My stepbrothers seduction

Walked in on him

“Thank you so much,” Adria told Seven as she came out of the car.
Seven gave her a smile in return, “I got you,” he said with a wink, which made Adria smile.
The ride to her place had been extremely quiet at first.
Everyone had been extremely shocked by the fact that she turned her brother down.
Of course, this happened as Tiffany was marveling at how beautifully deep his voice sounded.
Adria smiled back, while painfully aware of the car that was parked outside the house.
It was Nathan’s car. Was he back already?
Why was he back that early?
Did he leave after she had left?
“Are you okay?” Seven asked as he reignited the engine of his car.
Adria gave the best fake smile.
“Yes, I am,” she said. “I think I would go have that bath,” she said, hoping she sounded sincere.
He nodded, “me too babe. We stink,” he said with a half smile.
She waved goodbye at him before running off into the house.
Just Claire was in the living room. She seemed to have just gotten home herself.
“Hi baby,” she said to Adria with a smile as she stacked the pillows on the couch together.
Everyone must have left it disarranged.
Adria’s first instinct was to help, but she caught herself right before she got there.
Nope.
What was she doing? This woman wasn’t her mother. That would mean she was getting too comfortable with Claire, and she didn’t want anyone to have that idea.
She just hated tardiness.
Just like her mom.
“Hi Claire,” she said as she clutched her bag and looked away.
She wouldn’t lie, the first thing she noticed when she got in wasn’t her stepmother.
It was the loud music that was coming straight from Nathan’s room.
What was that all about?

He usually played music like a gangster, but you’d only hear it when you’re passing by his room.
“Right?” Claire said as she noticed Adria’s line of sight. Adria turned towards her.
“I’ve been calling for him since I got back, but I’m sure my voice couldn’t get past his loud music,” she said, shaking her head.
From the way she sounded, it wasn’t abnormal.
“Mmm,” Adria just nodded as she turned away to make her way to her room.
Actually, thinking about it now, she didn’t hate at all that he was locked up in his room and jamming up.
In fact, she was happy about that.
The glare that was on his face after she had blatantly told him no was something she didn’t want to see anytime soon.
Honestly speaking, she didn’t know why she had done that.
Why she had said no, when everything in her was screaming yes. Leave your date and take me home.
“Hey dear,” Claire called out for her again when she was halfway up the stairs, she nearly didn’t hear her.
She had wanted to pretend that she didn’t, but she was done being a b***h for the day.
She stopped and turned.
“Could you help me call your stepbrother? I need him down for a bit,” she said with a pleading look.
It was almost as though she thought Adria would say no.
Why would she? Adria thought.
She wasn’t a b***h. His son was a complete dick.
Adria reluctantly nodded, not because she didn’t want to do it, but because she was nervous.
She was nervous as fuck.
Would he even open the door? Not like she cared, but she didn’t like to be treated like he was forcing a vibe when she was only trying to relay a message.
Adria stood in front of his door, wondering if she should just go down and tell his mother to come get her son herself.
The woman had looked exhausted though, like she didn’t want to move more than she needed to.
She brought her hand to the door and knocked softly on it.
The music was banging hard that Adria thought an earthquake was about to happen.
What the hell?
Did he want to break down her father’s house?
Well, she wouldn’t stand there and watch.
She knocked again. This time louder and harder, and waited a while.

A few seconds passed and no one made an attempt to open the door. Or even answer her.
“Come on,” she groaned.
She started to slam the door loudly. If he was deaf, he would hear this one, she thought.
But no one answered, and no one came.
Adria hissed and dragged her feet away from his door and towards hers.
She wasn’t about to spend her entire day there when she had a lot to do—when she just badly wanted to have a warm bath and sleep.
But she stopped just when she got to her door.
She should try one more time. Maybe the music was too loud and he had his ears plugged in.
Or maybe he was high…
She went back to the door and used her whole coats to bang on it.
There was still no answer. Was he dead?
She looked down at the knob and thought it was the only chance.
She should have thought more about it before opening the door, because what her eyes saw left her dumbstruck.
He wasn’t dead, no.
In fact, he was very much alive and doing alive things.
Adria’s gaze had flown straight to the bed where two naked bodies were sweatily fucking.
Nathan was kneeling on the bed with his back facing the door.
The lady was on all fours, moaning. Moaning very loudly and grabbing the sheets like she wanted to tear them.
Adria’s mouth was widely open in shock. But she didn’t move. She couldn’t move.
Not a sound came from Nathan.
But he was plunged into her fast and rough, with no emotion on his face. His hands grabbed her ass in place as he f****d her.
Adria stared at his wide back. He had a tattoo?
There were a lot of tattoos on his back, and one of them was a large black rose with fallen petals all around it.
She hadn’t noticed it the day she had seen him shirtless in the kitchen.
Maybe because she had been busy trying to stabilize her breathing.
Adria’s eyes wandered down to his arse, which was very much slender compared to his shoulders.
Adria gulped down hard.
She should leave, she should quietly lock the door and run to her room. Probably cover her face in shame for walking in on two people f*****g—but she just stayed there.
Her eyes darted to his firm legs.
He definitely worked out. His veins protruded beautifully with every stroke.
Shit.

Adria pressed her legs together.

What the f**k?

She knew that feeling. She wasn’t a 10-year-old kid.

She was 17 and would turn 18 soon.

She knew what the sudden heat and dampness in her pants meant.

She felt dirty. Dirty because she hadn’t taken her bath and had sweat all over her body and also because she wanted to know how nice it was that this girl was moaning so loud.

She should go.

She should go.

Just as Adria made the mental decision to look away and leave, Nathan’s head turned towards the door.

And his gaze landed on her.

Directly on her face.

Her red-hot face.

Like he had known that she was there. That someone was there.

Like she had called his name and he heard it.

Her lips parted slightly as her face turned into a very ripped tomato.

If she was looking for a reason to run off to her room, she had been given one…. Her brother had just seen her watching him as he f****d someone. Naked.

But she stayed back and held his gaze.

He didn’t stop.

Not looking at her, he didn’t stop thrusting into this lady who was moaning into his pillow, clearly unaware of what was going on behind her.

It was the same girl that had been with him in the restaurant.

The girl that was not Chloe.

He brought her home immediately to f**k her? Horny much?

“Nathan!” she screamed his name in a very high-pitched voice.

Adria had watched porn before. Numerous ones. So she knew that one, what the scream meant—she was about to come.

Tiffany said it’s not as easy for a woman to come as it was for a man, except if the man was good and had a huge dick.
Was he that good then?
Or was his d**k that big?
Was it both?
She couldn’t see.
As if reading the questions on her face, a smirk appeared on Nathan’s face.
The next act sent Adria running away from his room. He moved his hand under them and towards the girl’s p***y, which earned him a scream.
He was rubbing her as he f****d her.
Great.
Yep. That was it.
She wasn’t about to watch her brother make love to another girl and make her convulse right before her eyes.
Why did he do that? Also with his eyes fixed on Adria?
As if saying, see what I can do?
Adria slammed the door behind her and ran to her room and shut the door.
Her heart was beating fast, thudding very loudly in her chest.
But if that was the only problem, she could live.
She could breathe and focus on how nasty that was. How nasty he was.
But it wasn’t.
No.
She was so turned on she could scream. She wanted to be touched.
Just like that.