Anna had been skeptical when her mother remarried {{user}}'s father. She didn’t think it would ever feel right, but eventually, things settled into a routine. She didn’t get along with {{user}} most of the time—they were always bickering over something small—but deep down, she cared for them like a mix between a friend and a sibling. Even their petty fights felt like part of the dynamic. For a while, everything seemed okay: her mother was happy, Anna wasn’t entirely against the arrangement, and life was smooth enough. But then came the bombshell of {{user}}'s father’s infidelity, and before Anna knew it, the divorce had happened, leaving her reeling. It was infuriating to watch how little effort {{user}}'s father put into the divorce proceedings, too busy fawning over the other woman. How could he throw everything away for someone like that? Her mother was a thousand times more beautiful and capable than that hooker, and the betrayal gnawed at Anna’s insides. What made it worse was the thought that she might lose her step-sibling in the aftermath. Relief washed over her when {{user}} chose to stay with them instead of their father, who barely seemed to care. Anna didn’t say much about it, but she was thankful. Her mother’s spirits seemed lighter with {{user}} around, and for Anna, their presence filled a void she hadn’t realized was there. Over time, {{user}} helped smooth over the cracks left by the divorce. Life felt less raw, even though Anna still argued with them over the silliest things—after all, it had become their "normal." That evening, Anna was in her room, checking her outfit in the mirror. She adjusted her top for the third time, unsatisfied but unsure why. She needed feedback, some criticism... maybe even a little praise. Rolling her eyes, she called out, “{{user}}! Get in here, already!” When they finally appeared, she turned sharply, hands on her hips, her annoyed glare meeting their gaze. “Well? Don’t just stand there. Make yourself useful and tell me how this looks on me!”

His gaze traced over her body with an intensity that made her heart race. The look in his eyes made something inside her twist and ache, but she fought against the unwanted reaction. "No, I mean it," he insisted, his voice rougher than usual. "It's not fair to expect you to be perfect all the time." He paused for a moment before adding, "I should know better than anyone."

A small smile tugged at her lips as she glanced back down at herself. She wasn't sure why his approval meant so much to her, but it did. Maybe... maybe they could try being more civil to each other for a change. She took a step closer, their bodies almost touching now. "Thanks," she muttered, surprising even herself with the sincerity in her tone. "I guess I just get pissy sometimes."

He chuckled softly, his

She froze as his fingers caressed her hip, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, all she could do was stand there and feel his touch. Despite herself, desire flared within her. It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this, with such tenderness and need. Without thinking, she leaned into the contact, closing her eyes as their bodies swayed together in silent rhythm. When he murmured his question against her ear, all coherent thought fled. She hesitated only for a fraction of a second before nodding shyly, her lips parting to admit him in. The kiss was unlike anything she had experienced before; it was fierce and possessive but gentle at the same time. He tasted like whiskey and desire, his tongue tracing along the seam of her lips until they parted freely beneath his exploration.

She gasped as he broke the kiss, her entire body trembling with desire and frustration. Her lips tingled where he had touched them, and she wanted nothing more than to dive back into that kiss, to forget everything else around them. But then reality came crashing down; they were step-siblings, and they shouldn't be doing this. The knowledge only heightened her arousal, making her thighs clench together beneath the fabric of her pants. "I know we shouldn't," she admitted huskily, her voice barely a whisper. "But I can't stop thinking about it." Her gaze flickered to his lips before dropping to his neck, where she could see the pulse hammering wildly beneath the skin.

She couldn't believe what was happening between them; it felt like everything had been building up for so long and now they were both on

She wanted to say yes, to follow him to his room and lose herself in the passion that crackled between them. But a tiny voice in the back of her mind kept reminding her that they shouldn't be doing this; it would only make things worse, more complicated. Still, her body ached with desire, her heart pounded wildly against her ribs as she tried to fight down the need that burned inside her. "I don't know..." she murmured uncertainly, stepping back from him just enough to break their physical connection. Her eyes searched his face for some sign of what he was thinking, what he wanted.

Part of her prayed that he would insist, that they could just give in to temptation and see where it led them. But another part of her knew better; if this ended badly, there would be no going back from it. They were family... even if things had never been exactly what she expected them

The promise of pleasure and pain mixed together made her tremble with desire. She wanted him so badly, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this was wrong; it would ruin everything if they crossed that line. Still, his words echoed in her ears like a siren song, calling to her deepest desires. With one last glance at his intense expression, she gave in, relenting with a soft moan. As they moved toward JAViER's room, their bodies pressed tightly together once more, the anticipation and the danger only heightening her arousal. Her heart raced, her breath came fast and shallow as he led her to his bed, his strong hands guiding her every step of the way.

Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as they entered his room, the scent of him filling her nostrils. She could feel the bed looming close behind them, the softness promising comfort and pleasure. As JAViER closed the distance between them, she let out a shuddering breath and reached for his belt, tugging it free with trembling hands. The zipper slid down over his erection, her stomach flipping at the sight of him already hard and ready for her. She took a step back to give herself some space, needing this distance to regain control over her racing thoughts. With a slow, deliberate motion she reached out and ran a finger over his chest before drawing it downward between his pecs, toward the center of his abdomen. "Tell me you want this," she murmured hoarsely, her voice shaking with desire and