«I Can't Control Myself #5» by Roxi Harding

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks. She nods, looking into his eyes. “Yes,” she breathes. “I don't want to wait anymore. I want you.”

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Trevor looks around his 18-year old stepsister's room, humming a song he heard earlier on the radio to himself. Paris's in the next room trying on some clothes she wanted to show him. He, honestly, can't wait.

Paris finally walks out. Trevor looks at her as she spins on the spot.

“Well?” she asks. “What do you think? How does it compare to the others?”

Trevor nods as he looks his little sister up and down.

“I think this is the best one yet,” he says to her. She gives him a smile.

Ever since Paris turned 18 she knew she had to grow up. She had to become mature. But Paris isn't mature. Deep down, she's just a little brat who wants what she wants and won't stop until she gets it.

And what does she want right now? Right now she wants Trevor, her stepbrother. Trevor, that seriously hot man. He's all she can think about. Even though she's a virgin, she can't stop thinking about having him pin her down and just bang the living shit out of her until he finally fills her completely.

“What did you say we're having for dinner?” Paris asks, walking up to her stepbrother.

“Well, what do you want to eat?” he asks her. She stops in front of him, so close he can smell her.

“I don't know,” she says. She looks up into his eyes. “What do you want to eat?”

Trevor has to swallow. Paris's looking up at him, and she won't look away.

Okay. Take a deep breath. Just calm down.

But Trevor can't calm down. And no matter how many deep breaths he takes, Paris is still there. She's always there…she's always been there. It's just not until right now that he realizes how incredible she looks, and how much he truly wants to bang her.

He wonders if she feels the same way too.

With Trevor so close to her, Paris can't help but think about what it would be like to feel his shaft grow in her hand, feel him get hard and then to enter her, to take her virginity and…

Paris looks at her stepbrother, admiring his body, his chiseled muscles. And down below…his manhood.

“Trevor?” she asks him, and Trevor just keeps looking at his stepsister. “Can I tell you something?”

Trevor doesn't say anything. He only nods. Paris has to swallow to clear her throat.

“Well,” she says. «I don't want you to thing I'm weird or anything. But I…I can't stop thinking about you…being inside of me.”

Trevor sucks a deep breath in through his nose. Paris looks up at him, feeling nervous, feeling scared of what she just confessed. But more than that, feeling ready.

She sees his chest expand and contract as he inhales, but he doesn't say anything. Her heart is pounding in her chest. Suddenly, he reaches down and grabs onto Paris's wrist, pulling her towards him. All of a sudden Paris feels his body against hers and his hard length is pressing right into her stomach. In a swift movement he drops down and plants his lips onto hers, and Paris moans, letting his tongue enter her mouth, tasting him as her mind soars.