Is It Wrong?

Chapter 14

My parents have decided to stay home more often since they caught Harry and I. I haven’t been the same either. I thought we had something, despite our step-sibling label. He told me he loved me, he said I was the “one". I’ve been hanging with Niall more in an attempt to get over Harry but I just can’t.

I stepped over the threshold into my house and kicked off my shoes. My plans with Niall for the night had been ruined and I just desperately wanted to go to sleep. I walked up the stairs slowly and entered my room. I suspected no one was home due to how quiet it was, but I was wrong.

"Kay" a voice growled loudly. I widened my eyes and immediately pushed my ear against the wall that separated Harry’s room from mine. Sure enough, my name along with profanities were leaving his lips. He was masturbating to me and I loved it. My built up sexual frustration gave me the urge to get undressed and go into his room.

My parents had to have gone out and they usually didn’t get home until after midnight and it was only 9 pm. My sudden urge to fuck Harry became intense as I knocked on his door quietly. I stood there listening as he muttered and shuffled around. I was completely nude, my blonde hair was wavy and fell right under my breasts. I thought I looked hot and I know Harry would think the same.

He swung open the door and his jaw dropped.

"K-Kay?" he stuttered and I simply pushed past him and closed his room door, making sure to lock it. I pushed him against the door and kissed him hard. He was hesitant at first but soon his tongue was invading my mouth.

"What were you doing in here?" I asked as I trailed my tongue down his throat towards his bare chest.

"Fuck" he breathed as I palmed his visible erection through his shorts.

"Tell me what you were doing Harry" I whispered again as I dropped to my knees in front of him. I teasingly pulled down his boxers in an attempt to make him tell me.

"Fine, I w-was touching myself" he answered breathlessly.

"To the thought of what?" I questioned as I removed his boxers, causing his now red dick to point towards me. He moved his hips forward and I backed away. This was all in my control, not his.

"You, fuck, just you" he moaned as I started to move my saliva covered hand around his erection. He pushed his hips forward again and I willingly took him in my mouth. 

"I’m sorry. Fuck! I’m so sorry" he moaned and I ignored his apologies. I didn’t want to forgive him, I just wanted to have sex with him.

After almost making him cum, I pushed him on the bed and began to ride him. I was a mess, throwing my head back and moaning and he watched me as he guided me up and down. When we reached our peaks, I caught my breath before getting up to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" Harry called as I reached for his door knob.

"My room?" I spat sarcastically.

"Why? We always cuddle after" he muttered and I scoffed.

"Harry we aren’t together, I just needed that ok?" I said the nicest way that I could.

"But I need you" he begged and I closed my eyes tightly to push back the unwelcome tears.

"Harry, if you can’t stand up to our own parents, what is supposed to convince me that you will stick up for me to anyone else?" I whispered before leaving his room quickly. The salty tears rolled down my cheek and I didn’t bother to stop them. I wanted that, I wanted to cuddle with him after, I want him. But I know that I can’t and it hurts.