Dirty Talks

My dad and his new wife had been in Hawaii for two days now, and you could definitely tell that they’d be away for a while— Michael had completely taken over the living room. All of his bedding was on the couch, the coffee table was covered in empty snack bags and cans of Mike’s Hard Lemonade, and the volume on the TV was way louder than it needed to be.

I could barely get to the kitchen without him begging me to play a video game with him. I shot him down each time, having no interest in losing to Mario Cart for the fifty-millionth time since he moved in six months ago.

"Come on, one game," He yelled at me as I retrieved a can of Dr Pepper from the fridge.

"Nope," I said, skipping back upstairs.

"Why not?" He pouted.

I stopped at the top, leaning over the railing and looking down at him. “Because you’re my big brother now, I’m not supposed to like you.”

I swear I heard him mutter, “Don’t call me that. Never have been, I’ll never be.” With the sound of the game though, I couldn’t be sure, so I dismissed it and shut my door behind me.

I was watching American Dad and doing some homework when Michael popped my door open.

I put down my notebook and asked, “What’s up?”

"You know I’m not your brother, right?" He asked, by the tone of his voice I couldn’t tell if he was trying to be an asshole or asking if I new what a step-sibling was.

"By law, you kinda are," I nodded.

"Yeah, but that piece of paper doesn’t mean shit," He said, sitting criss-cross on my bed.

"Okay." I wasn’t really sure what to say.

"How long are they gonna be away?" Michael pondered, a secret on his lips. I could tell by the way his voice got a little higher when he asked.

"A month," I replied, putting my pencil down. "What are they gonna do for a full month on that island?"

"I have a pretty good idea," He smirked.

"Don’t, ew," I said, shaking my head.

"What? They’re forty, they’re not dead," Michael chuckled, his eyes flashed down to my mouth as he shrugged, "You just don’t get it because you’re a virgin."

"I’m not a virgin," I scoffed, appalled that he’d even say that to me.

"Oh yeah, you’ve never brought a boy home in all the time I’ve lived here," He pointed out, giving me a challenging smile.

"So?" I said, leaning forward, irritated by his audacity.

"Name one guy you’ve fucked," He said, raising his eyebrows.

I shook my head, “I don’t kiss and tell.”

"Oh, thank god," He grinned, leaning forward quickly and pressing his lips to mine. He was rough, pressing me back against the headboard. His hands found mine, raising them above my head and pinning them to the wall.

At first, I didn’t know what to do. This was so wrong, but my bottom lip roughly in between his teeth felt so right. I entwined my fingers between his, bonding his hands tight and deepening the kiss.

He took this as an okay to pull his hands away, breaking the kiss to grab my hips and slide me down on the bed underneath him. His knees on each sides of my thighs, he leaned down and propped himself on his elbows, leaving little wet kisses on my neck.

"So you’re not a virgin?" He smirked, making his way up my jawline and back to my mouth.

"Nope," I replied, kissing him first this time as I tugged on the bottom of his shirt. Once I got it off, I tossed it across the room and nibbled on his ear as he began to unbutton my jeans. He pulled them down to my knees and I kicked them the rest of the way off. I yanked off my shirt and tossed it away as well. He looked at my matching lace underwear, then raised his eyebrows and gave me a sexy smile as he left a trail of kisses from my bra to my waistline. He nipped at the sensitive skin, slowly sliding my panties down.

He pulled my legs apart and I felt the cold air, my muscles tightening. I covered my face, trying to hid my red cheeks. This was all so wrong, but I didn’t want it to stop. “You sure you’re okay with this?” He asked, running a finger down my slit.

My breath caught and I replied, “Please, don’t make me beg.”

He chuckled, then leaned down and licked from my entrance to my clit, his tongue doing a figure eight before moving back downward again. I moaned, one hand tangled in his hair and the other grasping the sheets. He continued to go down on me, each second getting more intense. I was reduced to a quivering mess, letting out little whimpers of pleasure.

"Cum for me, baby," Michael said, his voice even deeper than usual. I gently bit at my inner thighs, cooing, "I know you want to."

Before I could manage words, he crawled back on top of me, kissing me deeply as he used two fingers to rub me fast. I wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning into his mouth as I let go. I felt him press harder against my thigh with every stifled moan as I orgasmed.

I gathered myself, breathing out, “Get on bottom.”

"Huh?" He asked, surprised.

"Get," one kiss on his neck, "On," one kiss on his jawline, "Bottom," one kiss on his lips. "It’s my turn."

His eyes went dark and he nodded, flipping us so that he was sitting up against the headboard and I was straddling him. Already in nothing but my bra, I decided it was time for his TMNT pajama pants to come off. I slipped my hands down the front of his boxers, pumping my hand up and down slowly, a smirk painted on my face as our eyes locked together.

As soon as I felt him start to throb in my grasp, I pulled my hand away and he groaned. I yanked his boxers down, slowly lowering myself onto him and beginning to roll my hips. His grasp on me tightened, and he closed his eyes and threw his head back.

"Fuck," He moaned, exhaling sharply before sucking air back in and holding it in his lungs, his bottom lip clamped tight between his teeth. "Y/N, I—" He lunged forward and kissed me as he came, the sensation setting me off again as well.

When I rolled off of him, I pulled my panties back on and laid down, catching my breath. He pulled his boxers up, getting off of my bed and handing me the textbook we’d knocked onto the floor.

"Let me know when you’re ready to beg," He smirked.

Notes

Part 2 will be up, I think!!!