Chapter 121 Vignette 107
The living room was dimly lit as Dad, me and stepbro enjoyed the tv show.
I sat together with my stepbrother on the two sitter cushion, while my dad was on a different cushion a little bit far from us.
And all of a sudden, my step brother's fingers brushed my thighs.
I felt it at first but I just thought it was a mistake. I didn't give it any attention.
It happened again.
I looked at him but he seemed too engrossed in the TV show.
“Maybe it was just a repeat mistake,” I said to myself.
I adjusted, shifting slightly farther away from him.
But then he shifted closer.
I was beginning to feel uncomfortable at this point.
But I didn't change seats.
I just…sat there.
Then again, his hands touched me, clearly deliberate this time.
I looked at him and that was when he slowly tilted his head.
“Michael, I know you're doing it on purpose. Stop it," I whispered,
"You're my sis, why won't you let me," he whispered back, with a smirk on his face.
And then he dragged his hand further upward.
His touch pricked my skin but I straightened.
I brushed his hand off, “back-off," I said quickly checking if my dad was looking.
He wasn't. His gaze was firmly fixed on the TV.
It was his favorite show after all.
But all of a sudden, Michael got up and yawned, stretching his body like he was tired.
He wasn't.
He was just pretending.
“Dad, Selena and I are going to bed now. It's late."
I was shocked.
I didn't expect he would pull that move.
"What? I didn't say I was feeling sleepy…“
“You should be sleeping by now, Selena," My dad cut in.
"But.. dad?”
"Go to bed, Selena,“
I frowned and Michael had that annoying grin on his face again.
I stood up. I was very furious.
Michael led the way and I trailed him.
As we walked down the hallway, we got to my room before his.
He was supposed to keep going until he got to his own room.
But no. He stopped in front of my room
“What? This is not your room.." I said, my face scowled with disgust.
"I know," he answered, pushed the door and stepped in.
He didn't say anything else.
Nothing.
Just walked into my room like it was his.
Like he had the right to be there whenever he pleased.
He held the door open, “Come on, join me,”
My legs moved before my brain could actually think of the right thing to do.
And before I knew it, I was inside the room, standing behind him, watching as he locked the door.
He turned around and faced me.
And the next thing, he dragged down his shorts and his cock sprung out.
“Michael!” I screamed.
“Shh, you don't want your dad coming here and asking why you forced me to be in your room so late at night,”
What?!..”
“You already know he trusts me more than he trusts you. Now suck my cock so that I can leave.”
“I won't do that!” I said firmly.
“Okay, then I'll have to show dad the video of you and the boy you sneaked into your room two days ago.” He threatened, already making his way out of the room.
I stopped him immediately. “Wait..” he paused. "I regret the day you became my step brother." I spat.
"Will you do it or should I go on?” he asked, his voice low like my words meant nothing.
"I hate you so much, Michael," I said and he only smiled.
I went on my knees and grabbed that cock angrily.
I was furious. Very furious.
I shoved it inside my mouth and started sucking it.
He moaned almost immediately.
I wanted to make him cum so that he would leave as soon as possible.
I made sure the cock hit my throat.
I gagged.
And still pushed it deeper.
He moaned and grabbed my head.
But I pulled away and his hand fell off.
“Don't you dare hold my head,” I warned.
“Okay, okay fine." He said raising his hand up like he was surrendering.
I held his balls and squeezed it softly in my hand, my throat going deeper as I sucked him.
He moaned.
Groaned.
That was when I felt his cock twitch inside my mouth. I immediately knew he would cum soon.
I didn't want to taste any bit of his cum.
So I pulled my mouth out and stroked him…very fast…until he came.
I shifted aside and let it spill on the floor.
He heaved a sigh of satisfaction, his breathing calmer than when I was sucking him.
I stood up, the sight of him made me restless.
“Now leave, you've gotten what you want."
He dragged up his shorts with a smile on his face.
“Nice throat, Selena, I'll see you tomorrow by this time," he opened the door and left, leaving me to boil in immense anger.
I looked at the floor and my gaze dropped on his cum laying there.
“Now I will be the one to clean his mess up,”