more than I want to admit.
But I'm confused. Is he offering to pay for my school full stop, or only if I let his hand continue on its journey to the hot and wet center of my body? He continues to look at me, his eyes feel like they are drinking in my soul. His hand remains where it stopped, hovering inches from my panty covered pussy.
"That would be... great," I say, almost whispering. I want to ask whether there are strings attached, but I'm not even sure I want to know. If he says yes, I'll be tempted to tell him to fuck off and leave. But I don't want him to leave. I want him to stay. I want his hand to continue.
His lips move closer to mine, less than an inch apart now. "There's something I'd like you to do for me."
I'm spell bound by his eyes, held captive by the scent of his breath and the hand between my legs. He wants me to do something for him, but he didn't say that it was in return for his offer.
"Anything," I say. "Whatever you want." I lean forward to bridge the gap between us and touch my mouth to his. There is an immediate spark that I feel shoot through me, but it is brief as he sits back and studies me before saying anything more. His gaze travels down my face and along my body, giving me a long slow once over. His eyes finally return to mine and he raises an eyebrow suggestively. "Be careful with the words you choose," he says. "Anything is a very broad term."
"I know what I said," I reply. My pussy is already wet with anticipation. I had thought about him as well, and now that I know he wants me, to hell with the taboo of him being my step brother. I just want him to fuck me. Hard.
He again just looks at me without saying anything for what feels like minutes, his eyes still drilling into me, almost as if they were trying to push through and see my limits. Growing up Jason always seemed like such a straight laced guy, but my mind flashes back to some of the stuff I found on his computer. There is obviously a darker side to him. He finally nods at me.
"Here's how it's going to work," he says. "You will do everything I ask without question or hesitation. If you do that, both of us will leave here satisfied. Understand?"
I'm still not clear if what he means is that if I make him happy, then he'll pay for my school, or if I make him cum he'll return the favor. Right now I'm hoping it's the latter, because I don't even care about school at the moment. Something about Jason's authoritative tone is making me very wet, and all I want to do is wrap my legs around his face and have him lick me until I scream. My pussy yearns to feel his touch, so I just nod at him until I see him smile.
My billionaire brother immediately stands and reaches out to take hold of my hand, pulling me to my feet as well. He walks slowly around in a circle, his eyes drinking in each curve of my body. I'm starting to believe what he's said about thinking about me all these years. It's in his eyes and the way he's drinking me in.
His hand reaches up slowly and touches my face, running warm fingers down my skin and to my neck, sending shivers up my spine. His hand continues to descend, wherever we make contact he leaves behind a trail of goose bumps. He finally reaches my breasts and traces along the tops of them, above the bra. First on my right and then over to my left. His fingers slip down under the top of the lace and I can feel the backs of them barely graze against my nipple, causing me to inhale sharply, hoping he'll continue. This is it. My step brother is touching my tits. If I don't stop him now, there's no going back from this.
There's no way I'm stopping him.
His thumb and fingers close on the fabric around my breast and then suddenly he gives a yank, tearing the material from my chest. I let out a huge gasp and he immediately grabs my nipple hard, giving it a squeeze and
But I'm confused. Is he offering to pay for my school full stop, or only if I let his hand continue on its journey to the hot and wet center of my body? He continues to look at me, his eyes feel like they are drinking in my soul. His hand remains where it stopped, hovering inches from my panty covered pussy.
"That would be... great," I say, almost whispering. I want to ask whether there are strings attached, but I'm not even sure I want to know. If he says yes, I'll be tempted to tell him to fuck off and leave. But I don't want him to leave. I want him to stay. I want his hand to continue.
His lips move closer to mine, less than an inch apart now. "There's something I'd like you to do for me."
I'm spell bound by his eyes, held captive by the scent of his breath and the hand between my legs. He wants me to do something for him, but he didn't say that it was in return for his offer.
"Anything," I say. "Whatever you want." I lean forward to bridge the gap between us and touch my mouth to his. There is an immediate spark that I feel shoot through me, but it is brief as he sits back and studies me before saying anything more. His gaze travels down my face and along my body, giving me a long slow once over. His eyes finally return to mine and he raises an eyebrow suggestively. "Be careful with the words you choose," he says. "Anything is a very broad term."
"I know what I said," I reply. My pussy is already wet with anticipation. I had thought about him as well, and now that I know he wants me, to hell with the taboo of him being my step brother. I just want him to fuck me. Hard.
He again just looks at me without saying anything for what feels like minutes, his eyes still drilling into me, almost as if they were trying to push through and see my limits. Growing up Jason always seemed like such a straight laced guy, but my mind flashes back to some of the stuff I found on his computer. There is obviously a darker side to him. He finally nods at me.
"Here's how it's going to work," he says. "You will do everything I ask without question or hesitation. If you do that, both of us will leave here satisfied. Understand?"
I'm still not clear if what he means is that if I make him happy, then he'll pay for my school, or if I make him cum he'll return the favor. Right now I'm hoping it's the latter, because I don't even care about school at the moment. Something about Jason's authoritative tone is making me very wet, and all I want to do is wrap my legs around his face and have him lick me until I scream. My pussy yearns to feel his touch, so I just nod at him until I see him smile.
My billionaire brother immediately stands and reaches out to take hold of my hand, pulling me to my feet as well. He walks slowly around in a circle, his eyes drinking in each curve of my body. I'm starting to believe what he's said about thinking about me all these years. It's in his eyes and the way he's drinking me in.
His hand reaches up slowly and touches my face, running warm fingers down my skin and to my neck, sending shivers up my spine. His hand continues to descend, wherever we make contact he leaves behind a trail of goose bumps. He finally reaches my breasts and traces along the tops of them, above the bra. First on my right and then over to my left. His fingers slip down under the top of the lace and I can feel the backs of them barely graze against my nipple, causing me to inhale sharply, hoping he'll continue. This is it. My step brother is touching my tits. If I don't stop him now, there's no going back from this.
There's no way I'm stopping him.
His thumb and fingers close on the fabric around my breast and then suddenly he gives a yank, tearing the material from my chest. I let out a huge gasp and he immediately grabs my nipple hard, giving it a squeeze and
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