I want to tell her everything—the way my heart races at the thought of her, the way my mind is consumed by dreams of a life we could never have. But I can’t. I can’t risk it.
“Really, I’m fine,” I say, trying to sound more convincing. “Just a bit tired, that’s all.” Her expression softens, but I can tell she isn’t entirely convinced. “Alright, but promise me you’ll take a break soon. You’re too important to me, and I don’t want you to burn out.” The sincerity in her voice hits me hard. I want to be the brother she needs, the protector she deserves, but the more time I spend with her, the harder it becomes to separate my feelings from my duties. As she turns to leave, I can’t help but call after her, “Shelly, wait.” She pauses, looking back at me, her curiosity piqued. “Yeah?” “Just… be careful out there, okay? I know things have been rough lately, but I don’t want anything to happen to you.” The weight of my words hangs in the air, heavy with the unspoken truth of my feelings. She smiles softly, her expression both reassuring and heart-wrenching. “I will. You know I’m always careful. And besides, I have you watching my back, right?” “Always,” I promise, though the word feels both comforting and terrifying. As she leaves the room, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m losing control over the very thing I’m trying to protect. The emotions swirling inside me threaten to spill over, a dangerous cocktail of desire and duty that I can no longer contain. I sit back in my chair, staring at the pile of work that seems to mock me. How can I focus on anything when my heart is so entangled with Shelly’s? The conflict within me is relentless, a battle between what I know is right and what my heart craves. I know I need to find a way to distract myself, to push these feelings aside. Maybe I could find someone else, someone who can help me forget. But even as I think it, I realize the futility of that plan. No one could ever take her place in my heart. The memories of our shared laughter, the warmth of her presence, and the way her gaze sends my heart racing all of it is too powerful to ignore. I need to accept that this is my reality now, and I have to navigate it carefully, for both our sakes. I take a deep breath, trying to clear my mind, but the image of Shelly lingers, a haunting reminder of what I desire and what I must never have. I can’t help but wonder: how long can I keep this up? How long before my heart succumbs to the very feelings I’m trying to suppress? The thought terrifies me, and yet, it also exhilarates me. The line between love and danger has never felt so thin, and I know that one wrong move could change everything forever. I am left with a choice: to fight against these feelings or to embrace the chaos that comes with them.Shelly’s POVS: “Right there, daddy, right there. Please don’t stop. Harder harder faster baby oh yeah right there.” “Beg baby beg daddy to allow you to come.” Please please let me cum I can’t hold it any longer. I'm all tingly. Please daddy. “Tell me who you belong to, baby.” It's you Sebastian, I'm yours. “I want you to show me that you belong to me and only me. Good girl, now you can cum baby cum on my dick.” “I'm going to let you cum as many times as you want. I to feel your sweet juices on my dick baby. I'm going to give you all the pleasure you want.” “I'm going to make you cum so hard. I'm going to make you feel so good. I'm going to make you scream my name and beg for more. I'm going to make you addicted to me baby. Where you can’t stop thinking and needing me.” Oh oh I’m cumming daddy! Buzz buzz buzz Jumping up I realize my alarm is going off rubbing my eyes and feeling a little disoriented. I started looking around looking for him. After realizing I’m alo
Sebastian’s POV Despite the files and work piling up on my desk, I cannot seem to concentrate on anything else but my step-sister, Shelly. It’s wrong in so many ways, especially since I am supposed to be her protector and big brother figure. My mind races, swirling with the thoughts of her, the memories of our time together, and the undeniable attraction that grows stronger with each passing day. Shelly entered my life when my dad married her mother, bringing her into our home when she was just 14 years old and I was shy of turning 17. From that moment, I knew there was something special about her—the way her laughter could fill a room, how her eyes sparkled with a mixture of innocence and curiosity. I still remember the first time I laid eyes on her, the way she seemed to light up the dimmest corners of my heart. For three long years, I’ve controlled myself, pushing down the feelings that threaten to consume me. I’ve carved out a reputation as the most dangerous mafia boss,
Sebastian’s POVLast year, our lives were irrevocably changed when we lost our parents in a brutal attack. Our father, once a powerful mafia boss, was taken from us by a ruthless group of gang members, leaving a void that felt impossible to fill. It all happened one fateful night during their three-year anniversary. As they returned to their car, it exploded into a violent fireball, shattering our world and leaving us broken. That night was the hardest time for both me and Shelly, but I knew it weighed even heavier on her. While I immersed myself in the chaos of becoming the next mafia boss as a means of distraction, Shelly was left to navigate her grief alone, her heart heavy with loss. I could see the pain in her eyes, the way she struggled to find her footing in a world that had turned upside down. Now, my purpose is clear: I must protect her and keep her safe from harm. I know she may have felt abandoned when I wasn’t there during her darkest moments, but I’ve always been sile
Sebastian’s POV: Determined to banish the tumult of emotions swirling in my mind, I make my way down to the depths of my underground club—a sanctuary where the chaos of the outside world fades and the intoxicating allure of desire takes over. My intention is clear: to erase Shelly from my thoughts and redefine her in my mind as nothing more than a stepsister, a distant connection overshadowed by the vibrant escapades that await me. As I push open the heavy door, I am immediately enveloped by the electric atmosphere of the club. The air is thick, saturated with a heady mix of sweat, smoke, and alcohol, laced with an undercurrent of raw desire. The bass thumps in harmony with my racing heart as I navigate through the throng of bodies, each person lost in their own world of indulgence. The VIP section beckons me, a realm where the night’s most captivating characters come to play. Once settled into a corner booth, I let my gaze wander over the scene before me. Showgirls, lithe and e
Shelly’s POV I can’t stop thinking about Sebastian even though I loved it that he caught me getting out of the shower and I loved the way his eyes darkened when he saw me completely bare. Feeling all hot and bothered now, I know I need a release before I head to school. I don't want to be grumpy all day because I’m so horny. It’s not like I can find a boy there to help because none of them will even look my way. And I have no clue why my best friend Kathy says my brother is the fault of it because she caught him having a heated conversation with one of the boys that asked me out for homecoming last year. She also mentioned that wasn’t the only time she saw my step brother getting verbally abusive with one of the boys from my school. Come to think of it, all the boys she mentioned either left the state or were never heard from again. Oh well I guess I’ll just take care of aching between my legs myself with my little jake rabbit dildo. Pulling out the di
Shelly’s POV: Step one in my audacious quest to seduce my stepbrother: choosing the perfect outfit. As I dive into the depths of my closet, a treasure trove of fabrics and colors, my heart races with anticipation. My fingers brush against various textures until I stumble upon a stunning ensemble that feels just right—a beautiful off-the-shoulder, short-sleeve v-neck blouse in an enchanting shade of rich green. It dances with the light and complements my skin tone flawlessly, making me feel both elegant and daring. With a mischievous smile, I pair it with a flirty jean skirt that clings to my curves in all the right places. The way it accentuates my figure leaves little to the imagination, and I can’t help but feel a surge of confidence. I slip into sleek black sandal heels, their delicate straps wrapping around my ankles like a second skin, adding a touch of sophistication and elongating my legs. Next, I turn my attention to my makeup and hair, wanting to enhance my featur
Sebastian’s POV: What in the world just happened? Honestly, what was that? I can still feel the phantom of her kiss on my cheek, the heat radiating from where her lips brushed my skin. This enchanting woman is driving me to the brink. I’m desperately trying to maintain my composure, yet here she is, flaunting her exquisite beauty right before my very eyes. I run a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the thoughts clouding my mind. She’s my stepsister, for crying out loud! Yet, how can I ignore the way my body reacts to her? My dick is still incredibly hard, a constant reminder of the intensity of the moment we just shared, and I can’t believe she just ran out the door like that, leaving me here in a whirlwind of confusion and desire. She is so naughty; I just want to bring her across my knees and spank her little fine ass until it’s as red as a rose petal. Damn you women, you’re making this so incredibly hard on me, baby girl, and you don’t even know it. The buzz of
Sebastian’s POV: Continued As I navigated the chaotic streets of New Orleans, adrenaline surged through my veins like a wild river, pushing me forward. My car screeched through intersections, the tires barely gripping the asphalt as I blew through every traffic light and stop sign. My mind was a storm of thoughts, each one more frantic than the last, and I could feel the weight of my responsibilities pressing down on me like a heavy shroud. I didn’t have to worry about the police; half of them were on my payroll, a silent agreement forged in fear and necessity. They wouldn’t dare pull me over, not when they knew the consequences of crossing me. In this city, I was the law, not because I was righteous but because I had the power to enforce my will. Ever since the shattering loss of my parents, a cruel twist of fate that left me with nothing but a burning desire for vengeance and protection, I had clawed my way to the top. Shelly was all I had left, and I would do anything to kee
I want to tell her everything—the way my heart races at the thought of her, the way my mind is consumed by dreams of a life we could never have. But I can’t. I can’t risk it. “Really, I’m fine,” I say, trying to sound more convincing. “Just a bit tired, that’s all.” Her expression softens, but I can tell she isn’t entirely convinced. “Alright, but promise me you’ll take a break soon. You’re too important to me, and I don’t want you to burn out.” The sincerity in her voice hits me hard. I want to be the brother she needs, the protector she deserves, but the more time I spend with her, the harder it becomes to separate my feelings from my duties. As she turns to leave, I can’t help but call after her, “Shelly, wait.” She pauses, looking back at me, her curiosity piqued. “Yeah?” “Just… be careful out there, okay? I know things have been rough lately, but I don’t want anything to happen to you.” The weight of my words hangs in the air, heavy with th
Sebastian’s POV The following day, my men and I gathered in my office, a space filled with maps, files, and the lingering scent of strong coffee. We were deep in discussion, trying to piece together the whereabouts of that elusive Chase prick who had managed to slip through our fingers. The atmosphere was thick with frustration as we combed through every lead and tip we had, but so far, we were met with a frustrating silence. Each moment that passed felt like a wasted opportunity, and the pressure was mounting. Our minds raced with possibilities, but despite our best efforts, we were left with no clues to guide us in our search. Determined to crack this case, we leaned over the table, scrutinizing every detail, brainstorming strategies, and refusing to let our resolve waver. Suddenly, I hear a soft knock on the door, pulling me from my thoughts. It’s Shelly. My heart races as I call her in, the anticipation of her presence stirring emotions I desperately try to keep at bay.
Shelly’s POV: It’s been a few days since the incident, and I still haven’t had the courage to tell Sebastian what Chase did to me. I know Sebastian he would kill him without a second thought. I couldn’t blame him though but I don’t want to lose him either. Strangely enough, I haven’t seen Chase around school these last few days either. There are whispers circulating around the students that he might have been sent to Providence, or perhaps his mother chose to send him to live with his dad again. He’s a big bully and this is only the tip of the iceberg for his antics. For those who don’t know, Providence is a school specifically designed for students who have gotten into serious trouble—those whom regular schools can no longer manage. Due to the safety of the student himself or her self or the stupids in a regular school. The teachers can no longer handle these stupids anymore. The environment in providence is much stricter, with heightened police prot
A rush of heat flooded my body at the unmistakable sound of her sweet, soft moans. I felt my heart race and my senses sharpen. It was a sound I had heard many times before, one that ignited a primal desire deep within me. I had often found myself drawn to her bedroom at night, compelled to check on her, to make sure she was safe and sound, only to leave with a cold shower as my only relief. Walking toward her room, I noticed the door was ajar, a slight invitation that I couldn’t resist. I paused, my breath hitching in my throat as I peered inside. What I saw froze me in place, desire coursing through my veins like wildfire. Shelly was sprawled out on her bed, completely naked, her head thrown back against the pillow. Her legs were spread wide open, leaving me with an unfiltered view of her mouth-watering, pink, shaven pussy. I licked my lips, entranced, unable to look away. Her fingers moved skillfully, sliding in and out of her tight walls, and the sounds she made were intoxic
Sebastian’s POV: The atmosphere in the warehouse was thick with tension, the remnants of violence hanging in the air like a shroud. I leaned closer to James, my voice a low, threatening whisper. “My name is James. I was tailing Shelly because that was my task from my boss. He made me do it.” “Go on,” I urged, my tone dripping with menace. “What is the name of your boss?” “You know him. You know him very well.” His voice trembled, and I could see the sweat beading on his forehead, the desperation etched into the lines of his face. His admission sent a shiver down my spine. “His name is Mr. Lorenzo. The very man who put out the hit on your parents.” The name hung in the air between us, heavy with the weight of our shared history, a name that conjured memories of loss and betrayal. “Why is he after my stepsister, Shelly?” My voice cut through the silence, fierce and unyielding. James swallowed hard, his eyes darting around as if searching for an escape that wouldn’t come. “He
Shelly’s POV: “Ow owe bestie you look hot if I was gay I would totally do you babe.” Sabrina says, making me giggle. “Babe, you're such a sweet bestie I love you!” I say kissing her on the cheek. “So Shelly, have you achieved the mission to seduce my fine as hell stepbrother yet? No not yet but I’ve come up with a plan and started this morning you should have seen him he could barely keep his eyes off of me Sabby.” “Girl you have been after him for years what’s the hold up?” I have no clue but it’s driving me crazy I say under my breath. I’ve known Sebrina since we were toddlers so I had to tell her of the fantasy I have about my step brother. I couldn't hide that type of shit from her even if I’ve tried. She’s my person, my best friend, my ride or die babe. We have been through some crazy shit together but I wouldn’t change it for the world. “Well babe I hope you get your baby you know I’m rooting for you always have alway
He continued, his voice dripping with disdain, “My name is of no concern to you, and you’ll never learn who sent me.” “Enough of this bullshit. Bring me my tools,” I commanded, my voice a low growl that left no room for argument. Mitchel, ever the eager accomplice, handed me my bag of instruments, a sinister grin creeping across his face as he remarked, “This is going to be so much fun. Get ready to scream, no-name.” “Do your best shot, buddy. I’m not spilling regardless,” the man replied, a hint of bravado lacing his tone. “That's fine with me,” I countered, a dark thrill lighting up my core at the prospect of unleashing my wrath. This was my favorite part of the day: the moment I made my enemies scream for their lives just before snuffing them out. Rummaging through the bag, my fingers closed around my weapon of choice: a fish knife. Its design was cruel and efficient, meant for piercing flesh and causing maximum agony. I relished the thought of the pain it would inflict, th
Sebastian’s POV: Continued As I navigated the chaotic streets of New Orleans, adrenaline surged through my veins like a wild river, pushing me forward. My car screeched through intersections, the tires barely gripping the asphalt as I blew through every traffic light and stop sign. My mind was a storm of thoughts, each one more frantic than the last, and I could feel the weight of my responsibilities pressing down on me like a heavy shroud. I didn’t have to worry about the police; half of them were on my payroll, a silent agreement forged in fear and necessity. They wouldn’t dare pull me over, not when they knew the consequences of crossing me. In this city, I was the law, not because I was righteous but because I had the power to enforce my will. Ever since the shattering loss of my parents, a cruel twist of fate that left me with nothing but a burning desire for vengeance and protection, I had clawed my way to the top. Shelly was all I had left, and I would do anything to kee
Sebastian’s POV: What in the world just happened? Honestly, what was that? I can still feel the phantom of her kiss on my cheek, the heat radiating from where her lips brushed my skin. This enchanting woman is driving me to the brink. I’m desperately trying to maintain my composure, yet here she is, flaunting her exquisite beauty right before my very eyes. I run a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the thoughts clouding my mind. She’s my stepsister, for crying out loud! Yet, how can I ignore the way my body reacts to her? My dick is still incredibly hard, a constant reminder of the intensity of the moment we just shared, and I can’t believe she just ran out the door like that, leaving me here in a whirlwind of confusion and desire. She is so naughty; I just want to bring her across my knees and spank her little fine ass until it’s as red as a rose petal. Damn you women, you’re making this so incredibly hard on me, baby girl, and you don’t even know it. The buzz of