STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 33

Scarletts P.O.V

Its not the way friends and family cheer you, screaming your name proudly from their seats in the

auditorium that makes your grin sinfully as you climb the steps to the stage to receive your diploma.

No. Its the taste of Oliver on your tongue; the salty remnants of of his orgasm which reminds you of the

pure pleasure you evoked within him.

He actually came on my tongue... and I drank every fucking drop.

The lights beaming on you are too bright to seek out Oliver's familiar gaze, but you can feel his eyes on

you, greedily drinking you in like you're meant for his gaze only. Its unnerving in all the right ways. You

know your nipples are hard, hidden by your graduation gown, thankfully.

One thing is for sure. I'm doing that again.

After you gracefully receive your diploma and graduation is finished, the celebration migrates back to

your house in the form of light music, family, Bri and takeout. Your mother excitedly begins showing

photos she's taken of you. You admire the candid photo she got of you hugging Bri.

"That's such a cute little memory! I'll have to have it printed out... how about one of you and Oliver,

Scar?"

Your eyes move to the kitchen where Oliver is wiping something he's spilled on the counter, but upon

resting your eyes on him, a slow smile spreads on his lips.

God, when he looks at me like that... I cant think straight.

"I uh, sure. Why not"

"Wouldn't want to forget this day"

For emphasis, Oliver presses his thumb against his bottom lip, his eyes trained on your mouth as he

nears you.

Holy shit! He's talking about earlier... when I had my mouth wrapped around him.

"Isn't that right, Scar?"

He utters your name slowly when he stands beside you and wraps his arm around your waists, making

sure to graze your hip with his fingers. You jump from his touch, clearing your throat awkwardly as your

mom raises a questioning brow at you.

"Why are you so jumpy, Scarlett?"

Oh maybe because your boyfriends son is making suggestive remarks about when I sucked his dick...

and its all I can think about.

"Its been a long day. I'm probably just hungry"

Your mom shrugs, stepping backwards as she begins to angle her phone towards you. Oliver's soft

chuckle vibrates his chest as he tilts his head closer to yous. His voice is barely a whisper - careful to

be heard only by your ears.

"Hungry?"

He's provoking me... two can play at this game.

"Maybe. I don't think I was satisfied enough earlier. I'm hungry for more"

"Just the thought of it, Scar... makes me hard as hell"

You move your head forward to glance at his jeans where you find a bulge forming. He turns slightly

sideways, careful to shield it from your mom as she raises her phone once again.

"I can still taste you"

"Okay! Cheese on three!"

You firm your lips, holding in your laughter as she takes a quick picture of you and Oliver.

"Perfect! Food will be here soon, Scar. Why don't you go change"

"Yeah, Scarlett"

Bri emerges from the hallway, a cheeky grin on her face as she glances between you and Oliver. Her

graduation gown is off, and now she's dressed in a cute, light pink dress that gently hugs her curves.

You can tell she's teasing you. She wiggles her brows when your moms not looking.

"Fine.. I'll go get changed."

"Sure you don't need any help? Oliver?"

Is she fucking insane? She cannot be saying shit like that!

You warily shift your eyes to your mom and Kirk, sighing with relief when you see them heading

towards the living room with some drinks in hand.

I stare I'm going to smother her with a damn pillow! She doesn't know when to stop talking!

"Bri, what the hell?"

"Relax, I knew they weren't listening. Besides, I was quiet when I said it"

"She's not wrong... I'm more than obliged to help you out of what your wearing, but I cant guarantee to

keep my hands off you"

Oliver's fingers reluctantly let go of your waist and he steps sideways, crossing his arms over his chest.

The last thing I want is for him to keep his hands to himself. This might not be the place or right

moment, but its only a matter of time. God, its tempting.

Wordlessly, you turn, disappearing down the hall. You half expect him to follow you, but you don't hear All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

the heavy sound of his footsteps behind you when you get to the basement stairs.

Damn... I'm so turned on... I barely know what to do with myself.

You reach for your bedroom door, pushing into the room before closing it behind you, and pressing

your back against it to take a steady breath. Oliver shrouds your mind, evading your excess like a virus

you don't want to be rid of; destructive, but enlightening in a way you come to appreciate.

I swear this isn't going to end good. I mean, how could it?? With our parents and everything involved.

And Theresa... Its only a matter of time before my mom finds out. I'm surprised she left when she did. I

completely expected her to run and tell Kirk and my mom right at the school.

We should count ourselves lucky I guess.

You walk deeper into your room, unzipping your gown and letting it fall to the floor at your feet. You step

out of it, pulling the cap off your head to toss it onto your bed.

"Don't stop there"

His voice startled you. You whip around fast enough to make your head spin, widening your eyes with

surprise when you notice him in the doorway.

"Keep going, baby"

"Oliver... what if we get caught?"

"Oh, we wont"

He steps deeper into the room, closing the door behind him, before walking towards you. You hold your

breath, completely vulnerable to his salacious gaze as he slides his eyes down your body.

"Take of the dress, Scarlett... I know you want to"

Of course I want to... its all I can fucking think about... every fucking waking moment.

"Why don't you come take it off? Show me exactly what I'm missing"

Your insides clench when he narrows his eyes, hunger portrayed in the slow, deliberate way his tongue

moistens his bottom lip before he bites it. You're breathless, panting a he nears.

"Defiant today aren't you? Oh Scarlett, I don't think you want me too"

"And why is that?"

He moves so he's mere inches from you, snickering as he lifts a hand to graze the straps of your dress,

teasingly dragging one down your arm. His touch ignites you. You feel yourself getting wetter as he

gazes his hand up your neck and squeezes gently.

"Because, I wont just take it off you"