Bastian: A Secret Baby Romance Read Free

his eyes after getting the last of the shampoo out of his hair, his cocky smile sending warm tendrils of arousal down below. It was then that I noticed I was still wearing only my panties, and my breasts were open to his view. I reached behind me, scrambling for the doorknob when he shut off the water, stepping out of the glass stall to stand before me.
    Naked, he was even more glorious than he was when he was working out or swimming in the pool. The water caressed his skin, all of it tracing down his muscular torso. My eyes were drawn down to his cock — I couldn't help it. Even limp from the shower, he was bigger than I thought, thicker. My fantasies of him with a ten-inch cock may have even been underestimating him. Part of me wanted to fall to my knees right there, begging him to feed me his epitome of manhood.
    Instead, I cleared my throat, finding the doorknob. "I . . . I'll wait for you to dry off," I rasped, my throat dry.
    Sebastian laughed, his cock twitching as he shook. "Come now Cassie, your eyes betray you. Go ahead and take a good look. You know you want to."
    "That's sick," I lied, betrayed as I licked my lips. "We're family."
    "Not by blood," Sebastian said. "Besides, there's nothin' wrong with looking."
    My innermost thoughts betrayed, I tore open the door, retreating to my bedroom. I made sure to lock both doors, crumpling against the bathroom door to gather myself once I knew I wouldn't be disturbed. My breathing slowed, and I thought I had myself under control when I heard Sebastian's voice from just the other side of the thin door.
    "It's all right, Cassie. Go ahead and fantasize, I know you want to. I know you've had other men, I know you're desperate to find a lover who’ll satisfy you. But I also know the truth . . . you'll never have anyone as good as me."
    "Go away, you asshole," I gasped, fighting the urge to rub myself to the sound of his voice. Sebastian's sexy chuckle answered me, and a few seconds later I heard the door to his bedroom open and then shut. I took no chances, finding a bathrobe to pull over my shoulders before unlocking the door and going in. I made damn sure to lock the door to Sebastian's room, more to stop myself than to stop him. Oh no, not Sebastian, he never had to resist his urges the way I had to.
    That evening, by the time I left the house to go downtown, I was wound up tighter than I had been in my entire life. The whole day Sebastian had sexually tormented me, whether it was a glance, a smirk, or the way he would look at my breasts when we crossed paths.
    I would think I had found some peace, and start to calm down and relax, when he was there again, his smoldering eyes reigniting the embers of my lust. It didn't matter, the library, the kitchen, the entertainment room, the gym, he was there. I eventually got a bit of peace by going for a run at about two in the afternoon, pounding the pavement for a good hour, twice looping our neighborhood until the blood rushed in my ears and my thighs trembled with the effort.
    Coming up the driveway, hacking spit and phlegm onto the crushed gravel, Sebastian was waiting for me, oh so innocently, of course, catching some sun on the front lawn while wearing only his boxer brief swimsuit, his semi-hard cock outlining the thin fabric and driving my lust to distracting levels once again. I had to lock myself in my room in the end, pretending to do some homework for a mandatory science class that I cared little about.
    When Sarah buzzed me saying she was getting ready to go downtown, I threw on my things and called a cab. I'd already decided I was taking the train home, if I even went home that night.
    Looking in my closet, I picked out the sexiest outfit I could get away with if Mom saw me, a pleated micro-mini-skirt in red, along with a matching bra and panties. I chose a translucent blouse, supposedly black, but you couldn't tell unless you were looking at the seams. I pondered what shoes to wear for a minute, before deciding on a