STORY 1: MY "BROTHER" KNEW I'M A PORNSTAR (I)

Chapter 1

Aria's Pov.

The moment Mum started talking about needing to pick something up from Daniel’s place, my heart slammed against my ribcage, and I practically shouted, “Mum, I’ll go!” before she could even finish her sentence.

She froze, her eyebrows shooting up as she stared at me like I’d grown a second head. “You mean you’ll go to your brother’s place?” she asked, her voice dripping with suspicion.

She tilted her head, waiting for me to explain myself.

“Yes,” I said, forcing my voice to stay calm, even though my pulse was racing so fast I could hear it in my ears. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning like an idiot. God, I hoped I didn’t sound as desperate as I felt.

Mum’s eyes narrowed, and I could feel her trying to read me. Everyone in the family knew how much I “hated” Charles.

I’d spent years rolling my eyes whenever he was around, storming out of rooms if he stayed too long, snapping at him when he teased me in front of Mum or Daniel.

It was my armor, my way of hiding the truth. Because the truth? The truth was so much filthier.

I didn’t hate Charles. I was fucking obsessed with him.

Every time he walked into a room, my eyes were glued to him, his broad shoulders, the way his T-shirts clung to his chest, the cocky smirk that made my thighs clench.

I hated how he flirted with every girl in sight, tossing his charm around like it was nothing, while I sat there burning, imagining his hands on me instead.

I wanted him to look at me the way he looked at those girls, with that hungry glint in his eyes. I wanted him to want “me” , only me.

I wanted to own every inch of him, his attention, his body, his cock.

God, especially his cock.

He wasn’t even my real brother, just the son of Mum’s best friend, but she loved calling him “your brother” like it was some cute family joke.

Every time she said it, my stomach twisted with this sick, delicious heat.

Did she have any idea the kind of thoughts I had about her precious “son”?

The way I imagined him pinning me down, ripping my clothes off, fucking me until I couldn’t think straight?

If she knew, she’d probably have a heart attack.

“I’ll just go and pick it up,” I said quickly, cutting through the silence.

“No need to drag Daniel away from work.”

Mum hesitated for a second, then shrugged and tossed me her car keys. “Alright, fine. Charles should be home anyway.”

My fingers closed around the keys, and I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face.

“Thanks, Mum,” I said, already halfway to the door before she could change her mind.

The thought of being alone with Charles made my whole body buzz.

My skin felt too tight, my breasts heavy under my crop top, my pussy already throbbing with anticipation.

I prayed he was alone, I needed him alone.

I practically ran to the garage, my heels clicking on the concrete as I slid into Mum’s car.

The engine roared to life, and I gripped the steering wheel, trying to calm the fuck down.

I’d dressed for this moment deliberately, my ultra-short leather skirt barely covered my ass, riding up my thighs every time I moved.

My crop top was tight, showing off my flat stomach and the curve of my hips, and underneath it, a thin white tank top clung to my breasts, my nipples faintly visible through the top.

I wanted him to notice me today, I wanted him to lose his fucking mind.

I wanted him to flirt with me for once, to touch me, even if it was accidental.

To grab me, push me against a wall, and fuck me until I screamed his name.

I didn’t care if it was wrong, I didn’t care that he was supposed to be like family as mum claimed.

All I cared about was him finally seeing me as a woman, not Daniel’s annoying little sister, but a woman who could make him beg.

My pussy was already soaked, and I squirmed in the driver’s seat, pressing my thighs together to ease the ache.

“Fuck, Aria,” I muttered to myself, catching my reflection in the rearview mirror.

My cheeks were flushed, my lips parted, my eyes wild with lust.

I looked like I was already halfway to an orgasm, and I hadn’t even seen him yet.

I forced myself to focus as I drove to his place, but it was impossible not to think about him.

I’d seen the bulge in his boxers before, when he’d walk around Daniel’s place in nothing but shorts.

Even then, I knew he was huge, thick and just right for me. I’d spent years fantasizing about it, wondering how it would feel stretching me open, filling me up, making me scream.

I’d fucked plenty of guys, hundreds, maybe thousands, in my line of work, but I wanted Charles.

I pulled up to his gate, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst.

I didn’t bother honking, Charles never answered the gate anyway.

Instead, I parked the car and climbed out, taking a deep breath as the warm air hit my skin.

I tugged my skirt up a little higher, letting it ride up my thighs until it barely covered my pussy.

If I bent over even slightly, he’d see everything. Good. Let him look. Let him want fuck me… Gwad

I pushed the gate open and strode toward the main house, my hips swaying, my confidence skyrocketing with every step.

I knew the passcode to his place, Daniel had given it to me years ago for emergencies.

This wasn’t an emergency, but fuck it, I was using it anyway.

My fingers punched in the code, and the door clicked open.

I stepped inside, my heels echoing on the hardwood floor, and then I froze at the scene in front of me.