Celestine's POV "I guess it's just me and you sweetie. Alone in the car. Alone in the house." He opens the door to the driver's side but doesn't get in, instead he folds his arms on top of the hood of the car. "The endless possibilities."Ignoring him, I open the door to the passenger seat and duck down, sliding in and fastening my seat belt. "Just drive," I say, folding my arms over my chest.The drive back is smooth and quiet. Surprisingly, Lorenzo keeps his hands to himself, his eyes fixed on the road ahead and his right hand clutching onto the breaks as he shifts gears. Then we get to a red light and he stops the car.I'm gazing out the window when I feel his hand trailing up my dress. I try to ignore it but it keeps going higher and higher."Stop that." I smack his hand but that just makes him grip my thigh harder. He isn't even focusing on the traffic light, all his attention is fixed on me."Live a little Celestine," he says and his hand trails higher up my thigh, his fingerti

Celestine's POVDear God. Has it always been like this? His cock feels so good inside of me. Too good, in fact. Fuck! "We aren't using a condom!" "Oh shit," Lorenzo pulls out of me, his cock pressed between our stomachs. "How the hell did I forget that?" Then he hisses and starts walking in the direction of the stairs."Put me down. I can walk," I protest."And I can carry you," he retorts. With one hand holding onto the railing and the other wrapped around my waist, Lorenzo takes us to his room.On getting to his room, he lets me down on the floor and heads to his drawer to retrieve a condom then he's back in front of me. He throws the condom on the bed."Let's get you out of those torn clothes," Lorenzo suggests alt together we peel my ripped dress off my body then our hands are tearing at Lorenzo's clothes. Taking Lorenzo's hand, I lead him to the bed and he follows without any protest.Picking up the condom, I tear off the top with my teeth then take out the condom and throw th

Lorenzo's POVCelestine has gone back to avoiding me. Our situation is starting to look like a loop that never ends. Sex. Avoid Lorenzo. Sex. Avoid Lorenzo. The same things over and over again and frankly, I believe it has run its course.Our parents are out and from the smell drifting in the air, I know Celestine is in the kitchen.Walking down the stairs, I round the corner into the kitchen and see Celestine standing over the stove, stirring some scrambled eggs. With her goddamn shorts and tank top."Morning," I call out, heading over to the fridge to get a glass of water.It takes some time before Celestine answers me and when the does, her voice is monotone and lacks any emotions. "Morning." It's hard to believe that my cock was inside of her just two days ago.I take my glass of water to the kitchen counter, pull out a chair and take a seat. Sipping from the glass, my gaze drills into the back of Celestine's head as I wonder what caused her change in character. As far as am conce

Celestine's POV "How is this supposed to make you forgive me?" I ask as Lorenzo places the velvet handkerchief over my eyes and binds it behind my head with two loose knots. My vision goes black and my other senses heighten, like how Lorenzo's presence behind me overwhelms me even without him touching a part of my body. "You ask a lot of questions. Don't make me gag you." Gag me? "You wouldn't dare." That remark earns me a spank on my ass. I yelp. Ouch, that stings. "Place your hands behind your back." I obey, this time without uttering a word and Lorenzo rounds a tie around my wrists twice before tying a knot. Lorenzo guides me, his hands on the small of my back then he bends me over. No warning. No explaining. I gasp at how much it feels like falling, my chest meet a flat surface, probably a table or his drawers. I squirm, feeling self-conscious about how exposed I am; naked with my hip held up by the furniture for Lorenzo to do whatsoever he wants with me. My instincts have

Celestine's POVWhat do you wear to a date? Well, not exactly a date. It's more of an- I fucked my soon-to-be stepbrother and now we are going out on a date kind of thing. So what does one wear to that sort of event?Deciding on a jean and a cute little tank top, I throw on the outfit and put on some light makeup, pairing the outfit with some white sneakers.A knock sounds on my door approximately fifteen minutes later. I do a quick check-up in the dresser mirror on the way to the door. Lorenzo is standing out of my room in blue denim jeans and a plain white t-shirt. "Hey." I do a tiny wave. God, why is this so awkward?"Hi." Lorenzo smiles brightly at me and tucks his hands into his pockets. "You look nice." He takes an appreciative look at me and my inside warms."Thanks. You clean up nice." Ok, that's an understatement. Lorenzo looks good enough to eat. I would know because I've done just that earlier today."I know right." He does a little twirl for me and ends it with a curtse