58–Hands In My Bra And Grasping My Boob
Nora:
I had nothing better to do than to be glued to the TV, still getting bored easily. Just as I settled in, Silas strolled into the living room, standing beside me and making me uneasy with his stare. I pretended not to notice him, but he wasn’t having it.
“What are you doing here?” he grumbled, clearly irritated.
“Watching TV,” I replied, rolling my eyes, feeling a bit snappy since he’d been rude to me. We hadn’t clicked much anyway, not that Nash and I were close either. But with Silas, it was a different kind of annoyance I felt due to the very interaction we had in my early days of staying here.
“Move over, make room for me,” he waved his hand, signaling for me to give up the couch.
“There’s plenty of space. Why bother me?” I grumbled back, annoyed by his demands. He could be so controlling at times, always wanting things his way even though he didn’t deserve it with his attitude.
“I want the remote,” he stated, arms crossed. Despite his brown hoodie, his muscles were still noticeable.
“I’m in the middle of a movie. You can have it later,” I offered, tilting my head as he stood in front of me.
“I’ve been out all day securing the area. I don’t lounge around like you. It’s my turn to relax, so go study in your room and give me the remote,” he snapped, his tone growing harsher by the minute.
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“No! I don’t feel like studying. Why don’t you go and relax if you’re that tired,” I retorted in irritation, feeling like he was deliberately
obstructing my view. He needed to realize that sometimes, people don’t listen and compromises have to be made.
“You know what, I’m done being nice,” he finally lowered his hands, prompting a mocking laugh from me.
“Really? Since when were you ever nice?” I teased, observing him groan before lunging at me. He grabbed the remote from my hands, but I swiftly snatched it back, attempting to evade him as he pushed me. onto the couch.
“Hey!” I exclaimed as I found myself kneeling on the couch while he positioned himself behind me, reaching for the remote like a child.
Things escalated quickly. We moved around and pushed each other so intensely that my ears felt hot. I was sure my cheeks were turning red.
too.
He twisted my arm, but before he could grab the remote, I transferred it to my other hand and discreetly tucked it inside my shirt. I thought I had secured it, but I was mistaken. I should have remembered my own assessment of him. He doesn’t take no for an answer. With that in mind, he wrapped his arm around my waist from behind, anchoring me in place while slipping his hand into my shirt from my neckline and, to my surprise, sliding it into my bra.
His firm hand grasped my breast, and the next thing I knew, he
squeezed it so hard that I let out a loud yelp. It was as if he was making sure what he got a hold of was the remote even when it must have felt so soft to him.
He paused, almost in shock.
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“This is my freaking boob!” I screamed in pain. He scratched me all over under my breast. He was still frozen before hastily trying to pull his hand out, but instead, he landed on the couch. Since we were still connected by his hand in my shirt, I ended up in his lap.
The worst part was yet to come. I realized his erection was pressing against me. It became even more awkward as I tried to get up, and each time I did, he attempted to remove his hand, resulting in a back–and- forth motion that kept me in his lap, almost like I was jumping on him.
“Get your hand out of my shirt!” I yelled.
“I’m trying, but your bra is caught in my watch,” he complained.
“Stop moving, you’re… you’re… bouncing on my… f**king dick!” It must have been really embarrassing for him as he struggled to speak coherently.
Finally, I stopped and carefully got up, and he did the same, so we could untangle ourselves in a civilized manner. We were both heavily breathing and it was worse for me because I got to hear him wheeze from behind me.
I heard him gulp behind me before he reached for his wristwatch, causing another mishap as his hand first grabbed my breast before he yelped and grabbed his watch. Now he had both his hands in my shirt, caging me and making me feel so awkward.
I stood there feeling incredibly awkward. Unfortunately, our ordeal was far from over. Just as his hands were in my shirt and bra, the door to the mansion opened, and in walked the council team. “Oh, no!” Silas gasped as they entered and stopped to watch us.
It all happened so quickly that Silas managed to pull his hands out, not caring that he had torn open my bra in the process.
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The loud sound of the fabric ripping was horrifying. I wished the council hadn’t heard it, but they did see my stepbrother’s hand in my shirt. I was flustered, wondering how I should react. I couldn’t even greet them.
“Hello,” Silas composed himself by then and acted as if everything was normal. The council elders exchanged glances before looking at me and then at Silas.
“We were sent here by your father to discuss your recent findings in the woods,” the counselor said, giving Silas a friendly smile. I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment. What could they be thinking about us?
“Sure, we can talk here,” Silas sounded calm, but the tension wast visible in his body language. He kept fidgeting with his watch, reminding me of how it had gotten tangled with my bra.
“You go upstairs,” he turned to me, his gaze intense. It was then that I realized we were in for a very uncomfortable conversation once the council team left.