SWEPT AWAY IN BROTHER'S STORM FOREVER... Julie's parents are on vacation, and she's all alone in the house with her big brother, Brad. Hanging out at the water park with her handsome step-brother makes old taboo desires sizzle. Then a terrifying late night storm leads her to his bed, seeking protection in his strong arms. Julie's shocked to find Brad just as turned on as she is. In his godly embrace, how easily one thing leads to another! Lusts awakened with a wet make out session won't be satisfied with anything less than a raw, deep coupling - the kind that will take her virginity and leave her with brother's baby... Warning: This story features taboo breeding sex, Brother-Sister love, and explicit language. Word count: 10,000+ words. EXCERPT Come on. Come a little closer, brother, and let me warm that big bulge I saw in your swimming trunks earlier today... I close my eyes and lean into him. Brad grunts, surprised - or is it satisfaction? - when my cheek settles on his upper shoulder. But when my long smooth legs reach over his, brushing the small layer of hair on his shins, he shudders. "Brad...you've always kept me safe. It's nice that some things never change around here, no matter how much we grow up." My voice is quiet and uncertain, like I'm trying to whisper something naughty in class underneath the teacher's nose. "Yeah? I'm glad you appreciate it, little Sis. I don't care how old we get. I'll always keep you safe." My entire body is flooded with a different heat. It's not enough that I'm trembling with raw need, fighting a thick wet fire radiating from my loins and saturating me to the core. He's done it. Love and lust collide, kindling the ultimate fire, the kind of steaming cauldron I can't ignore. For the first time in a long while, I feel really loved, cherished by the man I love most. The thunder rumbles overhead, lower this time. It's still dangerous enough to make my nerves prickle. He feels me shivering lightly in his arms. Big brother's hands start at my bare shoulder, moving past the strap, grazing my arm and going down my back. His touch makes everything all better. Doesn't it always? I close my eyes, focusing on my breathing so much that I feel like I'm meditating. I count - one, two, three sensual strokes - plenty to send me to that place deep inside me, where I find my greatest wish again. You have to make it happen. Kiss him. It's now or never. My breath, my heartbeat, time itself all seem to stop. Right when the next round of thunder begins, I feel my body lurch forward, eagerly pressing my face to his lips. Brad's lips harden with surprise, relaxing after a second. I force myself to open my eyes and look at him, studying the dark whorls in his irises. Mostly, I see confused stars, rolling through his shimmering pupils like magic dust. Then I feel his lips tighten against mine. Brad swallows hard, suppressing a groan. His mouth opens, and mine follows his move, splitting in disbelief for his wet, muscular tongue running along my bottom lip. It's really happening! I can't believe this. When his tongue enters my virgin mouth, I have no choice but to believe everything. Brad licks and sucks at my lips, softly at first, but with a vigor rising like the restless thunder. I haven't so much as french kissed a boy, much less my big brother. And he's so much more experienced than me. When his teeth come, I'm reminded of the sexual chasm between us. I feel the tender shadows of all the young girls he's practiced on before me in his kiss, hot and sticky with their honey gold desires. Yes, bite my lip, big brother! I want to feel you all over me. I'm just a little virgin, but I'll show you that I'm worth your time, worth your erotic energy. Oh, yes.