Holding her stepbrother's throbbing cock in her hand, her thumb running over the powerful vein on its underside, Laura knew they were going to have sex.

It wasn't a preference or desire – well, it was that, too; it was more an instinct, a primal knowledge of what was going to happen because ithad to happen. The energy between the two of them, the intoxication that soaked the air – it all hummed through her body. She was resonating with sexuality and need.

"And I love you, Laura."

The butterflies still danced in her stomach. He looked up at her with a smile as he stroked her cheek, brushed a...