Stepbrother Weekend – Filthy Dirty Desires Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
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I want her.

Badly.

I want to defile her. I want to make her all dirty. I want to watch her lust take over that prudish look. I want to hear her slutty moans. I want to hear her begging for my cock.

Those fierce blue eyes dart up to mine and she gives me a frustrated look. I grin back.

Fuck, I’m in love.

I’m in lust.

I have to have her. She will be mine. She’s already fucking mine, she just doesn’t know it yet.

“Peaches is starting Princeton University in the fall,” Linda says proudly.

“Peaches?” I ask.

“We call Eleanor Peaches sometimes,” my father explains. “She eats one for breakfast every morning.”

She’s looking at me, cheeks blushing with embarrassment. Those eyes drop down to her plate when I grin at her.

“And what is Peaches studying?” I ask.

“She’s studying molecular biology,” her mother answers for her.

I’d like to study her biology. One night alone with Eleanor and I’d know every inch of her intimately.

The horrible thought of her on campus, surrounded by horny frat boys, makes me grip my fork so fucking hard that my knuckles burn.

A wave of possessive anger flows through me as I look at her. She’s so sweet and innocent. I don’t want her anywhere near a bunch of boys who will try to take what she’s kept safe and untouched for me.

She’s mine. I’m not sharing her with anyone.

A low growl rumbles out of my throat as I watch her with my obsession growing. It’s taking over me. It’s getting out of hand.

I’m not above stealing her away and tying her to my bed for all of next semester. I’ll keep her safe. I’ll keep her pure. I’ll keep her untouched by everyone but me.

“We’re so proud of our Peaches,” my father says as he gives her a warm smile. “Princeton is a tough Ivy League school to get into.”

Brains as well as beauty… This little ripe peach is full of surprises.

“I was thinking of moving,” I blurt out. “Maybe I’ll move near the campus. Keep an eye on our little peach.”

All three of them turn to me, but my eyes remain fixated on Eleanor.

“I don’t think Eleanor is going to want any family around,” my father quickly says. “College is a time for going out on your own and discovering yourself. It’s a time for adventure, meeting new people, and having new experiences.”

My jaw clenches as I imagine her having ‘new experiences’ with all of the new boys she’s going to meet. If I don’t get this thought out of my head soon, I’ll put my fist through a fucking wall.

“Maybe a friendly face nearby wouldn’t be so bad,” she says, blushing a little as she looks at me shyly.

My face wouldn’t be nearby. It would be on top of her, under her, buried between her legs…

“How about those skiing conditions?” Linda says, eager to change the subject. “We’re going to have some fun tomorrow!”

We all smile awkwardly as she begins rambling on about all of the trails on the mountain.

My mind drifts back to Eleanor and her ripe juicy peach. I wonder if she’s wet right now. I wonder how she smells.

My dick starts to ache as I picture undressing her and dragging my tongue up her warm naked skin. Fuck, the things I want to do to this girl…

To those plump juicy lips…

To those perky little tits…

To her hard round ass…

And to that soft tight peach I know is waiting for me to devour…

“How about after we finish these dishes, we slip into the hot tub out there?” I ask as I plunge a pan into the soapy water.

She’s drying the salad bowl and staring at me in disbelief. I love getting her like this—all flustered and pretending she doesn’t want it when we both know that she does.

“This is a ski trip,” she says in a short tight voice. “I didn’t bring my bathing suit.”

“Good,” I say with a grin. “Neither did I.”

She rips open the cupboard door, shoves the bowl in, and slams it closed.

“Something wrong, Peaches?”

She huffs out a breath and stands up straight, her back as stiff as a board as she glares at me.

“You’re inappropriate.”

“You’re sexy.”

“See, that’s what I’m talking about!” she says as she shoves her finger into my face. “We’re supposed to be brother and sister and you keep… you keep…”

“What?” I ask as I let go of the pan and step up to her, challenging her with my eyes to put everything out in the open—every dirty thought, every filthy desire, every primal urge.

She holds my gaze as she huffs out more angry breaths. “You keep running your dirty mouth!”

“You haven’t seen me run my dirty mouth. You haven’t felt it either.” I slowly lower my eyes down her body, admiring every tempting inch. “You’re not the only one who likes to devour peaches.”



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