Step It Up 2 Moose Novels & Stories

"Brielle, sweetheart, isn't this exciting?" "Yes," I choked out. "Very exciting." "We're having a grand wedding wedding, baby. " Richard said. "Like two months from now? Give us time to plan properly." Two months until Dante Moretti officially became my stepbrother. Two months until the man I accidentally kidnapped and fucked became family. "We'll blend our families beautifully," my mother gushed, squeezing Richard's hand. "Our children will be so close." I glanced at Dante again. His eyes met mine, and for a split second, I saw the same horror reflected back at me. The same realization. The same understanding that this wasn't just complicated anymore.

"What if they actually pulled your scalp off…" Madison stared at her like she was a fool. "If anyone could rip my scalp off with their bare hands, they wouldn't be here. They'd be in some national super-soldier program." Could someone capable of that even be human? That was definitely a super soldier. As Madison headed downstairs, she skillfully held an umbrella over her head. The stairs weren't leaking, and it wasn't snowing outside. Nobody knew what the umbrella was for. Madison made her way to the cafeteria.

Before I could gather myself, Rosa spoke. “She’s Zara.” She said gesturing toward me. “Your sister.” The word rang in my head, sharp and disoriented. It suddenly dawned on me that the same man I had a one night with, is actually my stepbrother. It hasn’t clocked in earlier. His expression barely changed. “Step-sister.” Rosa quickly corrected herself. “Your father’s wife’s daughter.” There was silence after that, and it stretched between us. No one breaking it up with any pleasantries, I’m too stun to, but him? I can’t say the same.

Matthew said with a smile. Olivia knew that her new stepfather was just trying to lighten the mood and so she tried to wear a pleasant smile on her face as she replied, "I like it. The turkey is perfect, the meal is really nice," she replied. Hoping that she did sound brighter than she felt.

It rang again, and on the third attempt, I felt him slow down. “Pl…ease….continue…I…want…y…ou…” I begged and watched his lips flatten in a smirk, before leaning in. “Pick your call, Stepmom. We wouldn't want to draw attention to ourselves, would we?” He muttered in a low, husky voice and slowly let go of my hair. Stepmom! The sound of it made my pussy throb. My body shook, and my legs lost balance, but I picked up the land phone placing it on my right ear.

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

Busy with the love songs and catchy phrases while some Rich bad Boy steps up from out of the blues and swipes away the one I'd settled for. Well.... Two can play this game, Shelton. Two can surely play this game.

She let out another moan and I had to put my hand over her mouth so she wouldn't get too loud. Meanwhile, my free hand started traveling underneath her shirt and massaging her breasts. I was happy to know that she wasn’t wearing any bra. I also really liked her breasts. They were just the right size and they fitted the palm of my hand perfectly. I slowly pulled on her nipple and she began to squirm. Her moans were becoming too loud and I had to press my hand on her mouth harder. As my fingers rolled and tugged at her nipple, Kara opened her eyes and she looked at me with a pleading gaze.

Moose was jumping around Damon who was trying to get his bed from the floor but Moose stampeded over his own bed the whole time and was trying to get his food from the bag and I saw a few toys already scrambled over the floor. Damon looked back when he heard me and Moose took the opportunity to lick Damon all over his face, earning a grunt from Damon. I let out a laugh and helped Damon get everything sorted and soon we put Moose on the backseat who hardly fit in there. “Is this all you're taking?” Damon asked me. I turned around. “It's just for a few nights, right? I don't need much. Not that a lot more would fit in your car.” I said as I turned around again, looking at the car. Damon let ou

“See you tomorrow, Ms. Bisila. Good night.” "What exactly do you want?" Bisila asked, watching him closely. “Have a good night, Miss Bisila," Mr. James said with a polite nod as he walked past her. “Have a good night, Mr. James." “See you tomorrow," he added. “Yeah, sure," she replied with a slight snap, hopping up the Thompsons' fence with practised ease. Within minutes, she was already scaling the arc of the large house, as sneaky as a cat. Quietly, she pushed open the roof hatch and slipped inside, landing on a creaky bed that let out an awkward groan.