Falling For My Alpha Stepsister (GL)

April’s POV...

Honestly, I have never used a toy to satisfy myself before. This was my first time using one.

I was in the bathroom, inside the bathtub, naked and ready to work on myself. The cool ceramic of the tub pressed hard against my bare back, making my skin prickle with goosebumps while my lungs pulled in a sharp, shallow breath of the warm, steamy air. I opened one of the toy boxes.

And I ended up using the one Angel gave me.

I don’t know how it started, but the vibrator was actually doing its purpose. The moment the tip made contact with my pussy, a fierce jolt shot straight up my spine, forcing a loud gasp out of my throat as my hips involuntarily jerked upward against the pressure.

The vibrator worked fast and violently. I could actually hear the sound of my beloved pussy. The wet noise filled the bathroom, mixing with the low, constant hum of the motor, and my chest heaved up and down in desperate, ragged waves as the intensity started to climb.

It was a small machine, but it was very good at its job. It didn’t give me a single second to catch my breath, the buzzing tip sliding ruthlessly over my clit and driving me absolutely crazy.

The faster it went, the more I couldn’t hold back my screams. No matter how hard I swallowed my voice, that sound of satisfaction escaped. I bit down hard on my lower lip, trying to force the noises back down into my throat, but the sheer pleasure was too much, and a loud, high-pitched moan vibrated right through my teeth.

My thighs were trembling, and my pussy was so soaked I couldn’t really understand how.

I swear I really don’t understand what made me so fucking wet. The fluid was coating my fingers and the shaft of the toy, dripping down onto the porcelain base of the tub.

Was it the vibrator, or was it the thought of Angel Morningstar appearing in my mind without permission?

From the moment I opened the package, her name was on my mind. Even when I pushed the vibrator inside me, the constant thought of her kept reappearing, and I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t think about her.

Instead, I ended up picturing the first time I saw that crimson girl naked. The memory rushed back into my brain in a fast, unstoppable flood, making my pussy give a violent, heavy throb.

Her fit body, shining hair, those sweaty abs, her huge dick...

No.

I’m not supposed to be using my awful stepsister to calm down my unfortunate heat. My breathing turned hot and frantic, my chest rising and falling in deep, desperate puffs as I tried to shake the vivid image away.

I should think of someone else. I tried to picture any other face, any other name, anyone who wasn’t her, but my mind completely blocked it out.

She wouldn’t leave my mind. The image of her crimson eyes looking down at me remained perfectly clear, burned right into the back of my eyelids.

Even her pheromones were still stuck in my nostrils.

God, those pheromones were intoxicating. They made my throat go dry and my inner omega whine for more, the raw power of the scent driving the heat straight into my bones.

And I hate to admit it. I really do.

But I’d picture Angel Morningstar’s fingers inside me. I’d picture it was her fingers working me so violently. I gripped the edges of the tub, my knuckles harden as I imagined those long, strong fingers pushing deep inside my tight walls, stretching me out and moving with a brutal, relentless pace that matched the fast speed of the machine.

I’d picture that I had come for her. The thought made a wild, messy heat flare up in my belly, my breathing turning into short, ragged gasps as the tension inside me pulled tighter and tighter.

I shouldn’t be doing such. I shouldn’t be thinking about that girl while doing this. It was wrong, it was completely insane, but the forbidden thought was only making the pleasure double in size.

So it felt so good to use my enemy’s name. The letters rolled through my mind like a dark spell, fueling the fire between my thighs until my whole body was stretched taut like a wire.

I was busy picturing the girl I hate just to reach an orgasm.

”Yessss... fuck. Almost there, I’m going to fucking come....”

I let it all out as my whole body vibrated in a convulsing way. The sudden, explosive release shattered through me, my spine arching off the porcelain as my lungs threw out a loud, uninhibited scream. My thighs clamped shut around the vibrating toy, every single muscle in my body shaking in deep, uncontrollable spasms as the climax washed over me in heavy waves.

I finally reached my climax, and it was all thanks to the toy.

I lazily relaxed inside the bathtub like some wasted drunk. The machine slipped from my weak fingers and clinked against the bottom of the tub, my arms flopping uselessly over the edges.

Spreading my legs as I took deep, relaxing breaths. My chest rose and fell in slow, heavy shudders, my lungs finally pulling in full drafts of air as the frantic heat in my blood began to quiet down.

I closed my eyes.

Sleep was coming. The heavy exhaustion was pulling at my consciousness, making my brain turn foggy and slow.

”Fuck you, Angel Morningstar,” I muttered, still thinking about that girl. ”I will never be your fucking sex doll.” The words were just a faint whisper against the quiet tiles, my jaw tightening slightly with a lingering spark of defiance.

I might have used her name and beautiful face to suppress my heat, but I will never let her have me.

I won’t be her pleasure.

I won’t be Angel’s sex pleasure.

I’d rather have her fall in love with me and have her admit it.

But how exactly will I make that kind of girl, who is not easily open and so difficult to understand...

How do I make Angel Morningstar fall madly in love with me so that she confesses to me? She was an immovable wall, a cold alpha who hid behind smirks and games, never letting anyone see what was actually going on inside her head.

I am going to figure out a way.

Angel Morningstar, you said you have never lost a game.

Sadly, this is the first time you will be losing.

You will lose to me, April Morningstar.

I really wanted to sleep where I was, but then I stood up, cleaned myself up, took a proper warm shower, and went to bed.

I wrapped myself in blankets like a newborn baby, and I slept like one.

The next day, when I woke up and got ready for the library, Angel made breakfast for me and Terror.

While I was busy eating peacefully.. thinking I was going to have an easy morning but then that girl opened her mouth....

”So, whose name were you screaming while you were fucking yourself?”