Page 20 of Deliverance

“What’s all this?” she asks as she drunkenly points at some candles that are curing.

“Candles,” I answer drily.

“You makes them?” Bridgette slurs.

“I makes them.” I snark.

“They are pretty. Like you.”

I can’t help but roll my eyes at that.

“Hey,” she says as she stumbles over before flopping down onto my bed. “Are you mad at me? You are, aren’t you?”

“Why would I be mad at you?” I sigh.

“Because I wanted to forget about our kiss.”

“Sweetheart, you’re not the first woman I’ve kissed that’s questioning her sexuality. In fact, it happens often. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is, though,” she says with a dramatic sigh as she flops all the way down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Why?”

Her head turns to face me. “Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it all day.”

I do my best to remain unphased because what am I supposed to do with that information? When I stay quiet, she continues talking as she forces herself to sit up.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Your soft full lips, the way they felt, the way you tasted,” she says as she begins slowly crawling up my body.

Every instinct in my body is telling me to push her away, but for some dumb reason, I stay completely still. She makes it all the way up to me before her legs straddle my lap and her arms wind around my shoulders.

“I can’t stop thinking about what would have happened if we would have kept going,” she says, lowering her face to mine until our mouths are just inches apart.

I meant what I said. If she wanted more, she’d have to come to me. I’m not interested in playing the game of chasing after the confused straight girl. Her ass wiggles a little in my lap, though, and fuck, it’s hard to remain completely impassive. Bridgette is breathtakingly gorgeous, even when she’s a messy drunk like this.

Slowly, I allow myself to tangle my fingers through her hair. It’s so soft and sleek, like silk in my hands. I do so over and over again and she sinks into my touch, tipping her head back as she lets out a pleasured sigh that has my panties soaking. Goddamnit. This is bad. I can’t get involved with her. My stepsister, seriously? If my mom or her dad found out, it would be our necks. Literally, I’m sure of it. When she is only a hair’s width away from my mouth, though, ask me how my self-control is doing.

“Maggie, I’m coming to you,” she says.

“Yeah,” I rasp, the hand not in her hair coming down to cup her ass. “You wanting to experiment a little, baby B?”

She hesitates for a moment, uncertainty flashing across her face as she ducks her head.

“Hey,” I say as I catch her chin, tipping her face up so she looks at me. “Nothing has to happen. You can walk out this door and head to your room and we’ll pretend like nothing happened, okay?”

She nuzzles into my hand before her eyes come to me. The look is heavy, the air around us thick as she leans forward once more, closing the distance between us. Once again, I’m reminded of how perfect her lips are. So pillowy soft and sweet. She wiggles her ass on me again and I drag her closer to me, deepening the kiss as her hands cup my face.

Her tongue meets mine first and I take full advantage of the access, twirling my tongue around her, sucking her into my mouth. Shit. Wrong or not, making out with my stepsister is hot as fuck.

I feel her hands move from my face before coming to my tits. I’m just wearing a tank top, no bra, a fact that she seems to appreciate as her hands roam over me, squeezing and flicking her thumbs against my nipples.

A moan slips out of me and Bridgette’s eyes come to mine before she looks at me.

“Can I see them?” she asks hesitantly.

My hand rubs soothingly against her ass as I nod.

“Pull my shirt down.”

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