Damn! My Mate Is My Biggest Enemy's Twin Brother

Adam couldn't believe it. His dick had hardened after seeing his stepsister's butt. He wanted to cover it all up, but his stepsister was faster than him. She started stroking his penis through her pants.

'What are you doing, Anna! 'Adam was taken aback.' Don't do that! 'he said, flushing his face and shaking her hand away.

'Why did you stop me? You obviously like it. You're hard because of me, 'Anna said, trying to grab it again, but Adam grabbed her hand.

"What are you trying to do? You have to stop this madness. Yes, I'm hard, but that's only because you're on top of me."

"Yes, I'm lying on top of you, you like it." Anna replied.

'I don't like it. Just leave me alone. Remember you're my stepsister. You can't do that, 'said Adam firmly.

Anna's heart felt pain. Adam always rejected her, and she was not even related to him. She had reason to believe that Adam hated her... What should she do to make Adam accept her?

***

After posting the latest chapter on the computer screen, a satisfied smile appeared on my face. This is a stepsibling erotic story. And I couldn't have predicted that it would be several times more popular than I thought. And it's growing. This is a story that a reader suggested I write about my stepsibling, and they thought it must be hot. Sure enough, so I enjoyed reading the comments.

As usual. I scrolled through the comments of my story, the first one read, "This story is super insane, it's hot and a bit funny, am really enjoying it."

My face beamed up with joy after reading it, it feels so great when your efforts are appreciated

I browsed through all my comments, they were all very positive and encouraging, until I looked at the last comment, that's when my smile faded away.

"The story seems to be over idealized like the author has never had great sex or something," one reader wrote.

"Alas." I took a deep, dejected breath. The truth was indeed cruel. Today I turned eighteen, and I was still a virgin. Who would have thought that a writer of erotic novels would actually be a virgin in real life?

What makes matters worse is the head cheerleader Amber Blackwood and her minions. They wouldn't stop reminding me of my inadequacy.

I stood up from my bed, walked to the mirror and gazed at my reflection, and my heart sunk.

My face full of freckles, messy red hair, the rare color of my hair amongst the werewolves had made me be marked a freak also. My big harry potter glasses, everything about me had made me become an outcast, a laughing stock for everyone my age. Who would want me?

And being born a hybrid werewolf, made matters worse. I'm the lowest of the low. Even omegas, the weakest of our kind, get more respect than me. This is the reason why am friendless so I seek escape from reality with the help of my novels.

No matter how many times I pleaded with Mom to leave this toxic community, she would always tell me that Dad would miraculously show up one day, and she hoped we would be here when Dad appeared. I couldn't refuse Mom.

So I was trapped in this hell, forced to endure its relentless onslaught of torment.

My thoughts drifted back to the novel, and I took a deep breath. I wanted to make the sex scenes feel real, but in reality, I had no idea what real sex felt like.

I sighed in frustration. At that moment, my Fenrir stirred within me. I could always sense her presence, she was always there, always watching me.

"Hey, girl,"Nixx's voice whispered in my mind. "I think it's time you found a boy to, you know.get cozy with."

I rolled my eyes, though a part of me agreed. My novel needed to get better, to feel real and what better way to get it than through experience?

"But who?" I thought back to Phoenix "I'm a nerd, remember? Guys like Ryder don't exactly flock to me."

Ryder, captain of the school ice hockey team, he was every girls heart throb, including mine. I've had a crush on him ever since middle school but would never confess my feelings to him, I wouldn't dare. There is no chance a hot, drop dead gorgeous jock like him, would even turn eyes my way. Impossible!

Nixx chuckled from inside of my head, her tone husky. "Oh, Ryder, huh? Well, so he's the one you've been crushing on."

"Noo," I blushed in embarrassment. There wasn't really anything much to hide, Nixx knew each and everything about me, ever since I was 16, my amazing wolf and best friend as been with me through each and everything, the bad, the good and the ugly.

"He's definitely a hot fella but we'll know tomorrow if he's the one."

My frustration was driven away, and nixx was right. As werewolves, 18 is the day every werewolf smells his significant other. And only if both parties meet 18 will their wolves smell each other. Ryder is a year older than me, and apparently he hasn't found his mate yet. I hope his mate is me.

Thinking of this, I look forward to going to school tomorrow. Even if I will suffer the humiliation of the cheerleader and her minions.

"Tomorrow, at school," Nixx replied. "I'll be paying attention to his smell. If he's our mate, I'll know. And if he's not.well, we'll keep looking."

I smiled, feeling excited to finding out who our mate was. I had waited for this moment all my life. The moon goddess will finally grant me the mate of my dreams, Mr. perfect. He will have a good sense of humour, so he will always make me laugh a lot. Secondly, even when I don't speak a word, he would know how I feel. He will love me for me, he will have an athletic body but not overly built. He won't have any tattoos, he won't be rude and will never use swear words.

Plus he will be good at sex, that way we will have amazing sex every day and night. I believe the moon goddess will grant him to me.

I went into sweet dreams with fantasies, so the next day, I overslept. If it weren't for my mother's shrill voice, I would definitely have slept into the afternoon.

"Haven, don't forget you have school today!" My mom's voice came in breaking the spell of happy thoughts I had been locked in.

Panic set in as I glanced at my wrist watch. I was so running late!

"Coming, Mom!" I yelled, rushing to grab my backpack, not forgetting my glasses. I double checked my schedule to make sure I had everything I needed for my classes.

"Everything .check, check, check," I muttered to myself, tossing in my lunch and water bottle.

As I rushed out of my room, Mom reminded me, "Don't forget your lunch money, sweetie!"

"Got it, Mom!" I replied, snatching the cash from the kitchen counter.

I sprinted out the front door, my backpack bouncing behind me. The school bus was already waiting at the curb, its engine rumbling.

"Hey, Haven!" the bus driver called out as I got up the steps. "Cutting it close today, aren't you?"

I grinned sheepishly. "Just a little, Mr. Eric." I always sat next to him because he was the only person that would talk to me, none of my fellow students would risk being seen talking to a freak like me that would ruin their reputation.

"Hey kiddo, do you wanna hear about my adventure in the Amazon rain forest?" He asked his face full of excitement.

"Of course," I nodded.

Mr. Eric was a nice and kind man, he used to be a tour guide so he always had good adventurous stories to share, so I really enjoyed sitting next to him. I collapsed into my usual seat, catching my breath. Another crazy day was right ahead. But I was ready to Bring it on!

* **

I entered into class, when suddenly I started to hear whispers spreading like bush fire, laughter erupted from every corner of the classroom, the strange thing was that I could feel all their eyes on me.

Confused, I looked up at the E board where most faces were turned, that's when I saw it. An embarrassing photo of me in the school bus from this morning, I was sleeping with my mouth wide open, really wide! It was on the damn classroom screen, with stupid captions written on it in red marker " Haven, the most unsexy she wolf alive who makes people least interested in sex."

My fists curled up in anger and my fingers dug deep inside my flesh. I stood up, my gaze searched the class looking for that one culprit I knew was responsible for this, that stupid cheerleader.

"Ember!," I whispered to myself.

That stupid bitch, there she was smirking proudly at me. She was looking stunning as always, her hair strawberry blonde, tied in long high pony tail, flowing down her back in long waves, her eyes hazel, with thick fake eyelashes, dark lipstick and mascara. Ember was naturally a flawless beauty but she did too much to prove it to everyone else, it was like she wasn't confident about her looks. Who even wears that much make up everyday? Only Ember Blackwood does.

I've known Ember ever since we were kids, infact their house is right infront of ours and that's also something on my 101 list as to why we should leave that neighborhood. For some reason the girl hates me and has always made my life a living hell.

"Ugh, do you ever take a look at yourself in the mirror, Haven, I mean your hair, it's so. messy," Ember said, rolling her eyes, making the whole class laugh.

I felt a sting, I still couldn't believe she was doing it infront of the whole class, no one even tried to stop her, after all no one liked me at school, I was a no body, a friendless freak that everyone one ran away from like I was a disease that would infect them.

Her best friend Vanessa chimed in, adding to her comments. "I mean, seriously, who wears freckles like they're a badge of honor?"

I felt my face heat up with rage but before I could react, the classroom door swung open, a tall, effortlessly super cool figure strode in, all heads turned to Ryder the captain of the hockey school team, he flashed a charming smile, his bright blue eyes scanning the room. He winked at some random girls who giggled sheepishly.

My heart was racing at a very fast rate just at the sight of him, I felt like I could die of a heart attack any moment from now but I would die a happy girl with Ryder's smile the last thing on my mind.

Heads turned, whenever he passed, drawn to his charismatic presence like magnets. His chiseled features, messy blond hair, and athletic build made him the school's heartthrob. He was the sun that everyone orbited around.

Ember looked up at him and blushed like a lovestruck middle school girl "Ah, Ryder, am glad you could join us."

Ryder's gaze swept the room, his eyes locking onto mine for a fleeting moment. I felt a flutter in my chest, but he quickly looked away, his attention already claimed by the Queen Bee.

Ember batted her eyelashes at me before turning back to him. "Hey, Ry, I was just wondering. would you ever be interested in Haven?"

My heart skipped a beat as I nervously stared at Ryder, awaiting his response.

He paused, his expression twisting as if he had been insulted. "Are you kidding me? She's a half-breed, Em. I wouldn't dare tarnish my reputation with. that." He looked away from me like I was a pest or some kind of rodent.

His words cut deep, like a knife to the heart. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes but I wasn't yet to give Ember the satisfaction that she had hurt me.

Ember giggled. "Oh, Ryder baby,you're so funny."

"I know, baby girl," his lips touched Ember's, his piercing gaze locked onto mine as he pushed his tongue all the way into her mouth, his eyes blazing with disgust at me.

They were practically making out infront of the whole class, their kiss was making my skin crawl. He pulled away from Ember, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Get the hell away from me, Haven. You're not even in my league."

His words cut deep, the venom in his tone making me feel like I was nothing. His eyes raked over me, as if I was trash, something he couldn't bear to look at. I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me, my face burning with shame but I wasn't ready to let them step on me like I was a rag. My mom didn't raise me to become prey for every lunatic out there.

I took a deep breath, letting my anger fuel my thoughts. "And what's more, Ryder, you're not even intellectually compatible with me. I'm a thinker, a dreamer. You're just a shallow jock. You two deserve each other. You're both shameless."

Ember's face twisted in a snarl. "You think you're so smart, don't you, Haven?" she spat, raising her hand to hit me.

But seems today wasn't completely unlucky for me, Mr. Bryson appeared, grabbing Ember's arm. "That's enough, young lady," he said firmly. "We don't tolerate violence in this school."

Ember shot me a venomous glance before storming off. I watched her go, feeling a mix of emotions: hurt, anger, but also a sense of pride. I had stood up for myself, even if only in my own mind.

Mrs. Bryson turned to me, concern etched on his face. "Miss Richmond, are you okay?"

I nodded, still trying to process everything. "Yeah, I'm fine."

But deep down, I knew I wasn't. My heart still ached, and the memory of Ryder's words were going to take forever to heal.

I went through the rest of the day, my heart still heavy from Ryder's harsh words. But as I walked out of my last class for the day, my wolf stirred within me, she must have sensed my distress. She nuzzled my mind, offering me comfort.

"Don't worry, Haven," she whispered. "We're better off without him. He's not worthy of our love."

I agreed, feeling a sense of pride wash over me. My wolf and I were a team, and we didn't need anyone else to complete us.

"But will we find our true mate today?" I wondered as hope of finding him just kept on dying from inside me.

"Am not sure dear," my wolf's response was uncertain. She had never sniffed our mate's scent before, and I couldn't sense him either. It was as if he was a ghost, invisible to our senses.

After school, I walked over to my locker, lost in thought. Suddenly, a searing pain shot through my head, like a dagger piercing my mind.

"Ohh..Goddesss!" cried out, clutching my forehead.

Who the hell just yanked my hair?!

My wolf growled, sensing my distress. "What's wrong, Haven?"

But I couldn't answer. The pain was too intense, too overwhelming. I stumbled backwards, my vision blurring.

"Stop it, please!" I shouted, trying to pull free from her grip.

"No way!" she snapped back, ice-cold.

It was Amber!

"Damn it, Amber! What the hell is wrong with you? Are you out of your mind?"

What did I do to deserve this? I swear, I didn't even move from my seat during lunch.

Amber didn't say a word. Her fingers were like a vice, twisted in my hair, and I was practically tripping over myself, trying to break loose.

The hallway was in chaos-people were shouting, making a scene. But this witch didn't care. She dragged me right past everyone, her eyes practically on fire.

I stumbled, catching my foot on the doorway hoping that would help but she just pulled harder, her strength was too surprising for a girl. I bet her wolf is so strong after all she's the Alpha's daughter, the Alpha of Crescent moon pack.

We reached the girls' restroom, and Amber flung me inside, slamming the door shut behind us. The lock clicked, and I was trapped.

I spun around, my heart racing, and faced Amber. Her brown eyes were darker, wild, her face twisted in a snarl.

"You think you're so special, don't you?" Amber sneered, shoving me against the cold wall causing a wave of pain to crush into me.

"Aww," I winced in pain, only for the demoness to burst into evil ugly laughter, she was a real witch, I swear.

"Ryder seems to be paying much attention to you since you arrived. I don't get it. You're just a bookish girl with stupid glasses. Werewolves don't even need glasses. They are pathetic!" She spat at me.

I glared at her in disbelief, my anger rising. "I'm not afraid to report you to the WCC. You're breaking the rules."

The WCC was a committee set up in every werewolf school to handle bullying issues between transformed and un transformed wolves. The transformed wolves tended to look at us like toys they could play with how ever they wished just because they had their powers. This was forbidden by the WCC.

Amber's face twisted in a snarl. "You dare to fight back?" Her voice dripped with nothing but pure evil. "I'll teach you a lesson one you will never forget, Haven."

She raised her hand, ready to slap me, but I was quicker. I shoved her away, my heart racing with adrenaline.

Amber stumbled back, her eyes flashing with anger. We grappled in the cramped space of the restroom, our movements restricted by the tight space.

Amber tried to use her strength as a transformed werewolf, but I refused to back down. I couldn't let her get the upper hand. I grabbed a nearby mop, wielding it like a sword. Amber laughed, but I didn't back down.

I swung the mop at her, using it to deflect her attacks. She snarled, baring her teeth, but I held my ground.

"Am going to break those ugly things," she said between gritted teeth. There was no way I was letting her do it.

I clutched the mop tightly, determined to protect myself and my glasses from the witch's wrath.

Without my glasses, I felt vulnerable and exposed.

But Amber wasn't just ready to stop not until she got what she wanted, after all she was a Daddy's girl who got everything she wanted with just a snap of a finger. She was a spoilt brat!

She snarled and snapped, her fingers grasping for my face. I swung the mop, trying to keep her at bay, but she was too strong.

In a very swift movement, Ember grabbed my glasses and ripped them off my face. I felt a surge of panic as they fell to the floor.

Her eyes widened in astonishment as she took in my features.

My face, was very strikingly gorgeous, my father used to say I was more beautiful than the goddess herself but I bet he was just teasing me.

But what truly caught Amber's attention were my eyes. They were like two glittering suns, with a warm, golden light that seemed to come from within. They shone with a soft, glow that seemed to originate from their depths.

Their shape was like a lotus flower, with delicate, petal like eyelids that seemed to unfurl like the gentle petals of a bloom. The irises were golden but seemed to shift from bright, shining yellow to deep, burnished copper, like the first blush of sunrise on a summer morning.

Amber gaped, her mouth hanging open in shock. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the tension between us faded for a moment. I felt vulnerable without my glasses and Amber's gaze which was like a weight on me made me feel worse but I refused to look away. I stood tall, my golden eyes flashing with a fierce inner light.

And then, her expression changed. Her shock turned to anger, and she snarled, baring her teeth at me. "You're not like us," she spat, her voice venomous. "You're a freak."

Her eyes narrowed and I could notice that her mind was racing with disbelief. "How can a no body like you be gifted by the moon goddess with such striking beauty. This isn't fair at all. And if that face is what attracts my Ryder to you then I will ruin it."

With a growl, Amber raised her hand, her fingers folded into razor sharp claws. She swiped at my face, with an intention of scratching my face and damage it.

The good think was that I saw her attack coming, I raised my mop ready to defend myself. Just as Amber prepared to transform into her wolf and use it's strength against me, the restroom door was suddenly kicked open with great force.

Aamon Blackwood who happened to be my bully number two who also happened to be her twin brother burst into the restroom, his eyes flashing with anger. "Leave her alone!" he shouted, shoving me away from his sister.

Amber cowered behind her brother, her eyes still fixed on me with hatred. Aamon positioned himself between us, his broad shoulders shielding his pathetic sister from my gaze. Their family is full of nothing but assholes, I wonder if it wasn't a mistake the goddess did to make them come from an Alpha.

I crumpled to the ground, my head throbbing heavily. But before I could even process what was happening, a blur of motion appeared before me. Aamon's gaze was locked onto mine and his forest green eyes were like a stormy sea that seemed to soften and a strange, possessive glint appeared in them. He brought his head down and I let out a grasp as he placed his head at the crook of my neck and inhaled.

"You're mine," he growled under my skin. His growl sending shivers all over my body.

My eyes were about to pop out of their sockets . Did he just call me his?

"Mate.," Something animalistic growled through him.

"Haven, you're mine," he declared, his voice low and husky. "You're mate."

I was taken aback, shocked by his sudden claim. "No,I'm not your mate!" I protested, scrambling to my feet.

But the bastard just smiled, a confident smirk spreading across his face. "Oh, but you are," he said, his eyes burning with a dangerous intensity. "I can sense it. And I won't let anyone else have you."

Panting heavily, I picked up my glasses and put them on, ensuring my eye color was concealed once more. "I, Haven Alexandria III Lachlan Richmond, reject you Aamon Blackwood, of Crescent moon pack."

I glared at the siblings, giving them my deadly daggers, making sure they got the message that I was not a force to be reckoned with.

"You're both a bunch of idiots," I spat at them, before turning on my heel and storming out of the restroom.

* **

On my way home, I reached for my phone and texted to Eros, my online friend. She was one of my best fans, she was always among the first 5 people to comment on every chapter I posted. Her comments encouraged me so much, she made me learn to believe in my self.

"Eros, I've had the worst day ever," I typed, my thumbs flying across the screen. "Aamon, Ember's brother, just claimed me as his mate! I know it's another trap, just like Ryder. And to make matters worse, Aamon is friends with that asshole!"

I paused, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"I hate them, Eros! I fuckin hate them. I won't accept Aamon as my mate. I don't care if he's handsome or that he is soon to be heir of the Alpha title of one of the biggest packs in the universe. I won't fall for it again."

I hit send, feeling a mix of emotions, anger, fear, and determination run through my body. I wouldn't let myself be fooled again.

I took a deep breath, tossed my phone back into my bag pack, as Eros always replied late, she must have a really busy schedule which is why we usually talked at night.

But, there was no way I was ever going to back down. I was done being a pawn in their stupid games.

As I walked through the front door, my mom's eyes widened in concern. "Haven, what happened to you? You're covered in bruises!"

Oops! I had forgotten today her night shift started a bit late. I could have used the back door then came down after hiding my injuries with something but now it was too late.

I forced a smile, not wanting to worry her. "I'm fine, Mom. Just a little accident at school."

But her expression told me she wasn't buying it at all. She gently touched my cheek, her eyes filled with guilt. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. I feel like I'm failing you. If I were a better mom, you wouldn't have to suffer like this."

I interrupted her firmly, placing my own palms on her cheek, not wanting her to blame herself. "Mom, stop. You're an amazing mom. This has nothing to do with you."

She looked uncertain, but then a small smile appeared on her gorgeous face. My mom was a stunning woman, with a radiant presence that could light up a room. Her face was heart shaped, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her skin was a smooth like a baby's, her hair golden blonde cascading down her back in nice long waves, framing her face perfectly, Her eyes were a deep, soulful brown, filled with kindness and warmth. They sparkled with a gentle light, making me feel safe and loved whenever she looked at me.

But it was her smile that truly made her an angel. It was a gorgeous, bright smile that could light up even the darkest rooms. Her lips would curve upwards, revealing a hint of mischief and warmth, making me feel like everything was going to be okay. I guess this was the reason my Lycan dad couldn't help falling for this wonderful human.

"I've been dating someone lately. He's really nice and charming. I think you'll like him."

I was surprised since for the last 9 years dad was gone, I had never seen her even talk to any male but I was also happy for her. She was finally taking the baby steps to moving on. "That's great, Mom! I'm glad you're happy."

I thought that was all, so I grabbed my bag and started to climb the stairs to my room but then I heard her ask, "By the way, how are the Blackwood twins treating you? Are they nice to you?"

I hesitated, not wanting to think about Aamon's stupid claim. "They're.fine," I muttered, trying to brush it off.

Just then, my phone buzzed with a request for an update on my novel. "Mom, I have a lot of homework to do, can we talk about this later?" I said, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

My mom nodded understandingly, "Okay, love but you must have come down for dinner. Am making your favourite spaghetti and meatballs."

"Yayy!" I squealed, not wanting her to think I wasn't excited about the meal.

She came over and kissed me on the forehead, her lips warm and gentle. "I love you, sweetie. We'll talk later."

I smiled, feeling a mix of relief. "Love you too, Mom," I replied, hugging her briefly before heading to my room.

As I closed the door behind me, I felt a sense of relief. I could finally focus on my novel. I jumped into my personal workspace, opened my computer and smiled brightly at the sticker on my screen, "my desk, my rules" this always helped keep my mom away from touching my things.

I opened the comment section, scrolled through the comments. They were only getting worse.

"Everything about this story feels faked, who would wish to spend their money on this, trash."

Another comment said "Come to me, sweet heart, I'll give you something real to write about,"

My heart broke into a billion pieces all over again and Ember's words on the E board from a few days, echoed in my mind, "Haven, the most unsexy she wolf alive, that makes people least interested in sex."

Could she be right? Was I really that uninteresting?

So many things flooded my mind, Ryder's cruel humiliation, Aamon's sudden claim of me being his mate. And how I had kissed goodbye to the only way of losing my virginity and improve on my writing skills, I was so screwed.

"I'm so screwed. I'll never be good enough. I'll never be able to write something that people will like."

My mind was like a jumble of negative thoughts, each one feeding into the next. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of self doubt, unable to escape the crushing weight that just kept on getting heavier. I slumped back in my chair, feeling defeated.

I let out a depressed sigh, my frustration was at the boiling point now. I raked my fingers through my hair in frustration. Without thinking I opened my chat window with Eros. This was a habit I had developed over the past few months, whenever I was stressed, felt stuck or confused about something, I would seek her cormfort.

"Hey, Eros" I typed. "Am having the worst writer's block ever. Have you read the comments on my new book. My writing is terrible, they said it's faked. I feel like a total failure, right now." I hit send and waited for Eros's reply, I was anxious to get a reply, I really needed someone to talk to.

My friend contact list section was empty , all I had was Eros.

"Haven, relax," the response came in quick just as I wanted. "I read the comments too, they are pretty harsh, not nice at all. Am sorry if they are getting to you sweetheart?"

"Yeah! Those comments hurt pretty much. They said I don't know what am writing about, even one pervert suggested I go to them for sex. Am starting to have doubts about writing. Maybe I wasn't meant for this."

"Don't listen to them, I personally think your writing is unique, I like the way you use your imagination. It's pretty cool if you ask me."

Eros's words managed to make me smile amidst the rough situation I was in, her words always did that for me.

"I don't know, Eros, I think am going to die a virgin."

"I understand how you feel sweetheart," Eros sent, then another message popped on my screen following the first one. "But that doesn't mean you can't explore pleasure in other ways."

I rose an eyebrow, not quite understanding what Eros was saying. "What do you mean? Are there other ways to find pleasure besides having sex."

"Well, duh! Ofcourse. There are many ways. Have you ever considered using toys."

"Toys how? Infact my mom gave them all away to the orphanage last month"

My text was followed by laughing emojis. I wondered what I had said wrong that had made Eros laugh.

"Am not saying those kind of toys," she replied. "Am saying adult toys they are better than men." Her messege was followed by a link. "Check this out. It might help you understand what I mean."

I felt a blush rise to my cheeks after I clicked on the link. It showed various items which the women in the video called toys but they were unlike the toys I knew at all, the ones I used to play with when I was little.

A lot of women made testimonials about how amazing these so called toys were. There was even a short rushed clip on the advert about how they were used, the women were moaning like crazy, I definitely wanted to feel what they felt. I had to try it.

I couldn't believe that I was actually browsing a website for adult toys. My face burned with embarrassment, but I couldn't help feeling curious. Eros's words echoed in my mind, "Am going to place an order for you, so you won't have to worry about your mom finding out. Just say the word and I'll do it."

If this was really going to help with my writing then I had no choice but do it.

As I scrolled through the site, I saw various products that made me blush even harder.

I hesitated, my finger hovering over the the "Yes" I had written. What if someone found out? Most especially mom. She would murder me. What if I was making a mistake?

But then I remembered those awful comments. I took a deep breath, plus Eros was going to make the order on my behalf so mom will never find out about the toys. I bit my lip and sent the "Yes" to Eros.

I quickly closed my laptop, my heart racing. I still couldn't believe I had done it. I fell into my queen sized bed, decided to have some rest as I waited for the orders Eros was going to make for me.

It didn't take long before my delivery arrived. I rushed to my room, locked myself in, even though mom was at the hospital, my mom was a workaholic so I got plenty of alone time.

I unwrapped the delivery and took out what was known as a dildo according to the receipt I was given. I wasn't sure how to use this thing as Eros hadn't told me how, so I started by taking off my clothes. I lay down on my bed naked as I was born and put fingers into myself as I saw the women in the video do.

I picked up the toy from the floor and shoved it into my virgin hole. My whole body felt so excited. As my pussy got more and more used to it, I sat fully on it and swallowed up it's all size in me.

"goddd!" I moaned in pleasure, I had never felt this so good in my whole life.

As I rode my brand new toy, I found myself licking my fingers, lubing them up with my own spit.

I continued to bounce on this miracle worker, with my other hand, I was pinching and twisting my nipples until they became red and swollen. I never knew experimenting my pleasure would feel this good. I wish Eros had told me earlier.

I reached for the extra thank you for shopping with us gift, I wasn't sure how Eros got this, maybe she was a regular customer of theirs. The box I had taken it from, had the words vibrator on it. I was so ready to see how it vibrated.

The vibration was too much for me to handle, it slipped out of my hands and started to completely tear up my insides bringing me to what I think they call the highest peak (climax)

"Ahhhh," I moaned into the pillow, not wanting the neighbors to hear as they would immediately tell Mom about it.

"Ahhhh," this time it came out louder as I felt the a shockwave of ectasy and satisification go through my body. This was the best feeling ever.

After, I took out the toys from my cunt and it was flowing with my pussy juices. Just as I was about to get off the bed, to go have a shower, a gentle night breeze blew through my open window, My curtains fluttered open, and I looked up to find myself face to face with those breathtaking green eyes, they were like two emeralds glittering from his dark room, it was like they could see right through my soul, Aamon Blackwood!!!

My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met across the distance. I felt a wave of panic wash over me.

Had he seen everything? I tried to sit up, to cover myself, but it was too late.