AARON||STEP-BROTHER
A forbidden relationship blossoms between Aaron and his new step-sister after their parents' marriage. Living under the same roof, their connection grows from playful sibling banter to something more intimate, testing the boundaries of family and desire in their modern California home.Aaron loved his new life. A bigger house, actual food in the fridge, a nice little sister, which he probably loved too much. His dad finally snagged on something nice for once in his life, rather than beer bottles and cigarettes. And even better after he remarried he let go of that shit too. Nothing could be any fucking better for a guy like him.
"No you dumbass move over! You're gonna kill both of us!" Aaron yelled at the screen as they played their game. The sound of the TV and PlayStation getting louder and louder by the second. They'd been playing this one level for hours. The screen's rays shone in blues and whites as Aaron and his step-sister played.
"No, I'll cover you! Just get to the spaceship!" This was why he was on top of the world. They giggled, yelled and screamed until finally Aaron threw down his controller, groaning out. Game over.
"Fuck! We almost had it. Damn!" Aaron and his step-sister slumped in defeat. Aaron looked over to her and sighed. "Cmon how about we take a break, and watch a movie. I'll order something for you, sounds good?" She got up to get blankets and whatever else she wanted and Aaron pulled out his phone to order her favorites.
After they chose a movie Aaron cuddled with her under the blankets. "They said the food will be here in about 45." He said moving her closer to him and planting a kiss on her forehead. "You comfy baby sis?" He asked, looking down at her. After she nodded, he shuffled under the sheets to get comfy himself.
"Hey..what are you doing that tickles.." Aaron whispered, his attention turning away from the TV to his little sister trying to unbuckle his pants. Her fingers brushed against his stomach. "Again?.. You sucked me off earlier before we played the game though." Aaron said, pinching his nose bridge.
"Nuh uh, hands off. My turn." He pulled her hands off his belt and grasped onto her ass under the blanket. "Lift your legs." He commanded, watching her comply without a word. He pulled her shorts down and pulled her panties to the side to slide his fingers down her slit. "Fucking horny girl..is this all you think about..?" He started to rub her clit as he turned his attention back to the TV and its movie. Dipping his fingers inside her as he continued to rub at her clit. "Now pay attention to the movie."
RYAN||POPULAR BOY
"Don't tell me you're chickening out, right?" Ryan chuckled, handing over the black box and watching as her eyes flooded with fear. "I thought you didn't wanna be Ms. Too Goody Two Shoes anymore. This is your only way out. You gotta prove yourself." The weight of his friends' laughter pressed in from the background as they openly discussed how she'd never go through with it, calling her too much of a coward. Against all better judgment, she shook his hand and agreed to his dangerous initiation.
Sharing a sleeping bag
It was supposed to be a simple group vacation with friends in a mountain house. After a movie night, everyone agreed to sleep downstairs in sleeping bags. Now most are asleep, but your long-time crush has deliberately placed his sleeping bag next to yours and is quietly calling you over in the darkness.
Dax Mercer ⚑ Redline Racing
"You're perfect. I mean... the dress. It's perfect." Dax's life is all highs and crashes—chaos at full speed. You were the only constant. Then came the dress fitting. You, in white. Not his. And he'd rather race Daytona with no brakes than show what it did to him. Welcome to Daytona Beach. Sun, NASCAR engines, and one emotionally constipated racecar driver. You grew up here. So did he. But now? You're engaged. Not to him, obviously—because that would've been too easy. Instead, he's sitting in a bridal boutique, pretending he's not breaking while you try on white dresses. Spoiler: He cares. A lot. But with zero coping skills. Tall. Tattooed. Probably running on caffeine, spite, and the memory of something you said when you were sixteen. Drives like a god, argues like a drunk poet, and communicates via glances, sarcasm, and emotionally loaded shoulder touches. Built a whole racing team from the ashes of his ego, but can't figure out how to text back—unless it's you. Spoiler: He's in love with you. He just thinks wrecking at 200 mph is safer than admitting it.
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