Resist My Twin Stepbrothers

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

"What are you doing?" She asked, looking at me with wide eyes.

I smirked, spread my knees and circled my hands around to the small of her back to pull her in closer. She moved without resistance, and I grew excited.

"Do you hate it?" I retorted.

She looked nervous behind the shock, but after a few seconds, she shook her head. I relaxed, then sur—prised myself, because I hadn't realized I was nervous, too. I'd been spending a lot of time around Anita recent—ly, and I didn't realize when my view of her changed, but I knew what I wanted to do with the two of us locked inside her bedroom.

Giving her a calculating look, I dropped back on her bed, and tugged her down with me, so she fell into my chest. Anita let out a yelp as we fell, but she still didn't try to move away. Grinning, I rolled her over, so she was under me.

"Can I kiss you?" I whispered.

She blinked up at me, then tentatively nodded her head.

I didn't hesitate, letting out a groan as I ducked my head to press my lips to hers. There was a voice in the back of my head telling me to be careful, she might not be used to being kissed, but it lasted for about a sec—ond, then I was devouring her. I wanted her, and I didn't think my brain could take any more of the wait.

Lucky for me, Anita wasn't against the plan. I felt her body stiffen when I kissed her, but then she sighed, parted her lips for my tongue, and her arms wrapped around my neck.

"I don't think I can stop, Anita," I admitted, pull—ing away from her mouth to run kissed along her swan—like neck. I wanted to rip her clothes off and have my way with her, but I wasn't sure if she would let me.

Anita groaned. "I don't want you to."

"Good," I growled.

I caught the bottom of her sweater and tugged it up. Anita pulled her arms away, so I could pull it off her, along with the t—shirt she had on underneath. I explored her chest with soft kisses before I moved on to nip at her nipples through her bra. I pushed the cups out of the way and sucked on one hardened nub, and she let out a loud moan as her back arched and her arms tightened around me again.

Her fingers clawed at my shirt before she started tugging on it.

"Off," she gasped. "Not just me. I want to feel your skin against me."

I hummed, and reluctantly pulled away to unbut—ton my shirt quickly. I was too impatient to undo all the buttons and pulled the shirt up over my head. I kissed her again as I shoved the shirt away, and we scrambled to get naked, Anita's urgency increasing to beat mine. In the short pauses in between kisses to catch our breaths, she would place kisses all over my chin and jaws, giving an occasional nip.

"Fuck, Anita," I groaned, kicking my jeans. "You're so sexy."

She just moaned in response. We were in nothing but our underwear, Anita's legs wrapped around my hips, and I rocked against her, rubbing my erection into her sex through her panties. Sweet little cries poured from her throat that made me grow more and more ex—cited.

"Ugh," I groaned, forcing myself to stop and kneel above her.

Panting, she fluttered her eyes open. The look she leveled on me had me groaning some more. Her lips were swollen and dark red from all the rough kissing; her cheeks flushed, eyes bright with want. I took a deep breath, and tried to rein in my own body.

"Why did you stop?" she complained, breathless.

I let out a strained laugh. "If I didn't stop, it would be over before we got to the really fun part."

She groaned in disappointment, her hands on my back trying to tug me down, so I was laying on top of her again. I braced down on my forearm but refused to close the space between us just yet and pushed my other hand underneath her to reach for the clasp of her bra. Her arms withdrew from around my back, so she could pull off the straps and toss it off the bed. I stared at her breasts as my mouth watered. I wanted to take my time and enjoy them, but my cock pulsed in my briefs. That barrier between us went next, then her panties, and we were both left naked on the bed.