Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I feel tingles and shockwaves surging through me as I stare at the magical cock.
My dildo!
I dart to my bag and dig my hand into the bottom of it. I grab my purple dildo and shove it into my pussy with a moan. It’s not the same. I want Ollie in me. He’s bigger, thicker, and longer. This fake purple cock is no longer doing the trick. I need a real man. I need my stepbrother to fill me up.
I sit on the floor beside the curtains in the dark and watch him dry himself off. I’m moaning hard, on the verge of coming while I fuck my wet pussy with my toy.
When he drags that towel over his hard abs, the sight of it is so erotic that I burst. I come hard all over my dildo, all over my hand, as I crumple to the floor in a trembling fit.
My eyes are locked on Ollie as I moan a little too loud. His bight eyes suddenly dart to my door and I leap away in a panic, hiding behind the curtains.
Shit! Did he hear me? Did he see anything?
I quickly rush across the room, shoving the wet dildo into the top drawer of my dresser, and dive into my bed.
I yank the covers over my head and make a vow.
No more perving over my stepbrother.
Never again.
But when my pussy continues aching for something that only Ollie can give it, I know that’s one vow I’m going to break.
CHAPTER SIX
Becca
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When I open my eyes in the morning, Ollie is standing over my bed. I smile, thinking I’m dreaming, but then he smiles back and I realize that I’m very much awake. I dart up to a seated position and hold the blankets against my chest even though I’m wearing a t-shirt.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he says in a scratchy voice that’s even deeper and raspier than usual.
“What are you doing in here?” I gasp.
“Our parents sent me to wake you up,” he says as he walks over to the French doors. He yanks the curtains open and the bright sun shines aggressively in. “We’re going out on the boat.”
“You can knock on the door next time,” I say, feeling my cheeks blushing as the events of last night come rushing back—the kiss, the late night swim, the lack of Ollie’s bathing suit.
“Nah,” he says with a grin. “We’re family. Families don’t knock.”
Families don’t make out in nightclubs, I want to say, but I hold my tongue.
“Where’s your bathing suit?” he asks as he heads to the dresser. He’s opening the top drawer before it clicks. No!
“What is this?” he asks as he pulls out my purple dildo. There’s a grin on his face like he just caught me with my hand in the cookie jar. “I knew you were a naughty girl. Does your stepbrother need to spank you?”
“Give me that!” I nearly shout as I explode out of the bed and grab it.
He’s laughing as I push him away.
“That was you at the window last night,” he says as his eyes narrow on me in a lustful way. “Were you watching my late night swim?”
“No!”
I shove the embarrassing dildo back into my top drawer and slam it closed.
“Were you using that while you were spying on me?”
I try to shove him out of my room, but he’s not moving. It’s like his feet are cemented to the floor. It’s like I’m pushing against a brick wall. “Get out of my room!”
“What were you doing with that toy?” he asks with a grin on his face. The prick is loving this. “Were you sliding it in and out of your wet little pussy while watching me skinny dip?”
My cheeks are burning so hot that I could set this whole beach house on fire if I’m not careful.
“Were you thinking of me? Pretending it was me?”
“No!” I practically shout as I shove both palms on his shoulder and push him with all of my might. He doesn’t budge. “Get. Out!”
“Next time, just come and join me,” he says as he lets me push him to the door. “You won’t need a toy. I’ll give you the real thing. It won’t be purple, but it will be bigger, longer, harder, and it will fuck you just right.”
A small part of me wants to lock the door and take him up on the offer, but a larger part of me wants him out of my room so I can slide under the covers and die of embarrassment.
“Get out before I tell on you,” I say, desperate to get him out. I know it’s childish, but I don’t have many other options right now.
He laughs as he steps into the hall. “No need to get our parents involved,” he says with a chuckle. “This is between us. We can be adul—“