8. Jose my Stepbrother

Adeline

I sat at the counter eating my breakfast when José came down. "Mum and Dad called. They said to tell you hi and to behave." I warn him.

Well, all they said was to tell him hi. The last part was all mine. He doesn't need to know that.

José placed his phone down on the coffee table and appeared at the kitchen door, giving me those dangerously sultry eyes. Sauntering over to me, he trapped me between the kitchen island and him and chuckled down at me. “If you think that’s going to stop me from coming inside you today, you’re wrong,” he said, drawing his fingers against the front of my skirt. He cupped the mound of my pussy in his hand and rested his fingers right over my wetness. I tensed at his possessive, dominant touch and bit my lip, glancing up at him through my glasses. José had been so careful these past few days not to touch me in any way that I didn’t want. But now, I wanted it. More than anything. “You don’t want them to find out that my stepbrother has been touching me,