Page 4 of Curvy Girl for the Stepbrother

"Stop what?" as I say as I don’t stop. I cup her face, my thumb grazing her plump bottom lip. God, I want to taste her. Every fucking curvy inch of her.

She parts her lips, her breath quickening. For a charged moment, I think she’s going to let me kiss her.

Then Lila pulls back with a shaky laugh. "We can't. It's wrong."

"It feels so right though," I growl, aching to pull her against me and claim her mouth with mine.

"I think I better go cool off." Lila climbs out of the pool, and hot damn. Rivulets of water cascade down her lush body, and my cock is instantly hard and desperately trying to get to her. "See you later." She wraps a towel around her body as if that could hide her curves from me.

The look of her wet body is permanently burned into my eyelids.

I'm rock hard and throbbing with need as I watch her go. Cursing under my breath, I get out and head to my room, barely able to walk straight. The door slams behind me as I frantically shove my trunks down, freeing my rigid cock. I've never been this turned on in my life.

Panting, I fist myself furiously, imagining it's Lila's tight grip stroking me. I picture bending her over, sinking deep into her slick heat as she moans my name. Pumping harder, I fantasize about coming inside her, marking her as mine.

Mine!

"Fuck, Lila!" With a strangled groan, I erupt in thick ropes of cum, her name a reverent prayer on my lips. My pulse pounds in my ears as I catch my breath.

I know it's wrong to crave my stepsister this way. But I can't deny my dark desires. One way or another, I vow, I will make Lila mine.

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Lila

Golden evening light bathes the backyard as I arrange plates and utensils on the picnic table. Ethan's arm brushes mine as he leans over to place glasses at each setting. A tingle shoots through me at the touch. His fingertips linger a moment too long on my wrist before he pulls away. Our eyes meet, a flicker of something unspoken passing between us, before I hurriedly look away.

Nervous energy hums through my body. It's impossible to ignore Ethan's presence—his confident movements, the spicy scent of his cologne. I feel hyperaware of him, like every cell in my body is attuned to his.

"Can you grab the napkins?" Ethan's deep voice cuts through my reverie.

"Sure." I clear my throat and busy myself with the task, trying to slow my racing pulse.

Our parents love to host, so they’re throwing this huge barbecue. Ethan and I have both invited some of our own friends too, and they seem to be getting along just fine if all the laughs I hear coming from around the firepit are any indication.

I wish I could be as laid-back as them, but I’m wound up tighter than a spring with my sinfully handsome stepbrother around.

What makes it worse is that he makes it clear he doesn’t give shit that we’re stepsiblings.

Every time I look up, his gaze is on me. He licks his lips like I’m a tasty dessert he can’t wait to devour.

But it’s not going to happen.

It can’t.

I spend the evening trying my damnedest to stay away from him, but I constantly feel his eyes on me.

And later, we gather around the firepit with our friends, it’s impossible to avoid him any longer. His gaze has been burning me all night, so the cool night air is a relief against my flushed skin.

Amber flames cast a warm glow over smiling faces as someone suggests truth or dare. My stomach flips as the dares quickly turn flirtatious and full of innuendo.

"Lila, I dare you to sit on Ethan's lap for the next round," Jenna declares with a sly grin.

My cheeks burn as everyone whoops and hollers. I glance at Ethan hesitantly. In the flickering firelight, his blue eyes are dark and intense, sending a shiver down my spine. A hint of a smirk plays at the corner of his mouth as he pats his lap.

I want to say no, but fuck, then that will make it even more awkward, won’t it? If we truly are just stepbrother and stepsister, this should be no big deal, right?

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