When Bryan realized the apartment was empty, he rolled his eyes, trying to stamp down the annoyance bubbling up inside of him as he took out his phone—and just as he did it buzzed, a new text from Hannah popping up, "srry girls kidnapped me for a night out!! there's a surrprise in my room 4 u tho enjoyy ;)))"
It wasn't the first date she'd canceled like this, and it wouldn't be the last—that's just how Hannah was, and he was pretty used to it by now. Flipping on the lights and kicking off his shoes, Bryan walked through the small cluttered living room, down the narrow hallway to the last door on the right.
He wasn't expecting to see Hannah's younger step-sister Liv lying on her bed, limbs sprawled out on top of the mattress in nothing but a tank top and striped panties.
He had only met Liv once at a party when Hannah and her friends first moved into their apartment, nearly a year ago. Liv had been a freshman in college then, and somehow stilled blushed whenever Hannah's roommates made a dirty joke or tried to cajole her into playing Never Have I Ever.
"Don't you think she's cute?" Hannah had slurred. And yes, Liv was cute...but only cute. Long skirts and high collared blouses, hair pulled back severely and eyes that never met his. Nothing like Hannah, who that same night begged Bryan to fuck her even with her step-sister just a few feet away on a blowup mattress. "Don't worry about it—she can sleep through anything, I swear."
And Liv did sleep through it—even when the neighbors yelled at them through the shared wall, Liv slept through all of it. Just like she was sleeping now.
Without even realizing it, Bryan stepped further into the messy bedroom, nearly tripping over a pile of laundry.
Heart hammering in his chest, Bryan stood over the bed, watching the gentle rise and fall of Liv's chest as she slept. On her back, one arm slung over her tummy, the other up over her head on the pillow with her legs sprawled out, she looked nothing like Hannah. Dark curls instead of icy blonde, pale compared to Hannah's year round tan, petite where Hannah was curvy. Her full lips parted, nipples hard and poking through her tight tanktop...she wasn't just cute anymore, either.
His hand moved on it's own accord, stroking light fingers up the inside of her exposed thigh. He ran then up and down, and Liv made a soft, pleased sigh. Bryan's belly flipped, freezing.
"Liv?" he said. Then, louder, "Liv?"
She didn't move. Through her pale pink tanktop, he could see the peak of her nipples. Bryan's heartbeat spiked and without thinking, his hand cupped her through the shirt, feeling her soft and warm breast.
"Fuck," he hissed, her nipple hardening under his palm as he squeezed and rolled her breast gently. He kneeled, getting closer. "Look at that."
With the pad of his thumb, he circled her stiff nipple through the thin material. Liv whimpered softly, back arching, and he paused. When her eyes didn't open, he slowly flicked it again before pulling down the low neck of the top, titties pulling free in a delicious little bounce.
"They're so cute, Liv," he whispered, rolling them both under his large hands. He slapped one, not too hard, watching it jiggle. "Such a shame you cover them all the time...am I the first guy to ever seen them?"
Unable to help himself, he leaned over and flicked his tongue against a nipple, freezing when Liv mewled and arched up, but her eyes stayed firmly shut. Bryan lowered his head again, kissing open mouthed and sucking with a loud, sloppy sound as his hand squeezed and rubbed her other breast. He pinched lightly with his fingers the same moment he let his teeth graze the hard bud between his lips.
"Oh!" Liv moaned, mouth falling open as her breath came out harder and faster, squirming under him. He laved his tongue, before pulling off with a suck.
"Such pretty tits," Bryan said, grabbing both in his hands and pushing them together. "I could play with them for hours."
"S'good..." she slurred, her face was flushed red now, eyebrows knit together, bottom lip caught between her teeth even as she slept. His cock twitched in his pants as he rubbed a hand over the front of his jeans, eyes falling from her breasts, down her tummy, to her open legs. He could see the outline of her pussy through the thin material, puffy lips just slightly spilling out past the lacy trim.
"I bet this is just as pretty," he told her, dragging a hand down her body. "I can almost see it through your panties..."
He lightly traced his middle finger up her clothed slit, feeling the heat coming off of her. He pressed a little harder, but not much, circling lightly over her clit. That made her jerk slightly, and Bryan stopped for a second, afraid she might be awake, but all she did was inhale deeply and her legs moved a wider apart.
"You like this," he said, in accusation as much as astonishment. He rolled his finger over her clit with a bit more pressure. "You like having your pussy played with like this."
His cock was half hard in his jeans as he traced his middle fingertip up and down. He thought about the bare, wet slit that was just beyond the blue and white cotton. He thought about how if she was awake right now, she would be desperately trying to get away, hands between her legs to keep him from touching as she begged for him to stop. Or maybe she wouldn't. Maybe she would moan for him to touch her more, to tease her, to make her into a dirty girl.
"I bet no one's ever touched you here," he said, still kneeling down at the edge of the bed, leaning in as close as he could. "Have you even touched yourself here?"
There was a sigh, nothing else.
He wondered out loud. "Maybe you rub yourself a little...maybe you hump your pillow thinking naughty things. Thoughts good girls like you shouldn't have, but you just can't help it when you get all hot and tingly..."
