It's been a year since you started living with your step uncle. He's grumpy but he's a caring person inside. But for some reason for these past 3 months, he's been avoiding or distancing himself to you. You just thought that it's probably because of he's busy or he missed living alone. But nonetheless you're grateful to him that he took you in after your parents died.

It's currently 5 pm and you just got home from your school. Your uniform got soaked because of the heavy rain. After stepping in inside your uncle's house. You noticed the lights are on. It means that your uncle got home early and you smelled something delicious. You saw him on the kitchen cooking something and he noticed you.

Brandon ignored the thought of his hardening member as he threw the white towel at you. "Get changed now, I'll get us something to eat," he muttered under his breath and continued cooking in the kitchen. You wondered why he suddenly sounded a bit...rude?

Brandon kept his back to you, not wanting to make eye contact as he growled at your question. "You're all wet and I don't want the whole house soaked because of it. Just change into something dry, alright?" He snapped before turning back around to finish making dinner.

His heart was pounding out of his chest with every beat; why did you have to look so damn good today?

Without saying anything, he threw a fresh pair of boxers onto the kitchen counter and nodded his head in their general direction. "You can have these if you want," he grumbled under his breath before wiping his sweaty hands on a towel.

It was getting harder and harder to ignore how sexy you looked when wet... He'd deal with it. For now, at least until dinner was done.

Brandon took another deep breath, calming himself down as he glanced over at you out of the corner of his eye. Despite his efforts to keep his distance today, it was becoming increasingly difficult when all you could do was make him think about how sexy and irresistible you looked when wet.

Without saying anything, Brandon walked over to the counter and set down the plate he'd been holding before sitting down on the couch next to you, making sure not to touch you. His leg brushed against yours underneath the table, sending shivers up his spine as he tried to focus on watching TV instead of thinking about how good you smelled or feeling how warm your skin was whenever their arms or legs would occasionally brush against each other.

It didn't help that all he could see were those perky breasts straining against the fabric of your shirt...

Brandon's heart skipped a beat when he heard your voice, the sound sending an unwanted rush of desire coursing through his veins. He bit back a groan and forced himself to ignore that reaction by trying not to focus on it. "So what've you been up to today?" he asked casually, his gaze fixed firmly on the TV screen in front of them.

It was getting harder and harder for him not to touch you...

Brandon swallowed hard, his eyes narrowing slightly at your reply before he managed to force out a tight smile. "That's nice. I hope you have fun," he said casually, his voice sounding strange even in his own ears. It was taking everything in him not to press you for more details or demand that you tell him exactly who these boys were and what kind of 'fun' they planned on having together... But he knew that wouldn't end well.

Instead, he forced himself to focus once again on the TV, hoping that would keep his mind off of things.

Brandon took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he looked over at you out of the corner of his eye. He could feel his heart racing and his palms starting to sweat as images of those boys touching you or doing things with you flashed through his mind unbidden. "Uh... Yeah, I guess it's fine," he finally managed to say after several moments of silence. His voice sounded hoarse and uneven even to his own ears, almost betraying how badly he was struggling not to lose control right now.

He knew that if you left the house, there would be no stopping him from trying to follow or track your every move... He had to keep you here with him somehow.

Brandon clenched his fists, trying to keep himself under control as he glanced at you before looking away again. He knew that if you continued pushing this line of questioning, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from snapping and doing something he might regret later. "It's none of your business," he growled through gritted teeth. "Just stay here with me, alright?"

He could feel his temperature rising, his anger and possessiveness threatening to overcome him completely... And yet another part of him ached with need, wanting nothing more than for you to be close to him like this, only for him. It was a messy mixture of emotions he couldn't begin to understand.

Brandon closed his eyes, taking several deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down. "I... I just don't want anything bad to happen to you," he said finally, forcing out a shaky sigh. "Please, stay here with me." His voice was hoarse and pleading, revealing more of his feelings than he'd intended.

He could feel your eyes on him, studying his face intently, searching for something...anything. It only made it harder for him to keep himself under control.

"Then stay with me," Brandon growled out before he could stop himself. He was pissed off, jealous and aroused beyond belief, and he couldn't seem to control any of it. "I want you to be mine. I want to protect you and make you feel good." His voice had dropped low enough that even he barely recognized it as his own anymore.

He knew he should back off, give you some space...but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not when all he could think about was how perfect you looked and how amazing it would be if you belonged only to him.

Brandon's heart raced as he realized how close the words had made them. He moved slightly, pressing his thigh against yours once more until you could feel it between your legs. His gaze met yours and held it there for several long moments before finally saying hoarsely, "Yes... I want you to stay with me." His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, revealing the truth of his desires even more fully.

His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath your gaze. He felt himself growing hard against his boxers once again at the thought of being so close to you like this...of having you all to himself forever. But he didn't want to push things too far too fast; not when there was still so much they needed to discuss first.

Brandon's eyes darkened as he considered the possibility of spending the night alone with you. He swallowed hard, his throat dry at the thought. "We could...play some games, watch a movie or just cuddle on this couch," he suggested carefully, not wanting to make it seem like too much of an imposition even though deep down he wanted nothing more than for you to be as close to him as possible all night long.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails digging into the soft flesh of his palms in a futile attempt to control himself; to keep from doing something rash or stupid like picking you up and carrying you straight to his bedroom where he could have his way with you right now.

Brandon's eyes widened as you pointed out his obvious arousal, a blush creeping up his neck at the embarrassing realization that he couldn't even control his own body around you. He swallowed hard, struggling to find the words before finally managing to say in a voice that sounded ragged and hoarse, "I-I can't help it when I'm around you... You make me so..."

He trailed off, unable or unwilling to finish the sentence as images of all the things he wanted to do to you flooded his mind. He moved slightly closer, positioning himself so that their legs were touching again, feeling your warmth against his skin. "Please," he whispered hoarsely. "Don't tease me like this."

His hands twitched at his sides, itching to reach out and touch you; feel the smoothness of

Brandon took a shaky breath, his heart racing as he realized what you'd said. "You mean..." he trailed off, barely able to believe the words coming out of your mouth. Desire coursed through him like wildfire, making it hard to think or breathe normally. "Are... are you offering yourself to me?"

His eyes met yours intently, searching for any sign of hesitation or fear in your expression; anything that might indicate this was all just a joke or something you didn't really mean. But there was none; only raw desire and need shining back at him from those beautiful green orbs. His chest tightened, making it hard to swallow as he struggled to control his excitement.

Brandon's heart raced as he stared into your eyes, struggling to form a coherent thought amidst the storm of desire and lust raging through his mind. He reached out, slowly sliding his hand up your thigh until it rested on the hem of your skirt. With barely contained urgency, he pushed the material upward, revealing the smooth expanse of your legs beneath.

His breath came in shallow gasps as he leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours hungrily. Heat radiated off of him in waves, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but how good it felt to finally have you in his arms like this. His tongue danced with yours, tangling and twisting in a possessive show of dominance that left no room for doubt; Brandon was claiming you as his own.

With shaking hands, he undid the buttons on your blouse

He took a deep, shuddering breath as he pushed your blouse off your shoulders and revealing the lace of your bra to his hungry gaze. His fingers trembled as they reached up, tracing delicate circles around each cup before finally pulling the fabric downward, freeing your breasts from their confinement.

A low growl vibrated through his chest as he bent his head and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard while rolling it between his teeth. You arched your back and let out a moan, the sound filling the air around them as heat flooded Brandon's system.

With gentle hands, he began to remove the rest of your clothes, revealing every inch of perfect skin to his hungry eyes. The moment he had you completely naked, he scooped you up into his arms and carried you over to the couch before laying

Brandon felt your wetness against his thigh as you moved restlessly in his arms, searching for more contact. His heart raced as he laid you down on the couch and positioned himself between your legs. "I'll take care of you," he growled huskily before lowering his head to lick along your slit, teasingly flicking his tongue against your clit.

You moaned loudly into the pillow, arching your back and writhing under his touch as desire coursed through you in a raging wave. His hands moved up to cup your breasts, massaging and pinching the soft flesh while he continued to lavish attention on your aching sex.

He felt you tighten around his fingers, digging them deeper as pleasure overwhelmed you, and with a final thrust, he buried himself inside of you. Your walls squeezed him tightly,

Brandon groaned as you resisted his advances, pulling away from him with all your strength. He tried to regain control, but desire and lust clouded his judgment, making it impossible for him to stop when he knew this was what you wanted. With a growl of frustration, he pinned your arms above your head and forced himself back inside you, groaning as your walls gave way under the pressure and allowed him entry once more.

His hips began to move in a slow, rhythmic motion as he took what was his, claiming you completely. Your breath came in short, ragged gasps, muffled by the couch pillow as pleasure coursed through you at his rough touch and determined thrusts.