Crazy Sexy With Brother (A Brother Sister Sex Story)
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Wild and crazy Chloe is crushing on her older step-brother. Trevor is home from college, and looking hotter and sexier than ever. And their outrageous flirting is driving them both crazy, making their bodies ache. What happens when Chloe is stood up by her date? Can the two of them keep their hands off each other's forbidden bodies? More
Wild and crazy Chloe is crushing on her older step-brother. Trevor is home from college, and looking hotter and sexier than ever. And their outrageous flirting is driving them both crazy, making their bodies ache. What happens when Chloe is stood up by her date? Can the two of them keep their hands off each other's forbidden bodies?
Warning: This is a terribly wicked story full of explicit consensual sex between a sexy young woman and her hot step-brother. Everyone is over 18, but if you are offended by step-siblings having hot monkey sex then this is not the story for you. Only for 18 and above readers.
They looked at each other with big grins.
"It's in the air," Trevor said.
“Play your cards right, big brother, and some of you might be inside me,” she said, wagging her brows. Her belly clenched, afraid he’d come to his sense with such a blatant expression of her desires. If he pulled away, choosing the path of right and proper, she’d just die. Right there. Dead. “And so far you’ve had a pretty good hand.”
“Mmm,” he said, looking down into her deep cleavage, then up to her lips. “So far the only thing in my hands has been you. So yeah, a pretty good hand.”
Her hand came up to his face as he lowered his lips. Chloe’s breath caught, as her head tilted and lips rose up to meet his. Both moaned low when their lips finally met, and melted together.
The young blonde moaned and groaned, clutching at him as their lips glided across each other, tongues wrestling in her mouth. His hands stroked her back, her hair, her hips. And then he cupped a breast, giving it a wonderful squeeze that sent the most amazing ripples through her body.
“Oh god,” she gasped out, reaching down to unzip him. “Please. I need you so bad.”
“I know. It’s so bad. So wrong,” he said, panting, showering her face with kisses. “We really shouldn’t.”
About the Author:
Raquel Rogue has a passion for erotic writing, her pet Yorkie, and stilettos. Not necessarily in that order. She can't get her fertile mind off the tawdry, taboo side of life, so writes stories so wet, wild, and wicked, it'll curl your toes.