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Part 2

Adrian was right about the steaks – they are good.

Praising his cooking gives a nice moment for them to reconnect after the embarrassment of earlier. Relaxing with each other once again. The warmth and ease to their connection making her feel so close to him.

Molly laughs at his story of a shopper at the grocery store wearing a face mask like a chin diaper – covering everything but his mouth and nose. Adrian’s eyes dance while he recounts the tale, taking years off worn and rugged features. Gazing into those amazing blue eyes, she fights to bring back her wandering thoughts, mind already drifting, imagining what his stubble would feel like against her inner thigh while he goes down on her…

These thoughts are always with her – getting in the way, catching her unawares.

Performing for Tyler on their Facetime call later that night, Molly wishes she knew a way to make it all stop. Breasts bound with her tightest T shirt over the top, she pretends to go down on her deviant role-play companion, eyes closed and lips wrapped around the head of her dildo while he watches and jerks off.

When he’s finished, Tyler takes a moment to clean up before asking her about the fallout from earlier and getting caught in the act.

“So, what did he say?”

“Not a lot – pretty much what you’d expect. The worst part was that he wanted to tell my mom - before I talked him out of it.”

“Jeez!” Tyler’s eyebrows shoot up and he grimaces in sympathy. “Christ, can you imagine….”

She stares him down with a flat look. “Asshole - of course I can imagine! That’s what makes me feel so shitty about all of this, what it would do to mom if she knew… I mean, I know they’ve been having problems, but still…”

“Hey, come on… That why we’re helping each other, isn’t it?” Tyler’s pleading look makes her wonder who that question’s for. “This is what keeps us from doing anything stupid, right?”

She sighs. “I guess…? What if we’re just making it worse though? What if we’re…I don’t know… feeding it, or something.”

She watches his face on the screen, something clouding his usually sunny features on the grainy image in front of her… Suddenly she’s worried. She doesn’t want him to agree, doesn’t want to risk losing this dysfunctional little outlet for her deviancy. Quickly, she tries to walk it back.

“Hey, don’t listen to me – I’m just tired and horny. Still annoyed at getting caught earlier… I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying anymore…”

“Yeah…” He smiles weakly. “You’re probably right – I’m tired too.” He seems distracted though, like she’s revealed something that they can’t hide away again. “I’ll see you tomorrow I guess, Mol – sleep well.”

She frowns and waves goodbye, lips pursed with concern.

***

Tyler’s been ghosting her for three days before the heatwave starts.

Suddenly, all the barbed little comments mom’s made in the past about Adrian’s rickety old townhouse and its lack of air conditioning make perfect sense. Even he seems taken aback by the heat this time though, angling a fan next to the open sash window in the living room to try and generate some airflow…

“This is unbelievable, Mol – I can’t remember anything like it! I mean, it’s been bad here before, but… My God.” His grey T shirt is stuck to him, dark spreading V painted across his chest, highlighting his broad pecs.

It’s driving her crazy.

Getting up from the couch, she’s grateful for her short pixie cut keeping her neck cool – dealing with her usually thick, long hair in these conditions would be horrific. Tyler might be an asshole for breaking off contact like this, but at least role-playing as his stepsister has had some sort of tangible benefit…

Short hair helps, but precious little else about her body is aiding the struggle against the heat. Catching sight in the mirror of the crescent-shaped sweat patches spreading under her heavy boobs, she grimaces - proof positive of the need to cool off.

“I think I’m gonna run the shower for a bit before I change again.” She murmurs.

“Good idea – give me a shout when you’re out and I’ll go in after.” Adrian answers, fanning himself with a magazine.

The coolness of her damp skin is a blessing when she steps out onto the bathmat, but she can already feel the heat pressing in again.

Wrapping a towel under her armpits, Molly grimaces at the thought of having to put clothes on again – she’s definitely leaving the bra off this time… Sighing, she pads through the hall back to her room, hoping her body won’t betray her if she’s going to be hanging around Adrian in just a baggy T shirt and little shorts. Guess she’ll just have to cross her arms if arousal gets the better of her... though the thought of tempting him with a cheeky look at her hardening nipples is more than a little tempting.

“Shower’s free!” She hollers from the baking-hot top floor before shutting the door to her room.

She hears his muffled thanks and heavy tread up the creaking stairs before she lets the towel slip off her. Pressing herself against the closed door, listening to his footsteps coming closer...

Each step he takes towards her nude body, she imagines the door opening – his big hands all over her, mouth pressing hot kisses against her flesh. Her heart is thumping by the time she hears the floorboard outside the bathroom creak. Does he know? Does he realize he’s just inches from her pounding desire for him? She’d be his in an instant. His to do whatever he wanted, every part of her under his control. She wouldn’t deny him, like she knows mom does - she’d be his completely.

The sound of the bathroom door clicking shut and shower running brings her back to reality.

Molly turns from the door with a frustrated huff. At least this repeated showering gives her an excuse to come up here and touch herself. Without Tyler to help, she’s found it difficult to focus on anything other than the throbbing heat between her legs at the moment. Even in the few short moments spent fantasizing over by the door, she’s already wet again.

Sighing with frustration, Molly yanks open her underwear drawer – he’s going to start asking questions about the amount of laundry she’s doing if she keeps changing panties twice a day, heatwave or no heatwave. Scrabbling for something to put on, Molly feels her hand close around her black string bikini… Now there’s an idea…

She might feel a bit stupid wearing beachwear in the house, but the skimpy black thong and stringy top are a welcome respite from the unrelenting heat. She can wear a big T shirt over the top when she has to go back down, but for now, this is a relief.

Hearing the shower stop in the room next door, she can make out the sound of water dripping, enjoying the mental image of Ade’s wet body while he steps onto the mat. Imagining droplets running over shoulders, pecs and abs to trickle through the short hair below; wishing she could trace their path with her fingers, slowly letting her touch brush over what she wants so fucking badly…

Molly’s so distracted by her filthy little fantasy, she fails to notice when there's a loud crack from the bed frame as she sits the bed to dry her hair….

Suddenly, she’s falling… dropping to the hardwood floor with a heavy jolt amidst the splintering bed frame breaking around her, pale amber termites scuttling for cover while she madly tries to brush them off her legs in horror. Her frantic shrieking quickly brings Adrian bursting through the door, small towel barely covering him where he’s hurriedly wrapped it around his hips.

“Jesus, Molly – what is it!” He shouts, as she runs into his arms sobbing. “What in the…” He trails off. “Of all the things…” He murmurs quietly while the two of them watch the scuttling bugs scramble into the darkness under the destroyed bed frame. His big arms envelope her while she presses her face into his chest.

Suddenly she springs back from him, cuffing frantically at a tingling on her shoulder. “Oh my God Ade, they’re so disgusting! I can feel them on me – please get them off!”

“Slow down, slow down – hold still for a sec…” He holds her shoulders gently and proceeds to check her up and down. “I think we’re good – can't see anything on you.”

“Are you sure?! Check my legs – they were all over me!” Turning, she watches over her shoulder nervously as Adrian kneels and takes his time to check, eyes roaming over her body. Then the reality of the situation hits her, shock subsiding…

His face just inches from her ass in the little thong. Those strong hands hovering just above her thick thighs… A flush of heat races up her chest and neck. It’s like a switch has been flicked on, melting everything between her hips. Molly can’t help herself…

She can see it in his eyes – the difference.

Gone is that look of paternal concern and shock from when he burst into the room. Now there’s something far darker… A hunger. She looks at where he’s kneeling behind the swell of her ass, her eyes fixed on the shape of his dick where it’s rapidly swelling to strain against the towel, more than obvious against the material now, hidden no longer.

Slowly… As subtly as possible, she lifts her heels, rising onto tip toes. Arching, raising her ass like an animal in heat, white hot pussy throbbing as she tilts her hips and reaches back to spread her cheeks gently.

Fuck me, oh please just fuck me…

She catches it... The moment where his eyes flick up to look at the hot mess barely hidden between her legs – the delicious second she watches him bite his lip with longing…

Then he realizes what he’s doing; shakes himself out of it quickly. Adjusting the towel, Adrian clears his throat, looking back over at the ruined bed in the corner.

“Ahem, no – seriously, you’re OK – there’s nothing on you.” Their eyes meet as she turns to face him, and she’s surprised to see the pain behind his blue stare. Normally so confident, now so conflicted.

It fills her with a savage thrill. This temptation, this fight within – it’s not just her. He feels it too.

Softly now, she moves towards him, arms snaking around his hips to press close against him. For the briefest of seconds he lets her. For a few, lingering moments she feels his thick cock pressing against her belly from underneath his towel, heart thudding in his chest when she rests her cheek against his downy, muscled torso…

Then he’s pulling away.

Gently, arm still around her shoulders, he steps back to provide separation between the two of them. Their moment passed, but she knows there will be more. She’s seen his weakness now…

“What a mess,” he breathes, nodding in the direction of the ruined bed. “Let me get changed and I’ll start cleaning up. Not sure if we can get an exterminator out with everything going on right now, but I’ll make the call anyway…. In the meantime though, you can use my room - I’ll sleep on the couch. Pack some things quickly before these critters get anywhere else, then we can seal this up for now.”

*

Left alone while Ade goes to change, she packs swiftly, Molly’s mind racing.

She hadn’t imagined it – that was fucking real just now. Unfiltered, proper desire between them.

But something’s still nagging at her – that sense that he might just be reacting to their weird captivity, the fact that mom’s been gone so long.

Then again… Molly knows things haven’t been great between mom and Adrian for a while. Truth be told, she was kind of relieved when the decision was made for mom to go help Nana P. Finally an end to the daily bickering and sniping.

Adrian’s such a good guy – she just can’t understand why mom always gives him shit, tearing into him about the state of the house or the state of their finances.

She wouldn’t care. If he was hers, she’d never treat him like that.

Still, stands to reason that if mom’s been balling him out for the smallest things, it’s unlikely their sex life is firing on all cylinders. Likelihood is that the near-naked beast of a man hugging her against his swelling bulge just a few moments earlier might be just as pent up as she is…

If wanting him like this is so wrong, then why does imagining it feel so fucking good?

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