Page 22 of Wanting


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“Fine,” Jenny said with a sigh. “Look up some stuff and bookmark the good links to show me tomorrow. I’ll see what I can find too.”

Grinning, I agreed, and a few seconds later, I pulled my covers over my head, opened an incognito tab, and went bug-eyed at what I brought up on my screen with a few taps of my fingertips. Mostly drawings of sexual positions but some images of real people as well. Videos.

Lower lip between my teeth, I clicked on an image that took me to a pornography site and promptly fell down a rabbit hole of arousal and fantasy. Thick dicks, wet and gaping holes. Ropes and swats that left handprints on ass cheeks and made my own backside tingle with curiosity. Dirty words and cries when gushing around fingers and stabbing lengths.

Mother would be horrified by what I stared at, what she’d always warned me away from in order to remain pure—but I couldn’t keep from clicking. Watching. Gulping and gasping.

When I finally cleared my history, shut off my cell, and set it aside, an hour had passed.

Wetness smeared inside my panties, and shame heated my cheeks. But I needed something…release, no matter how wrong Mother claimed it was.

I burrowed beneath my blankets again and slid my fingertips under the band. Slick and hot to the touch, my core ached for more than the finger I pushed inside me.

I wanted something thicker, a real-life penis like the one Gideon had held in hand. Imagining him shoving deep into my body, my hands held in his tight fists overhead, his muscles flexing with every thrust like I’d seen on various videos…

Panting, I rode the wave of my fantasy, bringing myself to climax. Not nearly as good as I expected the real thing would be, but I had no wish to fulfill my fantasy.

My body might lust for my stepbrother, but he would be the last jackass on the face of the earth I would ever admit to wanting.

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