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, fe
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 en
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 dildo I lay on my bed a
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 features with
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 keep
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 keep
Michal’s POVAs soon as I heard the gunshots, I bolted outside. There stood our men, finally having arrived. I quickly approached them, issuing instructions on where to take those still unconscious. Meanwhile, our tech guy was dispatched to the footage room, tasked with extracting any valuable information like identifying the assailant and piecing together exactly what transpired.I scanned the area for Sebastian, but he was nowhere in sight. Growing anxious, I pulled out my phone to call him. No answer. But then, a faint ringtone reached my ears. I called again, following the distant sound all the way to the side of the building. That's when I froze.Sebastian lay on the ground, bloodied and motionless. Springing into action, I rushed to his side. He was still breathing, but only just. What on earth happened here? My eyes fell upon a gunshot wound in his side, blood pooling around him. My mind raced with questions. Who could have done this? Was someone lying in wait for him to emer
Sebastian’s POV"Mich, stay alert. It may be nothing, but I’ve got a bad feeling something happened before we made it here. Let's make sure we have each other's backs. I’ve already sent out an alert to our backup team stationed at the other warehouse, signaling them to be ready and head this way if needed.""No problem, brother," Mich responds, his voice tinged with concern. "I got your back. I have the same uneasy feeling as you. What the hell could have happened now? We need to find out and fast."With a shared understanding, we move into action, both of us quickly surveying the perimeter of the building. Our eyes are sharp, scanning for anything out of the ordinary. The coast appears clear, but our instincts tell us to remain on high alert an ominous silence hangs in the air.It's eerily quiet, unsettlingly so. This doesn’t sit well with me. Where are my guards? They’re supposed to be on duty, protecting this warehouse at all costs, especially today, when we’re expecting a major de
Shelly’s POV "Shelly, oh my goodness, Shelly, guess what?" Sabrina's voice was bubbling over with excitement as she practically bounced up and down."What, babe, what?" I asked, intrigued. "What happened?"Her eyes sparkled with joy as she recounted the moment. "Well, Mich—yeah, We were hanging out, and out of nowhere, he kissed me. It was my very first kiss from a guy, and can you believe it was Mich? After he pulled back, he looked a bit anxious, probably thinking I didn't like it, but I reassured him right away that I did. And do you know what he said next? He admitted he'd been wanting to kiss me for a while now but just decided to go for it."Sabrina paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as if still savoring the memory. "But that's not even the end of it!" she continued, her voice getting even more animated. "After kissing me, Mich asked me out on a date! I can hardly believe it; it's just so surreal!""But now," she said, almost screaming with excited panic, "I don’t know
Sebastian’s POVLying here with Shelly is one of the best feelings ever. Holding her against me, feeling every curve, is simply perfect. I woke up at three in the morning, just to admire her. She looked beautiful, and I probably seemed like a creep, but I didn’t care.Deciding to finally get up, I try not to wake her. I gather some clothes and head to the bathroom. Last night was wonderful, and Shelly responded to every touch and word, filling my dominant side perfectly.Stepping into the shower, flashes of last night replay in my mind. I picture her in her lingerie. I won’t lie, it definitely turned me on. Red is my favorite color, and she knows it. I’ll have to buy her more nightwear in the future, especially if I keep tearing the ones she wears. The thought makes me laugh.Her lips around my cock were perfect. She moved her tongue like she’s done it a million times before but I know she doesn't have that much experience because I’ve never let anyone touch her before besides me. I'
Sabrina’s POVLately, Mich and I have been spending an increasing amount of time together, and I feel that we are growing closer with each passing day. It’s been wonderful to have his company, as it brings a sense of warmth and comfort that I really needed. I confided in Shelly about my feelings, telling her that I find Mich incredibly cute and that I genuinely like him a lot. However, there’s this lingering uncertainty that I can't seem to shake off. I can't quite tell if Mich harbors the same feelings toward me, and it leaves me in a constant state of wondering. On one hand, I’m excited about the possibility of something more developing between us, but on the other hand, I worry about setting myself up for disappointment if he doesn't reciprocate my feelings.Adding to this emotional whirlwind, I’ve been grappling with a sense of loss and longing ever since my parents have been away. I miss their presence in my life every single day, and at times, it feels like there’s an unfillab
Shelly’s POVSebastian is deeply engrossed in his work in his office, providing me with the perfect opportunity to prepare for our evening together. I decided to give myself a bit of pampering. Stepping into the shower, feeling the warm water cascade over me as I vigorously lather my hair with shampoo, following it up with a soothing conditioner to ensure my locks are silky smooth. Next, I dedicate time to thoroughly shaving, ensuring that every inch of my skin feels soft and hair-free. My underarms, legs, and intimate areas all receive meticulous attention, leaving me with skin as smooth as silk. The sensation is incredibly liberating, especially since I’d been unable to maintain my usual routine after the unfortunate incident when I got stabbed in the stomach. Over time, I felt as though I was morphing into Chewbacca, that famously furry character from the woods. The gradual accumulation of hair on my body gave me a strangely wild, untamed feel which now melts away with every st
Shelly’s POVI stood quietly at the funeral under a large oak tree. Despite the sorrow, there was a special beauty reflecting Sabrina’s love for her parents. Sabrina chose a small, intimate ceremony, with only her closest friends and a few meaningful guards in attendance.Simple wooden chairs surrounded the site. In the center, a small pedestal held photos of Sabrina's parents, with white lilies adding a soft touch.The event was emotional, filled with grief, nostalgia, and shared memories. Sabrina spoke warmly of her parents, bringing smiles through tears. The music played softly, adding to the reflective mood.After the ceremony, a light meal of favorite dishes was shared, mixing laughter and tears. It was a time for remembering and cherishing good memories.Sabrina has finished moving into the house that Sebastian and I share, and I absolutely love having my best friend living here with us all the time. Her being here brings an extra layer of warmth and laughter to our home. Even t
Shelly’s POV Sebastian left a few hours ago to go discuss business matters with Michal, and ever since, I've had this nagging feeling in my gut. It feels as if he's keeping something significant from me. Yet, deep down, I understand that whatever he's hiding is likely meant to protect me. Though it’s difficult, I choose to be patient, waiting until he feels ready to reveal the truth. Meanwhile, there's an urgent matter at hand that demands my attention: my need to have a heartfelt conversation with Sabrina about her parents. This topic is profoundly sensitive for me because her parents hold a special place in my heart. After the brutal and unexpected murder of my mom and stepdad, Sabrina’s parents stepped up in a remarkable way. They took on the role of surrogate parents, ensuring I was looked after, cared for, and given everything I needed during that hard period. Their genuine kindness and support were lifesaving at a time when my world felt shattered.Back then, it was just Seb
Sebastian’s POV Dr. Grey entered the hospital room to see Shelly, a patient recovering from surgery to treat an abdominal wound. Her primary task was to check the status of Shelly’s stitches and to ensure the healing process was on track. Shelly had reported some increasing discomfort, which is common as the initial anesthesia wears off and the body adjusts to the healing process. To manage her pain effectively, Dr. Grey administered painkillers intravenously, which provide quick relief, along with antibiotics to prevent any potential infection at the site of the wound. Dr. Grey noticed Shelly's blood pressure was slightly elevated, a frequent response in patients experiencing pain, as the body naturally reacts by increasing heart rate and blood pressure. However, she reassured Shelly that this was a normal reaction to postoperative discomfort. Despite the elevated blood pressure, Dr. Grey was pleased to report that Shelly’s heart rate, blood work, and oxygen saturation levels we