Ava The hallway beyond the student restroom was quiet, but right in the student restroom, both my brain and my heart were screaming simultaneously. I sat up against the cold surface of the bathroom sink, my skirt was hitched to my waist and my breaths escaped me in breathless, short gasps. I'm Ava and would be 20 in a month. I'm the girl most people term mysterious because I was a very hard person to read and trust me, I didn't give a fuck. Liam, my very hot stepbrother, had his hands buried in my hair, pulling my head back so he could have a taste of my neck. "Ahh fuck! Yes... oh, fuck yes..." I moaned. "Harder Liam, harder. Ughh... yes." I felt him moving inside me, hard and fast, his thrusts making my back slam against the wall behind me. He yanked my hair backward, making me arch my back, pushing my dripping pussy further against his cock and myself even more towards him. "Oh yes, Liam! Right there... fuck," I moaned even louder as I invited him to go deeper. I didn't care about how loud I was at that moment. I loved the risk that came with all the pleasure, I loved knowing that at any moment, a janitor or anyone could walk through that door. I gasped as he rode me even faster and with each thrust, I could feel my clit swell even more, craving more and more. He was hitting that perfect spot and I was seconds away from losing my damn mind, "Yes Liam, mmhhhhhmm... fuucckk. Oh.." My eyes were squeezed shut, my fingers clawing into the smooth surface of the sink. I was feeling the waves of release coming hard at me. Then there was a loud bang as the heavy door swung open. I froze, my body stiffening. I was waiting for a shout, a lecturer's voice, or the sound of students running to get a higher authority but there was nothing. My eyes flew open, and I looked straight into the big bathroom mirror adjacent to me and through the reflection, I saw the door. A student walked in. He was tall, tattoos creeping along his forearms like vines. Several times, I had imagined how those abs beneath his shirt would flex beneath my hands. With that, I could feel my cheeks heat up as I returned back to my senses and I gasped. It could have been anyone else and I swear, I won't give a damn but my stepbrother??! Hell nah. Yeah, you heard that right. What happened minutes ago was just in my head and in my hand was the pink vibrator I was using to pleasure myself. As he walked in, I expected him to freeze, or maybe gasp, anything but he didn't. He didn't stop and didn't even look in the direction I was in. He absolutely didn't acknowledge the fact that a girl and not just any girl, but his stepsister was arching her naked pussy to a pink vibrator on the bathroom sink, moaning his name loudly. In the school's bathroom to be precise. But then my clit was already throbbing and pulsing at the highest level of nonchalance and so, I returned the vibrator into my pussy and I adjusted the speed level to the highest while using my other hands to knead my breasts. I looked at the person in the mirror and the only thought that echoed through my mind was that I wanted him to see and with that, I thrusted my hips forward, allowing the vibrator to delve even deeper into me. "Ahhhhhh..." I let out a loud, shaky moan as I watched the mirror with half-opened eyes. Liam walked right up to the sink next to me and he was so close, I could smell his cologne. He turned on the faucet, and the water gushed out. I watched him as he pumped soap into his well-crafted, steady hands. Fuck. I pushed myself deeper, slamming the vibrator into myself with the same force I pushed my pussy with. "Ohhh... fuck... mmmmmnnn..." I moaned. I watched the finely crafted human as he began to wash his hands, slowly rubbing his palms together and cleaning between his fingers. I kept moving against my vibrator, my eyes locked on Liam, waiting for some kind of reaction but none came. If he wasn't washing his hands right now, I'd have thought he was blind. He didn't flinch, he just rinsed his hands, reached for a paper towel and dried his hands with calm, deliberate movements. Then, he dropped the towel into the bin, turned and walked out without a single glance in my direction. Then the door closed shut and I sighed, Fuck!! I was so close to my release and he just had to ruin everything. But even at that I knew I was in deep shit but what could I do? My clit was still throbbing, pulsing from unsatisfied pleasure. Then the bell rang, the fourth class started in five minutes. Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting in the back of the lecture hall because I was pretty much late and besides I hated this course so sitting in the back was a win-win for me. The Professor for this course stood at the front of the class with a small smile. "Students," the Professor announced. "We are going to have an extra student for this course. I know it's not necessary to announce an extra student but I'll have you know that this student didn't carry over the course but it's important in his field of study." Then she beckoned towards the door and then a senior male student walked in. My heart stopped. It was Liam. Oh come on, I was still dealing with how I'd face him when we got home, but this... He walked to the front of the class and stood beside the Professor and she asked, "Introduce yourself to the class, will you?" His sleeves weren't rolled up anymore but even so, he looked even more intimidating under the bright lights of the hall. "I'm Liam," he said. His smooth baritone made my body vibrate, sending jolts of electricity to my body. His eyes scanned the crowd before finally settling on me. I'm supposed to look away after what happened in the bathroom but instead, I stared back and he held my gaze for four seconds without a change in his expression before looking away. The Professor pointed to an empty seat just three seats away from me to my right and he went to sit. A few minutes later, the professor had already started her lecture but I couldn't be bothered with that. Occasionally, I kept turning to look at him, my eyes met his and he diverted them. Inwardly, the whore in me was making plans. Liam wasn't my blood anyways, he was the son of my late stepdad and his ex-wife so screw the little fear I felt at the back of my mind. Now I wanted to know what it would take to make that calm, cold face finally break. How would it feel like when that cold stepbrother of mine had his dick buried inside of me? I wanted to see that face buried in pleasure, a pleasure that came from me.

Ava When I got home later that day, I only heard music blaring from his room and didn't for once see him come out of his room. I couldn't sleep well that night, every time I closed my eyes all I could see was Liam. The way he washed his hands calmly while I was fucking myself against the sink. It was normal to think of him every now and then but now, it was different especially after he now knows about it. By the time I woke up the next day, I was almost late. I hurriedly got prepared and ran down for breakfast. "Mom, where's Liam?" My mother had her back to me while doing the dishes, "He has gone to school. You both don't get along so I figured I'd come wake you up later but I totally forgot. Have breakfast and be quick to school." I sighed and muttered under my breath, "How ridiculous." "What's that honey?" My mother asked, still busy with the dishes. I swung my back pack over my shoulder, grabbed a sandwich, "Nothing mom, bye." And with that, I left the house. This morning, we had that class next. I rushed out of my first class and hurried to the next one but I just waited outside the lecture hall, scanning the crowd for Liam. Eventually, I saw him walk past me into the lecture hall but he didn't see me because I was covered by another set of students which was good. I walked in and sat behind him which was technically the last row which was empty because it was a little dim because the lighting there was poor, only someone at the podium could see clearly what was going on in the last row. For some reason, the professor kept directing questions at the class. Soon, she directed a question at Liam, "Come to the board, solve and explain." Yeah, he's pretty smart and within seconds he solved it. Fuck, he looked even bigger today. The shirt he wore today was stretched across his back, like any little stretch would rip it apart. He turned to face the class and began to explain in that sexy voice of his, with his face void of any emotion. The question was a complex one but he cracked it so easily, well, that wasn't my concern. As I listened to him talk, I felt myself getting wet. I licked my lips, wishing myself good luck on the next step I was about to take. The Professor kept her eyes glued to the board so it was perfect. His voice was deep and steady, echoing through the hall. It was time to activate the game spirit in me. I reached for the first button of my shirt and popped it open. I did the same for the second and then, the third. I could feel the cool air of the AC on my skin, with that, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. It was kind of tricky doing all that within my shirt, but then I was the master in this kind of stuff. I slid the straps off my shoulders and pulled the bra out through my sleeve. Just as Liam reached a crucial part in his explanation, his eyes scanned the hall before settling on me. I lifted the bra just enough for Liam to see, gave him a slow, wicked smirk, waving the bra at him like a little small flag. I saw it. His voice paused, slowed just for a split second. His eyes widened just a tiny bit and his hand which was holding the marker, tightened around it. Then he swallowed, looked away and continued talking like nothing happened. But guess what?? I wasn't done. I casted a quick glance at the Professor, which at this time was already facing the board squarely, probably analyzing the solution on the board. I opened my shirt wide, I didn't even care who saw, but I knew the students in front were too busy taking notes, too busy listening to whatever gibberish Liam was saying. I pulled my shirt further apart, and my luscious, full breasts bounced out. My nipples were now hard and pointing from the air conditioning. I sat back, letting them breathe, waiting for Liam to turn towards my direction again and eventually he did. His eyes caught mine and he stopped talking completely. The whole class went silent, probably wondering why he stopped talking, maybe he had made a mistake in his solution. He was staring straight at me but the Professor was too busy with the solution to notice. I doubt she knew the solution to the stupid question she asked. I saw his Adam apple move up, then down as he swallowed hard. His face transitioned from pale to a dark, heated red and boy was I loving this. I buttoned up, leaving the top three buttons open and tucked my bra into my bag. Just then, the Professor checked her wristwatch and said, "Oh, the class is over. We'll continue in the next class, thank you Liam." The hall emptied fast, I saw Liam pick his back pack and hurriedly walked out of the hall. But there was no way I was letting him go, hell, I could feel my pussy pulsing so violently. I followed him into the student bathroom. Immediately I got in, he pinned me to the wall roughly so that I could face him, with his hand on my neck. I barely chuckled, then I placed my hand on his chest feeling his abs flex themselves beneath my touch , "Feisty one, aren't you?" He released me and stepped back leaving a small distance between us and said, "You're crazy." His voice sent heat to every inch of my body and I smiled, "Oh, I know and soon, you'll be too, not just crazy but crazy over me." Then I walked out with a smile. I knew I had him and this very hot and sexy, nonchalant stepbrother of mine was about to lose his mind over his crazy stepsister. Oh, I can't wait for night to come.

Ava Night finally arrived and it was time for dinner. Mom called us all out, Liam and mom sat at the dining table but I moved to the couch facing Liam but mom was sitting in a way that she faced the stairs and the side wall was blocking her view of me but Liam's position was the perfect one for me. Dinner was spaghetti with ketchup sauce. Halfway into dinner, I slid down the straps of my nightgown, letting my breasts bounce free into the open. I continued eating, carefully watching him and it wasn't long before he glanced in my direction, his fork slipped onto his plate making a little noise but it could be regarded as a mistake so mom didn't care. My nipples were now extremely hard from just looking at him and I could feel myself already wet. He frowned, then mouthed the words, "You're insane." I smiled, slowly letting down my fork, then I spread my legs. Slowly, pushing them further away from each other. It just so happens that I didn't have any panties on and trust me, he had the perfect view of that juicy pussy of mine. I watched his eyes get glued, my legs were moving in that slow motion until they were fully apart. I saw his reaction the moment he realized I had nothing underneath, it was epic. His fork now fell hard to his plate with a clang, his eyes went wide and I saw him swallow hard. "Are you okay Liam?" Mom asked, concerned. "I'm fine," he replied with a grunt and got back to his meal but I wasn't done with him yet and besides, his eyes knew better, they would always find their way back like a magnet. I took my breast, smearing some ketchup on my nipple. I brought it to my mouth and slowly licked it off with my eyes locked firmly on his. With that, I reached down, letting my hand slide slowly up my inner thigh until my fingers disappeared under the hem of my nightwear. I kept my gaze on his face, a small smile tugging on my lips. I wanted to see every bit of his struggle and finally, my hand landed on the heat of my pussy. Fuck! My clit throbbed and I had to hold back a moan. My finger slid down my already wet clit, slowly moving to mid-junction. "Mmmmnn..." I let out a breathy, silent moan. I dropped my plate on food by the side. I arched my back and pushed my hips further, giving Liam the perfect view of my exposed pussy. I watched Liam. The more I watched him, the wetter I became and the hotter the whole action became. I tugged my lower lip between my teeth, eyes narrowed in pleasure and my fingers started circling my slit. I was so sure he was seeing everything now. Damn... this was so fucking hot. Liam's face went from pale to a deep, angry red. I saw his hand gripping so hard on the handle of the fork. I knew what effect this had on him and I knew that he couldn't stand up and stop me without mom questioning him. He couldn't shout even if it looked like he wanted to. The only option he had was to either look away, which was impossible, or to sit there and watch me touch myself while mom ate. I leaned back, my eyes locked on his. I used one finger, pushing it slowly into my hole. Ah... fuck. My lips parted in pleasure. I pulled it out slowly, not losing his gaze. I put the finger in my mouth, giving myself one slow suck and damn, I taste so good. I saw that Adam's apple in his throat dance. My fingers went back and this time, I made it two. I pushed two fingers inside and ohh... At this point, I didn't even care that my mother was here, I just wanted to fuck myself with my fingers while looking at this gorgeousness of a guy until... I came with him watching me in the presence of my mom. My fingers started working in and out of my hole. Fuck. I wanted to moan out, I imagined it being those big fingers ramming in and out of my hole while I screamed his name. Fuck... I was getting close, and I knew he could see it in my eyes, the way they narrowed, clouded in pleasure. Suddenly, Liam stood up, the chair scraped loudly against the floor. Mom looked up, "You didn't even finish your meal." "I'm okay. Thanks." And with that, he retired to his room. Fuck... I was so close. I had already eaten most of my dinner so I just dropped it on the sink and said to my mother while already going up to my room, "Thanks mom." The moment I stepped into my room, I leaned against the door with ragged and shaky breaths, then I smiled. Waiting for mom to retire to her room felt like a chore. I waited for hours, literally thinking about Liam to pass the time. I spent the whole time touching myself while imagining it was him and also thinking of the next step to take in this interesting game of mine and by the time I heard the sound of my mother shutting her door to retire for the night, I already knew what I was going to do. My nipples were already hard from just imagining how the night would go and I decided to top the game up a notch. I searched my closet for my favorite black lace lingerie and did I forget to add that I had the right amount of flesh in proportions most girls would die to have? That made the lingerie even more enticing. I slipped it on, it barely covered any part of my body, just my already soaked pussy and hard nipples, baring the rest. It was so short that it barely made it past my thighs. I stood in front of the mirror and struck some seductive poses. My hair was tied up in a messy bun which made me look all the more alluring and with that, I slipped on my extra large hoodie, covering up my trump card and left my room with a smirk.