Tempted By My Sister's Boyfriend

“You’ve got to tell me, princess,” he whispered as he tugged on my hair just a tad to draw out a whine from my trembling lips. “Tell me you’re desperate enough to rut against my dick and cum in those panties.”Whimpering slightly, I nodded and continued to rock my hips on his cock.“I... I’m desperate. It feels so good. I don’t want to stop.” I moaned shakily.His ragged breath warmed my trembling lips.“I wanna come just like this, please... please.”I pushed my hips to rut harder, to rock faster. Soft pants and whines spilled from my lips. My mind was hazy as I could only think of chasing that teasing orgasm that was seemingly out of reach.“As much as I want to have my dick riding inside you right now, you sound so fucking hot to stop,” he said. “So, rub against me all you want, princess. Rub until that clit of yours is aching to cum.”** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **How it all started...My name is Kim. Well, it’s Kimberly, but I’ve always preferred to be called Kim. My Dad, Maxwell Ash

It’s my grandparents' anniversary today, and the whole house is in a frenzy. The Ashfords have always been known for throwing the best parties. I’m sure we’re killing it again this time around, but my thoughts remained on Adrian.The house shimmered in the after sun with extended families, like my aunties, uncles, and cousins from London, New York, even Monaco, all gathered to celebrate the 50th anniversary of Charles and Miriam Ashford, the patriarch and matriarch of the Ashford empire.Upstairs in the family sitting room, a quieter space away from the crowd, Gen and I lounged on the cream velvet couch, our heels off, and our hair curled to perfection. Mum and Dad stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, glasses of champagne in their hand.Dad, even in a casual moment, cut an imposing figure. Dressed in a charcoal grey suit, tie loosened. Mum looked effortlessly as usual, wearing a high-neck ivory dress, sleek chignon, diamond cuff earrings that caught every light.“Your grandmother’s a

First day of college. Well, not just any college. St. Bellamy’s, the ivy-drenched sanctuary of the elite. A place where old money met glossy futures and gossip spreads faster than grades. Gen had already survived her first year there, and Adrian was deep into his third. Then there’s me. I’m just beginning.The house smelled like espresso and citrus, Dad’s morning smoothie ritual. I padded into the kitchen, still in my robe, the weight of my nerves tucked under a smile.“Someone looks like she’s barely slept,” Dad said, seated at the island in his usual tailored loungewear, sipping his violently green concoction.“That’s because someone didn’t,” I murmured, grabbing a mug.He raised an eyebrow, “Excited?”“Terrified,” I admitted, sliding onto the stool beside him. “There’s something about starting from scratch. New classes. New people, new everything.”“You’ll be fine, baby,” he said, his tone softer now. “You’ve got your sister. And if anyone gives you trouble, you know where to find

"I swear I wasn't trying to walk in on... whatever this is," she stammered, grabbing her phone from the desk like it was on fire. "I didn't even—ugh, I'm just... I'll be gone!"She shut the door behind her with a loud clack. For a few seconds, neither of us said anything until Adrian chuckled under his breath."Well, so much for subtle."I covered my face with both hands. "I think I just died.""You didn't," he said gently. "But that was... kind of amazing."I peeked at him between my fingers, cheeks burning. His smile was crooked, playful, but his eyes were still dark, still full of everything we hadn't had time to say."I should go," he murmured. "Before we really traumatize your roommate."I nodded, but part of me wanted to stop him. Wanted to pull him back because everything just got heated, and I wasn't sure I wanted simple anymore, but he did have to leave. I walked with Adrian quietly, my heart still hammering from what just happened.He shoved his hands into the pockets of his

It's been a full week since the freshmen mixer. Seven days of Adrian's absence, with our last encounter still lingering in my mind like a favorite song on repeat. Classes had officially begun, and the once buzzing energy of St. Bellamy's had settled into more structured chaos with students walking across the glossy marble floors of the west academic wing. Sloane and I strolled side by side, our iced lattes in hand, the morning sun catching the soft gold in her brunette curls as we chatted about absolutely nothing of importance. "Did you see the way Professor Langston literally dragged that dude out of class yesterday? I mean... iconic," Sloane laughed, bumping her shoulder gently into mine. I smirked. "Honestly, I live for the drama. This school needs it." Just as we rounded the corner toward Lecture Hall B, I felt a jolt. A light crash, not even enough to spill my drink, but jarring enough to pull me out of the moment. I looked up, and of course... Alexander Vaughn. "Seriously?"