Your Forbidden Wildest Desires (Erotica Collection)

~Three

"I still regret not collecting your contact. I missed you for months. I swore if I ever saw you again... I was going to fully have you to myself and finish what we started that night."

His voice echoed in my head, and my traitorous heart agreed with every word.

His hand felt firm on my waist, just above my ass, as he pulled me closer. Then his lips crashed onto mine.

What the hell was he thinking? Was he crazy? We were step-siblings now.

It felt wrong. But I couldn't lie the kiss felt really good. It felt just right. Perfect, even.

I didn't return the kiss at first. I held myself rigid as he sucked on my lips, as his tongue slid along the seam of my mouth, coaxing me to open for him.

His hand moved down and grabbed my ass, slowly at first, then harder. My breasts pressed against his bare chest, and I could feel my n*****s hardening. Every bit of heat between us intensified, threatening to burn me alive.

‘f**k it. You want this, Florence. Let him in.’

With that thought, I gave him access. He took the opportunity immediately, his tongue exploring my mouth like he was trying to memorize every inch of it.

I wanted to kiss him back so badly. My hands were already moving to wrap around his neck when my fingers brushed against his d**k, which was growing harder by the second.

‘Snap out of it, Florence! Are you crazy?’

I jerked back, breaking the kiss and stepping to the side to escape his grasp.

My hand flew up before I could stop it, and I slapped him hard.

The slap sounded so loud that I couldn't believe it.

Tyler's head snapped to the side. For a moment, he just stood there, frozen. Then slowly—too slowly—he turned back to face me.

"You can leave now," He wasn't smiling again, his facial expressions had become serious.

"Tyler, I—"

"Leave."

I turned and walked hurriedly from his room, slamming the door behind me.

My hands were shaking. My whole body was shaking.

Who was I really angry at? Him? Or myself?

Did I really have to slap him? The guilt crashed over me in waves. Maybe I'd gone too far. The look in his eyes was not good.

My chest was pounding so hard I thought I might be sick. I couldn't sort through what I was feeling. What I did know was that I had to stay as far away from him as possible and let these dangerous feelings fade.

But how was that possible when we were living in the same house? When his room was directly across from mine?

I got to my room and shut the door, then fell back against it. My hand pressed to my chest, fingers trembling. My heart was racing so fast I could feel my pulse in my throat, in my fingertips, everywhere.

I closed my eyes and it turned out to be a mistake. My mind was replaying the kiss. The way his mouth felt on mine was amazing. His hands were on my body, gripping me tightly.

"Gosh!" I ran to my bed, screaming into the sheets and covering my head with the pillow trying to scramble the thoughts in my head.

My holiday was supposed to be fun. This was torture.

This wasn't a blessing, universe!

I wanted to be with him. To be close to him. To feel his hands on me again.

"Then what are you complaining about?" a voice spoke in my mind.

"But he's my stepbrother!" I yelled back at my own thoughts, sitting up and hugging my knees to my chest.

"And so? You guys developed feelings before you became siblings."

"That doesn't make it okay," I whispered to the empty room. "It doesn't change what we are now."

But what if you never get another chance? What if this feeling never goes away? What if you spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been?

I pressed my palms against my eyes, hard enough to see stars. This was insane. I was trying to logic my way into something that had no logical answer.

Maybe that was the point. Maybe some things weren't supposed to make sense.

We'd developed feelings and craved each other way before any of us knew we were going to become family. That had to count for something, right? The universe brought us together first as... whatever we were. The family thing came second.

Maybe all I needed to do was satisfy the craving one time, and then we could move on. Get it out of our systems. Never attempt it again.

It made no sense. But it also made perfect sense because I was out of options and my body was screaming at me to stop overthinking.

It was obvious we wanted each other.

Instead of burying the cravings until they consumed me, I'd satisfy them and move on.

"Yes," I said with false resolve, standing up and pacing my room, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.

I turned toward the window when I heard the sound of water splashing outside and it caught my attention.

The night was bright with a full moon hanging high in the sky, casting silver light across everything. I moved closer to the glass, my breath fogging it slightly.

It was him. Tyler, swimming in the huge infinity pool at the back of the house.

I stayed hidden at the edge of the window frame, watching as he swam from edge to edge with professional strokes, his muscles flexing with every movement. Freestyle, then butterfly, powerful and graceful.

He was an athlete. A real one. You could see it in every movement—the control, the strength, the precision.

He dove under the water, disappearing beneath the glowing surface.

I started counting automatically. Ten seconds. Twenty. Thirty.

My chest tightened. My hand pressed against the glass. Forty seconds.

"Come on, Tyler," I whispered, my breath creating a circle of fog on the window. Fifty seconds.

That was too long. Way too long. My heart started racing for a different reason now. Just when I was about to run downstairs to check up on him.

That was when he rose to the surface, water dropping down his body as he pushed his hair back with both hands, flexing his biceps and his abs well hardening.

I exhaled hard, my hand pressed against my chest. "Thank God."

He turned toward my window. Our eyes met across the distance.

That bastard. He knew I was watching the whole time. He'd probably staged the whole thing, staying under extra long just to make me worry.

My face heated. But instead of looking away like a normal person, I kept watching, challenging him silently.

He broke eye contact first, turning away to continue swimming. But this time, his face was completely expressionless. He didn't smile or acknowledge me. He went swimming back .

Like I didn't exist.

And that ate me up inside more than anything else could have.

I didn't like that he wasn't smiling at me anymore. Well I had caused it. I slapped him hard earlier so he must have been pissed.

I had to make it up with him. My heart aches remembering his frown at me and the ‘I don't care attitude’.

I couldn't handle it. It was better we talked to each other than this.

I turned and walked quickly to my closet, my mind made up. There were tons of clothes hanging there way more than I'd brought. Mom must have gone on a shopping spree, filling the space with dresses and tops and

There it was a swimsuit. A blue two-piece with a little skirt bottom and a top.

I grabbed it and quickly changed, my hands fumbling with the ties. When I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, I knew I was trouble.

The top clung to me, the halter neck forcing my breasts together and up, revealing almost half of my cleavage. The bottoms had clearly been bought when Mom last saw me probably a year ago. Before my body had changed. My ass was bigger now, my boobs had gone up a cup size, maybe two. Everything was spilling out just slightly, making the whole thing look more revealing than it probably should have been.

The skirt was supposed to be modest. Instead, it barely covered anything, riding up when I moved.

I caught sight of my reflection again. My n*****s were already visible through the thin fabric, peaked from excitement or nervousness or both.

I couldn't help the mischievous smile that spread across my face.

‘Let's see you ignore me now, Tyler.’

I stood at my bedroom door, hand on the cool metal handle, wearing nothing but this swimsuit that left very little to the imagination.

What was I doing? This was a terrible idea. I should change. I should stay in my room. I should put on actual clothes and go to bed and forget this whole thing. I should—

My hand turned the knob before I could finish the thought.

Apparently, my body had made the decision for me. My brain was just along for the ride.

I slipped into the hallway, the plush carpet soft under my bare feet. My heart was pounding as I headed for the stairs, every nerve ending on high alert.

Just as I reached for the back door that led to the pool area, I heard the footsteps on the stairs. Coming from the other end of the house.

Mom's voice drifted through the house, getting slightly closer. "—just going to grab some water. Want anything, honey?"

My stepdad's reply was too quiet to hear, but I heard the rumble of his voice.

My hand was still on the doorknob. I stood there, barely breathing, acutely aware that I was wearing a bikini that barely fit, in my new stepfather's house, about to sneak out to seduce his son.

If they came down this hallway right now and saw me like this...

The footsteps retreated toward the kitchen on the other side of the house. I heard a refrigerator open. The clink of glasses.

I counted to ten, and when I was sure she was gone, then slipped outside.

I walked slowly to the edge where Tyler was swimming, my steps deliberate, and stopped right at his lane. I could see him underwater, a shadow moving through the light.

When he reached my spot, he lifted his head and looked up at me from the water.

From his angle below, I knew exactly what he could see. Everything. The way the swimsuit clung to my wet-looking skin in the humidity. The curve of my breasts, barely contained. My legs, long and bare. All of it on display.

Yet I stood there, acting innocent, giving him a soft, apologetic smile.

"Hi, Tyler." I bent down slowly to sit at the edge of the pool, deliberately giving him a better view as I dipped my legs in the warm water.

He didn't reply. He just kept looking at me with an intensity that made my skin prickle with heat. And he didn't bother hiding where his gaze traveled starting at my legs in the water, dragging up to where the skirt had ridden up on my thighs, lingering on my chest where my breasts were pushed together, before finally dragging back up to my face.

It felt like being touched. Like his eyes were hands mapping every inch of me.

‘Come on, stop staring. That's enough.’

But even as I thought it, I was blushing, heat spreading across my chest and up my neck under his attention.

"Come on, don't undress me with your eyes," I said, trying to sound playful and light. "I wore this knowing you'd like it... and that maybe you'd stop avoiding me."

"Hmm, really? That's all?" His voice was carefully neutral, giving nothing away. He moved his arms slowly, starting to float on his back, putting distance between us. "Just wanted me to stop avoiding you?"

My stomach sank. "Um..."

"Then enjoy yourself." He turned and started swimming away, dismissing me.

Panic flared hot in my chest. No. No, this wasn't how this was supposed to go.

I bent forward and caught his hand before he could leave, my fingers wrapping around his wrist. "Wait!"

He paused, treading water, looking at my hand on his with an unreadable expression.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry for slapping you like that. I really didn't mean it." I gave him the most pitiful look I could manage, letting all my guilt and regret show in my eyes. "For real. I'm so, so sorry, Tyler."

I watched him slowly turn back to face me fully. Water dripped from his blonde hair, running down his face. His grey eyes were dark in the pool lights, shadowed and intense.

Maybe he was finally going to let it go and forgive me.

Please forgive me.

"I don't accept your apology."

The words hit like a slap of their own. "What?!" My eyes widened. "But why? Tyler.."

"Because it hurt, Florence.”

"Both my cheek and my heart. I didn't expect it from you. I finally found you again after months of looking, of hoping I'd see you somewhere. And then you..." He trailed off, jaw clenching. "I just couldn't resist you. And yeah, you did storm into my room uninvited."

He was right about all of it. And wait—he'd been looking for me? For months?

And did he just say he couldn't resist me?

Despite everything, despite the guilt and the mess of this situation, I felt myself smile internally, warmth blooming in my chest.

"I'm really sorry. What do you want me to do? Please don't ignore me." My voice came out smaller than I intended, almost pleading. "Tell me how to make it right. I'm sorry."

I was still holding his hand. I realized my thumb was unconsciously stroking his wrist, feeling his pulse beating under the skin.

He looked down at our joined hands, then used my grip to pull himself closer to the edge. Closer to me.

‘Oh God, please don't come close. I'm not sure I can resist you either.’

His eyes stole glances at my chest, my n*****s were definitely visible through the fabric now. I could see eyes really focused on it that i was starting to get flustered

The air between us was getting heated

“You will do anything?”

“Yes” I immediately said and then I was starting to think I had spoken too soon without thinking.

Something heated and hungry flashed in his eyes. "Fine." His voice was rough now, barely controlled. "I'll forgive you completely if you promise to grant me three wishes." He paused, his gaze intense and unblinking. "Without complaint. Without question. You do whatever I ask."

Three wishes.

The memory slammed into me of him whispering those exact words at the bonfire, his lips against my ear, his hands on my body. “If I had three wishes right now, I'd use all of them on you.”

I'd wondered then what they'd be. Now I was about to find out.

And I was terrified and excited in equal measure.

‘What? No. This is dangerous. It's risky. I can't promise that. What if he asks for something I can't give?’

He must have seen the doubt flickering in my eyes because he freed his hand from mine and pushed back from the wall. "I guess you can't do it, then." He turned away. "Goodnight, Florence."

Just as he started to swim away, something in me snapped. The thought of him leaving, of going back to ignoring me, of losing this chance—

"I'll do it! I promise, I promise!" The words burst out of me, louder than I intended, almost desperate.

Tyler stopped mid-stroke then he turned back slowly facing me.

And I saw it. That was the exact moment I realized I'd been played.

A mischievous grin spread across his face and that's when I knew it.

Oh my God. I'd fallen right into his trap.

Tyler's grin widened, triumphant. He pushed off the wall and glided through the water with powerful strokes until he was directly below me again, looking up with those dangerous grey eyes that saw right through every defense I tried to put up.

"Three wishes, Florence." His voice was smooth, controlled, full of dark promise. "Starting right now, and you can't back down now. Remember you promised."

Why do I think this is a bad idea?

He reached up and wrapped his wet hand around my ankle. His touch sent electricity shooting up my leg, making me gasp. His fingers were warm despite the water.

"Wish number one..." He tugged gently, playfully, his grip tightening just slightly. "Jump in.”