Book 2: Snowbound with My Stepbrother

“Elena, keep your eyes on the road ahead. This snow is getting insane.”

Jax’s deep voice cut through the loud howl of the wind as our truck struggled forward. The wipers were fighting a losing battle against the heavy blizzard slamming into the windshield.

“I’m trying!” I snapped, gripping the wheel tighter. My hands were shaking. “You’re the one who insisted we drive up here tonight. Mom and Dad said they’d be delayed because of the storm.”

He leaned back in the passenger seat, his tattooed arm resting on the console between us. Those dark ink patterns snaked up his muscular forearm, the ones I’d tried so hard not to stare at for years. “Better than getting stuck in the city. The cabin has a generator and plenty of supplies. We’ll be fine.”

The truck suddenly slid on a patch of ice. I gasped, heart leaping into my throat.

“Easy,” Jax said, his large hand landing on my thigh, squeezing firmly. “I’ve got you. Just breathe, little sis.”

I swallowed hard, heat rushing through me at his touch even through my jeans. “Don’t call me that right now. It feels weird when it’s just us.”

He chuckled low, that rough sound sending shivers down my spine. “Why? Because you like it too much?”

We finally made it to the cabin after what felt like hours. The snow was already piling up against the door as we rushed inside, shaking off flakes. Jax immediately got the fireplace going while I unpacked some food from the cooler.

“Power’s still on for now,” he said, stacking logs. “But with this storm, we might lose it soon. Come sit. You’re freezing.”

I joined him on the thick rug in front of the roaring fire. He handed me a glass of red wine from the bottle he’d opened. “Drink. It’ll warm you up.”

We sat close, too close. Our parents’ delayed flight meant it was just us tonight. Maybe longer. The wine went down easy, and soon we were on our second glasses.

“You’ve been quiet since we got here,” Jax said, his eyes locked on me over the rim of his glass. The firelight danced across his rugged face, highlighting the stubble on his jaw and those intense dark eyes. “What’s on your mind, Elena?”

I tucked my legs under me, feeling the heat from the fire on my skin. “This. Being here alone with you. It feels… different.”

“Different how?” He shifted closer, his knee brushing mine. “Tell me.”

I took another sip, liquid courage burning in my chest. “You know how. We’ve been avoiding this for years. The way you look at me sometimes. The way I look at you.”

Jax set his glass down. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I’ve wanted you for years, Elena. Since you turned eighteen. Every fucking family dinner, every holiday, I’ve been fighting it. You’re not my blood. You’re not really my sister.”

“Jax…” I whispered, my pulse racing. “We can’t. It’s wrong. Mom and Dad…”

“Fuck what they think,” he growled, voice dropping lower. “I see how you look at me too. Don’t lie to me right now.”

I tried to pull back, but his hand cupped the back of my neck, holding me there. “This is crazy. We’re step-siblings. If anyone found out…”

“No one’s going to find out.” He pulled me onto his lap in one smooth motion. I straddled him, my skirt riding up my thighs. His hands gripped my waist possessively. “I’ve waited too long for this.”

Our mouths crashed together. The kiss was hungry, desperate, years of hidden tension exploding. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming me as I moaned against him. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

“Jax… we shouldn’t,” I gasped between kisses, even as I ground down against the hard bulge in his jeans.

“You’re already soaked for me. I can feel it through your panties.” His hand slid under my skirt, fingers tracing the edge of my underwear. “So fucking wet, Elena. Your body doesn’t think it’s wrong.”

I whimpered as he pushed my panties aside, his thick fingers sliding along my slick folds. “Oh god…”

“That’s right,” he murmured against my neck, kissing and biting softly. “Let me feel this tight little pussy. I’ve dreamed about it for so long.”

Two of his fingers pushed inside me slowly, stretching me. I cried out, rocking my hips against his hand. The fire crackled beside us, the storm raging outside, but all I could focus on was Jax, my stepbrother l, fingering me deep on his lap.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, curling his fingers inside me while his thumb rubbed my clit in perfect circles. “So fucking perfect. Imagine how good my cock is going to feel.”

“Jax… please…” I moaned, riding his hand faster. My breasts pressed against his chest as I clung to his shoulders.

“Tell me you want this,” he whispered hotly in my ear, pumping his fingers harder. “Tell me you’ve been thinking about your stepbrother fucking you.”

“I… I have,” I admitted, shame and lust mixing together. “I’ve touched myself thinking about you. Fuck, Jax, I’m so close…”

“Come for me, little sis,” he growled, biting my neck. “Come all over your big brother’s fingers.”

The orgasm hit me like a wave. I screamed his name, my pussy clenching hard around his thrusting fingers as pleasure ripped through me. My whole body shook in his arms while he kept stroking me through it, drawing out every last pulse.

I collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily, my mind spinning.

Jax pulled his fingers out slowly and brought them to my lips. “Taste how much you wanted that.”

I sucked them clean, eyes locked on his.

He growled, voice dark with raw hunger. “I’m not stopping until I’ve fucked every hole and filled you with my cum, little sis. Even if the snow never melts.”