Owned by My MC Stepbroter

Chapter3

I warm between my legs immediately. I hate that he has this effect on me, but I really cannot help myself. I look at him, him looking at me. I know that he means me, he must. Why then, did he not just step into my room and help me with my little problem. He probably has some principled code about sleeping with family members. We are not family though, not really, and ifwe did fuck, it would be a once off, our little secret.

I find my mind drifting to the other lovers I have had. The list isn’t long, but they were all amateurs for the most part.

Boys my own age, who excited meat the time, but who I know were just pawns in my chess game of lust. I needed a hard cock, and hard cocks are easy to come by with boys ages 16 to 21. Hell, any age seems to be prime for men, and so I start to wonder if it is at all possible for Tyler to look at me like that. I’m good at keeping secrets, and Tyler would have to be a secret. But what if he just looked at me with pity; a kid who had to pleasure herself in the secret darkness, without any hope of being fucked in the light.

After breakfast I go to my room, and put on a bikini that my mother bought me for the purpose of this holiday. I’ve always considered myself as a bit of a tomboy, but for the purposes of realizing this fantasy that has now taken a firm hold on me, I decide to forgo my usual board shorts and t-shirt, and make myself look like a girl, like a woman. I join the rest of the family by the pool, and recline on one of the deck chairs, looking at Tyler, hoping that he notices me.

He does notice me, and suddenly I am very self-conscious. He doesn’t even hide it, coming to lie on the deck chair right next to hers. I look from his bulge up his chest, hairy, shaped and firm, and back down to his bulge again. He catches my eyes,

watching them move over him, undressing him. He places a hand on his dick, and I avert my gaze momentarily. What was he trying to do? What he trying to flirt with me, to seduce me?

I look at his dick again, almost willing it to get hard, thinking that this will embarrass him somehow. All he does is adjust his hardening cock in his shorts however, and he looks directly at my cunt. I almost feel the fabric of the bikini bottom disappear, so that again I feel extremely exposed. I cannot take this. I don’t know how this flirting shit works anyway, so I take my towel and my iPod, and leave them to their sunbathing.

I think of walking down to the beach, but the sun is really beating down heavy on the island now. I hate the heat, intrusive and all-consuming. I decide to go to my room, and to take myself on another trip down the garden path to orgasm. If Tyler intended to get under my skin then he has succeeded. I hate him for this. How is it that a guy who hasn’t spoken two sentences tome since we arrived on this paradise hell creep into my thoughts so quickly. I decide to wash him off me with the cold water in my private shower.

The water from the nozzle in the shower beats down hard on my back. It wets my hair completely and then falls wildly on my breasts, creating serious rapids on my curves. I hate admitting it to myself, but as far as bodies go, mine was seriously banging. Who could blame Tyler for teasing me the way he has been. He is thirtyish though, and he probably has a string of lovers back where he comes from. Strange how I don’t even know where he lives, strange how interested I am suddenly in this information. I remove the bikini top and then the bottom, and let them sit on the shower floor like wet meat. Then I reach for the soap and attempt to wash Tyler’s eyes off my body, off my breasts, off my aching pussy.

My pussy is really aching now, deep inside, so that I know that my usual DIY won’t do the trick. Still, I must try; try to rid myself ofthe thoughts that are becoming an obsession forme now. I dig deep and I dig hard. I try to reach the source ofthis beating inside myself, but fall just a little short. Fuck my mother for bringing us to this island, so devoid of any real talent, so that I know that there is nobody else around that could scratch the incredible itchI now have.

I pull on my clit, hard, but to no avail. Nothing will satisfy this hunger inside me now. I need to get offthis island. This is impossible I know, not now, not yet, since we have three days before the plane that brought us here will come and fetch us, return us to civilization, and get me away from Tyler.