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C.B.| Forbidden

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Disclaimer: This imagine includes a relationship between step-siblings. They are not blood related. If that makes you uncomfortable, please don't continue any further. Thanks.

Two months ago, my father revealed his relationship with a beautiful blonde woman named Saskia. That wasn't the problem though, seeing as my mother left us years ago and I believe that he deserves to move on. The problem was that her son is a chiseled god. His name is Corbyn and he is the hottest man my eyes have ever seen. Saskia has a daughter too, however she's out with her boyfriend often so I hardly know her. Another major complication is that my father decided to move them into our decent sized house.

Now that there's five of us, its a bit cramped especially when I'm getting ready for school in the bathroom, which means I have had several encounters with Corbyn almost walking in on my bare ass.

I've said goodbye to not only my privacy, but my sanity as well. With Corbyn around 24/7, he's all that invades my mind. It doesn't matter how many guys I see roaming the school hallway or laughing with their buddies at the mall's food court, none of them compare to him.

That's not even the worst part; he knows he's hot. One time he caught me foolishly staring at him for a second too long while he came out of the bathroom with only a towel hung lowly on his waist. I remember the exact words that left his mouth- take a picture, babe, it will last longer. Afterwards, he suggested I frame the picture and keep it on my bedside table since I'm "obsessed with him."

However he isn't completely innocent either; just a week ago I was in the midst of putting my school uniform on, and not all the buttons on my white blouse were done, leaving my cleavage on display. While I was bending over to slip my knee high socks on, he barged into my room telling me to hurry if I want a ride from him, but his blue eyes definitely lingered a little south of where they should've been.

That jerk is so frustrating, it's gotten to the point where I need to do something about it. I peek around the house, making sure no one is home before creeping up to my room to do naughty things to myself with Corbyn on my mind. I'm not proud of it, but what else can I do?

I check the time on my phone, making a mental note of how long I have before my father gets home from work. I'm taking a risk on when Saskia will be back, but its best not to stall.

I turn on my stereo which plays some low music just in case someone does come home, and toss myself onto my bed. Making myself comfortable, I reach my hand down my plaid school skirt, past my underwear and down to my core. My small fingers try their best to get me riled up, and they do a fine job, however I bet Corbyn's fingers would stretch me out better, not to mention his- I cut my own thoughts off by moaning Corbyn's name.

About twenty minutes later I finally find my release, or so I thought. He's still on my mind, and even worse now-I feel guilty. It's wrong.

My bedroom door abruptly opens, and I am thankful that I kept my school clothes on.

Corbyn emerges from behind the door and closes it behind him. My mind can't help but think about how amazing he looks as he just stands there silently as he looks like he's contemplating what to say.

"What do you want?" I roll my eyes.

"You," he answers.

I have to stop and think if he really said that or if it was a figment of my imagination.

"What?" I ask lamely.

"That was pathetic," he starts slowly, "you obviously need someone to show you how it's done," he adds while smirking.

Shit, as if it was bad enough that he knew that I was pleasuring myself, he must've heard me moan his name too.

He steps closer to me, and I don't say anything. The words are just a lump in my throat, but even if I could speak I fear that I wouldn't want to say anything that might stop him.

"Don't act stupid, I see the way you look at me, and I know you see the way I look at you when you're wearing these sexy knee high socks," his hand reaches out and just barely runs his hand up my inner leg while he stands adjacent to the bed. "So let's stop pretending."

"But it's so wrong," I manage to get out.

"Come on, y/n. It's better when it feels wrong."

He watches me lose the tug of war in my head and against my better judgement, I sit up on my knees and crash my lips onto his. Sparks of electricity rush through my body from head to toe, and I can tell that he feels it too. Grabbing the back of his neck, I pull him down onto my bed with me. His hands fumble at the buttons on my blouse, undoing it very quickly. I do the same to his button up and tug his smart shirt off of him.

His teeth nip at my neck as he unhooks my bra expertly. He's already working swiftly to pull my skirt down my legs. Corbyn pushes my panties to the side and inserts two digits into my already sensitive area.

"Corbyn," I moan once again.

His teeth tug at his bottom lip in concentration as he wastes no time in locating a spot inside me that my small fingers could never reach.

"Fuck me," I beg needy for more of him.

The guilt that weighed on me has evaporated since I know I'm not the only one with these intense feelings.

"You asked for it," Corbyn says lowly.

He flips me over and doesn't even bother to take my thong off. Corbyn pushes the material to the side once again and slams into me roughly, doggy style.

The loudest moan exudes from the back of my throat as he pushes in and out against my walls. I've never felt so dirty in my life, and I honestly love it.

His strong hands tangle in my hair in a makeshift ponytail as he pulls on it for leverage. The sound of skin slapping against skin echos and bounces off the walls as his length slides deeper and deeper into me every time.

I don't last very long, he's more skilled than I ever could've imagined.

"Corbyn I'm gonna cum," I moan.

"Hold it," he commands, picking up his pace as if the world depended on it.

"Oh, fuck," I whimper as I grow more sensitive and more sore.

"Cum," he demands as he buries himself far inside me and releases into the condom.

Two weeks later

I'm having more sex than ever, thanks to Corbyn. I've missed out on so many extracurricular activities just because he needed a quickie in the bathroom or I was being "naughty" for undoing an extra button on my blouse.

It's so exciting-the danger of getting caught; but as far as I'm concerned, our parents aren't married yet so we are just two sexually charged strangers.

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What do you think of this? If Corbyn was your step brother would you hook up with him?

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