Is there a slightest possibility that I’m asleep and dreaming, fantasizing about my step brother? No, it’s real. He lifts me in his strong muscular arms, I gently lean my hands on his moist chest for balance, the touch sends electrifying signals to my feminine parts, my knees weaken and I’m grateful when he lays me in the bed. But this is not all. His hands making their way under my clothes, they are clamping my tights, slowly moving closer to my core, now wet with sexual cravings. “I’ll turn this into something to die for!” He whispers in my ear, the sound of his sinful tone awakens desires. I don’t know how to stop, forcing me to leave behind any kind of moral value or prohibition. I just don’t care what is right or what is wrong anymore.