[ She should foresee that he doesn't stay where she said, but he's too cute she can't exactly begrudge him it. Not really.
Emma may seem frigid to some people, but when it comes to family -- to the people she loves, at least -- she's a different beast. Her affection is endless, unless the moment calls for otherwise.
Does that mean she counts him as family? God. That makes it worse. ]
I was going into my closet. [ Chiding, but in play. She enters her bathroom, but she doesn't stop, except to take a brief look at herself. She looks ... happy. For the first time all week.
Inside her bathroom, far too grand for a seventeen year old girl, is a connected walk-in closet. She bars him from entering that, gesturing to a seat at her vanity. ]
[Jamie's response to the teasing is to puff himself up so she remembers he's bigger and if he wants to go in her closet, he will. His fingers tease at grabbing the fabric of her pajamas. Ultimately, he lets her escape.
He frowns, because his mind was already going to a place where she's on her back in her closet and he's on top of her. But he's a clever boy, and he realises she's asking him to sit because this is mutually beneficial.
It doesn't stop him from whistling annoyingly while she's changing.
When she comes out, his hands grip the seat under him. White-knuckling, because she hasn't told him to get up yet. He's eating her with his eyes, expression darkening just a touch.]
[ Very pretty and very revealing is the baby pink piece she chooses for him. Nothing left to the imagination, save for the suspenders that meet the white stockings.
And very worth it, if the physical reaction she gets out of him is anything to go by. A small part of her worries it's exaggerated on his part. What a number her ex did on her, she wouldn't have wondered this before. But she deeply wants to wow Jamie.
His question lowers the smile a smidge, though the fact he asks at all hints at a jealousy that is very satisfying to think of. ]
No. Not that it's important. [ Emma twirls slowly, showing every side off for his eyes, then looks over her shoulder. Sultry, her voice sugary. ]
[Jamie is a good boy, to a point. He is not a patient boy. When she doesn't give him a verbal release from his seat, he takes it upon himself to stand up.
He hooks his fingers around the straps across her thighs, drawing her in toward him. Chest to chest, walking her back against the wall. He presses his hips against her, he's hard again already. That's her doing.]
It is important. [He argues, but his voice is soft. It lilts. He's teasing her.]
Fucked you good and proper, didn't I? Now you'll never have enough. [He buries his face against her neck before she can get pissy. He grabs a handful of her asscheek, gripping it firmly.]
I want you to spread your legs and show me how pretty it is. [Now his voice is barely above a whisper, his cock presses against her. He wonders if she can feel it throb, imagining what he wants to do to her.]
[ Feels like being hunted for prey, the way he walks her back into the wall, crowding against her so that the bulge of his cock presses eager into the soft of her tummy. He's not just hard, he's practically vibrating.
She's only slept with one man before, until now, and he was never quite this expressive and excited about having her in his clutches.
His breath is hot against her neck, rolling down her spine. Her knees tremble with anticipation. She makes a noise, her mouth parting, conspicuously at a loss for words. Speechless. For once.
Her hands brush against his elbows, holding his forearms to steady herself. Her knees spread apart, just like he asked, so that he can get a better look if he kneels. She's already wet through the panties. His proximity has that hold on her. ]
[Jamie's excitement doesn't wane for a second. He's a tactile person, so his fingers loop curiously under the soft straps of her outfit.
He seems a little amused by the sheer fabric over her breasts. Both hands shift to squeeze them, rolling his thumbs over her nipples. He positions one for himself, so he can lean down and suck on it. Like it's a nice, soft sweet. Like it tastes incredible. He just likes the way it feels in his mouth.
His mouth releases her with a soft, wet pop and he catches her eyes. Grinning as he drops easily to his knees in front of her.]
Good girl.
[Softly, he breathes warm air between her legs and runs his finger down the straps of her lingerie so he can expose more of her.]
[ She watches him taste her breast, suckling at it like some oversized toddler, fixed on the nipple. The fabric is wet when he draws away.
Wet like another region of her, when he puts himself on his knees before her. It's an intoxicating sight to behold. His hair is slightly mussed, his bottom lip is damp. She shivers, half from praise, half from the view.
Nodding, she grants the permission he seeks, her fingers reaching out to run into and smooth his hair down. Beautiful. She understands why other girls swim around him. ]
[Patiently waiting for an answer (but not really) Jamie exhales over her, finger tracing up and down the seam of her cunt. His head tilts into her hand, encouraging the touch. He clearly likes it.
He flicks his eyes up to her, looking serious and intense for a moment. He doesn't say anything. He looks back in front of him, nuzzling his nose and mouth closer. His tongue laps slowly at her, both clearly initiating and easing her in. Once his tongue seems to have skimmed all along her, he settles in to suck her clit firmly. Audibly.]
[ His eyes are bright and heady. Not for the first time she notes what a peculiar color they are. Not blue, not brown, but grey. She had always known her step-brother was attractive, but she'd never allowed herself to recognize the extent of his beauty until now. She'd refused to.
His mouth seals over her clit, sealing with it her fate. Her breath gasps out of her. She hooks a hand into his hair, dark against her skin. The noises he makes are lewd, joined by the small cries he draws out of her. His name slips. ]
[Jamie hums approvingly when she moans his name, he likes to know he's doing a good job unravelling someone. His tongue wanders downward, circling her shape, flattening over her hole before he starts to lick. With purpose. Like he's searching for something with his tongue.
His hands grip her thighs, squeezing her flesh in his hand. He's hard against his pants but he allows himself to enjoy the suspense it gives him. He allows himself to be smug as well. There's a cheeky glint in his eyes when he watches her.
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Emma may seem frigid to some people, but when it comes to family -- to the people she loves, at least -- she's a different beast. Her affection is endless, unless the moment calls for otherwise.
Does that mean she counts him as family? God. That makes it worse. ]
I was going into my closet. [ Chiding, but in play. She enters her bathroom, but she doesn't stop, except to take a brief look at herself. She looks ... happy. For the first time all week.
Inside her bathroom, far too grand for a seventeen year old girl, is a connected walk-in closet. She bars him from entering that, gesturing to a seat at her vanity. ]
Sit over there. Don't look or I won't show you.
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He frowns, because his mind was already going to a place where she's on her back in her closet and he's on top of her. But he's a clever boy, and he realises she's asking him to sit because this is mutually beneficial.
It doesn't stop him from whistling annoyingly while she's changing.
When she comes out, his hands grip the seat under him. White-knuckling, because she hasn't told him to get up yet. He's eating her with his eyes, expression darkening just a touch.]
Did you wear that for him?
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And very worth it, if the physical reaction she gets out of him is anything to go by. A small part of her worries it's exaggerated on his part. What a number her ex did on her, she wouldn't have wondered this before. But she deeply wants to wow Jamie.
His question lowers the smile a smidge, though the fact he asks at all hints at a jealousy that is very satisfying to think of. ]
No. Not that it's important. [ Emma twirls slowly, showing every side off for his eyes, then looks over her shoulder. Sultry, her voice sugary. ]
I'm wearing it for you.
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He hooks his fingers around the straps across her thighs, drawing her in toward him. Chest to chest, walking her back against the wall. He presses his hips against her, he's hard again already. That's her doing.]
It is important. [He argues, but his voice is soft. It lilts. He's teasing her.]
Fucked you good and proper, didn't I? Now you'll never have enough. [He buries his face against her neck before she can get pissy. He grabs a handful of her asscheek, gripping it firmly.]
I want you to spread your legs and show me how pretty it is. [Now his voice is barely above a whisper, his cock presses against her. He wonders if she can feel it throb, imagining what he wants to do to her.]
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She's only slept with one man before, until now, and he was never quite this expressive and excited about having her in his clutches.
His breath is hot against her neck, rolling down her spine. Her knees tremble with anticipation. She makes a noise, her mouth parting, conspicuously at a loss for words. Speechless. For once.
Her hands brush against his elbows, holding his forearms to steady herself. Her knees spread apart, just like he asked, so that he can get a better look if he kneels. She's already wet through the panties. His proximity has that hold on her. ]
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He seems a little amused by the sheer fabric over her breasts. Both hands shift to squeeze them, rolling his thumbs over her nipples. He positions one for himself, so he can lean down and suck on it. Like it's a nice, soft sweet. Like it tastes incredible. He just likes the way it feels in his mouth.
His mouth releases her with a soft, wet pop and he catches her eyes. Grinning as he drops easily to his knees in front of her.]
Good girl.
[Softly, he breathes warm air between her legs and runs his finger down the straps of her lingerie so he can expose more of her.]
Can I taste it?
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Wet like another region of her, when he puts himself on his knees before her. It's an intoxicating sight to behold. His hair is slightly mussed, his bottom lip is damp. She shivers, half from praise, half from the view.
Nodding, she grants the permission he seeks, her fingers reaching out to run into and smooth his hair down. Beautiful. She understands why other girls swim around him. ]
Yes.
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He flicks his eyes up to her, looking serious and intense for a moment. He doesn't say anything. He looks back in front of him, nuzzling his nose and mouth closer. His tongue laps slowly at her, both clearly initiating and easing her in. Once his tongue seems to have skimmed all along her, he settles in to suck her clit firmly. Audibly.]
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His mouth seals over her clit, sealing with it her fate. Her breath gasps out of her. She hooks a hand into his hair, dark against her skin. The noises he makes are lewd, joined by the small cries he draws out of her. His name slips. ]
Jamie-- oh god.
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His hands grip her thighs, squeezing her flesh in his hand. He's hard against his pants but he allows himself to enjoy the suspense it gives him. He allows himself to be smug as well. There's a cheeky glint in his eyes when he watches her.
He pulls back, just enough to speak.]
Play with your tits a little.