Stepbrother: Impossible (Steamy Step Taboo Romance) by Ruby Nicks Page A

liked the look of, waiting a week for injections and taking him home. Obviously it wasn't at all like that. My parents had to fill out hundreds of forms, character statements had to be taken, the house had to be inspected several times over the course of a year, and I had to be interviewed, without my parents present. This whole process took just under two years, and finally, when Samuel Jacob Matthew Johnson arrived to our house, terrified at what was awaiting him, I was almost seven years old.
    We grew up like normal children. Sam, who he came to be known as, took several months to fully adjust, during which time he screamed and peed the bed as often as possible. He was five when he got to us, but by the size of him, he could have been half as young. Several years in several different families had made him untrustworthy of adults, and as a result, despite him being a boy and me a miracle girl with a cape, a mask and special powers, we became best friends, much to the consternation of my forever doting mother who was desperate for his attention.
    Eventually Sam came round, and grew to love and trust his new home. Dad took him to every single sporting event he could get tickets for, and mom treated us both like demi-gods. He turned into a smart and handsome adult, and the scrawniness of his early years, was replaced by muscle and height, as puberty favoured him and sport became both an interest to watch and a passion to play. I don't know when it was I fell in love with him, but it was perhaps during that time that I realised it.
    Sam and I had always been close, but we got even closer as we grew up, spending as much time as possible together both inside the house and out, and earning the nickname 'the twins', from both our close friends and parents.
    We both had several different partners through college, but always preferred to spend time together instead, realising we'd have much more fun together than with anyone else. We'd go to the cinema together, hang out at home, play games, study together and even go shopping together. At night, when Sam and I had finally said goodnight, I'd lie in bed and masturbate thinking about him, wishing he was with me.
    One day, when my parents were away, attending the funeral of a distant relative in another county, Sam and I were up in my bedroom playing a game, and the talk turned to kissing. I don't know how we got onto the subject, but before we knew it, we were talking about first kisses, best kisses and worst kisses, who we'd love to kiss and who we wouldn't kiss for all the money in the world. I couldn't keep my eyes off my brother's juicy lips as he talked, and felt my own lips, both my pussy lips and my kissing lips swell out with passion.
    'OK', I said, 'so who would you love to kiss?'
    'Well that one's easy', he said. 'Angelina Jolie.'
    'Well let's make it a bit more realistic', I said. 'Who would you love to kiss out of the people that you know?'
    Sam smiled and ruffled his hair sheepishly. He even turned a bit red. He giggled and I goaded him a bit, desperate to know who he was thinking about. He sipped his beer, and smiled at me again.
    'It's a secret', he said.
    'You've got a crush on someone', I said.
    'Maybe', Sam said, smiling again. His face was still a little red, and it had been a while since I'd seen him quite so embarrassed. I liked it.
    'Tell me', I said getting excited.
    I was nineteen then, and Sam eighteen. Both of us virgins, with very little sexual experience, and a lot of sexual desire. Looking back, you could have cut the tension in the room with a knife. It was thick and all around us. 
    He sipped his beer again, avoiding my eyes.
    'If I tell you', Sam said, finally. 'You can't judge me.'
    'It's not a teacher is it?' I said.
    'No, it's not a teacher', he assured me, 'but it is someone I'm not supposed to be wanting to kiss.'
    'A boy!' I said to tease him.
    'No, it's not a boy either', he said.
    I was getting more excited. Part of me knew already what he was