I Slept With My Stepbrother

Chapter 3

Jordan's POV

"So was I the best you had ever had or what?" She froze. "Wow don't sound too excited, fucking hell." But then she, she turned her body away from me. "Ziya? Whats up, talk to me." My hand rests on her shoulder instinctually, though she rolled her shoulder as if to signal for me to get off. "Well is it because you regret it?" Nothing. "Please Ziya baby talk to me." Leaning against her body planting light kisses up her arm, she slowly begins to twist her body 180 degrees.

"There isn't anyone else, there never has been." 

Oh shit.

Okay Jordan mate you can't react, it will make her feel shitty. Just breath, and don't make her feel like an idiot. "Well then, I hope I lived up to your expectations."  I bring her body into mine so we were now cuddling, it brought a smile to my face  and a warm feeling inside when she snuggled in closer to me. "Completely." She sighed as we drifted off back to sleep.

Slowly, my eyes begin to focus as I am waking up, Ziya is still next to me asleep and she looks fucking beautiful. But could this even ever work? I'm not even worried about our parents really, there isn't much they can do, its everyone at school I'm scared of. The girls will make Ziya's life hell and it will hurt me to see her upset. Maybe, she doesn't even want to be with me, I'm thinking too far ahead and we barely even know each other maybe, she doesn't want this to work. "Ziya?" A barely audible mumble escapes her, "Shall we watch movies in bed or do you just want to keep sleeping?" 

"I don't care I just want to be cuddling you right now." She wants to cuddle me, surely that means that she at least wants to try things out right?  "Well what about if I want to kiss you right now?" 

"Hmm, maybe a quick one will be okay I guess."  I bring my finger under her chin to bring her head up towards me and slowly lower my head to bring are lips together. The slow movements don't last long as the kiss quickly goes from light peck to heated make out session, she lets my tongue explore her mouth and my hands gasp a hold of her body. With my hands I bring her to a straddling position on top of me, never once breaking the kiss. Surprisingly, Ziya begins to grind her pelvis onto my cock teasingly in slow but deep movements applying pressure against me. My shorts acting like a thin barrier isn't doing much to not make it obvious how fucking hard she is making me. "I think someone needs to take a cold shower." She giggles innocently.  Smirking towards her as her breathing begins to settle, "Why waste water when there is two sets of perfectly good hands right here. With the look she gave I'm assuming that a hand job was completely out of the picture.

After my very lonely shower, I'm faced with an empty room actually, I am faced with an empty house. 

Where the fuck is Ziya?