Desiring My Step Brother

CHAPTER 2

AFTER Ingrid slammed the door shut, she immediately made her way to the bathroom and knocked on it, calling out to Fabius. She knocked on the door harder as she could hear the sound of water running from inside.

"Fabius! Get out!" Ingrid continued to knock on the door.

After a moment, the door opened and Fabius stepped out. His hair was wet, and he only had a towel wrapped around his waist.

"And you even took a shower? We're almost getting caught by your dad!" she said, unable to take her eyes off Fabius's abs. It seemed like she wanted to run her hand over them. She restrained herself.

"Don't you like it? It adds a thrill. It's more exciting when we're hiding this. The more we keep it a secret, the more enticing it becomes," he said to her.

He brushed past her and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Fabius, go out. Go back to your room. And really? You're using my pink towel? My favorite one?" That was the towel wrapped around his waist.

"What do you want? Should I leave here naked? I could. Well, you'd see my buddy anyway. But I know you're not ready yet. You might get scared of its size," he teased with a soft chuckle.

Ingrid averted her gaze, not a stranger to seeing a man's private parts. She also watched adult movies when she felt like it. She just felt embarrassed by how he was teasing her.

"You go out! I need to rest too!" She cleared her throat.

She approached Fabius and pushed him on the shoulder, indifferent to whether he just had a towel wrapped around him.

"Get out! Return my towel. And take your clothes with you! Leave..."

Fabius stood up laughing, then suddenly grabbed her waist. He looked at her eyes with seriousness.

She swallowed as she felt the firm object between his legs pressing against her belly.

"Fabius..." She pushed him forcefully on the chest as he leaned in towards her. Their noses nearly touching.

"We're not done yet, kitten. That was just the beginning earlier. I'll make sure you scream my name in bed," he said sensually to her.

His gaze locked onto her eyes and then moved to her lips, drawing closer.

Ingrid gasped as she felt his right hand gripping her butt firmly, filled with desire, causing her knees to almost weaken with excitement.

"Goodnight, kitten." Fabius winked at her and then let go, leaving her room.

Her knees trembled as she sat on the edge of the bed. She let out a series of deep breaths.

Ingrid had always desired her step-brother, but now her desire for him burned more intensely.

The mere thought of having s*x with him was enough to excite her, causing a tingling sensation. What more if they were actually engaging in that act?

She would admit that she felt nervous when their dad, Fabian, knocked earlier. But Fabius was right; there was a thrill in what they were doing, and she couldn't help but be affected by it. Fabius had left, but she still felt his two fingers moving in and out of her womanhood.

It was her first experience of a man fingering her, and it was remarkably pleasurable compared to her own touch.

"Fabius..." Ingrid released a deep sigh and then lay back on the bed.

As if not yet satisfied with his kisses and caresses on her body, she realized that his finger was now between her thighs, moving in and out.

She imagined Fabius's fingers, intensifying her moans. Within moments, Ingrid felt the wetness between her legs.

"Ohh! Fabius! More!" she moaned, squeezing her own breasts.

Ingrid's imagination roamed as Fabius's lips were now between her thighs, teasing and licking her c******s.

She reached for a pillow, placing it between her thighs, and began to pleasure herself.

Her desire for Fabius was overwhelming, and while she usually found satisfaction with her fingers, now, not even half an hour since Fabius left her room, she longed for him.

"Fabius! Ahh!" she moaned softly, her toes curling as she felt the pulsating sensation between her legs.

She pressed the pillow tighter between her thighs, with one finger pleasuring herself and teasing her c******s.

After reaching her climax, Ingrid let out a sigh.

"Damn you! Fabius!" she muttered before heading to the bathroom, her knees feeling weak.

She cleaned up and changed her wet panties, then lay back on the bed. It was almost three in the morning, and she was sure she would doze off again during her class later. It was still early for her class the next day.

She closed her eyes, yet even in her dreams, she saw Fabius's naked body.

The next morning, Ingrid quickly showered, dressed, and applied light makeup to her face. She proceeded to the dining table, where she found her mom, Regina, and her dad.

"Good morning, Mom, Dad. Where's Rafa?" she greeted, kissing them on the cheek before taking a seat. "Doesn't she have class today?"

"Good morning, sweetheart. Rafa left earlier. She said she has some errands to take care of..." her mom Regina answered.

Oh, that explained it! She would be heading to the university alone today. She had no one to accompany her.

"Have you eaten, honey? Fabius will be coming down soon. I'll talk to him so you can go to school together. You both have classes today," her dad, Fabian, suggested.

"Um, it's okay, Dad," she declined.

While the idea of going to school with Fabius was exciting, especially after what happened last night, she didn't want to attract attention from his fangirls at the university. Some of them were quite aggressive. As soon as they linked a girl to their crush and if it wasn't someone they approve of, they would bully her until the girl herself gives up.

As much as possible, she wanted to avoid being associated with Fabius at the university. Even though she also used the surname Iglesias, no one at the university knew that she was Fabius's stepsister. They were only familiar with Rafaella, his twin. That's why most of the girls there wanted to be friends with Rafaella, but she refused because she knew they were just using her to get close to her twin.

In Ingrid's case, aside from the risk of being bullied by Fabius's fangirls, she was certain that once they found out she was Fabius's stepsister, they would want to be her friends.

Yet, Ingrid preferred not to have many friends. For her, being friends with Rafa and Brianna, the children of Uncle Storm and Aunt Bettina, was enough, even though Brianna was six years younger than her and Rafa. Having just the two of them as friends was sufficient for her.

She simply wanted to keep a low profile. It didn't matter if she seemed dull at first glance. She just preferred a quiet life. Not all friends turned out to be genuine; some of them secretly harbored resentment towards you.

"Why don't you want to go with Fabius? It will be more convenient, sweetheart. It will take a while if you commute," Mommy Regina tried to persuade her.

Before Ingrid could respond, she heard Fabius's baritone voice from behind her.

"Good morning, Mom, Dad. Do we have any meds for a hangover?" his voice sounded hoarse as he sat beside her.

Her heart skipped a beat, especially when her stepbrother turned to her. "Good morning, Kitten," he almost whispered to her.

However, Ingrid didn't look at Fabius. She kept her gaze fixed on her mommy, Regina.

"What time did you get home, Fabius?" her dad, Fabian, asked sternly.

Although his eyebrows were furrowed, it was undeniable how much Fabius resembled his father.

"Two am, Dad. Sorry, that's the last for this week..." Fabius answered.

Her dad grimaced. "If it weren't for your high grades, I would forbid you from these activities..."

"That's enough, my love," Aunt Regina intervened before addressing Fabius. "Son, we can't always accommodate your schedule. You know that, right? Don't always go overboard," she said in a gentle tone.

Fabius nodded. "I'll come home early tonight. I'm sorry."

"Have breakfast now. You will accompany Ingrid today. Rafa already left. We don't have an available driver today," Daddy Fabian instructed.

Mommy Regina quickly interjected, "Hurry up. I'll also get some medicine for the hangover," before leaving the table.

Ingrid hesitated, "Daddy, I won't go with Fabius. I'll head out first..." she started to rise.

But she was taken aback when Fabius spoke beside her, "Why not? Come with me. I'll finish my meal quickly," Fabius insisted, his hand sensually caressing her right leg underneath the table.

"B-but..." She swallowed nervously, discreetly removing his hand from her thigh. She felt uneasy as they were in front of Daddy Fabian, who was engrossed in reading the newspaper.

"No more excuses, dear. You'll come with me," Fabius insisted, returning his hand to her thigh.

Since Ingrid was wearing a skirt, it made it easy for Fabius to access her thigh. His hand slid inside her skirt, reaching the edge of her panties swiftly.

"Stop!" she whispered. She couldn't bring herself to remove Fabius's hand in case they were caught. But Fabius remained unwavering. Had it not been for Mommy Regina's voice, he might not have removed it.

"I brought medicine for the hangover. Drink this, honey, so you can focus at the university..."

Ingrid adjusted herself in her seat, looking away.

"Thanks, Mom!" Fabius expressed his gratitude.

"Are you alright, sweetheart? Why do you look pale?" Mommy Regina came closer, placing her hands on Ingrid's cheeks.

"M-mommy, I'm okay..." she replied, still unable to meet her mother's gaze directly.

"Perhaps it's due to lack of sleep. Ingrid slept late last night," Daddy Fabian commented, turning to her. "Are you sure you're fine, sweetheart? Would you like to see a doctor for a check-up?"

"I'm fine, Daddy..."

Thankfully, it seemed like Mommy and Daddy believed her.

"You really have to go with Fabius, sweetheart. I won't allow you to commute, especially since you don't seem well today," Daddy Fabian insisted.

Ingrid had no choice but to accompany Fabius to the university. She saw his mischievous grin as they entered his sports car. It was her first time riding with him in it.

"Don't drop me off at the university. I'll get off at the coffee shop..."

The coffee shop was quite a distance from the university, but she would rather tire herself by walking than be seen by Fabius's fangirls getting off his car.

She heard his soft laughter. "I know the reasons why."

She chuckled in response, "You and your crazy fan girls."

Fabius accelerated the car. Ingrid remained silent, closing her eyes. She didn't feel like engaging in conversation and was still feeling drowsy.

However, her drowsiness vanished when the traffic light turned red, and the car came to a stop. She felt Fabius's right hand on her left thigh.

"F-Fabius..." She gripped his arm as she felt his finger on her c******s. A jolt shot through her.

"You know, I only like stopping for the traffic light now," he said with a grin. Simultaneously, he slipped his finger inside her panties.

She gasped.