Desiring My Step Brother

"PLEASE, Fabius, this is wrong. We are siblings," Ingrid uttered as Fabius was kissing her neck. She held onto his shoulder tightly, trying to push him away due to the sensation caused by his tongue and lips on her skin. It was almost two in the early morning, and Ingrid had just finished her schoolwork. She was beginning to feel sleepy and was about to drift off when to her surprise, the door to her room suddenly opened, and the intoxicated Fabius entered. He had just arrived from the club, his strong alcohol scent unmistakable. He immediately kissed her. "There's nothing wrong with what we're doing. We both desire each other. Why should we stop?" his baritone voice whispered as he slid a hand inside her nightie, squeezing her breast. She gasped! It was the first time someone had touched her chest like that, and she didn't expect the sensation. "Daddy will be furious if he finds out about this! So please! Stop kissing me!" She pushed Fabius with all her might. Suddenly, he raised both her hands and pinned them above her head with just one hand. Fabius was overpowering, and she couldn't resist him. "Come on, Ingrid. I know you want this too. And Daddy won't find out. We won't tell him," Fabius murmured as he licked her neck. Afterward, his lips moved to her jaw and eventually landed on her lips. She pressed her lips together. "No! We are siblings! So even if he doesn't find out, this is still wrong!" she exclaimed. She tried to prevent things from escalating by appealing to her rational side before she succumbed to the heat in her body and the actions of Fabius. "Siblings?" Fabius mused while looking into her eyes. Some say that both Ingrid and Fabius have beautiful eyes. They both have blue eyes, but theirs are different. Ingrid has grey-blue eyes, while Fabius's eyes seem like an endless ocean. Ingrid finds Fabius's eyes captivating because they appear calm and unreadable, exuding a sense of coolness that she admires. She wasn't sure if it was because of his eyes or if he was just skilled at hiding his feelings. "I have never considered you a sibling, Ingrid. Your mom ruined the relationship between my mom and dad. So how can I see you as a sibling?" he emphasized. Ingrid looked away. She could feel that Fabius didn't like her. He was so distant and ignored her. He spoke to her only in front of their parents. When they were alone, it was as if she was invisible to him. And she understood why. He didn't like her because she was the daughter of his mother. "And I know you have desires for me too! I can see the desire in your eyes," he said before kissing her again. She would admit it, Fabius was right. They both desired each other, but she couldn't acknowledge those feelings. Even though he didn't see her as a sibling, that was how she saw him. Fabian Iglesias, Fabius Iglesias's father, was the man she grew up believing was her father, as that's what her mom, Irene Scott said. She had always thought Fabian Iglesias as her father. However, the truth revealed that her real father was someone else, a person she had yet to meet at the age of twenty. Since she was a child, she was under the care of her Daddy Fabian, who had imprisoned her mother when she was a child. Her mother was the mastermind behind the scheme of putting drugs in Daddy Fabian's coffee. This caused the rift between Mommy Regina and Daddy Fabian, leading to their separation. Her mother's actions led to her imprisonment, leaving Ingrid without a family. Daddy Fabian loved her, so he took her in. "Come on, Ingrid. Give in. Kiss me back. Playing hard to get is outdated. You should be grateful I'm giving you attention..." he said in an arrogant tone, lifting the hem of her nightie to reveal her chest and panties. She gasped and bit her lip as she felt him suck on her n****e. "Ahh!" she couldn't help but moan. His words sounded arrogant, but there was truth in them. It all started with her. He once caught her pleasuring herself accidentally leaving the door to her room open. Just as Fabius passed by, he saw her playing with herself while repeatedly calling his name. She desired her stepbrother even though she knew it was wrong. After all, who wouldn't be attracted to a Fabius Iglesias? Why not, though? He was popular at the university, standing tall at 6'3". He was undeniably handsome, with blue eyes that resembled hers, long eyelashes, a well-defined nose, and luscious lips. Rumors circulated among his past flings about his exceptional skills in kissing, and rumored to be a heartthrob skilled at pleasing women in bed. He also served as the football team's captain and was intelligent. He seemed to have it all. Despite being a walking red flag due to his numerous flings, many were still enchanted by him. He was chased after by women, and admired by many. And Ingrid was one of them, even though she knew it was forbidden. "See? You like my touches. You like my kisses," he said as he alternated between kissing and sucking on her n*****s. She stared at Fabius as his lips and tongue played with her breasts. She hadn't expected him to be in her room, both of them on the bed, with him on top of her pleasuring her. And she never imagined that the man desired by almost all the women at the university would also take an interest in her. "You like it?" he asked while suckling her right n****e and teasing her left breast with his hand. Ingrid sighed. Fabius's actions were tantalizing and ticklish. There was a sensation that stirred her femininity. "This is wrong," she said instead of answering him. His lips curved into a smirk. "You're enjoying this, and yet you still say it's wrong?" And ladies and gentlemen, Fabius Iglesias was truly blunt. She averted her gaze and closed her eyes. She couldn't do anything. His hands held hers, and half of her body was exposed. What other reason did she have to stop Fabius? Her body was heating up. She was on the verge of giving in. "When I make you feel the true pleasure, you won't think what we're doing is wrong," Fabius stated. With that, he parted her legs and slid off her panties, touching her intimately without hesitation. "F-Fabius..." She bit her lower lip, fearing her moans might be heard outside. The rooms in the mansion were not soundproof, except for her parents' room. Fabius grinned at her. In an instant, she felt his finger enter her intimately while he continued to suck on her n****e. "P-please..." She tried to break free from Fabian's grip on her hand. She felt a surge of pleasure as she felt his finger inside her. "So tight. Are you a virgin?" he asked as he slowly moved his finger in and out. He even touched her c******s, causing her to lose control. She arched her back, closed her eyes, and parted her lips. "Ahh!" "Shh! Such a kitten. You're loud in bed. And as much as I want to hear your moans, I can't..." she heard him whisper as he covered her mouth with his hand, freeing her other hand to cover her own mouth. Fabius refocused his attention on her intimacy. "I'm inserting another finger," he said, adding another finger that moved in and out of her. He slid off her panties although she still had her nightie and panties on, rendering them useless as her body was now exposed. She lay naked on the bed with Fabius positioned between her legs. "f**k! So tight! And I wonder how it feels inside your pussy..." He gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on his two fingers moving in and out of her. "So wet. See? Is this what you don't want to feel, Ingrid? Are you denying yourself the pleasure I can give you?" Fabius asked. But she could only respond with muffled moans from the sensations he was inducing in her. Truth be told, she couldn't think straight. Her head tossed back and forth on the bed, her back arched. And as Fabius finally removed her panties, a surge of desire coursed through her. He further spread her legs, fully exposing her intimacy to him. "You're so beautiful down here!" Fabius couldn't look away. His eyes reflected desire and passion. And what was once a slow and gentle movement of his finger inside her now intensified. "Gosh! Ahh! Don't stop," she moaned. She heard his soft laughter. "Am I right in hearing that? You don't want me to stop now?" "Shut up! Just let me reach my climax!" she firmly replied. Ingrid was already in pleasure. She could feel the tingling sensation in her belly leading to her intimacy. It was driving her crazy. This was how it felt when someone else brought pleasure to her. It was more enjoyable and enticing compared to when she pleasured herself. Fabian chuckled lightly. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Each of her moans was suppressed by his kisses. "I-I'm near," she whispered between their kisses. Fabius then rose and knelt back down in front of her. While his two fingers moved inside her, he also gently rubbed her c******s. "Ahh! s**t! That's right, Fabius. Don't stop! s**t!" she repeatedly exclaimed. Her pupils dilated because of the sensation he was giving her. Ingrid was thoroughly enjoying it when he suddenly stopped. "Why did you stop?" she asked with a furrowed brow. "Tell me this is wrong," he said to her. "Fabius..." She let out a breath. "Continue. Don't leave me hanging!" she added, reaching for his hand and guiding it to her intimacy. "I guess that's your answer to my question," he said with a smirk. After that, he inserted his two fingers into her intimacy again. "Ahh!" She closed her eyes. She felt Fabius hovering over her again as he kissed her. "You have kissable lips. And I always wonder what your lips tasted like from before..." he said while they kissed. She stared at Fabius. "Do you desire me?" He slightly moved away from her. "Anyone would desire their sexy and hot step-sister," he said, causing her to freeze once again. There was not enough time for Ingrid to process what Fabius said as he immediately kissed her again, and she felt his fingers swiftly moving in and out inside her intimate area. During those moments, all she could do was moan. Ingrid couldn't control herself anymore. Her moans grew louder with each touch. "More, Fabius—why did you stop?" She opened her eyes as Fabius abruptly ceased his actions and left her. "Why did you stop?" she furrowed her brow, especially noticing his departure from the bed. "Get dressed. Dad is knocking!" he whispered and hastily entered the bathroom. "Sweetheart, Ingrid. Are you still up?" She heard her Daddy Fabian's voice from the door. Even though the door was locked, Regina panicked and searched for her nightie, which Fabius had removed. "Ingrid?" "D-Dad?" she stammered and quickly approached the door, slightly opening it. "Yes, Daddy? W-why are you still awake? It's already late at night..." "I'm just checking on you. Perhaps you're still up. Stop studying, sweetheart. It's already late..." She averted her gaze. "Y-yes, daddy." She couldn't bear to look at him. Suddenly, she felt guilty for what she and Fabius had done.