บททั้งหมดของ Twins With Benefits : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

GigiI 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 gat

GigiAll of my girlfriends are excited to be the backpack of the bikers and my best friend Heather forces me to be a backpack of one of them. I refuse, laughing it off but the next moment I know that I am being dragged towards the bikers. I protest and try to break free, but Heather exclaims, “You always wanted to ride a bike. Let's do this now!”While she may be right that I enjoy the thrill, my only current worry is the man's presence. He is one of the bikers, his gaze locked onto me. His face seems vaguely familiar, and I can't shake the suspicion that he might be the one responsible for my father's recent murder.The majority of the girls are already seated behind the bikers on their heavy and superbikes. Only two of the bikers are standing without their backpacks. Heather quickly approaches the man wearing a balaclava, and I freeze in my spot, feeling a sudden hitch in my breath as I realize the biker in the balaclava is motioning for me to come over to him.After he shoves Heath

Gigi Lying on my bed, my mind is consumed by thoughts of last night. How could I have trusted that stranger? How did I allow him to touch me, to shamelessly ride his hand and let myself indulge in such intimacy? What possessed me to act so recklessly? The embarrassment weighs heavily on me, keeping me confined to my room for an entire day, unable to face the outside world.Lost in a fog of confusion, I find myself wondering about the mysterious figure in the balaclava and the chilling possibility that he might be the one responsible for my stepfather's death. Before I can delve deeper into these unsettling thoughts, a sudden knock on the door startles me back to reality. The door creaks open, and my stepbrother steps in, his face a mask of surprise and concern."Gigi, you're not ready yet! How careless!" My stepbrother's words puzzle me, and I furrow my brow in confusion, waiting for him to explain. "We're already running late for dinner. How much longer do you need?" His mention of

Gigi As I toss and turn on my bed, the faint rays of the sun filtering through the window causing a dull ache in my eyes, I slowly attempt to open them. To my surprise, I find my stepbrother sitting on the couch, his gaze filled with curiosity and concern as he looks at me. Sitting up, I prepare to speak, but before I can utter a word, he asks, "What did you do last night?" A lump forms in the back of my throat as the memories flood back, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. Someone had broken into the house last night and violated me. The weight of the truth settles heavily on my shoulders, leaving me speechless and overwhelmed by a deep sense of violation and fear.As my stepbrother's gaze meets mine, waiting for an explanation, I struggle to find the words to convey the truth about the night's events. The memory of the stranger's violation and the conflicting emotions it evoked swirl within me, leaving me at a loss for words. Stammering and searching for a response, m

Gigi "So, let me get this straight, someone is haunting you? And is he hot?" my friend Ashley casually sips on her juice as she lounges on the couch beside me. I roll my eyes at her nonchalant response, about to explain further when she suddenly interjects with excitement. "Oh! Is he Zade Meadows?" Her assumption takes me by surprise, and I quickly clarify the seriousness of the situation. "No, Ashley. This is not some romantic fantasy. He's the one who killed my stepdad, and now I fear for my sick mother's safety. How do I get rid of him?" I ask, seeking her advice on how to deal with the dangerous threat looming over me and my family.I feel a wave of frustration wash over me as Ashley casually suggests, “Well, confront him. Or call the cops on him!” I sigh deeply, sinking back into the couch in despair. "They won't believe me.” After a slight pause, I continue, “Did the cops ever believe Adeline?” Ashley scoffs at my expression and reminds me that my situation is different. Howeve