Page 61 of Grounded
And yet, I look down anyway.
From his chest to his sexy stomach, to the lining of his shorts. There it is, an impressive bulge fighting against the fabric like it wants to break free. I had a chance to feel that beneath my lap, and I didn't take it. He is not small in the slightest.
"You're still a fucking tease, Amelia. You really think you'll be saying no to me next time?"
IleavetheJacuzzias the sensation of pins and needles puncture my extremities.
I'm so fucking horny and on edge. I don't know what I would have done if Amelia did, in fact, sit on my lap. Actually, that’s a lie. I would have fucked her brains out if she let me, no condom and chlorine be damned.
But I could see the look in her eyes. She wanted to see it, wanted to feel it, but knew it'd be wrong. Is that why this feels so good? That vulnerable feeling of wanting someone you can't have, knowing it might be everything in the moment but ultimately can't last?
I shut my bedroom door as blood surges into my lower half.
My heart is pumping, and I'm breathing like I ended an hour-long fuck.
The intoxication is still swimming throughout my veins. Amelia's breath in my ear, the hunger in her eyes, the provocation behind her voice.
I don't know if Amelia scaled the outside walls of the house to enter through her balcony or what, but I haven't heard a peep since I locked myself behind my door.
I'm still semi hard as I dim my lights and beat off to the image of Amelia in my face, asking, "What are you waiting for?"
I'm waiting for her to come to her senses so that she can come all over me.
But I'm brought back to earth when I remember how taboo this is.
"She's your goddamn stepsister," I whisper to myself in shame, yet saying the words aloud is turning me on even more.
She’s off limits. Newly single. Not interested in a rebound. But my hand increases speed, and I pump my fist like I'd be pumping my dick inside Amelia.
It's insane what the imagination can do. I picture her flawless breasts bouncing like when she was chest level with my eyes. I'd show her everything she was missing and give it to her so good other men would never again measure up.
I come hard in my hand.
Fuck, I needed that.
IknowseeingAmeliaafter last night is going to be awkward as hell. If I could, I'd pretend the taunting last night never happened, but I think this one might be too massive to overlook.
She must be off today because I didn't hear the garage open this morning. My room is directly above it, and depending on how the night went, the mere opening of it will disrupt my sleep.
That necessary tug relieved me of a lot of stress I didn't realize was weighing me down.
I can be the bigger person in our situation, so as soon as I'm done showering and getting ready for the day, I'm going to find Amelia, apologize, and call a truce.
We can't keep this going. One of us is going to push it too far and ultimately hurt the other, or she's going to find a job and move out, leaving our strained situation worse than ten years ago. And this was not my goal when I decided to come back. I wanted to reconcile and make peace.
Her room is quiet and closed off as I make my way to our shared bathroom.
When the door opens, I'm surprised there's plenty of room for me to walk through the doorway.
Normally, Amelia's pile of clothes is so large it blocks the entrance, making me shove my way through like I'm trying to complete an obstacle course.
But lo and behold, there is no mountain of dirty clothes anywhere in sight.
"Progress," I mutter to myself. The truce should go well today if she's already making strides in being cleaner.
Turning the shower on and letting the water warm up, I remove my shirt and boxers and stand naked in the bathroom. There are a couple of red blotches on my stomach from the belly flop. The skin is sensitive to touch, so I leave it alone and let them heal without poking.
Checking the water temperature, I fan my hand against the stream and it's still chilly.
