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my body involuntarily responded to
his, blushing under his touch.
    His lips were millimeters from mine, and
I longed for him to kiss me.
    His hands moved to the back of my dress,
pushed it up until he was touching my bare ass.   I’d let the saleswoman talk me into buying a thong to go
with my dress, and so my cheeks were exposed, giving Cage full access to my
bare skin.
    I sucked in a breath.   “Cage…” I said.   “I can’t….”
    “You can’t what, little sister?” he
asked, his mouth settling into that cocky grin I knew so well.
“We can’t do this,” I said.   “It’s
not right.”
    “That’s what makes it fun,” he
breathed.   “Come on, Grace, don’t
you want to be a bad girl for once?”
    I felt my resolve melting.   My mind was screaming at me to push him
off, that he was bad, that I should hate him.   He’d left me, gone and made a life for himself in New
York.   He’d never offered to help
me, never even been in touch.
    But my body was drowning out my mind’s
protests, my skin flushing, every sense on high
alert.   A moan escaped my lips.
    “I know you want me,” he said. “I know
you want to fuck me.   You always
have.”
    I tilted my head back and his lips brushed
against my collarbone.   My legs
went rubbery, and I felt like maybe they wouldn’t be able to hold me up.   Cage’s hands pushed my dress up even
further.  
    “I could slide inside you right now,
little sister,” he breathed.   “I
could take that pussy and make it mine.”
    I didn’t even pretend to try to stop him
as he pushed my dress up even higher, so that it was bunched around my waist,
my panties exposed.   His hand moved
from my ass to my thigh, and he grabbed my thong and pushed it to the side.
    The cool air of the elevator hit my clit,
which was already swollen and hard.
    Cage started to undo his belt, and my
heart sped up, my head swimming.
    He was going to fuck me.   My stepbrother was going to fuck me,
right here in this elevator.
    “Wait,” I said, as he unbuttoned his
pants. “Cage…”
    “What?” he demanded, his green eyes
bright with lust.
    “I… I just … I want you to know I’m a
virgin.”   I wasn’t sure why I was
saying the words, why I would want him to know something so humiliating.   It was probably my natural inclination,
already making excuses for why I might be bad at something.   Cage had been with tons of women, beautiful women , the kind of women who had perfect bodies
and knew exactly how to please him.
    He pulled back and smirked.   “Good try, little sister.”
    “No, seriously,” I said.   “I’ve never… I’ve never done this
before.”
    Doubt clouded his face and I saw a bit of
the lust flame out of his eyes.   “You’ve never done what before?”
    “Had sex.”
    My skirt was still bunched up around my
waist, my panties still pushed over to the side.   The want for him still pulsed inside of me, but now it was
tempered.  
    He frowned.   “What kind of sex?”
    “Um, any kind.”   I wasn’t going to pretend I was one of those girls who had
done ‘everything but’, the kind of girls who went around giving blow jobs left
and right but had never had actual sex and so therefore still considered
themselves virgins.   Not that I
judged those girls – but I didn’t want Cage to think I’d had any kind sex
when I hadn’t.   What if I was bad
at giving blow jobs ?   Like I said, Cage had plenty of experience, and I wanted to
warn him that I might be a disappointment.
    But it turned out I didn’t have to worry
about letting him down.
    Because he released me, his hands
returning to his pants and buttoning them back up.
    He reached out and punched the button on
the elevator, letting it start its descent back down to the first floor.
    I rushed to readjust my clothes, pulling my dress back down and shifting my
underwear back over.
    “Cage – “ I started, but the
elevator doors opened, and he walked out into the lobby before I could