Coffee.The scent invades my nostrils, but I'm pretty sure it's from the grounds in front of me.I have to concentrate.I have to think past the obvious.
Aftershave.Generic.Nothing special about it that I can tell.Fuck.
Tobacco.Going deeper, I pick up on the smoky scent.Is he a smoker?Or is this part of his natural smell?
Spice.Not one that I can identify.It's spicy like ginger, but it's not that.It's unidentifiable.
Arousal.Fuck.That one's me.Probably because I’m still wet from touching myself in the shower.Or worse, it’s my body responding to being manhandled even though I'm terrified.Oh God.Can he smell it?Can he smell the effect he's having on me?Can he tell I just got off and I'm still slick and ready?
Shit.Shit.Shit.This isn't good.This is not good.
"Easy there, Little Lily," a familiar deep voice breathes against my ear."I'm not gonna hurt you."
Chapter5
Nate
I don't knowwhat the fuck I'm doing holding Lila's slim form in my grasp.Her body molds perfectly to mine.All woman, as opposed to the kid I remember leaving behind to start my military career.
Instead of gangly limbs and awkward angles, her ass presses into me, round and inviting, soft and perfectly shaped, fitting against my cock like she was made for it.Her chest heaves with each breath, causing the underside of her breasts to brush against my arm with each short, punctuated inhale.Each illicit touch sends sparks straight to my groin.
When did this happen?When did she fill out like this?
My body burns as I hold on to her, my mind drifting where it shouldn't.What started out as a harmless prank quickly turns into something else entirely.This is wrong.Inappropriate.I'm her fucking stepbrother.
I shouldn't notice how she feels in my arms as if she's made for me.I shouldn't notice how warm and inviting she feels.How perfect.How I want nothing more than to bury my face in her neck and drink in her scent.To bite down on that tender flesh and mark her, claim her, make her mine.Or worse, go down much lower where her short pajama bottoms barely cover her.
Are they actually that short though?Or are they perfectly fine and I'm just the pervert who wants to slip them down and devour her, to drink in the scent wafting from her body, to spread her thighs wide and tongue-fuck her pussy until she's sobbing and begging.God, what is wrong with me.What the actual fuck is wrong with me.
But then, it's not like I've seen her in several years.She's grown up without me, become a woman while I was away.If only she had stayed that odd kid, the one who followed me around and bothered me with insane, curious questions.
Unfortunately, that's not what happened.She's like a stranger to me, a woman I'd take back to my room and fuck if she weren't my stepsister.A woman I'd bend over the nearest surface and rut into until she screams.But she is my stepsister.
Forbidden.
Taboo.
Off-fucking-limits.
Then why can't I let go of her?Why do I continue to clutch her to me like I'm a drowning man and she's my life raft?With each passing moment, I become more aware of her body against mine.
She's stiff in my arms with a sharp hint of fear permeating the room.Underneath that, however, the soft, honeyed scent of her arousal floods my nose until it's all I can think about.Sweet and intoxicating, it makes my mouth water and my cock throb.Each breath is laced with it.I'm consumed, ravenous, desperate.God.I must be more jet-lagged than I thought for her to be having this much effect on me.That, or I'm far more exhausted from travel than I realize.
It's not normal for my control to slip like this.What I need is a cold shower and a long nap.Between jet lag and driving from Aurora all the way to Grand Junction on just a few hours of sleep on the plane, it must all be catching up with me.
But what makes all of this worse is that I don't think she's aware of her body's reaction.Does she even realize it?Does she understand how she's responding to me?How wet she must be right now, slick probably soaking through those thin shorts.It's an odd response to the sort of danger I pose.But then again, who can rightfully say what the body does when it goes into survival mode?
With all my years working with EOD and chemical warfare, I've smelled my fair share of scents.There's been the acrid stench of fear, the mellow scent of despondency, the alluring scent of arousal, and the sharp spice of anger.All of them are different.All of them are valid.
It must just be her system's way of coping.Taking a deep breath, I do my best to tamp it all down and ignore my own response to her scent.Tragically, it's as if she's every delectable forbidden fruit I can imagine, all coated in rich, raw honey.Even now, my mouth waters as my cock hardens behind her, nestled in the crack of her ass, thick and insistent, pressing right where I could slide inside if I just pulled those shorts down.
Does she feel it?Does she understand the effect she's having on me?Does she know how hard I am, how badly I want to grind against her until I come in my pants like a fucking teenager?Nothing in her body shifts as I continue to keep my arm loosely around her waist.Maybe she's still too innocent to understand.
Wrong fucking thing to think.My balls draw up nearly to the point of pain as I let her go and pull away.As she turns, I note the defiant quirk to her lips as she plants her hands on her hips and glares at me.
"You idiot," she seethes."You fucking scared me.Do you want to wake up Dad and Linda?"Turning, she shakes her head and mumbles under her breath."Hell.I just wanted a fucking cup of coffee in peace.Looks like that's not going to happen now."
I let out my breath in a hard whoosh.Based on her response, I guess it's safe to say she had no idea the danger she was truly in, or the battle that raged in my mind.Far more innocent than I imagined.That, or she's the shrewdest little charlatan I've ever had the displeasure of coming across.
