Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Fuck…
The music heightens and I begin to slowly pull up her dress.
She stares straight ahead, pretending not to notice, but she knows exactly what’s happening. Those beautiful round tits are heaving up and down as her breath quickens.
I reach the end and then slide my hand underneath, sitting as straight and non-conspicuous as I can.
“Fuck,” I groan under my breath when I feel her soft thighs.
She opens her legs a little further apart.
The music intensifies as I slide my hand up closer to her little pussy. I can feel the heat. The desire. She wants it as much as I do.
My mouth waters when I arrive and discover she’s not wearing any panties. My innocent little stepsister is not so innocent after all.
I moan when I feel how wet she is. Goddamn… She’s so soft. So delicate and smooth.
“Oh,” she whimpers lightly as I slip two fingers inside her tight little hole. She grips the back of my hand, holding it between her legs as I push deeper inside, gliding my fingers along her wet virgin walls. I know she’s a virgin. She’s too damn tight not to be.
She keeps her eyes on the stage as her pussy strangles my fingers.
I move my hand to the rhythm of the music bellowing through the theater. When it’s soft, I stroke softly, and when it’s powerful, I put pressure on her clit with the base of my palm and rub her pearl as I slide in and out to the rhythm of the orchestra.
As the song surges and escalates to its peak, I rub her pussy harder and faster. The instruments roar to their climax and my sweet girl is swept along with them, cumming all over my hand. She whimpers as she digs her nails into my wrist, holding me against her pulsating pussy as the orgasm rolls through her.
It’s intense, but she keeps a still face and a straight back. The only change is the way she’s trembling and biting her bottom lip as tears stream down her cheeks.
I keep moving my hand to the rhythm of the music, trying to wring out every ounce of pleasure for her.
Her soft little pussy is soaked now. My fingers are coated in her warm sticky release as they slide in and out, in and out.
The last note of the violin rings out and the whole theater claps.
Harmony claps too, but I don’t. I’m too busy sucking her sweet juices off my fingers and moaning for more.
She pulls her dress back down and gives me a shy little look.
My cock is a cement rod that’s trying to tear through my pants. Watching Harmony cum is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I wish I could pick her up and lower her onto my thick cock right here. I’m desperate for her body. I need her.
But unfortunately for us, the walls of the balcony aren’t that high.
I’ll just have to wait a little longer.
A little longer to deflower my hot little stepsister.
A little longer to claim what’s mine.
Chapter Eight
Harmony
It’s been two days since the night at the orchestra and I’ve become a master at avoiding August. I’ve been clinging to my mother and staying as close to her as I can.
When she isn’t available to be my human shield, I’ve been clinging to Brandon and using him to keep August in check.
I can’t control myself around him.
I’ve realized that now.
There’s no use fighting it because I know it’s not going to work. Avoidance is the only real solution here.
I have to avoid being alone with the man.
At. All. Costs.
It’s the night before Christmas Eve, so I should be okay until Boxing Day at least. The four of us are hanging out tonight, watching Christmas movies and eating the Yule log that my mom and I made this afternoon, so it should be easy enough.
Tomorrow night, we’re heading to Brandon’s brother’s house for Christmas Eve and then we’re having a family get-together here on Christmas Day.
Tons of people around. Exactly what I need.
“What should we watch?” Mom asks when we’re in the kitchen getting everything ready. I’m microwaving a bag of popcorn and pretending not to notice my hot stepbrother watching me from across the room.
“I vote for Elf,” Brandon says as he opens a bottle of red wine with a pop. Lucy tilts her head at the noise.
“I love Elf!” Mom says with a squeal. “Who wants wine?”
Everyone raises their hand.
“It’s unanimous,” she says with a chuckle as she takes four glasses out of the cupboard. “What a surprise.”
“How about The Holiday?” I ask, even though it always makes me cry. I always lose it when Cameron Diaz’s character finally cries at the end. Oh, and when she’s in the tent with Jude Law and his two girls—I love that part. Oh, and when that old man gets a standing ovation. I’m basically a mess throughout the whole film. Maybe we shouldn’t watch that one.