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Gigi

I sit with my stepbrother for breakfast. Regardless of the forbidden thoughts that I have about him, I managed to keep a distance from him. Would it be prohibited to have such thoughts about him while touching myself? Even if it is, I wouldn’t be ashamed to reach my orgasm while I think of him drilling me down. I am not a saint, perhaps I am just a girl who loves harsh shit like getting fucked hardcore.

I won’t lie to say that I am not a virgin. I mean who is in this generation? I have needs and desires. My past relationship was a neighborhood fling filled with lust and passion. It was based on physical features and it wasn’t completely rational. I lose my virginity to that mother fucker and now I hold a regret in my heart. While my mind drifts with useless ideas, my brother bends over to help me cut the sausage that is trapped within my fork.

“Need help, sister?” his low hoarse voice makes me jump and the fork falls from my hand. My heart is thumping hard into my chest and I gather the courage to turn my gaze towards him. He remains in his place, his face is mere inches apart from me. I gaze directly into his intense blue eyes which captivate my soul. No words come out of my mouth yet I have so much to speak.

I secretly clench the hem of my black dress which I specifically choose for my stepfather’s funeral. “I believe you don’t like sausages, do you?” his question rings through my eardrums and I take a deep breath, giving him a reply in my head. Only if the sausage belongs to you, I wouldn’t take my mouth off of it for days.

I gulp nervously, mentally slapping myself and forcing a smile. I utter, “Uh, no. I—” The next thing I hear is my stepbrother laughing at my face. His hot breath hits my skin, and the scent of peppermint comes across my nose. If intrusive thoughts could win, I would be pressing my lips against his and pulling him for a kiss. Yet reality remains the exact opposite, and I prefer to live in reality.

“Look at you! All red -” he brings his hand to my nose, gently pinching it in a teasing manner. He might think of me as his little sister but the thoughts I carry for him must be buried deep inside me. I don’t want to feel embarrassed in front of my mother. “Shall we go, Amber?” he refers to my mother who nods in his direction. I rise from my seat, turning to be bumped into him and he narrows his eyebrows at me, playfully refering, “You don’t want me to hold your hand and guide you through the car, do you?”

Why the fuck am I nervous around him? I must be confident and show him that I am not easy to play with. Of course without giving him the idea of being a mean and spoiled child. He treats me like a child perhaps because of my tiny height and age. The features on my face are of a young girl however I am just sixteen years old.

Alex is sitting next to me in the SUV van, while my mother is seated in front of us. As the driver hits the road, I feel the sense of adrenaline rush into the pit of my stomach when his knee brushes against mine. The feeling of being touched with him is sending shivers down my spine. I am having a difficult time controlling my feelings and turning my face to stare out of the window, I try to distract my evil mind.

Soon we arrive at the graveyard and Alex gives me a hand to help me get out of the car. Once I put my hand into his, electricity passes through me yet I choose not to show any of my feelings to him. Stepping into the dried leaves, I walk inside the cemetery with my mother and stepbrother. So many unfamiliar faces greet us, showing their condolences to us and specially to Alex Knight.

A pastor stands beside the freshly dug grave and the coffin is placed on the ground…the casket is slightly open for people to see the resting face of my stepfather. Alex stands beside me, he sighs deeply, watching the lifeless body of our father. By the time we are done with the burial, the sand cascades to the casket, covering the grave with the sand.

It's been two days since the funeral of my father and we are still mourning for his death. My mother is dressed in black, her love for my stepfather was so strong. I am distracting my mind with the views I get to see on the daily basis. My stepbrother has a tough routine, he wakes up early morning and while he swims in the pool, I watch him from the window of my room.

My wet self is very eager to be fucked by him and I find it very impossible to do so. At the breakfast table when my mother brings up the topic of his future plans, he informs her about the most shocking news of my life. “Amber, my girlfriend is arriving here soon. She will be our guest for a few days. I hope it's not an issue.”

The ground slips off my feet when I comprehend the meaning behind his sentence. He is not a single man. Was I so naive to understand that a handsome hunk like him would be single? How unfortunate. I sit in my room, contemplating things about his girlfriend and how am I going to behave around her until the ring of my phone disturbs me.

“Hello?” I speak out of frustration and my friend softly utters, “Girl, where the hell have you been? Everyone in the group is texting you and you are not responding. Are you even alive?” rolling my eyes boringly, I retort, “Everything is fine, Heather.” She informs me with news that might take down my boredom for a while.

“There is a drift night tonight. Are you coming?” my eyes lighten up as the grin crosses my face and I retort, “Yes, sign me up. I will be there.” as I decline the line, my mind is plotting with the most unexpected thoughts that include taking my stepbrother to the drifting night.