Albert's POV

Seeing her standing there in that bathrobe, hair damp and little droplets of water still clinging to her lashes, I had to discreetly swallow.

She was my stepsister. I shouldn't be looking at her like this, shouldn't be noticing how the white cotton clung to curves that definitely hadn't been there three years ago, shouldn't be cataloging the way her wet hair made her neck look longer, more vulnerable.

But I couldn't help it.

"Your mom and my dad went out to visit a friend." I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to look casual. "They won't be back till nighttime."

Her gaze shifted to the wall clock. It was still early afternoon, hours and hours before anyone would come home.

"Okay," she replied with a nod, and I watched her hand loosen slightly around her collar.

Don't stare. Stop staring.

But my eyes had a mind of their own, tracing down the column of her throat, the shape of her collarbones visible above the robe's edge, the bare legs that seemed to go on forever. When had she gotten so...

I forced my gaze back to her face.

"Is there something else?" She asked, and there was something in her tone-expectation, maybe? Challenge?

I should leave. Should turn around and walk out and pretend I hadn't noticed the way her breathing had changed, hadn't seen that look in the hallway earlier when our eyes locked.

But I'd been thinking about this moment for three years. Since that last Christmas when she'd hugged me goodbye before leaving for LA, and I'd realized with sudden, uncomfortable clarity that I didn't think of her as a sister at all.

And now she was here. And we were alone.

I pushed away from the doorframe and took a step toward her.

She moved back instinctively, her chest rising and falling faster now.

"What's going on?" She asked, arching an eyebrow like she was trying to maintain control of the situation. But I'd seen the way she looked at me downstairs. The way she'd lingered in that hug just a second too long.

Her back hit the wall beside her bathroom. Nowhere left to retreat.

"Mom said I should take care of you." I was standing very close to her and staring down at the swell of her breasts from the top of her robe. I reached out and trailed my hand down her neck, through the center of the great until I pulled the string holding the robe together.

"Stop." She whispered but her expression betrayed her.

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Why? Give me one good reason and I might."

I bit the curve of her neck, and she threw her head back.

"Because... ahhh..." she moaned. "This is wrong."

"Says who?" I tugged the string, and the robe fell open, leaving her completely bare before me.

I stepped back slowly, staring at her body.

Shit.

How had I never noticed she was this sexy? Her breasts were full and soft, hard with desire.

"Albert," she whispered, tugging the robe from her shoulder until it pooled at her feet.

"Say you want me," I murmured, my eyes half-lidded as I grabbed her breast, rubbing her nipples in slow circles.

"Yes." She nodded. "I want you. I fucking want you, Albert."

My finger trailed down her stomach while my lips circled the other peak of her breast, taking it into my mouth.

"Al-bert," she whimpered as my fingers found her wet clit.

"Ahhh," I groaned, her nipple still in my mouth. "You're so fucking wet."

I lifted my mouth from her nipple to kiss her, tasting her lips as our tongues tangled.

She moaned harder as my two fingers dug into her.

"Yesss. Albertttt," she whimpered, throwing her head back and clinging to me like she'd fall if I let her go.

I could feel the warmth of her p***y as my fingers slid in and out. She was soaked, spreading her legs wide.

"Fuck," I growled, feeling like my manh**d would burst out of my shorts.

"C'mon. Feel it." I brought her hand down to my erection, and she wrapped her fingers around it.

"It's so big," she gasped, fumbling with my belt using one hand.

"Yes. Just for you."

I stepped back, allowing her to unbuckle my belt. She did it hurriedly, pulling it down along with my boxers.

My hard d**k sprang free like it had been caged for far too long.

Staring at me, she spat into her palm and wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly.

"Shit." I gripped her hair as she took it in her mouth, inch by inch until it was all in her mouth.

"Ahhh..." I growled. "You're so sweet, little sister. Suck that big daddy."

She began to push it in and out of her mouth, letting the saliva mix with what he was doing.

"yes. Faster." I gripped her hair harder and began to thrust in her mouth.

She rubbed her clit with er free hand while her other hand held my d**k, letting it follow with the way her mouth sucked me.

"You're going to make me cum...." I thrust harder, feeling her throat.

It felt so good

She was so fucking good.

No one had given me such sweet blow job.

Just as I reached the ripples of my release, we heard her mom's voice from downstairs.

"Aurora, do you know where Albert is? I need him to do something for me."

Aurora's POV

The moment I heard my mom's voice, my heart leaped into my throat.

Shit.

When did she return?

"Thought you said she went out with your dad?" I instantly pulled away from him.

"She did," Albert said, nodding too fast as he scrambled to pull up his trousers.

"Aurora?" My mother's voice was closer now, just right outside my door.

Panic surged through me. She couldn't see Albert here. She'd lose her mind. She'd think all the negative thoughts thinkable.

"Go." I whispered urgently as I stood, reaching for my bathrobe. "Inside the bathroom."

"What?" He froze, eyes wide.

"Now." I hissed.

He didn't argue. He tiptoed into the bathroom just as I shrugged into the robe. My fingers fumbled with the tie. Just as I managed to knot it, the door to my room swung open.

"Mom." I stood stiffly, forcing a smile. "Hi."

My heart was pounding so loud I was afraid she might hear it.

Her eyes swept over me, then the room, brows arching with suspicion.

"Where's Albert?"

"Ummm..." My mind scrambled. "He went out."

"But his bike is still outside." She frowned, folding her arms across her chest.

Fuck.

One more lie and she'd suspect, if she wasn't suspecting already.

Think. Think.

"His friends came by..." I said quickly. "And they all went to the basketball court together."

The words tasted wrong as soon as they left my mouth.

Would she buy it?

"Oh." She nodded slowly, but her eyes kept scanning my room like she was searching for evidence.

My palms were sweating. Did she hear something? See something out of place?

"What about Tony?" I asked, grasping for distraction.

She gave me a look. "He's your father, Aurora."

Stepfather. I screamed in my mind.

"Right. Father." I forced the word out, painfully aware that Albert was a thin wall away, probably hearing every syllable.

"Are you okay?" She took a step closer, studying my face. "You're acting weird."

"Yeah. I'm fine." I tried to keep my voice steady. "Just tired. I need to rest. That's all."

Please leave. Please just leave.

She watched me another second, then sighed.

"Okay. I came back home to ask Albert something. Your dad got a call from work."

"Sorry about that."

"I'll be heading back out. I'm going to visit Mrs. Rory and then the grocery store." She moved toward the door, then paused. "You sure you're alright?"

"Completely fine, Mom."

"Okay. Take care. I'll be back before it gets dark."

I held my breath until I heard her footsteps fade down the hallway. Then the front door closing. Then her car starting in the driveway.

Only when the sound of her engine disappeared did I finally let out a loud breath.

I waited another minute, just to be safe, before opening the bathroom door. Albert stood there, eyes wide, shoulders tense.

"That was too close," he whispered.

"Way too close." My hands were still shaking from the adrenaline.

He noticed. He always did.

He took my hands in his, grounding me. "Hey," he murmured. "It's okay."

His other hand rose to my cheek, warm and steady. Before I could think, he leaned in and kissed me again.

I didn't stop him. I melted into it, my fingers sliding up around his neck, my body still humming with fear and relief and something reckless.

We should've stopped. Mom almost catching us should've been enough.

But it wasn't.

He was too irresistible.

And in that moment, all I knew was that I wanted him.

All of him.

I pulled back slightly and trailed a finger down his chest.

"Tell me to stop," I whispered, grinding against him. I knew he had no second thoughts but I wanted to be sure he didn't.

"Never." He murmured, pulling me back into the kiss. I felt him harder under me as his hands gripped my hips.

He pulled back and his silver grey eyes that were half lidded with desire locked onto mine.

"You're making it fucking hard for me to resist you."

"Then don't." I bit my lower lip.

He licked at my throat and sucked softly right under my ear.

"Fuck." I purred as he began to rock slightly, gripping my hips tighter.

"I'm going to fuck you till you beg me to stop," he growled, flipping me so my back faced him. He loosened the knot of my robe and caressed my breasts from behind.

"I dare you," I challenged, looking over my shoulder with a half-smile on my face.

He pulled the robe from my shoulders, and it fell to my feet.

"Are you sure?" He kissed my shoulder while his hands caressed my breasts, my stomach, and lower.

"Uh-huh," I replied, rubbing my butt against the bulge of his trousers.

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

He walked a finger down my back, goosebumps prickling across my skin, then his hand came down hard against my ass.

The sound startled me more than the sting. A breathless laugh slipped out before I could stop it, my skin burning where he'd touched.

He made me bend, my hips facing him in a standing doggy-style position.

"Pretty little cunt." He murmured as his fingers rubbed my wet pussy

"It feels so good," I moaned, turning my face slightly to the side."

His fingers dug into my entrance and I moaned louder.

"Albert-oh-my...fuck."

I couldn't control myself. The way his fingers moved in and out of me, God. I wanted him to fuck me so badly.

"Yes. Scream my name baby," he increased this pace as the sloppy sound filled the room.

"Albert...what are you doing to me?" I whimpered.

His free hand gripped my hair as his other hand fucked me.

He finally pulled his fingers out and licked them like it was ice cream.

"Yummy. You taste so sweet."

"Give me more." I begged.

He dropped to his knees, facing my ass. His hands pinned my hips and he buried his tongue in my pussy.

I completely shattered at that moment.

It had been so long since I'd last been sucked, I almost forgot the feeling.

"Oh-my-God...you're so fucking good..." I cried.

He licked me slowly, his tongue flat, the teasing in circles right where I needed.

I tightened my grip on my knees as I felt the warmth of his tongue inside me. I couldn't think. Couldn't even breathe.

He was stealing my breath away.

"Please...don't stop..."

He sucked on my clit, tongue dipping inside and out of me like he was tongue fucking me.

I closed my eyes and I swear to God, I saw stars.

It was only a matter of seconds before my orgasm spilled out like a tap left on.

I tried to pull away but he held me firmly.

"Do it baby." He ordered, moving his tongue deeper inside me.

"FUCKKK...." I cried out and my juices came pouring out into his mouth.

He licked every drop like it was the best thing he had ever tasted.

Aurora's POV

My whole body still shuddered when he stood up.

He turned me to face him directly, holding me right against himself like he was afraid I'd fall if he left me on my own. And he was right. My legs were shaking.

"Tired?" He asked, tracing kisses around my neck and shoulder.

"Never." I shook my head.

His lips met mine, slow and claiming, letting me taste myself on his tongue. Heat curled low in my belly as I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. When the last one finally gave way, I dragged the fabric off his shoulders and flung it aside, careless and breathless, needing him closer.

His body was perfectly sculpted, just the way I loved it. The way his chest rose and fell with each breath was sexy on its own.

I traced a manicured finger slowly down his neck, lingering between his chest before following the defined lines of his abs. He stilled beneath my touch, watching me closely, lips parted just enough to betray his need, like he was holding himself back, waiting to see what I'd do next.

When I reached his groin, I let my hand drift lower, unhurried, until my fingers brushed the unmistakable hardness beneath his trousers.

I stared at him, drinking in every detail of his face, wanting to memorize the way he looked right now, the curve of his lips, the heat in his eyes, the subtle rise and fall of his chest, so it would live forever in the deepest part of my subconscious.

I wrapped my hand around him, letting my fingers linger just enough to make him shiver.

"Shit," he growled, his breath hitching as heat pooled in his chest.

I pulled down his pants and boxers that barely held back the huge cock that came dangling in front of me.

I didn't care at that moment if he was my stepbrother or if what we were doing was forbidden. All I wanted was to be fucked by his love rod like I had been starved of it my entire life.

I spat into my hands and circled it on his thick length.

He groaned, throwing his head back.

With my hands around his erection, I let my touch roam, feeling every pulse and tension beneath my fingers. His body reacted to me with every subtle movement, and I drank in the way he trembled under my hands.

He pulled me close, his hands gripping my waist as he pressed his lips to my breast. The heat of him against me and the way his tongue teased my nipples sent shivers through my body, making me moan before I could stop myself.

I moved my hands on his dick faster, lost in the heat between us, when suddenly he lifted me effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing. My legs curled around him, my hands clutching his neck, and the thrill of being held so completely consumed me.

My wetness dripped down onto his thick length as he lined himself up to enter me.

"You're so fucking ready for me." He whispered as he slowly lowered me into his erection.

"Oh fuck." I moaned, feeling the hardness of him inside me. I adjusted to his size and without words, we both moved in unison

"Oh, fuck," I moaned, feeling his hardness inside me.

I adjusted to his size and without words, we both moved together effortlessly, each motion perfect in sync, and every pulse of closeness sent shivers racing through me.

My fingers dug into the strength of his shoulders as I clung to him, holding on like he was my anchor.

"Ahhh..yes..fuck...me." I pressed against him, moaning softly in his ear. Every movement sent shivers through both of us as his hands guided me closer to that perfect rhythm.

He paused, both of us panting, our bodies still pressed together, every shudder and heartbeat echoing the heat between us.

"After today, you won't be able to walk," he growled, his hands still firm on my thigh as he carried me to the bed.

When he finally laid me on the bed, he lifted my leg to his shoulder and slowly slid his erection into me again.

"Oh God." I screamed, arching off the bed.

He let out a low growl and slammed into me, one hard thrust.

"Albert....fuck me like a slut!"

"Scream it." He ordered. "I wanna hear it."

"Please..." I gasped, each word barely escaping past my ragged breaths. "Fuck my pussy."

"That's what I want to hear." He pulled out slowly, then slammed back in.

"You're so good." I whimpered.

He pressed a hand gently yet firmly over my mouth, silencing my cries while he thrust in and out of me, again and again.

The bed moved beneath us as we pressed together, my body trembling with every motion, and for a moment it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

"Beg me to fuck you like a good girl. Not a slut." He rumbled, his eyes dark with wild pleasure as he stared at me.

"I'm not a good girl," I whispered, but his hand pressed gently over my mouth, muffling the words.

"What was that?" He removed his hand from my mouth.

"Don't stop!" I gasped, my head tilting back, eyes fluttering with need.

He pinned my hands above me, lifted my other leg and drove in deeper.

"Faster...faster Albert...."

He answered my plea, moving with more intensity, each motion sending waves through me. The sounds of him slamming into me combined with my gasps, the incomprehensible words that left my lips and his low groans, filled the room.

I didn't care how loud I was. It was just him and me.

No one else.

Another surge of orgasm coursed through me, overwhelming every nerve as I surrendered completely to the rhythm we shared.

I screamed into the pillow as he fucked me raw. I tried to pull my hands free, but he held me tighter, every pulse of his movement sending heat through me. I shivered under his grip, lost in the intensity between us.

"Albert!" I folded my hands tightly. "Yessss..."

Then, waves of pleasure tore through me, leaving me trembling and breathless as my juices sprang out but Albert didn't relent.

With one final, powerful movement and a low, guttural groan, he found his own release, and his body shuddered against mine, every motion echoing the heat we'd shared.