Chapter 1 Anything For My Stepbrother's Dick 1

Ava

The hallway beyond the student restroom was quiet, but right in the student restroom, both my brain and my heart were screaming simultaneously. I sat up against the cold surface of the bathroom sink, my skirt was hitched to my waist and my breaths escaped me in breathless, short gasps. I'm Ava and would be 20 in a month. I'm the girl most people term mysterious because I was a very hard person to read and trust me, I didn't give a fuck.

Liam, my very hot stepbrother, had his hands buried in my hair, pulling my head back so he could have a taste of my neck. "Ahh fuck! Yes... oh, fuck yes..." I moaned. "Harder Liam, harder. Ughh... yes." I felt him moving inside me, hard and fast, his thrusts making my back slam against the wall behind me. He yanked my hair backward, making me arch my back, pushing my dripping pussy further against his cock and myself even more towards him. "Oh yes, Liam! Right there... fuck," I moaned even louder as I invited him to go deeper. I didn't care about how loud I was at that moment. I loved the risk that came with all the pleasure, I loved knowing that at any moment, a janitor or anyone could walk through that door. I gasped as he rode me even faster and with each thrust, I could feel my clit swell even more, craving more and more. He was hitting that perfect spot and I was seconds away from losing my damn mind, "Yes Liam, mmhhhhhmm... fuucckk. Oh.." My eyes were squeezed shut, my fingers clawing into the smooth surface of the sink. I was feeling the waves of release coming hard at me. Then there was a loud bang as the heavy door swung open. I froze, my body stiffening. I was waiting for a shout, a lecturer's voice, or the sound of students running to get a higher authority but there was nothing. My eyes flew open, and I looked straight into the big bathroom mirror adjacent to me and through the reflection, I saw the door.

A student walked in. He was tall, tattoos creeping along his forearms like vines. Several times, I had imagined how those abs beneath his shirt would flex beneath my hands. With that, I could feel my cheeks heat up as I returned back to my senses and I gasped. It could have been anyone else and I swear, I won't give a damn but my stepbrother??! Hell nah. Yeah, you heard that right. What happened minutes ago was just in my head and in my hand was the pink vibrator I was using to pleasure myself. As he walked in, I expected him to freeze, or maybe gasp, anything but he didn't. He didn't stop and didn't even look in the direction I was in. He absolutely didn't acknowledge the fact that a girl and not just any girl, but his stepsister was arching her naked pussy to a pink vibrator on the bathroom sink, moaning his name loudly. In the school's bathroom to be precise. But then my clit was already throbbing and pulsing at the highest level of nonchalance and so, I returned the vibrator into my pussy and I adjusted the speed level to the highest while using my other hands to knead my breasts. I looked at the person in the mirror and the only thought that echoed through my mind was that I wanted him to see and with that, I thrusted my hips forward, allowing the vibrator to delve even deeper into me. "Ahhhhhh..." I let out a loud, shaky moan as I watched the mirror with half-opened eyes. Liam walked right up to the sink next to me and he was so close, I could smell his cologne. He turned on the faucet, and the water gushed out. I watched him as he pumped soap into his well-crafted, steady hands. Fuck. I pushed myself deeper, slamming the vibrator into myself with the same force I pushed my pussy with. "Ohhh... fuck... mmmmmnnn..." I moaned. I watched the finely crafted human as he began to wash his hands, slowly rubbing his palms together and cleaning between his fingers. I kept moving against my vibrator, my eyes locked on Liam, waiting for some kind of reaction but none came. If he wasn't washing his hands right now, I'd have thought he was blind. He didn't flinch, he just rinsed his hands, reached for a paper towel and dried his hands with calm, deliberate movements. Then, he dropped the towel into the bin, turned and walked out without a single glance in my direction. Then the door closed shut and I sighed, Fuck!! I was so close to my release and he just had to ruin everything. But even at that I knew I was in deep shit but what could I do? My clit was still throbbing, pulsing from unsatisfied pleasure. Then the bell rang, the fourth class started in five minutes.

Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting in the back of the lecture hall because I was pretty much late and besides I hated this course so sitting in the back was a win-win for me. The Professor for this course stood at the front of the class with a small smile. "Students," the Professor announced. "We are going to have an extra student for this course. I know it's not necessary to announce an extra student but I'll have you know that this student didn't carry over the course but it's important in his field of study." Then she beckoned towards the door and then a senior male student walked in.

My heart stopped. It was Liam. Oh come on, I was still dealing with how I'd face him when we got home, but this... He walked to the front of the class and stood beside the Professor and she asked, "Introduce yourself to the class, will you?" His sleeves weren't rolled up anymore but even so, he looked even more intimidating under the bright lights of the hall. "I'm Liam," he said. His smooth baritone made my body vibrate, sending jolts of electricity to my body. His eyes scanned the crowd before finally settling on me. I'm supposed to look away after what happened in the bathroom but instead, I stared back and he held my gaze for four seconds without a change in his expression before looking away. The Professor pointed to an empty seat just three seats away from me to my right and he went to sit. A few minutes later, the professor had already started her lecture but I couldn't be bothered with that. Occasionally, I kept turning to look at him, my eyes met his and he diverted them. Inwardly, the whore in me was making plans. Liam wasn't my blood anyways, he was the son of my late stepdad and his ex-wife so screw the little fear I felt at the back of my mind. Now I wanted to know what it would take to make that calm, cold face finally break. How would it feel like when that cold stepbrother of mine had his dick buried inside of me? I wanted to see that face buried in pleasure, a pleasure that came from me.