STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 25

Scarlett's POV

You listen as she opens her room, and leaves the changing room. You reach for our phone, pulling up

your camera to take a couple pics of you in the lingerie. You're startled when you hear someone

knocking on your stall.

"Um, occupied"

Every other fucking stall is open, yet they have to bang on this one

You jump when you hear his voice

"Oh, I know you want to let me in"

Oh my fucking god... how the hell did he get in here? Where's Bri?

You take a deep breath, phone clenched in your hand.

You quickly step out of the pair of panties you're trying on, so you're just in your thong and the lace bra

you're trying on.

You reach for the lock and open it, stepping back as his large frame fills the space, and he closes the

stall, locking it behind him.

"Bri will be back soon"

His smile spreads slowly, as he steps forward, grazing his fingers on the side of your face, making sure

to drag his thumb over your plump bottom lip.

God, he's so hot

You get lost in his dark eyes, steadying yourself by pressing back against the mirror, along with your

hands.

"Then you're gonna have to cum quietly for me, baby"

This is insane!

You want to deny him, shake your head and be logical, but your brain isn't thinking straight. Your

judgment is too clouded by him. The intoxicating way he smells so goos, or the electricity you feel from

his fingers as he gently covers your mouth and steps forward, wedging his leg between your knees to

spread your legs for him.

I'm so turned on right now

Oliver uses his other hand to pull you down onto the bench, and you gasp, which is muffled by the

hand he holds loosely to your mouth. He kneels before you, smirking as he's gently dragging his hand

down your face and neck, squeezing gently.

"Oh god, Oliver"

You whisper, but he still holds his finger over his mouth to shush you.

"You're gonna need to be quiet, Scar. As much as I love when you moan my name baby, I don't wanna

get caught with your pussy in my mouth"

He's going to eat me out. That fucking tongue... I've been dreaming about that.

You gaze longingly at his mouth as he licks his lips while dragging a hand down your stomach,

teasingly fingering the edge of your panties.

"I want to tear every single ones of these off you"

He gestures to the lingerie you've brought to try on ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

I know its a waste of money but I don't give a fuck... I'd let him!

You moan softly, pressing your hips forward.

"Mmm, eager for my mouth on you?"

"Oh yes. I want that tongue on me"

Oliver Let's out a deep steady breath, before he grabs both your thighs with each hand anal rests them

on his shoulders, before dragging you forward so you're scantily clad pussy is inches from is mouth.

"Oliver..."

He rises a warning brow, grabs your thong, moving it off to the side, before you feel his breath cascade

your wet folds. A soft moan escapes your lips, just as your hear Bri return.

"You alright in there, Scar?"

With wide eyes, you glance at Oliver Whois amused as he grins at you. He doesn't let Bri in the next

stall deter him, he moves in and kisses the inside of our thigh. Starting with the left one and then the

right.

"Uh, y-yeah! I'm fine! Sorry, there's a lot and I'm trying to grab some pics."

"Oh okay, I'm gonna do the same"

God I hope she doesn't talk to me while he's in here... I wont be able to focus on the conversation.

Oliver leans in, intense gaze still on you as he covers your pussy with his mouth. You immediately gasp

and he covers your mouth again, muffling your moans with his palm as he drags his tongue up your slit,

over and over. The feeling is overwhelming; pleasurable. Your hips grind against his mouth

uncontrollably, as your ride is tongue.

Oh fuck, that feels too good. That mouth... his tongue... oh god!

Oliver sucks your clit in to his mouth, swirling his tongue around it which causes you to shake beneath

him, before he releases it and continues flicking his tongue against you skilfully.

You tangle your hands in his hair, pressing him harder into your pussy as you feel the familiar heat of

your orgasm stirring in your gut.

Too. Fucking. Good.

Oliver takes his other hand and yanks your bra down, freeing one of your heavy breasts. He caresses

it, his thumb rolling your nipple, causing you to arch your back.

A low groan escapes his lips, causing his tongue to vibrate on your wet pussy and you cry out, the

sound strangled in his palm as you cum endlessly in his mouth. Your pussy clenches repeatedly, limbs

shaking, breathing erratic and choppy as you close your eyes tightly.

That was so intense.

When you stop shaking, Oliver moves back, lowering your legs back to the ground as he grins. His face

glistens with your juices around his mouth before he rubs them off with his hand. He leans forward to

put his mouth by your ear, and you take a deep, raspy breath.

"You taste as good as I thought you would"

You don't know what to say to that, so you silently watch him go. It finally dawns on you that he was still

with Theresa.

Oh my god... he probably left her ass at the movies.

Groaning, you pinch the bridge of your nose.

"Oh, are you finished?"

You frown

Oh shit, oh shit... she didn't hear us did she?

"What do you mean?"

Cautiously, you begin to get dressed, to amped up to continue trying on clothes.

"I mean, you tried being quiet but it didn't really work... thank god it was only me in here"

You groan as you finish getting dressed.

"You heard?"

"Uh, yeah. Thank god I'm the only other person in here"

"I'm so fucking embarrassed"

"Why? That was hot. Bitch I wish someone would come harass me in the changing room. That's like

every girls dream"

Maybe in porn videos...

You snicker as you open the stall and find Bri standing outsider hers, with her arms crossed.

"Jesus, so how was it?"

"You really want details?"

"Of course. Do you not know me?"

You chuckle.

"Sadly, I know you very well"

You peer down at the lingerie and decide to get all of it.

Anything that makes me remember this moment.

Bri nudges you as you both leave the changing room.

"Come on, details"

"We just kissed"

Bri stops, casting you a dirty look.

"Bullshit"

"What?"

"Scar, I know damn well that boy didn't just kiss you..."

Groaning, you pull her off to the slide away from other women shopping and roll your eyes at her.

"Nosey"

She shrugs

"Let's just say he was eating me like Christmas dinner. Happy?"

She gasps, her eyes lighting up, as she begins to giggle hysterically. You frown, watching as people

glance your way.

"Oh my god, this is exactly why I didn't tell you. You're so overdramatise"

"Oh shut up, you know you are too"

"Not in the fucking store"

"Oh so you wont talk about it, but you'll let how tongue fuck your vag in the stall huh?"

"Okay, we're leaving"

Bri sighs, and follows you to the counter to purchase her things. With every step you an feel your

wetness soaking through your panties. A silent reminder of where he's been... and where you're sure

he'll be again.