I'm In Love With My Step-Brother (Markson Fanfic)

Part 5

Mark leaned in to me, inch by inch. I could feel his heat on my body. I wanted to give myself to him, I wanted to succumb to his dominance. My eyes slowly closed, already expecting what was next to come.

Mark came in until he was a centimeter away from my lips. He stopped moving closer.

"Look at you...you're already giving into me. I knew you wanted me..." Mark said in a enticing tone. I felt the vibration of his voice on my own lips.

I began to blush, and opened my eyes in embarrassment. I shouldn't have closed them or expected anything in the first place...I'm such an idiot.

"You're cute when you blush, you know that? It turns me on," Mark continued to purr.

"Just st--" Mark cut me off when he filled the space between our bodies.

He pressed his lips to mine. They felt warm and soft against my own. His lips were sweet and dangerously intoxicating.

I could feel him moving his lips in a slow rhythm. It was an exotic feeling, I couldn't help myself. I kissed back, syncing my lips with his.

I wanted more, I needed more of him. As his slender hand caressed my face, I guided my hands to the small of his back, pulling him closer to my body.

Mark parted from my moistened lips. He began to leave a trail of kisses down my neck. At the base of my neck, he sucked and lightly bit at the same spot. A shiver of pleasure coursed through my body.

His hands slowly shifted to my chest, his fingers finding their way to my nipples. Mark continued to suck at my neck as he used his forefinger and thumb to pinch and tug at my sensitive areas. The stimulation made me let out a small moan. I felt Mark grin against my neck as he heard me.

Mark slid one of his hands down the center of my body, over my abs, and to the top of my pants' waistband. Just as he was about to slide his hand into my pants, we heard footsteps coming up the stairs, making both of us sharply pull away from each other in fear.

Drunken laughter erupted from the hallway. It was obvious that our parents had a little too much to drink. We could hear kisses and giggles, making our faces cringe with disgust.

"Oh, honey...yes...haha...oh my..."

I put my hand over my mouth and grimaced at the sound of my mother. Mark laughed at my reaction, but his smile dropped right after he heard his father's voice.

"Yes, dear. Oh baby, yes...Do you like that?" Mark facepalmed himself in embarrassment.

We both looked at each other, nauseated at our parents' noises.

"Okay, let's not stay here and listen to our parents have sex. Let's go somewhere fun," Mark said.

"Like where?"

"I know there's a park about 15 minutes from here. The walk won't be that long."

"Alright, let's go."

Mark lent me a hand to help me up from the ground. We walked down the stairs and out the front door. It was already getting dark and a little chilly.

"Oh, it's kinda cold. Here, Jackson, take this." Mark slid off his jacket and put it around me. I blushed once again at the sudden act of kindness.

The walk was slow and silent. It wasn't awkward, it was actually comfortable.

"Okay, we're here! Doesn't this playground look cool?!" Mark seemed so happy like a little child.

"I guess it does. What are we gonna do here though?"

"Let loose and have fun. Here come on the sli--"

"Hey! What are you fuckers doing here?" Mark was interrupted by the sound of an unfamiliar voice coming from behind us. We turned to face the direction of the sound.

We were faced by a group of three men. They looked like wannabe gangsters who looked to be our age.

"This is our hang out. You guys don't get to be here. Get the fuck off our turf," the same guy said.

"Nah, we're good," Mark sarcastically responded.

The guy walked up to Mark and gave him a hard push. He fell to the ground on his side.

My blood started to boil. I got pissed off, and I was not about to let those guys hurt Mark.

I'm gonna kill those bitches.