Adam couldn't believe it. His dick had hardened after seeing his stepsister's butt. He wanted to cover it all up, but his stepsister was faster than him. She started stroking his penis through her pants.
'What are you doing, Anna! 'Adam was taken aback.' Don't do that! 'he said, flushing his face and shaking her hand away.
'Why did you stop me? You obviously like it. You're hard because of me, 'Anna said, trying to grab it again, but Adam grabbed her hand.
"What are you trying to do? You have to stop this madness. Yes, I'm hard, but that's only because you're on top of me."
"Yes, I'm lying on top of you, you like it." Anna replied.
'I don't like it. Just leave me alone. Remember you're my stepsister. You can't do that, 'said Adam firmly.
Anna's heart felt pain. Adam always rejected her, and she was not even related to him. She had reason to believe that Adam hated her... What should she do to make Adam accept her?
***
After posting the latest chapter on the computer screen, a satisfied smile appeared on my face. This is a stepsibling erotic story. And I couldn't have predicted that it would be several times more popular than I thought. And it's growing. This is a story that a reader suggested I write about my stepsibling, and they thought it must be hot. Sure enough, so I enjoyed reading the comments.
As usual. I scrolled through the comments of my story, the first one read, "This story is super insane, it's hot and a bit funny, am really enjoying it."
My face beamed up with joy after reading it, it feels so great when your efforts are appreciated
I browsed through all my comments, they were all very positive and encouraging, until I looked at the last comment, that's when my smile faded away.
“The story seems to be over idealized like the author has never had great sex or something,” one reader wrote.
"Alas." I took a deep, dejected breath. The truth was indeed cruel. Today I turned eighteen, and I was still a virgin. Who would have thought that a writer of erotic novels would actually be a virgin in real life?
What makes matters worse is the head cheerleader Amber Blackwood and her minions. They wouldn’t stop reminding me of my inadequacy.
I stood up from my bed, walked to the mirror and gazed at my reflection, and my heart sunk.
My face full of freckles, messy red hair, the rare color of my hair amongst the werewolves had made me be marked a freak also. My big harry potter glasses, everything about me had made me become an outcast, a laughing stock for everyone my age. Who would want me?
And being born a hybrid werewolf, made matters worse. I’m the lowest of the low. Even omegas, the weakest of our kind, get more respect than me. This is the reason why am friendless so I seek escape from reality with the help of my novels.
No matter how many times I pleaded with Mom to leave this toxic community, she would always tell me that Dad would miraculously show up one day, and she hoped we would be here when Dad appeared. I couldn't refuse Mom.
So I was trapped in this hell, forced to endure its relentless onslaught of torment.
My thoughts drifted back to the novel, and I took a deep breath. I wanted to make the sex scenes feel real, but in reality, I had no idea what real sex felt like.
I sighed in frustration. At that moment, my Fenrir stirred within me. I could always sense her presence, she was always there, always watching me.
“Hey, girl,”Nixx’s voice whispered in my mind. “I think it’s time you found a boy to, you know…get cozy with.”
I rolled my eyes, though a part of me agreed. My novel needed to get better, to feel real and what better way to get it than through experience?
“But who?” I thought back to Phoenix “I’m a nerd, remember? Guys like Ryder don’t exactly flock to me.”
Ryder, captain of the school ice hockey team, he was every girls heart throb, including mine. I’ve had a crush on him ever since middle school but would never confess my feelings to him, I wouldn’t dare. There is no chance a hot, drop dead gorgeous jock like him, would even turn eyes my way. Impossible!
Nixx chuckled from inside of my head, her tone husky. “Oh, Ryder, huh? Well, so he’s the one you’ve been crushing on.”
“Noo,” I blushed in embarrassment. There wasn’t really anything much to hide, Nixx knew each and everything about me, ever since I was 16, my amazing wolf and best friend as been with me through each and everything, the bad, the good and the ugly.
“He’s definitely a hot fella but we’ll know tomorrow if he’s the one.”
My frustration was driven away, and nixx was right. As werewolves, 18 is the day every werewolf smells his significant other. And only if both parties meet 18 will their wolves smell each other. Ryder is a year older than me, and apparently he hasn't found his mate yet. I hope his mate is me.