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nipples didn't look stupid, did they? Why wouldn't he touch them?

Oh, please just do it!
NO! NO! NO!
I didn't just think that! Did I?

I heard an undeniable groan coming from deep in his chest, like he was trying to muffle

it, like he didn't want me to hear it.

But why?
What is he thinking?

"They'll think nonstop about this perfect set of tits." His voice was hoarse, and he didn't

look at me as he spoke. He hadn't even blinked since the very first moment he caught sight

of my breasts.

So he thinks they're perfect?
I didn't know why, but the thought didn't disturb me as it

should have – as a matter of fact, it gave me some kind of self-confidence.

"So fucking beautiful," he whispered to himself, but I was still able to hear.

His hand squeezed my left breast a second after that, and I couldn't help but moan and

throw my head back to rest it on the wall.

The way he rubbed, squeezed and kneaded each breast was wonderful beyond words.

His erection, which he'd been grinding against my hip all along, was something else entirely.

My head was spinning, and all I could do was moan.

"Fuck!" he breathed and squeezed my breast a little bit harder. I then felt wetness on my

nipple. I opened my eyes, only to find Adrian's lips on me. I gasped and moaned in pleasure,

as Adrian moaned around my nipple, squeezing his eyes shut as he sucked and licked it like

his life depended on it.

My knees buckled, and I couldn't stand up straight. I was so grateful for his tight grip on

my hands and his body that held mine firmly pressed into the wall.

So new to me. Never… Never, ever I had felt something like that before. I didn't want

him to stop. I wanted to scream. I wanted to moan louder. I wanted to tell him how good it

felt. But I couldn't… It was too much to admit! Too
wrong
!

He stopped his attack on my nipples and I fought the urge to scream at him to get back

to it again. Thankfully his hand replaced his mouth, and he moved his tongue to my neck

and jaw, leaving frantic wet kisses, before his lips settled on mine.

Hunger.

Yearning.

Desire.

Lust.

Not just from him …

Oh, God! Not just from him …

His grinding on my hip sped up, then he trembled slightly, his lips trapping my bottom

one between them and pressing and sucking hard. I was sure he'd draw blood.

For just a moment, he was kind of quiet before his hunger and lust took over again,

after he froze for just those few moments.

His hand was on my thigh, fisting the skirt of my dress. My dress was now just a pile of

white cloth around my waist.

"Adrian!"

"I can't get enough of you. Do you want me to touch you more?"

I bit my lip and nodded.

"That's what they will think about, too!" he said breathlessly, and then his hand cupped

my sex through my panties and squeezed.

We both groaned at the same time. My head dropped down, resting on his chest, as I

was unable to hold it up anymore after he let go. I felt my panties being pulled to one side

and his middle finger was suddenly inside of me.

"Oh, my God!" I gasped.

"Fuck!" he gasped back.

I felt him pushing his erection into my hip again. It seemed to get even harder, after I'd

felt it going a little soft before he put his hand on me down there.

"So fucking wet! So fucking …
tight!"
he groaned into my neck, rubbing his erection

against me again.

"Adrian!" I gasped. "We can't do this!" My breathing became hitched as I felt his finger

starting to move in and out of me.

I moaned at the strange feelings. Nothing had ever been in there before, not even my

own fingers.

"Yes, we can," he breathed. "And we're doing it!"

I was struggling by then to stay on my feet. I was failing miserably, with only Adrian's

body keeping me standing. "T-this – oh God! This is wrong!"

"But it feels so fucking right!" he said. He did something with his finger, touching a spot

inside me that made me feel faint.

"Oh God! What are you doing?!"

"I'm finger-fucking you, little sister," he panted into my neck and rubbed his erection

harder into my hip. "And fuck me if it isn't the best thing I have ever felt in my whole

fucking life!"

Me too. Oh God! Me too.

My moans couldn't be kept inside or quiet any longer. Every time I moaned it seemed

as if it drove him crazy, but I just couldn't help it.

"Open your eyes!" he demanded in a whisper. "You have to see this. Look at me! Look

at who's making you feel so good."

I couldn't.

"Open them!" His breaths were on my face – hot, minty, and so freaking amazing.

I did. "We shouldn't…" I panted as I looked into his eyes through my lust-filled ones.

"You see, little sister," he started, still whispering, still thrusting, still rubbing. "You keep

telling me
'this is wrong and we can't'
but you never tell me to stop! You know I would stop if

you told me to!"

I'd really never told him to stop. God… How much I didn't want him to stop! But, it

was
wrong
.

His thrusts became a little bit slower, and I didn't like it. I wanted him to go faster.

"Oh, please!" I pleaded.

"Please what? Tell me what you want, baby!"

Just. Don't cal me baby!

"Adrian!" I gasped as he touched that spot again.

"Just say it! Tell me you want more!"

I can't! I can't! I can't!
Too much.

"God! Oh, God!" I moaned. My orgasm was just an inch away, and his thrusts were

faster now as if he felt it nearing.

His breath hitched, and he trembled slightly as he ground faster into my hip, then his

fingers stilled inside me.

"Tell me you want more!" he whispered into my ear.

"I can't," I cried. "Please! Don't make me say it!"

And his finger along with his hand were gone.

"I won't ever force you into anything, but I know you'll come around, Lily!" He backed

away from me.

"Adrian!" It was more like a plea. I hated the loss I felt once his body was no longer

pressed into mine, and I was too freaking
horny
. I didn't want him to go … not just yet. The

wall was the only thing that kept me on my feet.

He can't leave me like this!
I tried standing and fixing my clothes, sure that he wouldn't

come back to me again.

"Oh! By the way," he turned around. "Maybe try to take a little nap before school. You

still have a little time, and maybe you'll feel better after a little dream. Or just try some self-

loving." He winked.

"You bastard," I spat, feeling anger consume me. He was playing with me.

"If I'm a bastard, then you're a bastard, too!" he said over his shoulder as he almost

made it back to the bathroom. "And remember I'm always here if you ever want to say it,

huh? I'll be more than glad to help you with your – condition!" He snickered evilly.

"Or I can simply start dating and find someone appropriate to do it for me!"

He froze
.

"What did you just say?" he asked after he turned around. Angrily.

Bingo.

"You heard me, fucker!" I walked a step to my dresser and grabbed my hairbrush to

start brushing my hair as if nothing had just happened.

"I dare you!"

"Go fuck yourself!"

"I'll kill any fucker who'd even think about touching you."

"Repeat: Go fuck yourself!"

"I think you're the one who needs to go fuck herself in here.
And
, Dad won't ever

agree!"

"Oh, you wanna bet?"

He abruptly gave me the middle finger, then he sucked it with his smirking eyes still

locked with mine, and then he went into his room, closing the door.

I walked to my bathroom door and slammed it shut. I was pissed. I was done with him.

I was tired of him doing this to me and never being convinced that it was wrong. I was

tired of him manhandling me like that. I was tired of how his touch could affect my body

while I hardly said anything about it, as if my brain was useless.

I was just done.

I didn't know how much time I spent sitting on my bed, trying to gather my thoughts

and decide what should I do. But eventually, I realized that dating was really my only way

out.

I needed someone in my life.

I needed a boyfriend.

Maybe if I had one, I'd stop thinking about how good my brother made me feel

sometimes, or stop dreaming about him, or thinking about the stuff he did with his

girlfriend.

I had to do it.

I was pretty scared of what my father would say to me when I asked for his permission, and

I seriously didn't know what I was going to say to him anyway.

I made it down the stairs, spotting Adrian right away standing by the staircase. He was

ogling my whole body as if it was the most wonderful thing on earth. I caught myself

wondering why he was like that.

Why couldn't he just forget about me? He could have any girl he wanted, and he had everything a girl

could ever dream about… Why me?

When his eyes caught mine, I glared at him, and he only licked his lips in response.

Slowly. My thoughts went somewhere else, back in time to when he used that tongue to

drive me insane with lust.

I felt the heat of my blush making its way to my face so I looked away. Yeah, I knew he

had major power over my body, but that didn't mean I wouldn't try to hide that from him.

He must not know.

My parents were sitting by the kitchen table. Dad was sipping his coffee as he read the

newspaper, while Mom was spreading some butter on her French toast.

A perfect family.
I mentally snorted at them. Here they were looking like the most perfect

family on earth, living as if nothing was wrong. My mom was young and beautiful – you'd

think I was her sister, not her daughter. My dad was one of the most successful surgeons in

Seattle, who hardly had time to breathe. They had the perfect kids, a boy and a girl who

never made less than an A on any exam.

If they only knew what their
"
Perfect Kids
"
were doing just a few minutes ago …

"Daddy?" I started, maybe using a little of my
spoiled daddy's little girl charm
in my voice –

God knows I need it.

"Hmm?" He looked up from the paper in his hand to face me.

"I … um, I want to talk to you about something," I said while looking at the ground,

willing it to open up and swallow me whole. I was so embarrassed for some reason.

"Sure, what is it?"

"I …uh, … I …" I looked at Mom, begging her with my eyes for some help, but she

just looked confused. I glanced at Adrian, and he had the same confused look on his face as

Mom. The idiot really thought I wasn't going to do it.

"Do you want to go to my office, Lily?" Dad asked, placing the paper on the table.

"Uh, no …It's fine, I just … Uh, well, I’m going to graduate soon and—"
God help me!

"…uh, there is this guy in my school, h—he asked me out more than one time and … uh, …

I want to say yes," I lied.

"Lily, sweetheart, we’ve talked about this before and you know the rule."

"But, Dad, I'm almost eighteen; I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm the only one my age

who's not allowed to date."

"Lily, I—"

"Dave," Mom started, "I think Lily is mature enough to make good decisions."

"But, Beth, she's not even eighteen yet."

"Honey, it's just a matter of a few months until she leaves for college. It's better that she

starts dating now and learns more about the kind of relationship she wants before she starts

a new period of her life. Don't you think?"

Way to go, Mom! I freaking love you!

"Sweetheart, I don't think it's—"

"Please, Dad, even Adrian is allowed to date and we’re the same age. It's not fair." I

pointed in the idiot's direction without looking.

"I'm older!" he huffed.

"By ten minutes, asshole!"

"Language, Lillian," Mom warned.

"Sorry."

"The only reason I don't want you to date is that you’re so innocent, and I don’t want

someone to break your heart, sweetie."