Chapter 55: Play the game right 2
My hand on her waist slid a little lower, resting now on the upper curve of her ass. Still gentle. Still giving her every chance to step back.
She didn’t.
"You still haven’t answered me." I said quietly.
Her heart lurched. "N-no, I don’t..." She whispered, but the tremor in her voice gave it way.
I tilted my head amusingly, "I know you still have a lot of questions to ask and I came here to answer them. But first you need to answer mine." My breath scorched against her cheek.
Her nails dug into my arm, shame and desire tingling inside her chest. ’What is going on. It’s like he’s right in my head, telling my body what to do.’
Her thoughts spun the second my shirt brushed against her bare nipples.
’He’s so close... I can feel him. Why I’m i not stepping back? Why does his hand on my waist feel so steady.. so safe.’
"You’re loving the way I touch you, don’t you?" I asked. My words were soft but they cut straight through her.
Her breath caught. The words stuck in her throat, her face burned as she looked away.
When she finally looked back at me, her voice cracked as she spoke. "Maybe... maybe a little...." My eyes gleamed, a faint smile curved my lips, I let the silence stretch, her confession heavy in the air.
Her forehead tipped forward until it rested lightly against my shoulder. Her voice came out soft and shaky against my shirt, "Why does it feel so nice?"
I stroked my thumb along her skin in answer, slow and steady, while the other continued it’s unhurried path along her side.
"Because you want it," I answered quietly. "And because I’m not rushing you."
I stayed exactly like that for a long moment — bodies barely touching, my hands moving in small, patient circles, giving her time to get used to the closeness while her body slowly, quietly began to lean into it.
The room was quiet except for her breathing and loud thoughts.
Her forehead still pressed against my shoulder, eyes half closed, trying to slow her breathing and falling.
Every small circle of my thumb on her hip sent a warm flutter through her stomach.
When my other hand drifted along her side again, so close to the curve of her breast, her fingers tightened on my forearm.
’I should say something. Tell him this is wierd. Tell him we’re step siblings. But the words won’t come out... and I don’t really want them to.’
I stayed patient, unhurried, still not kissing her, still not grabbing. Just that quiet, constant touch. It made the hesitation inside her feel softer somehow, less sharp.
He’s not forcing anything... that’s why it’s working.
’If he pushed harder I think I’d freeze. But this... this is making me want more.’
She shifted her weight almost without realizing it, pressing a little closer so her breasts flattened gently against my chest. The contact made her soft, shaky inhale catch in her throat.
’God, that feels good. My nipples are so hard against him... he has to notice. Does he like it? Does he want me like this?’
I smiled a little at that.
My hand on her lower back slid a fraction lower, still gentle, still giving her every chance to pull away. She didn’t. Instead her own free hand rose and rested lightly against my side, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt like she needed something to hold onto.
’I’m really doing this... standing naked in my room, letting my stepbrother touch me. And I keep leaning into it.’
Hearing all her quiet thoughts was the fun of it, listening to her mind and body wrestle.
"You’re pressing closer," I observed quietly, voice low and calm. "You can feel that, right?"
She nodded against my shoulder, a tiny, embarrassed motion. ’He noticed. Of course he noticed. I can’t even pretend I’m not into this anymore.’
A soft, almost inaudible sound left her mouth when my thumb stroked along the upper curve of her ass again.
Heat was pooling in her lower belly now, unmistakable. She could feel herself getting wet just from the slow, patient way I was handling her.
’This is crazy... but i don’t want to him to stop. I want him to keep going. Tounch me more Kenji..’
She finally lifted her head just enough to look up at me. Her eyes were hazy, lips slightly parted, cheeks still flushed with that mix of nerves and growing want.
"... You’re really good at this," she whispered, voice barely there. "Making me... not want to cover up anymore. I can see for myself now that mom didn’t really have an option."
I chuckled lightly. "I like that you aren’t covering up," voice low and rough. "Lucky I came at the right moment. Let me look at you a little longer."
Mei’s lips trembled as she exhaled. The longer I stared, the more exposed she felt — her thoughts flickered instantly.
’He likes it... he actually likes seeing me like this. God, why does that make me feel so warm.’
I finally let my hand move with a little more purpose. The backs of my fingers traced up the side of her ribs, slow enough that she could feel every inch, then brushed the outer curve of her breast. Not cupping. Not squeezing. Just a light, lingering pass that made her breath hitch.
She didn’t pull away.
’He’s touching me there... was it deliberate? Felt so careful. I should stop him... but my body is already leaning into his hand.’
A tiny, involuntary sound left her throat. Her fingers clenched tightly into my shirt.
I did it again, a little slower, letting my knuckles graze the soft underside of her breast this time. Her nipple brushed the edge of my hand for a second. She shivered hard against me.
The sensation went straight down her spine and made her clit throb.
"Still okay?" I asked, voice low and even.
She nodded against my shoulder, then managed a barely audible, "Y-Yes..."
’More than okay. Why does "yes" feel so easy to say when he’s this gentle!’
I grinned, Mei caught up to the game I was playing but she had no idea to make it stop.
I rewarded her honesty by finally cupping her breast fully — still gentle, still unhurried. "You’re so soft, Mei."
My thumb swept across the tight peak of her nipple, then again, watching the way her body reacted.
Her hips shifted forward almost on their own, pressing the soft heat between her legs against my thigh for a fleeting second before she caught herself and froze.
’Did i just grind on him? Oh god, I did.. and felt so good. He’s going to think I’m desperate.’
’Of course I know you are.’ But I didn’t call her out. I simply kept the caress going, thumb circling her nipple with patient, feather- light pressure while my other hand stayed warm and steady on her ass.
"Your getting warmer." I murmured. "I can feel it."
Her face burned hotter. She hid it against my neck for a second, breathing unsteadily.
’He’s right... I’m soaked and he’s barely touched me. This is so embarrassing... and so hot at the same time.’
I leaned down just enough that my lips finally brushed the shell of her ear — not a kiss, just the softest contact.
"You can keep being honest with me, remember this is the only way I can answer all your questions." I whispered. "Tells me what feels good. Or just stay quiet and let me learn it myself."
She stayed quiet for several long heartbeats, torn between nerves and growing ache low in her belly.
[I must say. Kenji, I’ll give you credit when it’s due, and you’ve completely become a master at seducing] LUST purrs approvingly.
Then Mei’s hips shifted again — smaller this time, more hesitant, but deliberate enough that her wetness left a a faint print on her pink panties.
’I’m really doing this... I’m naked in my room letting my stepbrother touch my breasts and I’m rubbing against him like I need it. And i don’t want him to stop.’
Her voice came out soft and shaky against my skin.
"...Y-Your hands feel really good."
I smiled against her ear and gave her nipple one more slow, deliberate stroke of my thumb.
"Good girl," I whispered. "Just keep feeling it for me."
A lot of attributes about Mei just kept circling my mind back to Kim, but it just felt so easier with Mei.
My hand on her ass finally slid a little lower, fingers spreading over her soft curves, still not forcing anything— just claiming a little more of her while she stayed pressed against me, naked, hesitant, and slowly, quietly coming undone under the patient way I’ve been seducing her..
I sat back against her room desk and drew her closer. Her boobs bounced heavily as she skipped closer to me, and pressed flat against my chest.
’Please don’t rush.. but also, please don’t leave me like this—’ her thoughts echoed...