IRRESITIBLY SINFUL (A compilation of short erotic stories)

Aurora's POV

"Finally, you decided to come home."

That was the first thing my mother said when she opened the door.

"Welcome home, darling."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Three years in LA, and she still knew exactly how to make "welcome home" sound like an accusation.

"Hi, Mom." I kissed her cheek and dragged my suitcase into the living room.

The house looked the same. It smelled like lavender, her favorite air freshener, and everything felt frozen in time. Same beige couches. Same family photos on the mantel, though now a few unfamiliar faces had been added. People I was still learning to call family.

"How's LA?" she asked, closing the door behind me.

"Good." I exhaled, already tired.

My gaze drifted past her and landed on my stepfather, leaning against the kitchen doorway with a mug of coffee in hand.

"Hey, Aurora." He lifted his cup. "Good to have you around."

"Thanks." I nodded, smiling politely, my attention already sliding past him, toward the kitchen, the hallway, the stairs.

Toward the real reason I'd agreed to come home for Thanksgiving instead of staying in my cramped studio with Thai takeout and Netflix.

Albert.

We hadn't seen each other since our parents got married. He'd been in college then. I'd been a brace-faced, awkward teenager. We'd never been close. Just stiff family dinners and polite holiday small talk.

This was the first time we'd be under the same roof for days.

The first time I wouldn't be that gangly teenager he barely noticed.

"Where's Albert?" I asked, trying to sound casual as my mom headed toward the kitchen.

"I'm over here."

My stomach dropped.

I turned and suddenly the air felt thinner.

Albert stepped inside, closing the front door behind him, and whatever version of him I'd kept in my memory didn't come close to this. He'd always been good-looking in that effortless way some men are, but now, now it was something else entirely.

His dark hair was longer, brushing his forehead. His shoulders were broader, his frame solid beneath a simple grey henley that fit him far too well. When his eyes met mine, those silver-grey eyes I'd thought I'd exaggerated over the years my throat went dry.

I hadn't exaggerated anything.

"Albert." I managed to keep my voice steady as I hugged him, telling myself this was normal. Casual. Definitely not an excuse to feel the warmth of him, the strength in his arms.

"Aurora." He smiled, and something dangerous fluttered in my chest. "It's good to see you."

His arms wrapped around me, and Jesus, he was so solid. I could feel the definition of his chest through his shirt, smell whatever cologne he was wearing, something woodsy and clean that made me want to bury my face in his neck. I lingered maybe half a second too long before catching myself.

Pull it together, Aurora.

"How's work?" he asked, his hands sliding to my shoulders as he stepped back. His thumbs brushed my collarbones before he let go, and my pulse skipped.

"Hectic," I said, forcing myself not to stare. "But good. You?"

"Good." His gaze flicked to my suitcase. "Let me take this up for you."

"Yes, please," my mom cut in. "You should've seen her wrestling with it at the door."

"Mom!" Heat rushed to my face.

"What?" She smiled innocently, too innocently.

"Cut her some slack," my stepfather said. "She's exhausted."

I flashed him a grateful thumbs-up and headed for the stairs.

By the time I reached my room, Albert had already set the suitcase down and was headed out. We met in the doorway, that narrow space where two people really shouldn't try to pass at the same time but always do anyway.

I wasn't paying attention. Or maybe I was paying too much attention to the way his forearm flexed as he gripped the doorframe. Either way, I walked straight into his chest.

The impact wasn't hard, but it was enough to send me stumbling backward. My foot caught on absolutely nothing, and suddenly I was falling, my butt hitting the floor with an ungraceful thud.

"Aurora!" He was on his knees beside me in an instant, his hands reaching for mine. "Are you okay?"

I should have just said yes or laughed it off. Instead, I pressed my hand to my forehead with what I hoped looked like genuine pain rather than theatrical deflection from my complete lack of coordination.

"Yes," I said, not moving.

"Are you sure?" His voice dropped, softer, and that somehow made it worse.

I looked up, and he was closer than I expected. Close enough to see the darker ring around his irises. The small scar above his brow I'd never noticed before. Our hands were still touching, his warm and steady, mine clammy.

The moment stretched.

Then his fingers brushed my temple, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

I stopped breathing.

"I'm glad to see you again," he said quietly. "It's been a long time."

"Me too," I whispered.

His gaze dropped to my lips.

My heart stopped. Then started again at triple speed.

Albert was looking at my mouth in a way that stepbrothers definitely should not look at stepsister's mouths. In a way that made heat pool low in my belly and made me wonder what would happen if I just leaned forward six inches and-

He looked away.

Just like that, the moment shattered. He cleared his throat and stood, offering me his hand to help me up. When I took it, he pulled me to my feet with easy strength that really wasn't helping my situation.

"I'll be downstairs if you need anything," he said, his tone light and Normal again.

Had I imagined it?

"Okay," I replied.

He reached out and ruffled my hair like I was twelve years old.

"I'm not a kid," I protested, swatting his hand away. "I'm twenty-four."

"I know." He flashed me a grin that was pure trouble, then had the audacity to wink before disappearing toward the staircase.

I stood there long after he'd gone, my pulse still racing and my hand instinctively moving to smooth down my hair where he'd messed it up.

Stop overthinking, I told myself. He's your stepbrother. He probably looks at everyone's lips when they talk. It doesn't mean anything.

My body disagreed.

I walked into my room and closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment. The room was exactly as I'd left it, same pink walls, same white furniture, same framed photos from high school. Mom had kept it pristine, like a shrine to the daughter who'd fled to LA the moment she could.

Finally, I dragged myself up and headed toward the bathroom, peeling off my travel clothes as I went, jeans on the floor by the bed, shirt draped over my desk chair, socks kicked somewhere into the corner. The trail of discarded clothing marked my path like breadcrumbs.

I turned the shower on hot and let the water soak the tension from my muscles. I stayed until the mirror fogged and my fingers wrinkled.

When I stepped out, I wrapped my hair in a towel and tied my robe around my body. The fabric clung to my damp skin as I opened the door-

And froze.

Albert leaned against my doorframe, arms crossed, one ankle hooked casually over the other.

How long had he been standing there?

His eyes swept over me, my flushed cheeks, bare legs, the robe that suddenly felt far too thin.

"Albert," I squeaked. "What are you doing here?"

My hand instinctively clutched the collar of my robe tightier.

He didn't answer right away.

He just looked at me.

And in that moment, I knew, whatever was happening between us, whatever spark had ignited downstairs, it was real.

And it was about to make everything very complicated.

Albert's POV

Seeing her standing there in that bathrobe, hair damp and little droplets of water still clinging to her lashes, I had to discreetly swallow.

She was my stepsister. I shouldn't be looking at her like this, shouldn't be noticing how the white cotton clung to curves that definitely hadn't been there three years ago, shouldn't be cataloging the way her wet hair made her neck look longer, more vulnerable.

But I couldn't help it.

"Your mom and my dad went out to visit a friend." I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to look casual. "They won't be back till nighttime."

Her gaze shifted to the wall clock. It was still early afternoon, hours and hours before anyone would come home.

"Okay," she replied with a nod, and I watched her hand loosen slightly around her collar.

Don't stare. Stop staring.

But my eyes had a mind of their own, tracing down the column of her throat, the shape of her collarbones visible above the robe's edge, the bare legs that seemed to go on forever. When had she gotten so...

I forced my gaze back to her face.

"Is there something else?" She asked, and there was something in her tone-expectation, maybe? Challenge?

I should leave. Should turn around and walk out and pretend I hadn't noticed the way her breathing had changed, hadn't seen that look in the hallway earlier when our eyes locked.

But I'd been thinking about this moment for three years. Since that last Christmas when she'd hugged me goodbye before leaving for LA, and I'd realized with sudden, uncomfortable clarity that I didn't think of her as a sister at all.

And now she was here. And we were alone.

I pushed away from the doorframe and took a step toward her.

She moved back instinctively, her chest rising and falling faster now.

"What's going on?" She asked, arching an eyebrow like she was trying to maintain control of the situation. But I'd seen the way she looked at me downstairs. The way she'd lingered in that hug just a second too long.

Her back hit the wall beside her bathroom. Nowhere left to retreat.

"Mom said I should take care of you." I was standing very close to her and staring down at the swell of her breasts from the top of her robe. I reached out and trailed my hand down her neck, through the center of the great until I pulled the string holding the robe together.

"Stop." She whispered but her expression betrayed her.

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Why? Give me one good reason and I might."

I bit the curve of her neck, and she threw her head back.

"Because... ahhh..." she moaned. "This is wrong."

"Says who?" I tugged the string, and the robe fell open, leaving her completely bare before me.

I stepped back slowly, staring at her body.

Shit.

How had I never noticed she was this sexy? Her breasts were full and soft, hard with desire.

"Albert," she whispered, tugging the robe from her shoulder until it pooled at her feet.

"Say you want me," I murmured, my eyes half-lidded as I grabbed her breast, rubbing her nipples in slow circles.

"Yes." She nodded. "I want you. I fucking want you, Albert."

My finger trailed down her stomach while my lips circled the other peak of her breast, taking it into my mouth.

"Al-bert," she whimpered as my fingers found her wet clit.

"Ahhh," I groaned, her nipple still in my mouth. "You're so fucking wet."

I lifted my mouth from her nipple to kiss her, tasting her lips as our tongues tangled.

She moaned harder as my two fingers dug into her.

"Yesss. Albertttt," she whimpered, throwing her head back and clinging to me like she'd fall if I let her go.

I could feel the warmth of her p***y as my fingers slid in and out. She was soaked, spreading her legs wide.

"Fuck," I growled, feeling like my manh**d would burst out of my shorts.

"C'mon. Feel it." I brought her hand down to my erection, and she wrapped her fingers around it.

"It's so big," she gasped, fumbling with my belt using one hand.

"Yes. Just for you."

I stepped back, allowing her to unbuckle my belt. She did it hurriedly, pulling it down along with my boxers.

My hard d**k sprang free like it had been caged for far too long.

Staring at me, she spat into her palm and wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly.

"Shit." I gripped her hair as she took it in her mouth, inch by inch until it was all in her mouth.

"Ahhh..." I growled. "You're so sweet, little sister. Suck that big daddy."

She began to push it in and out of her mouth, letting the saliva mix with what he was doing.

"yes. Faster." I gripped her hair harder and began to thrust in her mouth.

She rubbed her clit with er free hand while her other hand held my d**k, letting it follow with the way her mouth sucked me.

"You're going to make me cum...." I thrust harder, feeling her throat.

It felt so good

She was so fucking good.

No one had given me such sweet blow job.

Just as I reached the ripples of my release, we heard her mom's voice from downstairs.

"Aurora, do you know where Albert is? I need him to do something for me."

Aurora's POV

The moment I heard my mom's voice, my heart leaped into my throat.

Shit.

When did she return?

"Thought you said she went out with your dad?" I instantly pulled away from him.

"She did," Albert said, nodding too fast as he scrambled to pull up his trousers.

"Aurora?" My mother's voice was closer now, just right outside my door.

Panic surged through me. She couldn't see Albert here. She'd lose her mind. She'd think all the negative thoughts thinkable.

"Go." I whispered urgently as I stood, reaching for my bathrobe. "Inside the bathroom."

"What?" He froze, eyes wide.

"Now." I hissed.

He didn't argue. He tiptoed into the bathroom just as I shrugged into the robe. My fingers fumbled with the tie. Just as I managed to knot it, the door to my room swung open.

"Mom." I stood stiffly, forcing a smile. "Hi."

My heart was pounding so loud I was afraid she might hear it.

Her eyes swept over me, then the room, brows arching with suspicion.

"Where's Albert?"

"Ummm..." My mind scrambled. "He went out."

"But his bike is still outside." She frowned, folding her arms across her chest.

Fuck.

One more lie and she'd suspect, if she wasn't suspecting already.

Think. Think.

"His friends came by..." I said quickly. "And they all went to the basketball court together."

The words tasted wrong as soon as they left my mouth.

Would she buy it?

"Oh." She nodded slowly, but her eyes kept scanning my room like she was searching for evidence.

My palms were sweating. Did she hear something? See something out of place?

"What about Tony?" I asked, grasping for distraction.

She gave me a look. "He's your father, Aurora."

Stepfather. I screamed in my mind.

"Right. Father." I forced the word out, painfully aware that Albert was a thin wall away, probably hearing every syllable.

"Are you okay?" She took a step closer, studying my face. "You're acting weird."

"Yeah. I'm fine." I tried to keep my voice steady. "Just tired. I need to rest. That's all."

Please leave. Please just leave.

She watched me another second, then sighed.

"Okay. I came back home to ask Albert something. Your dad got a call from work."

"Sorry about that."

"I'll be heading back out. I'm going to visit Mrs. Rory and then the grocery store." She moved toward the door, then paused. "You sure you're alright?"

"Completely fine, Mom."

"Okay. Take care. I'll be back before it gets dark."

I held my breath until I heard her footsteps fade down the hallway. Then the front door closing. Then her car starting in the driveway.

Only when the sound of her engine disappeared did I finally let out a loud breath.

I waited another minute, just to be safe, before opening the bathroom door. Albert stood there, eyes wide, shoulders tense.

"That was too close," he whispered.

"Way too close." My hands were still shaking from the adrenaline.

He noticed. He always did.

He took my hands in his, grounding me. "Hey," he murmured. "It's okay."

His other hand rose to my cheek, warm and steady. Before I could think, he leaned in and kissed me again.

I didn't stop him. I melted into it, my fingers sliding up around his neck, my body still humming with fear and relief and something reckless.

We should've stopped. Mom almost catching us should've been enough.

But it wasn't.

He was too irresistible.

And in that moment, all I knew was that I wanted him.

All of him.

I pulled back slightly and trailed a finger down his chest.

"Tell me to stop," I whispered, grinding against him. I knew he had no second thoughts but I wanted to be sure he didn't.

"Never." He murmured, pulling me back into the kiss. I felt him harder under me as his hands gripped my hips.

He pulled back and his silver grey eyes that were half lidded with desire locked onto mine.

"You're making it fucking hard for me to resist you."

"Then don't." I bit my lower lip.

He licked at my throat and sucked softly right under my ear.

"Fuck." I purred as he began to rock slightly, gripping my hips tighter.

"I'm going to fuck you till you beg me to stop," he growled, flipping me so my back faced him. He loosened the knot of my robe and caressed my breasts from behind.

"I dare you," I challenged, looking over my shoulder with a half-smile on my face.

He pulled the robe from my shoulders, and it fell to my feet.

"Are you sure?" He kissed my shoulder while his hands caressed my breasts, my stomach, and lower.

"Uh-huh," I replied, rubbing my butt against the bulge of his trousers.

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

He walked a finger down my back, goosebumps prickling across my skin, then his hand came down hard against my ass.

The sound startled me more than the sting. A breathless laugh slipped out before I could stop it, my skin burning where he'd touched.

He made me bend, my hips facing him in a standing doggy-style position.

"Pretty little cunt." He murmured as his fingers rubbed my wet pussy

"It feels so good," I moaned, turning my face slightly to the side."

His fingers dug into my entrance and I moaned louder.

"Albert-oh-my...fuck."

I couldn't control myself. The way his fingers moved in and out of me, God. I wanted him to fuck me so badly.

"Yes. Scream my name baby," he increased this pace as the sloppy sound filled the room.

"Albert...what are you doing to me?" I whimpered.

His free hand gripped my hair as his other hand fucked me.

He finally pulled his fingers out and licked them like it was ice cream.

"Yummy. You taste so sweet."

"Give me more." I begged.

He dropped to his knees, facing my ass. His hands pinned my hips and he buried his tongue in my pussy.

I completely shattered at that moment.

It had been so long since I'd last been sucked, I almost forgot the feeling.

"Oh-my-God...you're so fucking good..." I cried.

He licked me slowly, his tongue flat, the teasing in circles right where I needed.

I tightened my grip on my knees as I felt the warmth of his tongue inside me. I couldn't think. Couldn't even breathe.

He was stealing my breath away.

"Please...don't stop..."

He sucked on my clit, tongue dipping inside and out of me like he was tongue fucking me.

I closed my eyes and I swear to God, I saw stars.

It was only a matter of seconds before my orgasm spilled out like a tap left on.

I tried to pull away but he held me firmly.

"Do it baby." He ordered, moving his tongue deeper inside me.

"FUCKKK...." I cried out and my juices came pouring out into his mouth.

He licked every drop like it was the best thing he had ever tasted.