Chapter 1 Chapter 1

Maija

"Mom, where should I put these boxes?" I ask as I walk into

the huge entrance of our new home. I have still not come to
terms with living in a house big enough to be a small hotel.

"Just leave them in here, for now, honey."

I drop the boxes, returning outside for more when I see a

black Jaguar pull up in the driveway behind the moving truck. I
have no interest in the car or the person driving it, figuring they
must be a friend of my stepfather’s, so instead of gawking, I
grab some boxes for my room and make my way into the house.

"Everything ok?"

I spin at the sound of his voice, Charles, my new

stepfather. My mother married him within twenty-four hours of
their meeting in Vegas. They called it a whirlwind romance. That
was three months ago, so we're still getting to know each other.

"Yup, just a couple more boxes left. The movers took care
of the larger items," I reply, beaming. Although I had not known
him long, I could tell he was a good man and that he truly loved
my mother– even if I was skeptical when she came home with a
ring on her finger and a new husband when she had left home
three days earlier a single woman. I can see why my mother is
attracted to him; he was a silver fox, grey all over, muscular
with light grey eyes. My mother told me he had a son who was
a year older than me; I whispered a silent prayer that he
somehow lost the lottery at the gene pool and he was nothing
like his father. He clears his throat, cutting through my
thoughts, and looks at me with concern.

"How are you handling the move? Your mother and I

uprooted your life when we fell in love. You had to move and
leave your friends. It would make sense if you were not happy
with us right now."

I smile at him. This is one reason I like him; he cares about

me as a person and does not see me as just my mother's
daughter. He wants to know how I feel about everything, but he
really has nothing to worry about. I was never close enough
with my friends to care that much about being separated from
them. Mom and I moved around a lot before she finished dental
school and established her practice in Connecticut, so I was
used to moving.

"I'm fine, Charles, you don't have to worry about me. I

never went through an emotionally unstable teenager phase,
and I don't think I will start now. I'm easy. If mom's happy, then
so am I."

"Your mother did say you were very mature. Perhaps you
can be a good influence on my son."

I smile and nod. Yeah, hopefully, that is all I do to him, I

muse before giving him a quick hug scurrying back down the
stairs.

"Zayne just arrived, get him to help you," he shouts after

me. Zayne is my new stepbrother, who I hope is super ugly. I
haven't met him in the last three months because he was
spending the semester in Europe– the lifestyle of the rich, I
scoff. I had been poor before, and while we're now comfortable
since Mom's dental practice had been doing well, Charles was
clearly Bill Gates rich, well, maybe not as rich but quite close.

"Ok," I mumble, lost in thought. As I descend the stairs, my

face smashes into something, or someone warm but firm, the
scent of pine nuts and aftershave fill my nostrils. I look up
slowly at the handsome face. Oh. My breath catches in my
throat, green eyes, pink lips, and his sandy blond locks. He
definitely won the lotto at the gene pool. A single thought floats
into my head. I'm in deep trouble if this is my new stepbrother.

Chapter 2 Chapter 2
Zayne

I drive up to the house, and there's a moving truck parked in the

driveway. Mommy dearest moves in today, I assume. I scoff; I
cannot believe Dad married some random woman in Vegas. I
park my car, hop out and stroll up to the door.

“Maija, is the truck empty?” A woman asks as she unpacks a

box in the living room. She looks up, and I’m face to face with a
beautiful African American woman. Not my father's usual type,
he usually dates twenty-year-old models who try to get in my
bed once he’s out of town. She looks at me with confusion
before it turns into a smile.

“Zayne?” I nod in response.

“I’m Carolyn.”

I grunt, unwilling to speak to this woman I know nothing about,

but that does not deter her. She reaches in and hugs me before
I can protest.

“Your father brags about you all the time.”

“Funny, he never mentions you,” I mumble under my breath,

but loud enough for her to hear. She ignores my little remark
and continues hugging me before releasing me slowly. I look at
the woman, confused, as she smiles warmly at me. Is this an
act? She does not have to be nice to me for my father’s sake.
I’m a college student who is never home, so there is no need to
pretend.
“Anything I can do?” I ask, shifting uncomfortably under her
warm gaze. I am used to women looking at me like they want to
rip my clothes off, but having lost my mother when I was 5, I am
not familiar or comfortable with this look of affection. She tilts
her head to the side, studying me and then the room.

“No, we got it; you should relax. You must be exhausted since
you just got back.” She smiles warmly at me again, and for some
reason, I feel like I’m being wrapped up in her arms.

“Your father is upstairs. You should say hi. He really missed you
these last couple of months.” I nod; she busies herself
emptying boxes. I scan the room, analyzing all the boxes left to
unpack. I count around fifteen. I really should help; I wasn’t
exhausted since I arrived state side two weeks ago. However,
I’m not feeling particularly helpful today.

“Ok,” I reply, turning to the staircase. I climb a couple of steps

before my phone starts vibrating.

Babe, are you coming over tonight? I smile as I read the

message from Sienna. Just what I need after meeting the new
family. I reply with promises of multiple orgasms before slipping
the phone back into my pocket. I take another step but feel
myself collide with something soft and fragrant. I grunt before
looking at whoever ran me over in my own home. A dark skin
girl, brown eyes, pouty lips covered in red looks up at me. She
parts her lips slightly as if she is about to speak, and that’s all it
takes for the image of parting her lips with my shaft to fill my
head. Our eyes remain locked for a moment, mine filled with
lust and hers reflecting cool indifference, but she doesn’t pull
away.

“I see you two have met. Zayne, this is Maija, your stepsister.” I
figured she would be Carolyn’s daughter, but the fact that she is
my stepsister and should be off-limits does not register one bit
as I imagine what she would look like on her knees before me.

“Zayne, nice to meet you,” she says, her voice sounding like a
beautiful melody. She presses her body against my chest while I
whisper a silent prayer hoping that my manhood behaves itself.
After a hug I consider way too short, she pulls away, smiles, and
makes her way down the staircase, my eyes following her body.
Thick chocolate thighs, her round buttocks highlighting her tiny
waist with ample breasts. I have never been with a girl like her
before, having stuck to blondes or brunettes all my life, but I’m
beginning to believe I have been missing out on something
great. Dad clears his throat and looks at me. He must know
what I’m thinking, but he doesn’t say anything. You would think
he would tell me to keep my hands off his new daughter. He
approaches me and hugs me; I guess he adopted the hugging
bug from his new little family. I return his hug and smile at him.
I did miss the old man, even though I’ll never admit it.

“It’s good to see you.”

“Good to see you too, dad.” He grins as we part.

“Have you met Carolyn?” I nod.

“Great, help us unpack.”

“Sure, why not.” Suddenly feeling very helpful, I hurry after him,
so I can get another look at my lovely new stepsister.
Chapter 3 Chapter 3
Maija

By the time we finish sorting all the boxes, it is almost dinner

time; we all agree on ordering pizza since no one feels like
cooking. The food arrives, and we all sit at the dinner table
having our first meal as a family. The atmosphere is nice and
relaxing as Charles retells how he and my mother met at his
hotel. I have heard the story about five times, so I’m not keen
on another reiteration. I look at the slice of pizza when he gets
to the part about mom threatening him and chuckle as I poke
away at it. For some reason, I am not hungry for food. However,
I am hungry for someone. Slightly lifting my head, my eyes meet
Zayne, which instantly causes a flood between my thighs. It
really should be a crime to be that hot. I bite my lip, squeezing
my thighs together, hoping to quell the heat that is building in
my core.

“Are you not hungry, Maija? Or did you want something else?
We can order…” Charles's voice slams through my salacious
thoughts, bringing me back to reality. Was I hungry? Yes, but
what I want isn’t on the menu, my dear stepfather– it’s in your
son’s pants. I shake my head free of my dirty thoughts before
responding.
“Hmm, I’m fine, I uh, just have a lot on my mind.”

”I’m sure you do. Moving can be incredibly stressful.”

“Oh no...” I start to answer, but Zayne interrupts me.

“Drop the shrink act, dad.” I cringe at the harsh tone of his
voice, bracing myself for an argument, but the argument never
happens because Charles returns his remark with a smile.

“Putting the ole degree to good use. I’m sorry, Maija, that’s not
how I meant it.” I smile, nodding as I return to picking at my
pizza and thinking of ways to avoid fucking my stepbrother this
summer. I need to avoid him at all costs until I go off to college.
Before meeting him, I once considered the possibility of living at
home since NYU was only two hours away. However, after
meeting him, there is no way I can live with him and not rip his
clothes off.

“You and Zayne should get to know each other, you know, like
siblings.” I hear my mother say. Yeah, I don’t think that’s
possible, mom. My panties are soaked, and all I did was look at
him. The thought of treating him like a sibling was never in the
cards.

“Let’s see how long the marriage lasts first.” The words are out
of my mouth before I can think. The look on my mother's face
makes me instantly regret them—me and my big mouth that
lacks a suitable filter. I sigh. At least I didn’t let it slip that I want
my stepbrother to bend me over the counter and fuck me
mercilessly.

Zayne starts laughing suddenly, which does not help. My nipples

harden as his laugh caressed my eardrums. What the hell is
wrong with my body? He’s just one guy; why does he have this
effect on me? I raise my head and meet his eyes again, his
green eyes filled with mischief. Again, moisture settles between
my thighs. Oh, those pouty lips. His face would make a perfect
chair, I surmise, as the heat in my body rises. He bites his lip as
he looks at me. Oh, so I’m not the only one drunk on lust, I
smile.

Wait, there is something I should be doing. Apologizing. I peel

my eyes away from him and glance at my mother, who still
looks hurt.
“I’m sorry, mom, I’m sure this marriage will last forever.
Naturally, Zayne and I will become friends–” more like fuck
buddies, I think– “no need to force it.” My mother nods, feeling
satisfied with my apology, and we all resume light banter and
easy conversation as I made mental plans to work my dildo
overtime tonight while imagining it is my stepbrother.

Chapter 4 Chapter 4
Zayne

I sneak a glance every chance I can to observe her, she looks at

me twice, but her face still registers her earlier indifference.
She’s an interesting one, I must admit. I chuckle, recalling her
comment about the marriage not lasting. Although I feel the
same way, she says it out loud, which means she has some
balls.

“We’re about to turn in. What are you kids getting up to

tonight?” My father asks as we finish the last slices of pizza.
“I think I’ll finish the book I started a couple of days ago,” she
replies. Who reads on a Friday night?

“Nerd,” I shout, hoping she would turn that beautiful face my

way again and speak to me, but she doesn’t respond or glance
at me.

“Zayne’s right, Maija. I love that you love reading just like your
father used to, but it’s your last summer before college. You
should have some fun.”

“Reading is fun, mom.” Carolyn looks at her and sighs. This girl
isn’t just beautiful and smart but also very stubborn. I bite my
lips, imagining how fun it will be watching her twist with
pleasure once she’s in my bed.

“What are you doing tonight, Zayne?” Carolyn asks just as I’m
imagining sinking my dick into her daughter.

“Zayne?”
“Uh, nothing special, meeting some friends later.” I finally
manage to say.

“You should take Maija with you.”

“Mom.” Maija glares at Carolyn. Am I that reprehensible to her

that she would rather read than spend time with me? I smirk.
I’ll enjoy getting in your panties, stepsis. I feel my erection
trying to rip through my pants. I really need to sink my shaft
into someone tonight; luckily, I made plans with Sienna earlier.

“Please, Zayne, it would mean the world to me,” my new

stepmother insists. Her smile fills me with warmth and comfort
so much that I almost want to honor her wish. Although I am
super horny, I can wait a day and see Sienna tomorrow. I would
need a long cold shower beforehand, but it could work. I groan,
intending to agree, but Maija has other plans, and it seems that
it does not include being around me.

“Mom, mom, he clearly has plans to have sex with someone.

Are you really trying to make me cockblock my new brother?”
“Maija,” Carolyn shouts while Dad’s and my face mar with
shock. Maija shows no sign of remorse.

“Mom, I told you I plan to read tonight. As for Zayne.” My shaft

pulsates as my name rolls off her tongue. She stands up, walks
to the staircase, and smiles.

“Booty Calls,” she says, then runs upstairs before her mother
can respond. I chuckle and shake my head; I can add blunt to
the list of character traits for my sexy stepsister. I stand quickly,
making my escape. I make my way out of the house and into
the Jag because, as Maija said, duty calls for my booty call.

*********

Sienna straddles me as we get ready for another round. We’ve

done it three times already, which is my usual max, but I’m
insatiable tonight. I keep picturing Maija riding my shaft, and it
makes me get hard within minutes of coming. I crave her as I
have never craved. Those lips I want wrapping around my shaft,
her thighs I want to bury face between. I start pounding faster
as I imagine her moaning my name. Fuck. I pound again as a
massive orgasm crashes through me. Breathing heavily, I
collapse beside Sienna.

“Babe, that was amazing,” Sienna says beside me. I mumble as

my mind wanders back to Maija; she’s probably curled up in
bed with her book right now. What I wouldn’t give to be curled
up with her right now, buried balls deep, I groan as I feel myself
getting hard again.

“Babe, babe, babe?” Sienna shakes me from my thoughts.

“Huh?”

“You weren’t listening to me,” she whines. “You’re such a dick.

As soon as you cum you forget my existence.” I scoff. Here she
goes with the b.s. I was clearly thinking of something else; all
she has to do is repeat herself, but no, she would rather bitch
and annoy me. I sit up immediately. I don’t have the patience to
listen to this tonight. I climb out of bed and pull on my clothes.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?

“Home, I’ll text you later.”

“Zayne, if you walk out, I’ll never sleep with you again.” I nod as
I close the door behind me. She always acts like this, but she
always calls when she needs her fix. I have more pressing
problems to worry about– like how I’ll survive the summer if I
can’t seduce my stepsister.

Chapter 5 Chapter 5
Mom grounded me for a week because of my little outburst at
the dinner table, which made me incredibly happy because I
didn't have to spend the entire week avoiding my hot
stepbrother. I did pass the time harnessing my overwhelming
lust for him on Benny, my vibrator. I spent the last several
nights having climax after climax imagining myself riding Zayne's
dick. I’m hoping the next time I see him; he won't have any
effect on me.
 "Maija." I lift my eyes when the object of my lust enters my
room shirtless in gray jogging pants. I bite my lip while my eyes
wander over his chiseled abs that are so well-defined that I
have a strong desire to climb them. Clenching my thighs
together, my eyes slip down to his bulge, his huge bulge. I lick
my lips as the lust I unleashed upon poor Benny returns with a
vengeance from a single look. Damn, I have it bad. We stare at
each other for a moment before I force my mouth open.

"Hi, Zayne," I finally manage to say. Peeling my eyes away from

his shaft, I shift them back to the page I'm reading, attempting
to act natural as if my panties are not soaking wet right now.

"What are you reading?" Shivers run through my body

because his voice sounds very close. Heat builds in my body as I
shift my eyes to the place his voice is coming from. My breath
catches as my eyes meet his abs as he stands by my bed. Fuckk.
Inhaling slowly as my nipples harden, I realize I need him to
leave right now so I can plunge Benny deep into me and satisfy
my pulsing vulva.

"A book. Do you need something?" I reply, hoping I sound

annoyed and not thirsty like I actually am.

"Ah yeah, do you want to watch a movie?" My heart stops for

a second and then starts beating rapidly. Is he asking me out?
He does know that he is my stepbrother. I mean, I want to jump
his bones too, but I am prepared to use Benny in his place and
wait out the marriage. I'm sure it will not last a year. Sorry
mom, but when have impromptu Vegas weddings ever led to
happily ever after? I have to let him down nicely so our
relationship won't be awkward.

"Zayne, I'm flattered, I really am, but our parents are married,
which makes you my stepbrother. There are way too many
fishes in the ocean to go fishing in my family pool, even if we
aren't technically related." I say the words, trying to convince
myself that is how I really feel, but my wet panties know
otherwise. A look of confusion flashed across his face before he
starts laughing... A gutsy laugh that I found endearing for a
second until I realize he's laughing at me.

"What's so funny?" He doesn't respond but continues to laugh,

which is starting to annoy me.
"If you've finished entertaining yourself, you can leave. This isn't
showtime at the Apollo." He stops abruptly, still grinning.

"No, I'm sorry... It's just… you really thought I was asking you
out, Like on a date?" he replies, a few chuckles escaping his lips.
My cheeks flush from embarrassment and would be hot pink
right now if my skin was not dark. He did ask me out. Why else
would you be here asking me to go to the movies? The image of
my meddling mother flashes in my mind. She probably put him
up to it. I groan internally, wishing the ground will swallow me
up; I really accused him of trying to ask me out. Yikes, I must
seem like such a narcissist.

"I'm sorry, you asked to go to the movies, my mind...’”

"You thought I would ask my stepsister out on a date a week

after meeting her?" I cringe as he says the words. Did I misread
the situation that night when we moved in? I thought he was
looking at me.

"I.."
 "How desperate do you think I am? You can relax. After all,
you're not my type.” As he says the words, I wince. You would
have to be desperate to ask your stepsibling out. Still, did he
have to go as far as to say I'm not his type? What was his type
anyway? Blonde bimbos, I bet. I should feel lucky he isn't
interested in me. It's for the best, my vagina should
immediately dry up, but of course, it doesn't. Instead, I feel
disappointed because I was looking forward to riding him once
the marriage was over. I push away the disappointment and
force a smile on my face.

“So, the movies. Mom's idea?”

"Yeah, she thinks I should show you around town since you
have been cooped up in the house. Getting yourself grounded
on day one, that takes skill."

"Thank you," I reply, even though it’s not a compliment. Ugh,

mom, why are you always in my business? "You can refuse,
you know. I can explore on my own," I say nonchalantly while
dread fills me. There is no way I want to be alone with him
while my desire for him is this strong. Plus, he just told me I’m
not his type. No, I want to stay home and spend my time locked
in my room riding Benny and licking my wounds.
"I don't mind, get dressed. We're leaving in an hour." No, no,
come on, dude, an hour? At least give me a day. I groan as he
turns to leave, but as soon as I see his back, my mind returns to
the gutter because he looks as good going as he does coming.
Gone are my feelings of disappointment because now all I can
think about is sinking my nails in his muscular back as he fucks
me mercilessly. Once he's out of sight, I snap out of the spell,
but I'm still very horny. Jumping out of bed, I grab Benny. If
we're spending time together, I better take the edge off and
then some.

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