Fingers dancing across the pages of my novel, I become completely immersed in the sensual love story when the door to my room swings open. My concentration is broken, and I look up to find my stepbrother, James, standing in the doorway with a mischievous grin.

“Thought I’d come to wish you a happy reading day,” he says, walking into the room with an air of confidence and familiarity that only a stepbrother can possess.

“Thanks, James,” I say with a smile, marking my place in the book and setting it down on the bed.

“But before you get lost in those pages again, I thought maybe… you know, it’s our last chance before you get married and all… we could… you know, have some fun,” James says, his voice wavering with uncertainty.

My breathing hitches in my throat as I consider his proposal. I’ve always been attracted to James, and this could be my last chance to explore that connection further. And besides, it’s not like it’s wrong. We’re not actually related by blood, after all.

“Alright,” I say with a soft smile, my heart pounding in my chest as I make my decision.

James lets out a sigh of relief, as though he expected me to reject him. “Thanks, Heather. I just can’t resist you, and I don’t want to regret not taking this chance.”

Slowly, as if in a dream, I make my way toward James. He’s only wearing a pair of low-slung jeans, and I can see the outline of his erection pressing against the fabric. The sight sends an exciting rush of heat through my body, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to finally feel him inside me.

“Fuck, Heather, as you get closer, I’m already imagining what it will be like to be inside that sweet pussy of yours,” James says, his voice husky with desire.

I’m wearing a skimpy white sundress, which I slowly lift up and over my head, revealing the lacy white thong and matching lacy bra I have on underneath. James’s eyes widen, and I can see that he’s enjoying the sight.

My hands shake slightly as I reach for his jeans, unzipping them and letting them fall to the floor. James steps out of them, completely naked, his erection jutting out from his body. He’s larger than I expected, and my pussy throbs in anticipation of feeling him stretch me out and fill me completely.

Slowly, I slip my thong down my legs and climb onto the bed, lying back on the soft sheets. James crawls onto the bed with me, one hand gently caressing my breast while the other travels between my legs, finding my soaking pussy.

“Oh fuck, Heather, you’re so wet for me,” James says as he eases a finger inside me. His touch sends a shiver down my spine, and I can’t help but moan my approval.

“God, James, please, I need you to fuck me,” I beg, my body aching with need.

With a grin, James obliges, positioning himself between my legs and guiding his thick, hard cock towards my entrance. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open and filling me completely. It’s a delicious mix of pleasure and pain, and I know that I’ll never forget this moment.

As he begins to move, our breaths mingling and our moans filling the room, I can’t help but think that this might be the last time I’ll ever get to feel this close to someone. And although the thought brings a twinge of sadness, I know that I need to cherish this moment and make the most of it.

The pressure of my impending marriage, the knowledge that this is our last time together, and the overwhelming sensation of James’s cock inside me all come together to create a powerful, intense orgasm. And as James cums with a final, powerful thrust, our bodies shaking and our breaths ragged, I know that I’ll hold onto this memory for the rest of my life.

As James pulls out and we both collapse onto the bed, our bodies still tingling from our passionate encounter, he turns to face me. “Thank you, Heather. That was… incredible. And even though things are going to change, I’ll always cherish that moment.”

“Me too, James,” I say softly, a tear slipping down my cheek. “Me too.”