I stroke her hair while she cries and say, “Okay, little girl. That’s it. We’re all done now.”She immediately gets up and puts her arms around me. She straddles me, and I hold her as she weeps on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Daddy!” she says.“Little girl,” I say, “the spanking took care of all that. It’s a fresh clean slate now.”She pulls back and stares at me wide-eyed. “Really?”I smile and nod.She smiles back, and it almost feels like this is the first genuine smile I’ve ever seen on her face, a smile free of worry or falsehood. “Daddy!” she shouts ash she giggles. It doesn’t take long at all before her mouth is on mine. It takes very little time after that for my clothes to start coming off.☆☆☆☆Tamara:::The feel of his hands moving over me is simply astounding, and I find myself moaning very loudly as I moan almost desperately, trying somehow to make my voice and my neediness to drive me over the edge One of Daddy’s hands holds my wrists together over my head, pressed against t
Chase:::I would rather be any other place but here. Coming home for the holidays is something most families cherish, but I’m not most people.There are just too many memories here. And, far too many reasons to rethink how different things could have been.Yet here I am, back in Colorado and freezing! Instead of sitting in my cozy townhouse in Silicon Valley, where I work on designing apps and live in coding bliss.With a sigh, I start the car and turn on the heat.Just a few minutes ago, my dad asked me to pick up my new stepsister, Emma, from the bus station in Glenwood Springs, Colorado. He and his wife, Carol, just got married two weeks ago. They’re both widowers.I don’t know much about my new stepsister, except that she’s twenty-two years old and in her final year of college. Oh, and I was told that she’s extremely superstitious.When I asked my dad, “What does that mean?” he responded, “Well, for example, Carol said that Emma is a little shaken up today because she lost one glo
“I’ll try not to,” she says, tucking her hair behind her ear with a slight blush staining her cheeks.“Hey, do you want to listen to some music?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood even more while we unwind.“Sure,” she replies, her eyes flitting to my own, then away again.“I always say that music makes the ride more fun,” I admit, enjoying the way that she held my gaze just a minute ago. She has the prettiest brown eyes that I’ve ever seen. They’re a chocolate shade with a hint of molten caramel in the iris.“I agree,” she comments quietly. “Christmas music is my jam.”I didn’t say anything about Christmas music, but okay.“Christmas music coming right up here,” I announce before turning on the car radio.A few seconds later, I manage to find a radio station that’s playing Christmas songs. Then I adjust the radio dial to make sure it sounds okay and turn up the volume.There, that’s better.I stay quiet for the rest of the drive, willing my erection to go downAs soon as we arrive at
My heart does a flip flop and loses its rhythm for a second. “Oh,” I reply, my cheeks flaming. “That’s right. Yeah, there’s a bunch I want to try.”My goodness, what am I saying? I sound so awkward and stiff.To his credit though, Chase has really gone out of his way to make me feel comfortable and welcome here.God, he’s so gorgeous.He has dark brown hair and deep-sea blue eyes. With a chiseled jaw and lips that are beyond inviting, I bet that women go crazy for him. His gaze is so intense I feel I can’t look away, and whenever he talks to me, I get this tingly feeling in my nipples.I should be ashamed of myself.I don’t have a lot of experience with men, but I know that this means that my virgin body is wanting and needing sex. And with, of all people, my new stepbrother.Stop it, Emma.Stop thinking about him like that.You’re a filthy girl, aren’t you? my inner voice berates me.Yes, yes…YES.I recite a silent mantra for inner balance but each time the tingling happens, I feel a
“Nothing, I’m fine.”“No,” Chase insists. “Please tell me.”“Well, it’s just that we’re right under the mistletoe.”His brows knit. “And?”“And you get seven years of bad luck for ignoring a mistletoe.”“Let me help you with that.” Chase leans over and kisses me lightly on my cheek. “There, don’t you feel better now?” He smiles. “So you can relax—there’s no need to worry any more.”I feel my cheeks turn red. “Um…I’m not sure it works like that.”“They’re parasitic plants, though,” he remarks playfully. “Can they really be that picky?”“Unfortunately, yes. A mistletoe kiss needs to be REAL to combat bad luck. It must be a stolen kiss, too,” I explain, my face burning with embarrassment. “Actually, just forget it.”“Stolen?”“Let’s just forget the whole thing. It’s all my fault for not noticing that mom hung the plant right by the Christmas tree! I’m just always trying to avoid—” I don’t get to finish my sentence because Chase grabs me by my hair and pins me to the wall. Then he kisses
My lips quirk up on one side. “Heck yeah. Let’s go to the mall.”☆☆☆☆☆Emma:::I have always been a good girl. But Chase brought out a side of me I hadn’t known existed. It’s a bad girl side that wants to mess with his head and give him a taste of his own medicine.Mmm…I love the intense look that he gave me in the kitchen right after Mama gave him the scare of his life.Did he really think I’d tell on him?I can’t wait to play more pranks on Chase. He's the brother that I never had. Um, minus the butterflies in my stomach that he keeps giving me.Oh God.The butterflies in my stomach are worse since he kissed me.The memory is still so vivid.How can I forget his tongue in my mouth and the possessive way that he grabbed me by my hair?Heck, I’ve never been kissed like that before.I know that it was just a mistletoe kiss…but I want him to kiss me again.God, you’re pathetic, Emma, my inner voice says.Why is everyone in a relationship, but me?Because UNLIKE YOU, they’re not a jinx.
What are you talking about?” I say before nudging her nose with mine. Then, unable to resist, my lips lean in toward hers. “That’s my favorite Christmas movie.”“There’s no Christmas magic nor kissing in that one,” she points out.“We’ll add our own in its place.”“Wow. I think you two look great posing just like that,” a mall photographer calls out to us. “Would you lovebirds like a holiday photo taken to create greeting cards to send out?”“No. NO photo, thank you,” I say, quickly snapping out of my trance. I really shouldn’t be holding my stepsister like this in front of everyone.With wide eyes, Emma stares down at the bulging tent in my pants. “Um, you’re—” her words stop short.“Don’t look at it,” I grumble.“I can’t help it. It’s kind of hard to miss,” she jokes, blushing. “Should I stand in front of you and hide it like I did last night?”Hide it, huh? “Honestly, the best place to hide it would be deep inside you. Don’t you agree?”Her mouth falls open and then she blushes aga
Her expression falls a little, but she shrugs it off quickly. “You don’t have to—”“I mean, I want to look at you—just not in that way,” I add before releasing her wrists. “I like what I see too much. You’re too tempting not to want to break the rules for.”She stares up at me through her lashes and smiles. “You were my first kiss.”I blink, confused. “Your first?”“Well not my first, but my first REAL good kiss. No guy has ever kissed me until I went dizzy and my toes curled.”I stare down at her lips and instantly imagine her feeling dizzy from our kiss. And then I picture her toes curling and her knees wobbly from the force of her desire. Fuck. The image goes right to my groin, and I swallow hard. “You see what I mean? We shouldn’t discuss things beyond the topic of brother and sister stuff,” I say firmly. But then, unable to resist the urge, I reach over and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “But since you brought it up, I need to know why.”“After my dad died, my mom was