Alien Romance: Step Alien (Sci-Fi Paranormal Romance) (SciFi Invasion Short Stories) Read Online Free
Author: S.T. Miller
taking out a box of oreo cookies, his favorite. Over cookies and milk, the sexual tension I had been suffering from dissipated and it was replaced by the easy camaraderie and friendship we had shared as children. I remembered the closeness we used to share, how we were so wrapped up in each other we lived in a world of our own, knowing every intimate detail of each other’s lives. How much I had missed him!
My eyes suddenly filmed with tears and I brushed them away quickly but Blake saw my tears and brought his chair closer to me.
“Hey…why the tears?”
“I’ve just missed you so much, it’s been hard without you.”
Tenderly he brushed away a lock of hair from my face, curling the thick strands on his index finger.
“I’m sorry Karen,” he said softly, “I’m so sorry and I’ve missed you so much too. But I’m here now.”
“I know.”
I was suddenly very aware of how close we were sitting, his face just a few inches away from mine. I could see the reflection of my face in his clear blue, green eyes.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful Karen.” He whispered, his breath hot and sensual.
I shivered with desire, the sexual tension flared up again and I was again consumed with an inexplicable desire to rip all my clothes off and allow him to have his way with me. I imagined him running his hands over my body and a tiny sigh escaped my lips. Blake moved his head closer still until his nose was touching mine. It was an oddly erotic and intimate action.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispered softly in my ears.
Knowing I was about to cross a very serious line but desperate to feel his lips on mine, I nodded shamelessly, after all he wasn’t really my brother was he?
When his lips met mine, an electric current shot through my body jolting me awake, making me feel more alive than I had ever felt before. All my senses seemed to awaken and my toes curled with desire. His lips were soft and pliable and he tasted like mint. His tongue gently nudged my lips apart and curled itself around mine. I moaned and felt myself sinking into the embrace of his solid arms. He hugged me tightly, almost crushing me against him, my breasts pressed firmly against his muscular chest. He rubbed my neck gently and ran his fingers through my hair. My nipples tightened and I felt myself getting wet. My arms had somehow wrapped themselves around his neck and now I moved them down slowly, running down the length of his back, I slipped my hand under his t-shirt. His skin felt smooth and hard.
“Do you want to go up to my bedroom?” I whispered against his mouth.
He groaned and nodded, “I want to so bad.” He mumbled back.
I told myself going up to my bedroom didn’t necessarily mean we would have to have sex. We could just fool around for a bit. At least that’s how I justified it to myself even though deep down, I knew what I wanted more than anything else was to fuck him. Love or no love. I desired him pure and simple.
We took a step towards the stairs, already anticipating the moment when we could tear off our clothes and make love to each other. But then the door to my parent’s bedroom creaked open, Dad was headed to the bathroom. We stepped away each other guiltily and Blake ducked back into the kitchen while I went up the stairs. I smiled at Dad as he came out of the bathroom, his pyjamas rumpled, his eyes heavy with sleep.
“Just getting some milk Dad.” I explained.
“Mmm…goodnight sweetie.”
“Goodnight Dad.”
I closed the door to my bedroom and pleasured myself furiously while I imagined Blake’s lips travelling down my body and kissing me everywhere. I came swiftly and fell asleep dreaming about having sex with Blake.
In a weird way , the kiss we shared brought us closer together and we began to spend more
My eyes suddenly filmed with tears and I brushed them away quickly but Blake saw my tears and brought his chair closer to me.
“Hey…why the tears?”
“I’ve just missed you so much, it’s been hard without you.”
Tenderly he brushed away a lock of hair from my face, curling the thick strands on his index finger.
“I’m sorry Karen,” he said softly, “I’m so sorry and I’ve missed you so much too. But I’m here now.”
“I know.”
I was suddenly very aware of how close we were sitting, his face just a few inches away from mine. I could see the reflection of my face in his clear blue, green eyes.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful Karen.” He whispered, his breath hot and sensual.
I shivered with desire, the sexual tension flared up again and I was again consumed with an inexplicable desire to rip all my clothes off and allow him to have his way with me. I imagined him running his hands over my body and a tiny sigh escaped my lips. Blake moved his head closer still until his nose was touching mine. It was an oddly erotic and intimate action.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispered softly in my ears.
Knowing I was about to cross a very serious line but desperate to feel his lips on mine, I nodded shamelessly, after all he wasn’t really my brother was he?
When his lips met mine, an electric current shot through my body jolting me awake, making me feel more alive than I had ever felt before. All my senses seemed to awaken and my toes curled with desire. His lips were soft and pliable and he tasted like mint. His tongue gently nudged my lips apart and curled itself around mine. I moaned and felt myself sinking into the embrace of his solid arms. He hugged me tightly, almost crushing me against him, my breasts pressed firmly against his muscular chest. He rubbed my neck gently and ran his fingers through my hair. My nipples tightened and I felt myself getting wet. My arms had somehow wrapped themselves around his neck and now I moved them down slowly, running down the length of his back, I slipped my hand under his t-shirt. His skin felt smooth and hard.
“Do you want to go up to my bedroom?” I whispered against his mouth.
He groaned and nodded, “I want to so bad.” He mumbled back.
I told myself going up to my bedroom didn’t necessarily mean we would have to have sex. We could just fool around for a bit. At least that’s how I justified it to myself even though deep down, I knew what I wanted more than anything else was to fuck him. Love or no love. I desired him pure and simple.
We took a step towards the stairs, already anticipating the moment when we could tear off our clothes and make love to each other. But then the door to my parent’s bedroom creaked open, Dad was headed to the bathroom. We stepped away each other guiltily and Blake ducked back into the kitchen while I went up the stairs. I smiled at Dad as he came out of the bathroom, his pyjamas rumpled, his eyes heavy with sleep.
“Just getting some milk Dad.” I explained.
“Mmm…goodnight sweetie.”
“Goodnight Dad.”
I closed the door to my bedroom and pleasured myself furiously while I imagined Blake’s lips travelling down my body and kissing me everywhere. I came swiftly and fell asleep dreaming about having sex with Blake.
In a weird way , the kiss we shared brought us closer together and we began to spend more
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