AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I felt crushed. I’d been hoping that as soon as Victor left, Andrew would invite me back to Boston. He couldn’t expect me to stay here alone, could he? Of-course he could, I thought bitterly. Why would he feel the need to help someone he barely knows? He’s probably just visiting as a courtesy – that’s all. It’s not like he really cares about me at all.
“Did you have fun?” Mom was standing in the hallway, her arms crossed over her chest. She glared at me. “I’m surprised you even came back.”
For once, I wanted to smack her.
“I had to come back,” I said stiffly. “I live here.”
“Hey, Carissa,” Andrew said. “Dinner soon?”
She glared at him. “Yes,” she snapped. “Your father and I have been waiting for almost an hour.”
As soon as she walked out of the room, I rolled my eyes.
“She’s a piece of work,” Andrew muttered under his breath as we walked into the living room. “I don’t know how you put up with her.”
“I can’t for much longer,” I whispered back as we walked to our places at the table and sat down. “She’s driving me crazy.”
We barely talked at dinner. Dean even had a book out, resting on the table. He forked meat into his mouth with one hand, flipping pages with the other.
When I felt Andrew’s toes against my leg, I jumped and cried out in surprise.
“Eek!”
“Kristin?” Mom looked up. “Are you okay?”
I nodded and blushed. “I’m fine,” I mumbled. “Sorry.”
Andrew kept his toes against my leg, slowly rubbing up and down. The contact of his skin against mine was driving me wild and I had to clutch the edge of the table so I wouldn’t start losing my mind, right then and there. Inside my new bra, my breasts tingled with excitement. I want him to touch me again, I realized, staring deeply into Andrew’s dark eyes. I want him to make me come.
After dinner, I went up to my room, trying to hear snatches of conversation from downstairs. Andrew was arguing with Mom and Dean over something, but I had no idea what they were talking about. I changed into a pink crop top and athletic shorts. My silk panties were soaked with arousal, but I didn’t change them as I climbed into bed.
Maybe everything will be clearer in the morning, I thought. Maybe then I’ll really know what it is that I have to do.
I woke up with a start at the sound of a loud noise. When I saw Andrew’s shadowy figure moving through my room, I cried out in alarm.
“Oh my god,” I yelped, covering my hand with my mouth. “You scared the hell out of me!”
Andrew held a finger to his lips. “Shh,” he whispered. He grinned and winked at me in the darkness. I realized that my panties were soaked with arousal, even now, and I shifted uncomfortably in bed, feeling exposed in my crop top and tiny shorts. Before I could stop him, or say anything at all, Andrew climbed on top of me. Through the cotton blanket on top of my bed, I could feel that he was rock hard.
“Do you like that,” he whispered, pressing his erection into my ass. I whimpered, slowly, as he stopped touching me. Gently, he used one of his legs to drive mine apart, and rubbed his thigh between my legs. The rough pressure sent spasms of pleasure through my body; unconsciously, I ground back against him.
“Andrew,” I panted, my sore nipples begging for his touch. “Please.”
“I should show you a few things,” he said quietly into my ear, pulling his hands out of the front of my top. My nipples throbbed against the fabric of my top, aching for more of him. I didn’t say anything; I felt my tense body slowly start to relax in his warm, strong arms.
“Why?” I asked, willing my voice not to tremble. Andrew stroked his fingertips down my arms, giving me goose bumps.
“Kristin,” he said gently, nuzzling my neck. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to fuck me, just by myself, without Victor?”
I blushed madly, not answering.
His fingers were lower and lower, and he stroked a hand across my lower belly, skimming the edge of my shorts. I felt a lurch inside and felt my skin get hot, a whimper catching in the back of my throat.
“I think you want me,” he teased, “or you’re a damn good liar, not to mention a horrible tease. Imagine, my little sister, the biggest cocktease I know,” he said, in a more thoughtful tone, as he continued to stroke my belly, pushing my shorts down and fingering the edge of my panties. My crotch pulsed; I wanted his hand to keep moving further and further even though I felt so humiliated. I was turned on like never before, not even when I’d been with him and Victor together.
“Maybe,” I gasped, struggling against his grasp. He tightened his other arm across my chest. “Maybe I just want to see what it’s like,” I said, biting my lip and looking down.
He slipped one of his fingers inside the elastic of my panties, teasing the little tuft of pubic hair. I squirmed against him, biting my lip. He pulled his finger slowly out of my panties and shorts, running his hand back up and over my hard nipples. “You are such a little slut,” he nuzzled me. “You want it so bad and you don’t even know.”
