier anymore, and thinking about it gives me a sinking sense of dread. I want him to be all three, and that’s impossible. What future could I possibly have with my mother’s husband? Where on earth do I think this is going?When we get home, I set up my computer at the dining room table to study, and Xavier preps dinner, but I’m sulky and silent. Eventually he comes to stand behind me and places his hands on my shoulder, kissing the top of my head.“What’s wrong with my little girl?” he asks gently. I sigh, and lean back in the chair, enjoying the feel of his hands and the warmth of his body behind me.I don’t know what it is between us, where it could possibly go, but the one thing I know for sure is that I need his love as desperately as I need oxygen to live. Whatever that looks like. I need him to touch me, to want me, to desire me.I tilt m

Xavier After Her Bath, Hazel teeters out of the bathroom to get dressed, flushed and dizzy as if she’s drunk on pleasure, while I drain the tub and gather up her discarded clothes on the floor. I take a moment to look at myself in the mirror and drag my hands through my hair. I’m rock fucking hard and I have no idea what to do with myself. I can’t keep jerking off in the bathroom…can I? How long can this go on for?When I step out of the bathroom into the bedroom, I’m in for a shock. Hazel is in front of the full-length mirror, admiring herself in a sheer babydoll slip.It’s Melanie’s bridal lingerie.She must have found it in my drawer. I keep it stashed away there with the panties I took away from Hazel—strange and emotionally-loaded mementos of my wife; of her daughter. Melanie only wore this particular item once, on our wedding night, but it evokes powerful memories for me. The incredibly loving, intense sex we had that night. The awe and wonder I felt at knowing that this woman

Her breathing is heavy, ragged with the effort of trying to breathe around my cock, and soon she makes a gagging noise, her breath sputtering as she struggles to regain control.“Good,” I cajole her. “Good girl. Keep working my dick like that. Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this for, Hazel. How long I’ve wanted to feed you my cock like this. You’re making me feel so good. Oh, sweetie, that’s so fucking good.”She makes a strangled sound, partially a noise of assent, partially a gag, and I look down at the impossible sight of my cock going in and out of my little girl’s mouth before looking back up at the mirror again. Hazel’s feet are curled under her, toes inward, and her ass is bobbing up and down above her heels, the frilly underpants on full display now, the little nightie covering nothing. I hold her head a little firmer, thrusting a little bit harder, and then look down at her again to see that she has her eyes closed.I want to see her looking up at me, see her