Resist My Twin Stepbrothers

Chapter 3

My words were broken apart by the heavy breath working through my lungs. "I knew you were a light sleeper," I admitted.

Everything felt so strange. My body tingled and my insides clenched. His hand slid higher until the tips of his fingers brushed against my panties. I jumped in reaction, relaxing again when he didn't move higher or pull his hand away.

"Have you been with anybody since I was away? Or did the little bastards who chased your skirt remember what I told them when I left?"

My eyes widened at his words. "What are you talking about?" I didn't know if it was because my head was hanging down and the blood had rushed to my brain, but I felt dizzy, not fully comprehending what was going on.

His hand pushed higher, the tip of his finger rubbing the skin between my legs from over my panties. I gasped, my hips pushing up against his touch.

"Dirty little girl." He laughed.

What was happening? I didn't understand. He was my brother. This was wrong, but I didn't want it to stop. My fingers gripped his legs tighter.

"I haven't been with anyone." I breathlessly admitted.

A shuddering sound rattled out of his lungs, his cock pressing against my stomach even more. With a finger, he flicked my panties aside and I gasped when the tip explored the skin.

"Good. I'm glad those assholes listened. I told them all I'd kill them if I got home and found out they touched you." The tip of his finger found my clit and my hips rolled in reaction. Closing my eyes, I tried to convince myself it didn't feel good. But, holy fuck, it did.

Using the hand he'd been holding over my back, he reached down and pulled my skirt up higher, the cold air in the room brushing over the heat between my legs. I went limp in response, completely lost to the moment. It had to be the alcohol. There was no reason I should have been feeling the way I was.

Sliding his finger down, he pushed just the tip inside me andI cried out, my body trembling at the touch.

"Do you like that?"

"I - I ." I couldn't talk. I was frozen in place, not wanting him to stop. This was crazy. He was my stepbrother, the guy I'd hated since we were kids. But in my head, all I could see was the perfection of his body, the beauty of his face. I could barely remember what he looked like before he left for the military.

"Yes," I finally admitted.

" Stand up."

He pulled his hands away from me andI pushed myself up, staggering on my own feet when I stoodin front of him.

He looked up at me and the scant light in the room sharpened the features of his face. He was beautiful .so fucking handsome that I bit my lip to notice it for the first time.

With his eyes locked to mine, his smile turned wicked. "I've always wanted you, Eden. Even when we were kids. How does that make you feel?"

"Weird," I told him honestly.

My eyes searched his body, holding a little too long on the evidence of his arousal that was tenting it pants. I shuddered, swaying in place where I stood.

"You can walk out of this room right now .or you can stay. It's your choice. But if you stay, whatever happens has to be our little secret." His voice was so low it vibrated through me, touching me in places I didn't realize existed inside me.

What the hell was I doing?I should have run out of there, run to my room where it was safe and where things weren't weird. But I couldn't help my curiosity - I couldn't help the way that I felt when I examined every toned and taut muscle of his smooth and tan body. He looked dangerous and far too controlled. I liked the feelings he was creating in me.

"I'll stay," I stumbled over the words, but they were still clear enough to understand.

He grinned seductively, mischief and the promise of something wicked in the silver-blue of his eyes.

Crooking a finger, he silently beckoned me towards him. I inched my feet forward, my legs too shaky to trust a solid step. Holding a finger over his lips, he told me to stay quiet. I nodded in response, promising to not say a word.

With his eyes locked to mine, he reached out and slid a hand up my thigh, once again going high enough to brush a finger over my soaked panties. His body flexed when he felt how wet I'd become. My body shivered, nobody had touched me before - but I had touched myself. I knew how good it could feel.

Whispering, he asked, "You won't say a word about this to anybody, right?"

I shook my head, making a promise to keep whatever happened between

us.

"Good. Take off your shirt."