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Contenido adultoConcluida mar, jul 18, 202346m
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Alyx was not put in my path so I could fall in love with her.
Ours was not meant to be a love story.
When I met Alyx, I was a feisty 12 year old with big dreams and a bigger attitude. She was the moody, bi-racial 13 year old, who despised the very world she lived in.
In highschool, I was a cliché. The beautiful, blonde cheerleader with the future prom king attached to my arm. My future was set in stone.
But at some point, the quiet, introverted Alyx I knew, grew up.
Now she's tall, dark, and dangerous, Alyx. The ripped badass with the short hair that girls can't get enough of.
She became everyone's obsession. Suddenly, everyone wants a piece of her, including me.
Alyx's change came with a price. She fought her demons, and she saved me from mine. To do so, she had to embrace the darkness inside of her. She learned to fight fire with fire.
She was only meant to play one role in my story, though.
The brooding protector. The sexy savior.
It was her job to keep me out of trouble, watch over me, be there when I needed her most. Especially when I needed someone to save me from myself. From the demons that had infected me with my own dark urges.
Alyx's dark side lured out my own. It attracted me to her like the song of a siren. Or like a moth to a flame.
And that...was a serious problem.
I was not supposed to love her.
It wasn't because she was the same gender as me.
Or because I have a boyfriend.
It wasn't because she didn't exactly fit into the "American Dream" life. Or that she brings out a wickedness in me that could tear down my entire future.
Nope.
It's a problem because she's my step-sister.
And yet, I can't help but feel like every piece of her, belongs to me.
This is a wlw, erotic, interracial, masc/fem stepsister smut/romance. If you don't like it, don't read.
CW: Sexual assault, spanking and choking, drug reference, violence, blood kink
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