Ella's POV

"Psst, Aiden, wake up."

I balance myself on a tree branch, tapping on my stepbrother Aiden's window. I'd snuck out to a party after my mom went to bed, but made the fatal mistake of forgetting to bring my key. Stumbling home after a night of drinking, I tried the front door to find that I was locked outside.

There is black in Aiden's room, but that doesn't matter because Aiden is a light sleeper, unlike my other stepbrother Alan, who can sleep through a hurricane. So Aiden will definitely hear me knocking on his window.

Aiden and Alan are my twin stepbrothers who have just come home recently after serving in the military for two years. It's strange having thm home. I remember times when we were little; they would always gang up on me during play fights. But now, it feel like they donn't even notice I'm in the room. I like not being bullied, but the feeling of being completely ignored sucks.

A soft glow illuminates the room as Aiden's bedside lamp clicks on. His silhouette moves toward the window, and when he slides it open, his face is a mix of confusion and irritation.

"What Ella? It's three in the morning." he hisses. He glares at me as if I'm the most annoying thing he's ever seen.

"I forgot my key," I mumble, clinging to the branch for dear life. "Just mover over, so I can climb in."

His eyes narrow. "Freaking hell, you're drunk."

He reaches out a stout, powerful arm - military courtesy - and pulls me into his bedroom as if I weigh nothing. Slamming against his floor, I yelp when my shoulder dragged over the carpet.

He stands in front of me wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants, his posture reminding me of a drill sergeant.

"Are you insane?" Aiden whispers harshly, crouching down to glare at me. "Climbing a tree at three in the morning? You're not even old to enough to drink."

Thank god, he yells at me in a low voice, so I don't have to worry about Mom waking up. I'm in no mood to hear her wrath directed at me.

Rubbing my shoulder, I feel the sting where my skin scraped against the floor, and I can't help but wince. That jerk is stronger than he even realizes.

I look up at him and spit out. "What do you care? Don't act like you and Alan were saints when you were my age."

His jaw tightens, and he grabs me by the collar. For a moment, I think he might actually throw me back out the window. Then his lips curve into a smile, but it isn't a kind one.

"You're nineteen," he says. "You don't get to do whatever you want. And if you're going to act like a kid, someone has to look after you. Lucky for you, that someone is me. I'm home now and I don't plan on going anywhere for a while."

I groan. "I'm an adult, Aiden. I can handle myself."

He leans closer, his face inches from mine. "An adult who can't even remember her key? Yeah, right."

He lets go of me and stands up to close his window. In the dim light, I can't help but notice how much he's changed in two years. The skinny, awkward boy I'd grown up with is gone, replaced by a man. His once pimple-prone face had cleared up and filled out into a square jaw that was shadowed with stubble.

Broad shoulders and those piercing silver-blue eyes. Even his V-shaped lines on either side of his abdomen that drive every woman wild. It's amazing how I didn't notice his good looks before, but I think it might have something to do with both he and Alan ignoring me when they got home.

"What?" Aiden asks, pulling me from my thoughts, and I realize I've been staring.

"Nothing," I mutter, looking away.

His eyes meet mine, and I wonder if he's noticed that I've changed too. I'm no different from the 17-year-old girl he left behind when he joined the military, except now I've grown into everything I was meant to. My chest is full, and my hair has grown down to my waist.

"Who you were at the party with?"

I roll my eyes. "None of your business" Aiden might be my stepbrother but that doesn't give him the right to probe everything I do. I barely even knew him before I was ten, now he wants to boss me around. No way.

Aiden smiles at me. And I see the way his eyes glint with mischief. "I'm going to give you till the count of five to tell me who you were at the party with, or-"

My eyes widen and I scoot away from Aiden but he follows me till my back is against the door.

His face is barely inches from mine, and he continues "Or else I'm gonna teach you a lesson"

He begins counting. "Five."

"You can't be serious." I try to pull out of his grip, but it's no use. Even if I havn't been drunk, I can't have wiggled free of him. He's too strong.

"Four."

He's bluffing. I let myself calm, he wouln't do anything to me.

"Three."

"What will you do if I don't tell you?"

"Two."

"I'm not telling you Aiden, Let me go!" I demand. I try to pull away, but he's too strong.

"One. Times up."

He picks me up from the ground, put me on his shoulders, and walks to his bed. I kick out with my feet and punch his back with my fists, my eyes noticeing that his pants hung down over the muscles of his ass. God, he's filled out, but I can't let that distract me.

Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he pulled me from his shoulder and laid me over his knees. My hands touched the floor and I kicked up again in attempt to free myself. I wasn't a five-year old kid. There was no way in hell I would let him-

Slap.

The first spank lands on my ass, the strike painful against my skin despite the short skirt I'm wearing.

How dare he spank me?

With one hand, he held the back of my thighs, preventing me from kicking up at him. "Stop! Aiden! That hurt."

"I know it did. And you'll get five more just like it unless you tell me."

"No" I spit out.

Slap.

I jump up when I'm hit in the body. A warm current spread through my butt skin and down my legs to other places where it shouldn't. It have to be the alcohol.

Slap.

I wiggle over him, stunned silent by the way my body tingled, my hands gripping his muscular calves, my fingernails digging into his skin. My heart's racing and my breath was speeding up. What the hell is he doing to me?

Slap.

"You ready to talk?" he asks, his voice lower now. "Who did you go with?" I open my mouth to answer, but can't. No one's ever touch me like that before.

It takes me a second to gather my thoughts, "No one" I finally squeak out. My body is relaxed into his lap in response to an odd sensation inside me.

He doesn't spank me again, but he don't let me go either. Even weirder, I don't struggle to get him to let go of me. We both freeze in that moment, aware that something have changed between us, even though we don't understand why.

"You're dressed like a slut" Aiden finally says "Who gets you the outfit? Your mom?"

His hands rub me where he has spanked me, and I writh again. What's going on? I'm enjoying it so much. He's my stepbrother. I shouldn't feel this way.

"I borrowed them from a friend," I manage to say.

"Good, now back to my first question" Aiden says "Were you with a guy? What were you out doing until this time in the morning?""

I laughed. I'd never had a boyfriend. The twins had been good about chasing them off when I was younger and even after they left to join the military, guys remembered the twins and still refused to date me.

"I wasn't with a guy."

The heat of his palm smoothed down over the bare skin of my thighs and I bucked in reaction. My breath was heaving in my chest, my head spinning with something I'd never felt before.

"Why you chose to knock on my window Ella?" Aiden says as his hands slide up my inner thigh, right toward the bare skin of my thighs and I buck in reaction. "Do you like teasing me?"

A shiver ran over my spine, my body going limp beneath his touch. "Let me up," I said weakly.

His palm slips higher up my thigh and his fingers slip under my skirt. I gasp, not understanding the moisture building up between my thighs. I can feel his dick pressing against my belly and I freeze.

"Why my Window Ella?"

"I know you're a light sleeper" I admit.

Everything felt so strange. My body tingled and my insides clenched. His hand slid higher until the tips of his fingers brushed against my paties. I jumped in reaction, relaxing again when he didn't move higher or pull his hand away.

"Have you been with anyone while I was away? I'm pretty sure I gave those little punks that used to follow you around enough of a warning."

The statement catches me off guard "What?"

I don't know if it's because my head is hanging down and the blood has rushed to my brain, but I feel dizzy, not fully comprehending what is going on.

He chuckles. "Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about."

His hand pushes higher, the tip of his finger rubbing the skin between my legs from over my panties. I gasp, my hips pushing up against his touch.

He notices and laughs "Dirty little girl."

I don't understand. He's my brother. This is wrong, but I don't want it to stop. My fingers grip his legs tighter.

"Aiden, I haven't been with anyone" I breathlessly admit. A shuddering sound rattle out of his lungs, his cock pressing against my stomach even more.

"Good, I'm glad those assholes listened. I told them all I'd kill them if I got home and found out they touched you" The tip of his finger found my core and my hips rolled in reaction. Closing my eyes, I tried to convince myself it didn't feel good. But, holy shet, it did.

Using the hand he'd been holding over my back, he reached down and pulled my skirt up higher, the cold air in the room brushing over the heat between my legs.

I go limp, completely lost in the moment. It must be the alcohol. I shouldn't feel this way.

Sliding his finger down, he pushes just the tip inside me and I cry out, my body trembling at the touch.

"Do you like it?"

"I-" I'm stunned by the question, how can he ask that, but I also know that I enjoyed every second of it. This is crazy. He is my stepbrother, and I hate him from teh childhood. But in my mind, all I can see is his perfct body and hansome face. I barely remember his appearance before he went to the military.

"Yes." I finally admit.

Aiden is silent for a while he speaks "Stand up"

He pulls his hand away from me, and I stands wobbly as I brace myself up in front of him. I notice the way the light from his bedside lamp bounces off his facial features. He's so fucking handsome.

Aiden leans back, using his hand to support himself, then he smiled at me "I've always wanted you, even since we were kids. How does that make you feel?"

"It's weird" I say hoestly. "We're related, that means there's certain lines we're not allowed to cross" My eyes search his body, looking for a long time at his pants that being tented. I shiver, swaying on the spot.

"You can walk out of this room right now .or you can stay. It's your choice. But if you stay, whatever happens has to be our little secret" Aiden's voice is so low that it shake my whole body and touch a place deep inside me that I have never realized.

What the hell am I doing? I should run out of here, run to my room where it's safe and where things are not weird. But remembering his fingers in me, remembering how he made me feel…it was too intoxicating. I stared at him, soaking up his perfectly toned physique and imagining him on top of me. I already made my decision. "I will stay."

He grins seductively, mischief and the promise of something wicked in the silver-blue of his eyes.

"Come here" He says.

I slowly step forward, my legs too shaky to take a solid step. He puts his finger over his lips and told me to keep quiet. I nod back and promise not to say a word.

His eyes fixes on me, he slides a hand up my thigh, reaching high enough again to run his fingers over my sodden underpants. His body flexes as he sensed how wet I have become. My body is shaking, no one have touched me before - but I had touched myself. I know how good that feels.

"You're not going to tell anyone about this right?"

I shake my head, promising him it's our secret.

Aiden smiles "Good, now take off your shirt"

With trembling hands, I slowly pull my shirt over my head, exposing the curve of my bare chest. Heat rises to my cheeks as I realize I am not wearing a bra and my nipples are visibly erect. Then I see Aiden smile.

"You're as beautiful as I imgained Ella" he says.

His gaze roams over me, making my heart race with anticipation. Truth is, I secretly love being admired by men. I enjoy being looked at and desired.

He pulls his hand back and leans against the bed, palms on the mattress behind him. He's still staring at my body.

"Your skirt" Aiden says "I need you to lift it up to your waist. Slowly."

I want Aiden to do it, I want his touch, but I know it would be futile to ask. Aiden is the more stubborn of the twins. He isn't going to grant my request.

What the hell was I doing? It was so wrong, so unsettling. But I couldn't help myself.

I grab my skirt by the hem and slowly begin to lift it, exposing more and more of my legs to him. Aiden's eyes are fixed on my legs, his teeth clenched, his jaw tensed. He's so sexy, too seductive for words.

"Sit on my lap" Aiden starts and I'm already moving before the words have left his lips "Wrap your legs around me" He adds.

I do as he says, straddling his legs with mine before sitting down. Sitting this way, I look deeply into his eyes and notice a strange light in them that I hadn't noticed before.

His intense gaze holds mine for a few moments before he speaks. "Have you ever touched yourself before?"

I blush but nod truthfully.

His lips pull up into a grin. "Did you enjoy it?" he asks again.

Our lips are mere inches apart and I feel his inviting breath each time he speaks.

"Yes" I whispered.

Aiden smiles "Show me," he says without warning.

My entire face turns red from embarrassment and I shake my head, looking away from him, too shy to do as he'd said.

He sits up straighter and grabs my hips firmly, "Do you want to touch me?" he asks.

I raise my head and look at him. "Yes" I say.

"Touch me then," He adds.

I gulp, I have never touched a man the way I am about to touch Aiden, but I do not let that stop me. Reaching out my unsteady hand, I start at his face, tracing my fingers along his cheeks and chiseled jawline, feeling the light stubble graze my skin.

I work my way down his neck and then to his chest, all the while Aiden follows my movements with his eyes. I place both hands on his chest, feeling his soft heart beating before going lower to his abs. I go lower and bite my bottom lip as my fingers touch the bulge under his pajama pants.

He leans forward, wraps his arm around my waist and presses his lips against mine in a kiss that makes my head spin. His tongue teases mine before diving into my mouth. It is the first time I am kissing a boy but Aiden takes the lead with his tongue and lips. Meanwhile, his other hand caresses my tits causing me to moan for him.

Aiden pulls his lips from mine and brings them down on my nipples. I open my mouth, tilte my head back, and arch my chest toward him, letting him fully enter.. His other hand makes its way down to my cunt and begins circling my clit, and I moaned with pleasure before he covers my mouth.

"Shhh, we don't want to wake the whole house." he asks.

"Okay" I promise.

"Touch lower, Ella" Aiden murmurs.

My hands tremble, my fingers barely touching his pants until I slide them along the line of his penis. His body shakes, his lips slightly parted. "Damn. That feels good."

Hearing his words, I feel emboldened, and the way I stroke my fingers up and down his cock becomes bolder. I have never seen a penis with my own eyes, only in photos. And I have definitely never touched one.

Wanting more, I reach further into his pants and pull out his cock. My eyes widen as I stare at it, unsure of what to do.

He grabs my hand with his free one and holds it around the thickness of his cock, going up and down, he instructs me on how tight I should hold it while he helps me stroke it. "Just like that," he says.

My touch let him enjoy until he leans in even closer, pressing his lips to my ear when he whispers, "Do you want to fuck or what?"

"Yes" The word escaped before I can stop it. My traitorous body doing what it wants without asking my brain.

I feel Aiden nibble my ear, and it sends shivers down my spine. "Then let's fuck," he whispers. And I immediately feel my legs go weak. I know I'm making a mistake, but I can't help myself. I want him so damn badly.

He grabs my hand, and walk backward toward his bed, dragging me along. His eyes are fixed on me, his penis pressed against the thin fabric of his pajama pants.

He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me to him, supporting my butt with one hand and lifting the hem of my shirt with the other.

He starts kissing my stomach. I press my thighs tightly together as I feel my juices start to flow. Truth is I'm a bit scared because it's my first time. Is there any way he can make me feel good? He looks up at me as if he read my mind.

"It's gonna hurt a little. I know it's your first time so don't worry, I'll be gentle."

"Okay." I say, trembling.

He hooks his thumb on the waistline of my shorts and pulls them down my hips, letting them slide down my legs onto the floor. He runs his hands over the length of my thigh and then kisses my stomach some more.

Aiden suddenly stands up and grabs my shirt pulling it over my head. I raise my arms to help him, and when he throws the shirt on the ground, I cross my arms in front of my chest and look away.

I catch the faintest smile tug on his lips and he reaches forward and moves my arms out of the way.

"Now it is not the time to be shy. Don't ever cover those up, your tits are the best I've ever seen" he says as he kisses my face gently.

He moves his hand up my stomach and grabs my left breast and fondles it and pinches it in all the right spots.When he pinched the nipple tight between his fingers. "Oh ." I moan.

"Dirty little girl" he teases me with the most charming voice. He pulls me up from the bed and goes to his knees. I watch him in absolute reverence as he kisses me on the thigh and works his way up. I nearly fall over when his lips touch my mound, but he grabs my ass keeping me from falling and goes in with his tongue. I have nowhere to move, so I just stand there, my head falling back as my legs shake from the way he is making me feel.

I spread my legs allowing him more head room, and grab his head, his mouth is amazing, He licks me like an animal, leaving no crevice untouched.

His tongue slids into my skin, his hands part my butt, his fingertips exploring my tight hole. I jump up, but when he tapes it with his finger, I feel relaxed again. He's not going there, is he?

Still, even though I am in shock and fear, the way he touches me thrilled me. He can have me if he wants.

"Close your eyes, until I let you" Aiden says and I stand rooted to the spot. If Aiden doesn't want me to open eyes then that's exactly what I won't do.

I closed my eyes still as instructed, hearing he walked over. For a while, his hands put on my body again.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," his voice turned husky, a little different than before. He leans down and sucks my nipple for a few seconds before letting go.

He lifts both my legs up from under the knee and brings them up to my chest. It opens me up, wider than ever before.

He leans down, and his lips meet mine, in a possessive kiss. His tongue agressively slides between my lips, and I open my mouth, letting him in. I dig my nails into his back as the kiss deepens, and all the while, his dick is slowly entering my pussy. Feeling of him inside me doesn't hurt as much as I imagine. In fact, it's the opposite, it feels fucking great.

In this position Aiden's dick is reaching deeper into me.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he grabbed my hair murmurs, and started to quicken his pace. His action became increasingly fierce, totally different from his gentle personality, but which made me so excited.

"Do you like being fucked?" he asks, with a strained voice now.

"Yes" I blurt out, my fingers grabbing at the bedsheets.

I still closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in it, immersed in the feeling, the rhythm, the sheer physicality of it all. My legs quiver as I feel the trembling sensation of climax approaching. Aiden doesn't slow down, he's fucking me like I'm the only thing that matters in the world.

"Fuuckk Ella"

And in three final thrust he shoots his load into me. I'm practically shaking, my hands flailing about, looking for anything to hold onto. Aiden holds himself there on top of me.

I'm enjoying the ecstasy - the euphoria - that left my body tingling and warm. After kissing me like he owned me, he whispered in my ear. "Open your eyes, Ella."

My eyes snap open and then I freeze the one who was on me was Aiden's twin brother, Alan. His eyes meet mine and I see the arrogant smile spread over his lips.

"What-" I stammer, my voice trembling, barely a whisper.

"Truth is Ella, I wasn't the only one that's had an eye out for you" Aiden, beside Alan whispers softly in my ear.

"Think about it Ella, if you've enjoyed being with me, imagine how you would feel with the two of us. We could make you feel things you've never felt before"