Is It Wrong?

Chapter 2

Kay’s POV:

Harry hasn’t talked to me in 3 days since he saw my kiss with Zayn. I understand being mad that your best friend kissed your step-sister but why was he mad at me? I hadn’t done anything wrong. In my opinion, kissing Zayn was perfect but according to Harry, Zayn was ‘bad news’.

It’s Friday night and I was sitting in my room strumming my guitar when I heard moans from the other side of my wall. I stopped strumming and got off my bed, I walked to the wall to get a better hear. The moans were definitely coming from Harry. I could hear him panting then moan again, it was quite awkward. I pushed myself against my wall only to hear more disturbing sounds.

“Oh Kay, ohhhhh” Harry moaned. I backed away from the wall, shocked at what I was hearing. Harry must have thought I was still out with friends and decided to call a girl named Kay over, right? He couldn’t be moaning about me, right? All of these questions entered my mind, as I padded out of my room into the hall. Harry’s door was slightly ajar and I could only make out his bed. I peeked my face in the cracked door and looked around until I spotted him. On his deep blue duvet, sat a naked Harry, wanking off. He had his eyes closed, so my presence was unknown. He continued to moan my name but faster. His breaths were getting shorter and his body began to jerk around wildly. He bucked his hips upward and shouted.

"Oh fuck Kay!" he yelled. In the midst of his yelling, I hadn’t noticed the white substance that shot out of him. The gooey liquid landed on his stomach. His chest began to rise and fall slowly and his eyes opened. I panicked and slid back through his door, making the floor creak. 

"Hello?" his raspy voice said nervously.

I continued to back into my room until I was in the confines of my walls. I sat on my bed and pretended to be looking at my phone when I heard my door push open.

"Kay?" he said, the first time he acknowledged me in days.

"Yeah?" I asked, not looking up from my phone.

"Oh, did you just get home?" he asked nervously, clearly questioning if i had heard his little masturbation session.

"Yeah, I literally just came in" I lied. I looked up at him and saw relief wash over his face. He was in gym shorts now and I couldn’t help but look at his crotch area as he walked over to my bed. He sat down next to me and put his hand on my thigh. I sighed deeply from his touch. I shouldn’t be feeling this way about my step-brother but for some reason his touch gave me the chills. 

"I’m sorry for overreacting when I saw you and Zayn, he and I agreed that I overreacted and I shouldn’t have hit him. But I wanna apologize to you too" he said.

I smiled at him and leaned in for a hug, his hand on my thigh was placed on my lower back as he rubbed circles into it. I pulled back and smiled at him, I lent in and gave him a kiss on the cheek, wanting to be more affectionate.

I immediately realized the growing bulge in his pants after I kissed him on the cheek. Did I have that effect on him? He must have noticed I was looking at it, because he looked down at himself and turned red. He walked out of my room holding his crotch.

"I’m u-uh tired, goodnight!" he called to me before slamming my door shut. I jumped at the sound of it.

I laid back in my bed and checked my phone, It was long before I heard the same moans coming from the other side of my wall. I walked over to the wall and placed my ear on it, again.

"God Kay, you’re so fucking tight" Harry’s voice said, quietly.

I backed away and jumped on my bed. I placed my face in my pillow and screamed. It was me! Harry, my older, popular, attractive step-brother was wanking off to the thought of me! I smirked at the thought of him thinking I was worthy, but I also mentally vomited at the thought of it all. 

Not only was a bit weird, but it was beyond awkward.