“Cynthia!” Karen chirps happily.
My stomach plummets to my feet when the blonde angel turns at the call, her beautiful green eyes crinkling as she smiles at her mother.
“I’d like you to meet Noah, your new stepbrother.”
I gape at the woman I've been fantasizing about from the moment I laid eyes on her and fight the urge to laugh at the irony.
Fuck, she's my stepsister.
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Cynthia
There's obviouslysomething very wrong with me because I dream of chocolate brown eyes, sandy hair, and a tall, burly frame all night. I dream of someone I definitely shouldnotbe dreaming of.
My new stepbrother.
Noah.
He has to be the biggest man I've ever seen. He's like a giant, and while I got a glimpse of my other two stepbrothers at the reception and they might be just as tall as Noah, they are nowhere near as muscled as he is.
I never thought I was one of those girls who was into muscular superhero-looking dudes, but apparently, I am because I went weak in the knees when my mom dragged the big man over to me.
Of course, he barely grunted two words at me before he excused himself like something about me repulsed him.
My cheeks still flame in embarrassment. I didn't do anything to him, so I don't know what he has against me. Maybe he just isn't thrilled at the thought of getting a new stepfamily. I don't know, but that's his problem—not mine.
Whatismy problem is the way there's this insistent ache between my legs and moisture pooling between my thighs.
I slip my hand underneath the band of my panties and find my clit, rubbing it in little circles. Pleasure snaps through me at the motion, and I continue to rub myself in slow circles.
Maybe this time I'll actually be able to bring myself to orgasm. It's embarrassing that I'm twenty years old and have never had an orgasm.
I know how it's done. I know women stimulate their clits, and that's one way to have one, but it doesn't matter how many romance novels I've read or how many times I've tried. I've never been able to reach that pinnacle. I can feel something building inside me, but I can never get any farther than that.
It's frustrating to say the least.
But I've got to do something because I have an incessant throbbing deep inside me right now. It’s worse than it’s ever been, and I feel like I'll die if I don't get some sort of relief.
Noah's chocolate brown eyes and big shoulders come to my mind, and my breath hitches as I begin to circle my clit faster. New tingles snap throughout my body, and I trail a hand up until I reach my nipples and flick my fingertip across one hardened bud.
I moan as I imagine what it would be like to have Noah on top of me, sucking them. I imagine how tiny I would feel wrapped up in his big strong arms.
I can still smell his masculine scent from yesterday. It was clean and fresh, like citrus, but there was something else too—something that must have just been him.
I imagine how amazing it would be to have that scent completely wrapped around me.
I imagine what it would be like to feel his lips on mine, to see the turgid column of the flesh between his thighs jutting up tall and proud. I imagine he's just as big there as he is everywhere else—long and thick.
I think of him stroking his hand up and down himself with his eyes pinned on me while I pleasure myself like this.
I climb higher than ever before, my body vibrating, on the verge of something cataclysmic.
And then suddenly something inside of me explodes. My entire body convulses as wetness gushes between my thighs, and I feel my pussy contracting around air, mourning the loss of not really having something inside it.
But my god, the white-hot pleasure that rushes through me!
My toes curl, and my back arches as I ride out my release until I flop back onto the bed, completely spent and with a sheen of sweat covering my sticky skin.