Trapped in a Tent With my Bratty, Half-Naked Stepsister

Story Excerpt

One tent. One storm. One impossibly bratty stepsister, and not nearly enough self-control. We were supposed to be camping. But when there’s only one tent left and the rain starts falling hard, I’m stuck all night beside the one girl I’ve spent years trying not to think about. She’s half-naked, stretched out beside me, teasing like she doesn’t know what she’s doing. But she does. Every shift of her hips, every whispered taunt, every brush of bare skin under the sleeping bag, it’s all calculated to drive me insane. She dares me to touch her. And when I do, all bets are off. Because once I’ve tasted her, I’m not giving her up. No matter what it breaks.