Is A Sister'S Foot Fetish A Psychological Condition?

Warning! This book contains explicit scenes. Do not read if not above eighteen :) ——- *(Age Gap)* “Oh! Nayla! You’re the best thing I have ever fucked! I love how sweet your pussy feels!….I love how tight you are for me. I love fu—fucking you,” Roy whispered softly against my ear, his breath so hot and intoxicating, it sent a rush of shivers down my spine as he rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting harder against my p*ssy. S—so much pleasure! ********** It’s been a growing feeling she’s had for years. A feeling she has desperately tried to get rid of. She knows it’s wrong. It’s forbidden. He’s her big brother. Worse, There’s no way Roy Donald could ever look her way. Not when he’s too proud, too pompous, too charming!……too much for her. But what if she’s wrong? What if he wants her more than she could ever imagine? Read to find out….

I gave Michael the best two years of my life, but in return he handed me the divorce papers the moment my sister came out of the coma. ┈┈┈┈․° ☣ °․┈┈┈┈ Since the moment my sister was born, it had always been about her, never me.... Everyone, including our parents adored and favored my sister, Seraphina over me. Even Michael, the man I had been in love with since I was a teenager, only had eyes for my sister. He loved her, dreamt of marrying only her and also starting a family with her. But circumstances forced Michael to take me as his wife instead and my sister fell into depression and tried to commit suicide in which I was held responsible for. I was only supposed to be his contract wife, but along the line I felt Michael had started to love me but that illusion shattered the very moment his love for my sister reawakened after she woke up from the two years coma. I agreed to walk away with a broken heart after granting him the divorce. And just when I was about to move on from Michael, he suddenly showed up at my doorstep to make things more difficult for me because he said he couldn't let me go and he's obsessed with me. That was the bitter truth - My sister was the love of his life while I was only his obsession and the object of his desire.

Aiden knight is 25 and is a businessman. He runs hotel chains in and around the country. He gets whatever he wants and whenever he wants it. Until Aria, his irresistible step sister. She is the forbidden fruit, he craves. Their one-night stand didn't help the situation either. His irresistible stepsister, who is naive and innocent, came into his life in her old pickup truck, with her cowboy boots and hat on, searching for her father, who is now his stepfather. His mother's husband number two. After a series of failed boyfriends and dates, his mother married Martin, her father. Aria knows he is bad news from the moment she saw him. That's why she ran away the morning after a crazy night together. He agrees with her. Her temptation is too much to handle and his hate for her father is a huge wall in between them. But the little fact they both can never forget is that she is his runner, who gifted him her innocence. Will he be able to resist his irresistible step-sister? Why does Aiden hate Martin so much? Do they have a history from where his hatred stems from? Where does that leave Aria and Aiden? He hates her at the same time, he craves her. What is the result of their crazy love-hate relationship? A happily ever after, maybe?

His magnificently beautiful eyes looked into mine with possessiveness. I exhaled out a shuddered breath, and he grabbed my jaw. “This is not who you are to me, Isabella. And I want more than what we have. Understood?” The dominance in his tone was obvious, while his words sounded like a fantasy I’ve always dreamt of. More than what we have. More than step-brother. ______________________________ I, a 19-year-old girl, had always had a secret crush on someone I shouldn’t have. That’s right—it was none other than Achilles Roman, my stepbrother, who was two years older than me. I had kept my feelings dumped in a Tupperware box for as long as I could remember. But how could I control myself when he himself started making moves on me? And what should I do when I realize that he was nowhere near the Achilles I thought I knew? Read to find out.

My twin, Camden Silva, has been diagnosed with a syndrome known as Sibling Rivalry Disorder. If my scores are higher than his, he'll have insomnia and use a blade to cut his own arm. The treatment that the doctor suggests is absolutely ridiculous. I should be pulled down instead. Shockingly, everyone immediately leaps into action to do just that. Mom turns off my alarm. As she watches me rush out of the house, she turns to Camden and says, "Clayton's going to be late now." My sister, Cassandra Silva, offers to give me a ride, but her car breaks down five minutes later. When I get out of the car to continue my journey on foot, I catch a glimpse of her wide grin in the side mirror. My childhood friend, Rebecca Ellis, holds my hand and speaks to me as if she's coaxing a child. "Why don't you just flunk the exams this time? You're so smart. So what if you have to repeat a year?" Camden's scores keep getting better and better. Everyone assumes that the treatment is working. On the day of the SATs, I hesitate for a brief moment when a bottle of water is offered to me. However, I still drink it in the end. Ten minutes later, I rush out of the exam hall while clutching my stomach. Their eyes are glimmering with triumph as if they're elated that their plan succeeded when they look at me in unison. Something in my heart dies at that moment. I wonder how they're going to react when they find out that they've been ruining Camden with their own two hands.

I had a dream that spoiled the whole book for me. It turned out I wasn't the main character, but the mean girl side character. My extremely obsessive brother, whom I wasn't even related to, was actually the main lead. I fell for the second lead and begged for his love, but he never wanted me. Instead, I kept hurting my brother, over and over. Later, my brother was saved by the heroine, and that was when I realized he was the one I truly loved. But by then, it was way too late. And just now, I had forced my brother to drink a glass of wine I'd slipped something into.