Page 1 of Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned…7 Times

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MIRIAM

“This is so wrong,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut so I didn’t have to look at him anymore. This man was far too handsome for his own good, and I found it hard to resist him when he was crowding my space like this. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Alex. It’s wrong on so many levels.”

My words didn’t deter him in the slightest as he crossed the little distance between us and caged me against the kitchen counter. I cursed myself for not moving faster, but there wasn’t anything I could do now. I had tried before, and it ended with him lifting me onto the counter and fucking my brains out.

I had already made that mistake once. It couldn’t happen again.

Don’t get me wrong. It was mind-blowing, and I had never been fucked the way this man fucked me, but it was wrong on every level.

I may have met Alex before our parents introduced us, but we were step-siblings now.

“Why is it wrong, baby?” He bowed his head to press his lips to my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine. “We’ve danced this dance before. Why should we refrain now?”

“It can’t happen again.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re my step-brother,” I groaned and pushed on his chest, but Alex was quick to trap my hand, forcing me to feel his impressive abs which felt even better pressed up against my naked body.

“That didn’t stop you last time.” He smirked against the slope of my neck, and I felt his lips part as he sucked the skin into his mouth, hard enough to leave a mark. When I gasped, I felt him smirk against my neck and his hands dropped to my hips, pulling me closer and grinding his groin against my stomach.

He was so hard, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning at the delicious feeling. My pussy clenched desperately, needing to feel him inside me again…but it couldn’t happen. Not again.

“Admit it, baby. You want this just as much as I do.”

“I don’t.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“Prove it,” he demanded with a cocky smirk.

My lips curved down. “What?”

“Prove it to me that you don’t want this as much as I do.”

“I don’t need to prove anything to you.” I rolled my eyes.

His smirk turned sinister, taking my words as a challenge. “Let’s see about that, shall we?”

Before I could question what my wicked step-brother meant, he slipped a hand into my leggings and pressed two fingers to my core over the lacy material of my panties. My face grew hot, and I could do nothing but caress his chest while he stroked my pussy through my panties, feeling how soaked the thin scrap of material was.

Alex’s smirk grew wider and even more insufferable as he slipped his hand out of my leggings and showed me his fingers, the tips glistening with my juices.

“You’re soaked, baby. Looks like I proved you wrong. You owe me.”

“I don’t owe you anything,” I scoffed and looked away. “You need to leave me alone, Alex. You stay on your side of the house, and I’ll stay on mine. The less we see each other, the better.” I pushed on his chest with both hands, and relief washed over me when he took two steps back, finally giving me space. I struggled to think clearly when he was so near.

“That isn’t going to work for me, Jolene. You’re too damn irresistible for me to stay on my side of the house. It’s silly of you to ask the impossible of me.”

Before I could make my getaway, Alex hooked an arm around my waist and spun me so my back was pressed up against his chest. His hand slipped inside my leggings once again. This time, he pushed the thin material of my panties aside and slipped two fingers inside me. The wet clenching of my pussy as he thrust his fingers in and out of me sent a furious blush to my cheeks, and I threw my head back to rest on his shoulder, succumbing to the pleasure that only my step-brother could give me.

My fingers itched to turn the page and read what dirty things Alex did to his step-sister, but my sheet was suddenly pulled back to reveal me lying on my stomach in bed, reading with the torchlight on my phone.

“Miriam Salome Chiswell!” My mother yelled with a furious expression on her face. Her eyes were so wide and angry that it looked like they would roll out of their sockets at any moment now, and her face was slowly turning an angry shade of red, making her look like a ripe tomato.

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