Chapter 5

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 without appearing overdone. I apply a coat of mascara, watching as my lashes flutter and my eyes pop, followed by a subtle line of black eyeliner that defines their shape. A soft sweep of warm brown eyeshadow brings depth, while a hint of blush gives my cheeks a natural glow, radiating freshness. For my hair, I decide to leave my dark brown curls cascading freely, embracing their natural texture. After a quick blow-dry, my locks transform into bouncy, voluminous curls that frame my face perfectly, adding an irresistible allure.

With my outfit and look complete, I venture out in search of Sebastian, feeling a rush of excitement. I walk with a little extra sway in my hips, knowing he’s in the kitchen—he always cooks breakfast for us. The tantalizing aroma of bacon and eggs wafts through the air, guiding me down the stairs and around the corner.

And there he is—Sebastian—absolutely irresistible. What am I saying? He’s always a vision of allure in my eyes. His bare chest glistens in the morning light, each muscle defined and flexing with every subtle movement. He’s clad in a pair of black shorts that hang just below his hips, teasingly revealing that delicious happy trail leading down into the front of his shorts. My heart races as I take in the sight of him standing tall at 6 foot 2, the embodiment of every fantasy I’ve ever had.

As I clear my throat to catch his attention, a deep, primal growl escapes him, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through me. His eyes darken with desire, locking onto mine with an intense gaze that feels electric, holding it for a few tantalizing seconds before he finally clears his own throat, trying to regain his composure.

“Shelly, what are you wearing? That isn’t exactly appropriate for school, baby girl,” he says, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.

In a swift motion, he turns away, and I can’t help but notice the unmistakable bulge forming in the front of his shorts as he adjusts himself, a sight that makes my cheeks flush with heat. He quickly pivots back, his expression a mix of urgency and temptation, his gaze burning into me.

“Well, baby girl, you should change,” he urges, his tone almost pleading, making my heart race even faster.

I smirk, inching closer and trailing my fingers up his chiselled arm, relishing the warmth of his skin beneath my touch. “Uh, nope! I don’t have to,” I tease, glancing up at him playfully as mischief dances in my eyes. Changing the subject, I add, “Breakfast smells divine,” and I quickly steal a piece of crispy bacon from the plate. I take a bite and let out a soft moan, savoring the flavor as I lick my lips. “Mhm, it tastes incredible, Sebastian.”

Holding the piece of bacon up to his lips, I pause, waiting for him to take a bite. He stares at me, amusement flickering in his eyes, before he nibbles on it, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yep, it’s good. But now, back to the subject, what are you wearing?”

I respond with a playful grin, “Well, Seb, I wanted to try a new style. What do you think?” I give a little spin, letting the fabric swirl around me, feeling the fabric brush against my skin.

His gaze intensifies, lingering on me with a mix of admiration and concern. “You look so grown, baby girl, so, so grown. Now go change.”

But I’m not ready to back down from his challenge. I stand on my tiptoes, pressing a soft peck on his cheek, my heart racing with exhilaration. “No,” I whisper defiantly, a playful glint in my eyes as I dart past him, flinging open the front door and stepping outside, feeling the cool morning air wrap around me.

With a burst of laughter, I hop into my BMW, the sleek interior welcoming me like a cocoon. The thrill of the moment sends a rush of excitement and jitters through my whole body at how visibly turned on he was by the sight of me, his stepsister. I can still picture his eyes—dark and hungry—lingering on my every curve, igniting a fire within me that I never knew I was capable of feeling.

As I grip the steering wheel, I glance back at the house, catching a glimpse of Sebastian through the kitchen window. He’s standing there, arms crossed, looking both frustrated and intrigued, as if battling an internal war. The corner of his mouth twitches upward in a half-smile, and I can’t help but feel a surge of excitement. This is what I wanted—to make him notice me, to stir something in him that he can’t quite resist.