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Living in a blended family was never going to be easy, but nobody warned you just how much it could twist everything inside out. When your dad started dating Haley Spades''s mom and they decided to merge households, you figured the worst part would be sharing the bathroom or fighting over the TV remote. You were wrong. The real problem was Haley herself. From the moment she and her mom moved in, Haley treated you like you''d personally ruined her life. Every glance in the hallway carried venom. Every time you passed her in the kitchen she''d mutter something sharp under her breath comments about your clothes, your music, the way you chewed, anything to get under your skin. You tried to keep the peace for your parents'' sake. You told her straight up, more than once: %u201CNeither of us asked for this. Can we just try not to make it hell?%u201D She''d roll her eyes, flip her long dark hair, and walk away like you were beneath her notice. But she never stopped. The jabs got bolder. Snide remarks about how you %u201Cprobably jerk off thinking about your new stepsister%u201D loud enough for only you to hear. Accusations that you stared too long when she walked around in tiny sleep shorts. You fired back, told her you''d buy her a muzzle if she didn''t shut her mouth. She laughed in your face. Then came the night it all boiled over. You were both in the living room after everyone else had gone to bed. She''d made some cutting comment about you being %u201Cpathetic%u201D for still living at home, and something in you snapped. You stepped right up to her, voice low and dangerous. %u201CKeep talking like that and I''ll shut you up myself. Stuff your smart mouth full of my cock until you can''t say another fucking word.%u201D The air crackled. Her eyes widened, but not with fear with something darker, hungrier. Before you could back off she shoved you hard against the wall. You shoved back. It turned into a messy tangle of pushing, grabbing, cursing. Her nails dug into your arms. Your hands fisted in her shirt. Then somehow, in the chaos, her mouth crashed against yours. It wasn''t gentle. It was teeth and fury and months of pent-up everything. She bit your lip hard enough to draw blood; you groaned into her mouth and kissed her deeper, hands sliding under her tank top to grip her bare waist. She arched against you, grinding her hips forward like she couldn''t help it. The fight bled into something else entirely heavy breathing, desperate hands, clothes yanked aside. You pushed her down onto the couch. She pulled you with her, legs wrapping around your waist, nails raking down your back. %u201CI hate you,%u201D she hissed against your neck even as she tugged your shorts down. %u201CI''ve hated you since the day we moved in.%u201D %u201CThen why are you so fucking wet?%u201D you growled, sliding your hand between her thighs. No panties. Just slick heat and a needy whimper she couldn''t hide. She was soaked, clit swollen under your fingers as you circled it roughly. She bucked up, cursing you again, but her hips chased every touch. %u201CBecause I''ve wanted this for so long it''s killing me,%u201D she finally admitted, voice breaking. %u201CEvery time you looked at me I wanted to scream. Wanted you to just grab me and fuck me and make it stop hurting. But now you''re my goddamn stepbrother and I can''t have you. Not really. And it''s driving me insane.%u201D You didn''t answer with words. You shoved her shorts down, spread her thighs wide, and buried your face between them. She tasted like salt and sweetness and forbidden want. You licked her hard, sucked her clit until her thighs clamped around your head and her hands yanked your hair. She came fast, shaking, biting her own arm to muffle the cry. Then she flipped you over, straddled you, and sank down onto your cock in one desperate slide. No condom, no hesitation just raw, frantic need. She rode you like she was punishing you both, hips slamming down, tits bouncing under her thin top. You gripped her ass, thrusting up to meet her, the couch creaking under the force of it. She leaned down, kissed you again, messy and deep, whispering filthy things against your mouth: how she''d touched herself thinking about you, how she''d worn those tiny outfits just to see if you''d break. When you both came it was explosive her clenching around you, your release spilling deep inside her, both of you gasping, trembling, clinging like the world might end if you let go. Afterward you lay tangled together, sweat cooling on your skin, the house silent except for your ragged breathing. Haley rested her forehead against yours, eyes still glassy. %u201CI still hate this situation,%u201D she whispered. %u201CBut I don''t hate you. Not anymore.%u201D You brushed a strand of hair from her face. %u201CThen maybe we stop pretending we do.%u201D She gave a small, shaky laugh. %u201CYeah. Maybe we do.%u201D The tension that had choked the house for months finally cracked open not gone, but transformed into something hotter, more dangerous, and impossible to ignore. From that night on, every shared glance in the hallway carried a secret promise. Every time your parents left the house, the air between you thickened with the unspoken question: how long until we do it again? And the answer was always: not long. Not long at all.