A couple of days passed since Seth arrived and he had made himself at home. He was different somehow. I had heard stories about him being a drug addict and a mess but he wasn't like that at all. He smoked pot a couple of times and was always pleasant when he was high. I watched him constantly. I was intrigued. I felt feelings start to blossom.
I wanted to keep my thoughts pure but I couldn't. I would always catch myself watching him out in the yard taking off his shirt from the heat when mowing the lawn and I couldn't help thinking how much I wanted him to use those sculpted arms to hold me against the wall while doing things I know shouldn't be done to me.
I could sense him watching me too. I felt his gaze on my back everytime I was washing dishes and he was in the living room. There were times when he teased me. We'd be in the kitchen talking and he'd walk just a little closer and speak a little deeper while smiling that devils smile, flashing his perfect teeth. He'd look at me with eyes that made me feel undressed.
I could feel myself soaking up everytime he did this.
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My adoptive brother's brother
Teen FictionIt's summer and my adoptive brother's brother came for a visit. Tall and ravishingly good looking with a bad boy attitude that gets my worn out from praying knees shaking. I was a good girl or at least that's what I always thought myself to be. I wa...
