*All characters portrayed in this story were above 18 years old*
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It's move night.
A cumbersome weekly tradition my family started every since my dad married Mary and her son Jake came to live with us. A futile attempt to force our "family" to bond.
Jake is two years older than me. And, there is no denying it, he's fucking hot. Shaggy brown hair that falls onto his gorgeous dark blue eyes. He is almost a head taller than me, my eye level looks at his perfect pink lips, chiselled jawline and earnest smile with perfect white teeth. He spends more time at the gym than anywhere else, and it shows. His tight white transparent t-shirt hugs his ripped biceps and reveals his cut six-pack.
Ever since he moved in I've been acting like a little school girl around him. I always wear make-up and dress sexy around the house. I've caught him staring at my chest when I wear a tight top, and I love making him sweat when I wear my skimpy pyjamas in his room at night. I'm sure its obvious to the whole family.
So here we are, the four of us, cramped together on an L-shaped couch watching some shitty action movie. My father sleeping in the corner, with Mary cuddled up beside him, and Jake and I sitting beside each other. I try to act normal, but all I can think of ways to escape this room with Jake to give in to my wildest fantasies.
I slide my hips toward his and pull a blanket over our legs, inviting him to explore what is hidden. With little hesitation, I feel Jake running his fingers slowly down my thigh while maintaining eye contact with the TV.
My eyes lock into his in a moment of deep seduction. I smile and slide my tight yellow tank top just below my nipple to give him a sneak peek and encourage him to continue.
His face turns red.
He puts his hand on mine and places it on his crotch. I can feel his cock slowly harden through his leg-hugging black jeans.
*Cough, cough* My dad wakes himself up, cuddles up to Mary and then falls asleep again.
The excitement of being right beside them when we know we are doing something naughty, and at any moment can be caught, beckons me to continue. Who knows...maybe I want to be caught...maybe that's what really excites me.
Jake presses my hand deeper into his crotch as I feel his shaft thicken until I can cup it with my hand.
I look over at him with desire in my eyes, he knows I want more.