Stepdaddy, Let Me Go

My name is Chloe Anderson, a freshman at the New York School of Performing Arts.

My innocent, pretty looks quickly earned me the title of Prom Queen after starting school, but my figure is even more captivating than my face.

Years of dance training gave me full, rounded curves in all the right places, and my body is as supple as a spring.

At eighteen, I already carry a hint of a mature woman's allure, far surpassing those still-budding girls.

Men often stare, rooted to the spot, their heated gazes practically stripping me bare.

Their advances leave me cold, because my heart already belongs to someone else. I dream of him constantly.

His name is Liam Winston. He's two years older than me, my stepbrother. We share no blood—my mother married his father.

Around this impossibly perfect brother, breathing in his masculine scent, my knees often go weak and my face flushes.

Every night, I have to clutch the blankets tight between my legs and bite my lip hard to soothe that restless ache.

Otherwise, my mind fills with shameful scenes, and sleep is impossible.

My best friend Olivia knows all my secrets. She understands my burning desire for my brother and bought me a pink adult toy as a gift.

Looking at the oddly shaped toy, my face burned crimson. Isn't this the kind of prop used in those adult films?

Olivia giggled, tugging at my camisole strap. "You little minx. Winning Liam over is a long road. But you can fantasize. Use fantasy to release your desires."

She even handed me a few boxes of ribbed condoms, her pale little hands demonstrating how to use the toy.

My whole body grew hot and feverish, my gaze turning hazy. Could a little toy really feel that good?

A strange longing stirred in my heart, my mind flooding with unspeakable thoughts.

Olivia warned me seriously, "Chloe, you're still a virgin. You need to control the intensity. Don't lose the most precious thing a girl has."

I nodded and took the toy home.

Being a complete novice, my first attempt was inevitably clumsy.

Just as I was about to lift my skirt and give it a try, Liam's voice called from outside my door. "Chloe, dinner's ready."

The next second, he pushed the door open and froze, thunderstruck, noticing my predicament.

My face flushed down to my neck. I immediately tossed the toy aside. "Liam! Don't you knock?"