SEDUCING MY STEPBROTHER

Lexi couldn’t get the kiss out of her head. She tried not to let it affect her, but she couldn’t concentrate on planning her mother’s wedding to her taste.

“Did you call the caterer honey?” Her mother’s voice snapped her out of her dreamland.

“Huh?” she mumbled.

“What is wrong with you these days? You keep zoning out on every conversation.”

“I am fine, mom, I just have a lot on my mind.”

“And you can’t share it with me?” Daphne asked.

“It’s nothing much, so you need not worry.”

“If you say so, have you called the caterer?”

“Jesus!” Her eyes widened

“Don’t tell me it is what I am thinking?” Daphne glared at her.

“I’m so sorry, mom. I forgot to call them… I have been so busy with the preparations that I didn’t remember that.”

Daphne placed her finger to hush her words, before pulling her to sit beside her on the couch

“Tell me what is wrong with you,” Daphne stared into her eyes, and she did her possible best not to give away her secret.

How is she supposed to tell her mother that she can’t get the thought of her stepbrother out of her mind, or ever since the incident in the clubhouse, she wanted not just his hand but his cock driving her crazy?Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Lexi!” Daphne called. “Did you zone out on me again?”

“No mom, I didn’t zone out on you,” she looked down at her fingers and fiddled with them. “I want to tell you, but I just can’t do it right now.

“I need time to figure out what is happening to me first.”

“You promise to tell me everything once you figure it out right?”

“I promise.”

Daphne kissed her forehead, engulfing her in a warm hug.

The doorbell sounded, disrupting their moment and Daphne stood up to get the door. Lexi turn back to her laptop, intending to place some order online and then call the caterer when she heard his voice.

She looked up and their eyes met, images of their make-out in the car and the kiss in the dining room just two days ago assaulted her and she jerk up so fast.

Her action caused her laptop to fall over the table and land on the soft plush fur rug, she picked it up and without looking at any of them, she excuses herself and ran up the stairs to her room.

“Is Lexi alright?” Balthas asked as he watch her scrambling up the stairs.

“I don’t think so, I tried getting her to talk to me, but she won’t open up.”

“Do you maybe think I should talk to her to see if she would open up to me?” he asked.

“I would love that but… she doesn’t like being pressured to talk if she isn’t ready,” he pulls her to his chest.

“Will she be fine?” Aziz spoke up for the first time since he walked into the house.

“She will be fine,” Daphne assured. “She is a grown-up woman, not a kid.”

Aziz nodded his head and excused himself, before walking into his room.

He knew why she ran away; the feeling was mutual because he was the one who kissed her lip. The sensation that coursed through him the moment his lip touched her almost had him pulling her closer by the waist and bruising her mouth with his torturous kiss.

This wasn’t the first time so why is she still shy when he had kissed her in the backseat of his car, and even gone as far as making her come in his mouth?

He had to admit she was the first woman he would ever use his tongue on, and he still didn’t know what made him do it.

“Is she alright though?” he mumbled to himself.

Deciding to check on her, he pushed his door open and walked to her door, delivering two quick knocks on it.

Her groggy voice came through the inside, and the next minute she yanks the door open.

“Who is-?” she stopped talking and her eyes widened when she saw he is the one standing at her door.

“Can I come in?” he tried to ignore the way her round breast is visible under her see-through nightgown.

She hesitated for a minute, before stepping away from the door to let him in.

“Why are you here?” she stopped by her bedside and looked up at him.

He was starting to think coming here was a bad idea, as all he could focus on is the beautiful sight of her creamy breast.

He found his way to her little couch, and settling himself on it, he watches as she moved around in the room, putting things together.

“Aziz!” he closed his eyes to keep himself from doing anything that would ruin their brother-sister relationship.

“Aziz!” she called again, and he cursed under his breath, why did his name have to sound so sexy coming from her?

“I wanted to know if you are alright,” he pushed his hand into his pocket and leaned back on the couch.

“Why?” she got down on her hand and knee, as she searches for something under her bed and all he could think of at that moment is thrusting deep into her from behind.

It didn’t help that the gown rode up her thigh and stopped just below her ass cheek.

He cleared his throat before speaking again. “You ran away just when our eyes came in contact.”

“Now that’s ridiculous, why would I run away because of you?” She lifts her eyes to look at him.

With his hand still in his pocket, he narrowed his eyes at her and she knew he wouldn’t leave unless she finds a way to convince him.

“I don’t care what you think, I didn’t run away because of you, I only left the living room because I didn’t want you to disturb my work.”

He lifts his brows at her, his eyes dimmed, and she could swear he smirked at her.

“What do you think I am? Eleven? You don’t expect me to believe that crap you just spewed out?”

“You can believe whatever you want, it’s not like I owe you any explanation.”

“You don’t,” he muttered. “And you also don’t have to lie to me.”

“What does that have to mean?”

He straightened to his full height and moved closer to her. “I know you ran because of me; you can’t get that kiss out of your head.”

She whipped around to look at him and gulp down nothing when she saw how close they are.

“What kiss?” She cursed herself for not sounding ignorant enough.

“You want to pretend you didn’t recall the kiss in the dining room?”

She lifts her chin and stares at him head-on. “Is there a reason for me to remember it?”

Aziz smirked and moved even closer to her; he could see the visible proof of her nervousness from the way her throat bobbed.

“Are you sure you don’t remember it?” He asked as he moved even closer until there was no space between them.

She tried to move back only to discover she had reached the wall, she looked at him and he didn’t hide his smirk this time.

“What are you doing?” She asked, trying but failing not to show just how nervous she is.

“You don’t want to admit you are attracted to me, right? He pushes a wayward strand of her hair behind her ear and leans his mouth closer to it.

She was at loss for words, she opened her mouth only to shut it again.

He was right! She didn’t want to admit he affect her so much that she couldn’t breathe well whenever she is around him.

“Admit that you have been thinking about me all along, you dream about me plundering your sweet pussy and taking you to the edge of orgasm multiple times.”

She couldn’t tell him that even though he is right, she wanted him so much it hurts.

“Admit it,” he inched closer to her lip, and she swallowed hard as she waited with bated breath for his kiss.

Just one more inch, she thought as her eyes stayed glued on his soft lip but the sound of a knock on her door pulls them away from each other.