My Stepbrother's Sinful Desire

Joan's POVI was sitting in my usual spot in the back of the class, trying to focus on the talk show going on. It was hard to pay attention, though, with the constant buzz of chatter and laughter around me. As I turned my head to look at the clock, I saw Fredrick enter the room, looking around with a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes and turned back to face the front of the room, determined to ignore him. But it was of no use. I could feel his gaze burning a hole in the back of my head.Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around slowly, dreading what I knew was coming. Sure enough, Fredrick was standing there, his trademark smirk in place. "Hey, Joan," he said, his voice low and seductive. "How about you and I ditch this boring class and go have some fun?"I glared at him, trying to convey my anger with just one look. "No, thank you," I replied through gritted teeth. "I'm not interested in whatever you're selling."But Fredrick was persistent. "Come on, Joan," he persuade

Fredrick's POVI was sitting in the sitting room, watching TV when my dad came in. He sat down next to me, and I could tell by the look on his face that he had something important to say."I have some news, son," he announced, his tone serious as he stared long at me. "I'm getting married."I sat up, my interest piqued. "You're getting married?" I said, my left brow furrowing immediately in surprise. "To whom?"The sides of his face creased into a warm smile and I could see the love reflected in his eyes. "To Mary," he said in a cheerful tone. My father told me about the arranged dinner part. He had arranged the party so that my soon-to-be stepmom's daughter would get to know more about us before the marriage."That's a great idea, Dad," I said. "I'd love to get to know my future stepsister before the wedding. It'll make things easier, I think."I was a little bit nervous about the dinner party, but I knew it was important to my dad. And I did want to get to know my future stepsister.

Joan's POVI sat down at the table, my eyes focused on my plate. I could feel Fredrick's eyes on me, but I refused to meet his gaze. I heard him clear his throat, and I knew he was about to say something. I braced myself, hoping it would be something neutral and not too personal."How are you feeling about school?" he asked, his voice sounding hesitant.I took a deep breath and forced myself to answer. "I'm fine," I said, my tone clipped.Our parents looked up from their breakfast, their eyes wide with surprise. "Wait, what?" my mother asked, her voice filled with confusion. "You two go to the same school?"I felt my cheeks flush, and I knew I was starting to turn red. "Yeah," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper."But how did that happen?" my stepfather asked, his brow furrowed. "Did you know about this?" he asked, turning to Fredrick."Yeah, we're in the same class," Fredrick responded, his voice still hesitant. "We didn't talk much at first, but we've been getting to know each

~Joan’s pov~It was already dark, the night was the longest. Now I couldn’t get my mind off what had happened earlier. I felt claustrophobic and confused. The sound of my door opening pulled my attention to the door, and a body standing there, at first I had thought it was Fredrick till I noticed that statue.It was Jones, he was back again I yelped from the bed; holding the sheets above my chest, checking my side clock, it was three in the morning, why was he here so early?“Don’t shout, don’t you think it’s too early to be loud” he climbed on the bed, I hurried back to the end of the bed, protecting myself from what was sure to come, “bet your taste as sweet as the chocolate Fred gave you today” crawling on the bed, my heart skipped, he moved close to me, then yanked the sheets off my body.His lips met mine as he engulfed my little squirk with his hands, he reached out for my thighs through my nightwear, a loose gown which gave him easy access to my panties.He came prepared in a ro

Fredricks pov“I will punish you instead.""Why would you punish me? '' she asked, standing on her feet. I could see how pissed she was, but I needed to teach her some lessons and some discipline to teach her never to disrespect me again.Pulling her up, I kissed her gently; the pillowy feel of her lips on mine drew lust. I didn’t know how starved I was till I kissed her again; she was hard to resist, but my will to punish her was even more dear. In a swift move, I turned her, her face on my bed and her skirt exposing her backside.I spanked her hard, then her cheek flushed at the impact of my palm against her bum. "That's for yelling at me when you could have gotten it for free." I spanked her even harder, this time directly on her cheek.“That’s for being so stupid, for you to think you can come here and have me whenever you want because you feel I can get down on you whenever you want me.”I spanked her this last time; her voice echoed in my room, but I didn't stop there. The satis