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Anyway, I’m going to sign out now. It’s time to get the house cleaned up for her visit.

Until next time,

Lukas

And yet thatdidn’t happen, did it? We didn’t spend time together. He never showed me around campus or took me anywhere. After the first day he came to tryouts, all his time was spent with Stacey. I got one night with him, the first night I arrived, and then I had to fight for a scrap of his attention the rest of the time. Stacey came to dinner with us after every practice, then came back to his house to hang out…and make out, which I got the pleasure of hearing every night. Her loud moans kept me awake. I could barely drown them out with the television.

The night before tryouts, I was awoken by her screaming his name. I got up to go tell them to keep it down, my patience was at a nil, and I needed sleep for the next day, but when I went to go knock on his door, I found that it wasn’t even closed. I stepped forward to shut it and was locked in place. Unable to look away. Unable to get my feet to move. I couldn’t unsee it. And I couldn’t stop the heat from rushing in. That was the exact moment my feelings toward my stepbrother transformed, turning into a vile perversion.

“Torrin! Dinner!”

My mom’s voice startles me. She sounds close. I slam the book shut before she comes in and catches me snooping through his things. I tuck it back where I found it and rush out. My stomach feeling ragged and raw. Reading his journal was a bad idea. It only made things worse. Much worse.

4

Lukas

Travis gives me the handoff, faking out our opponents as he shifts back on his feet, acting like he’s going to throw the ball. All eyes are on him as I take off for the end zone. I’m halfway down the field before I hear the crowd roar, and I know I’m no longer in the clear. There’s fifteen seconds left on the clock and I’m about to win this game for us, and then we’ll be headed to the playoffs.

I kick up my pace as the high of that reality starts to settle in, my heart pounding with every step I take. And when I cross the line, scoring the touchdown, I feel the excited uproar ring right through the stadium and vibrate in my bones. It’s a high unlike anything I’ve ever felt. The cheerleaders come rushing over, forming a line in front of the field goal, doing a victory cheer in my honor, and front and center of them is Torrin. She does her little dance, eyes locked on me with every move, and then she breaks ranks, shaking her pompoms and screaming my name as she comes running straight for me.

I catch her mid step and swing her around in the air, hugging her close. She wraps her legs around my waist, and we cling to each other, both of us feeling the high of this moment. This was the game that was sending us to the bowl. This was the moment I’d been dreaming of.

She nuzzles into my neck, and her soft whisper drowns out every sound in the stadium. “That was amazing, Luke. You did it. It’s time to collect your trophy now.” Her soft lips kiss over my skin, and my heart roars louder than the cheers. “I’m so wet, Lukas. I need your dick in me so badly.”

The blood runs hot in my veins, and I start stalking toward the tunnel leading to our locker room, ignoring my teammates and the crowd. I shove through the metal door and press her up against the wall, reaching between her legs to feel how wet she is. “You really are soaked.” I slide my fingers over her bloomers, rubbing over the wet spot. “I’m not supposed to touch you here, am I?”

She shakes her head on a moan as I press my thumb over her swollen clit, rubbing it back and forth, feeling it poking through the material. It protrudes so nicely for me, showing me how much she wants me.

“No, I’m not supposed to touch,” I groan, running my fingers down the front of her bloomers, making contact with her slick, swollen skin. “But you like it when I play with you, don’t you?”

Another moan falls from her lips as I sink my fingers inside her tight body, pressing in just enough to tease. I don’t want her eager pussy going off just yet.

“That’s right. My naughty little stepsister wants to come for me, doesn’t she?”

“Yes!” She lets out a scream as I thrust my fingers all the way inside, pressing right up against that little spot that makes her squirm without fail.

“Are you going to come for me right now?” I pump faster, feeling her juices running down my wrist. Her slick sounds echoing throughout the locker room. And my cock is almost in a state of pain. Crunched inside my cup, desperate for a release. “I think you are. I can feel you squeezing my fingers. So fucking eager for it.”

Her head falls back on her shoulders, eyes squeezed tight, and I take her right over the edge. Pressing down on her clit, giving her the pressure she craves. She comes violently, nearly causing me to lose my grip. Her body spasms. Pussy squirting down my wrist. And I keep pumping. Driving her from one orgasm into the need for another.

Suddenly there’s a raucous of noise in the distance, a deep rumble of male voices coming through the tunnel, but I ignore the sounds, too deep in the fucking trenches of my need.

“Lukas, they’re coming.”

I shift my head to the side and see my teammates starting to file into the locker room. Each one stopping in their tracks when they see me violating my stepsister. Every single one of them looking at me in shock. That shock slowly morphing into disgust when they look down and see my fingers playing with Torrin’s pussy. And then they’re headed right toward me, wanting to tackle me down for what I’ve done.

I bolt upright in my bed, the panic setting in. My chest heaving like I just ran the length of the football field. It was so fucking real. God, I could feel her. Her slick pussy. Her panting breaths hitting my cheek. Her body convulsing in my arms. And I could feel their rage and disgust.

I get up and storm into the bathroom, gripping onto the sink as the guilt shudders through me. I’m fucking sick. She’s my sister; whether by blood or not, we’re family. I turn and start the shower, stepping right under the frigid spray, wanting it to wash away my sins. That’s the second fucking time I’ve dreamt about her. It’s starting to become a recurring nightmare. One that’s bleeding into my awareness and making my thoughts toward my stepsister shift. It’s not fucking good. I can’t be attracted to her.

“Fuck!”

Why the fuck did she have to grow up on me? She used to be an annoying teenage girl with a mouth full of braces, bony knees, and zero curves. Now, she’s got those killer legs, all toned and sexy. Curvy hips. A tight stomach, and a set of incredible tits to match that knockout of a face. She’s undeniably gorgeous. And my dick is undeniably attracted to her. I’m still as hard as can be, dreading to wrap my soapy hand around my shaft because I know exactly what will be playing in my mind as I find my release.

I do it anyway. Fisting myself tightly, roughly. Trying to purge this before it takes control. Hoping that if I get it out of my system all will go back to normal. Praying this immoral feeling will wash right down the drain with my cum. But it doesn’t. The only thing that washes down, spiraling fast, is my sanity.

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