Falling For My Alpha Stepsister (GL)

April

’Things I want Peachgirl to do with me...

Every day is sex.

Morning sex.

Afternoon sex.

Mid-afternoon sex.

Good-night sex.

Midnight sex.

Special sex.

Sharing a room together.

Having breakfast together.

Cooking together.

Doing fun and bad activities together.

Cycling together.

Kissing me every day.

Smoking and drinking together.

Driving me to work every day and picking me up from work.

Skating together.

Having matching tattoos.

No having sex with anyone else.’

There were some other random things written down near the bottom of the crumpled paper that I couldn’t even read properly because of her messy handwriting

I just stared silently at the paper, taking in every single insane demand, and then shifted my eyes up to look directly at her face.

She was standing right beside the bed, waiting patiently for my official response.

"So, what do you say?" Angel asked, tilting her head with that familiar confident look. "Can you actually do everything written on that paper?"

"Are you genuinely trying to kill me?"

I had no choice but to ask her straight out because how on earth were we supposed to physically have sex that many times in a single twenty-four-hour day?

Damn, this bitch was completely insane, and I already knew that going into this, but seeing it laid out on paper was a whole different story.

I slowly took off my glasses, rubbed my tired eyes with the back of my hand, and then put them back on my face to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating.

"If it’s strictly about the sex part, I’ll let you be if you’re ever too tired, it will like a day off.." Angel added, watching my reaction closely. "But I still want sex on a regular basis. You have to make sure you fill me up completely so I don’t ever end up going out to look for another Omega."

Hmm.

I knew right then that I would definitely have to find creative ways to satisfy a constantly sex-hungry Alpha like her.

I was more than willing to do whatever it took just to have her entirely to myself.

But...

I looked down at the paper once more, running my thumb over the ink.

"Let me just say I agree to all the... sex," I began, raising my gaze to meet hers. "After all, I have to pay the necessary price if I want you all for myself, right? I’ll learn to adapt to your crazy energy. As for the drinking together, yes, I can do that, but I absolutely do not smoke."

"Why not?" Angel frowned instantly.

"I’ve never done it before in my life, and I don’t have any wish to start now."

"Do you vape at least?"

"Anything involving inhaling smoke into my lungs, I don’t do," I stated firmly.

"Are you asthmatic or something?"

"No," I replied smoothly.

"Then why don’t you want to do it with me?" Angel pressed, stepping closer to the bed. "I want to turn you into my ultimate bad bitch."

"I am already a bad bitch for you, Angel," I murmured, offering her a subtle smile. "There are so many shit I usually don’t ever do, but just for you, I end up doing them. So who knows? Maybe I’ll do the matching tattoo idea too, but it has to be somewhere hidden where only you can actually see it."

She nodded her head, clearly agreeing with the compromise I just laid out.

Looking closely at her face right now, she seemed surprisingly calm and attentive.

It made me secretly wonder if she was somehow feeling a little bit shy underneath all that bold confidence.

But who was I kidding? This girl was a completely shameless human being through and through.

"Just have it locked in your mind that you’ll be switching positions... a lot," Angel warned, a dark glint flashing in her eyes. "You’re even going to try some positions you haven’t ever tried before."

"Spoil me more. Spoil me more, Diabla" I muttered under my breath, letting a quiet chuckle escape my lips.

I stood up from the mattress, walked across the room toward the table, unzipped my bag, and pulled out a black pen.

I flipped her crumpled sheet of paper over to the completely blank side and laid it flat against the table.

"What are you doing over there?" Angel asked, following me across the room.

"You wrote down yours," I said, clicking the pen open. "It’s time I write down mine."

"Really?" She raised an eyebrow, leaning her hip against the edge of the desk.

"Yes," I replied, staring down at the blank page. "If I’m going to be getting sore every single day for you, I definitely need proper compensation."

"Fair enough," Angel conceded, crossing her arms over her chest.

Oh, oh, oh.

I fully planned on having so much fun with this.

The idea of having a real girlfriend without her even realizing that we were officially dating was just too good.

I was completely sure she didn’t realize that was what we were doing right now. By the time her stubborn brain finally figured it out, it would be way too late for her to go back to the beginning.

I pressed the pen to the paper and wrote in neat cursive:

’Things I want Angel Morningstar to do with me...

Good-night kiss.

Morning kiss.

Cuddling.

Brushing our teeth together.

Bathing together.

Spa together.

Yoga together.

Jogging together.

Sunday movie nights.

Pillow talks.

Holding hands.

No more staring at other people’s butts or boobs.

No more hanging around with your hoes, especially Becca.

Going to the orphanage together.’

Angel leaned down over my shoulder, her eyes scanning the fresh ink line by line.

"That is a whole lot of domestic things to do with me," she muttered, letting out a soft sigh.

"Mine are way greener and healthier than yours," I argued, turning around to face her. "You literally plan on choking me to death with sex every hour, and at the end of all that pain, I only get a single good kiss and a cuddle?"

"Okay, fine..." Angel said, holding up a hand. "But Becca is an actual friend of mine, and she’s my main plug. Madam won’t ever let me have access to buy weed from any other vendor in the district."

"I’ll be your plug then," I shot back without missing a beat, locking eyes with her. "Just stay completely away from her..."

I didn’t want any mean girls ruining my love story. That Becca girl looked like absolute trouble from the moment I saw her, and I wasn’t about to become her little plot device while she tried to find ways to take back what I was rightfully claiming.

"I don’t think Madam will ever let you have access to the main plantation," Angel pointed out, shaking her head. "You can certainly try, though."

I formed a bright smile, stepped forward, and wrapped both of my arms around her neck to pull her into a tight hug.

I swear I couldn’t hold back the words that came flying out of my mouth next. M

aybe I was simply filled to the brim with pure joy, but I was genuinely so excited about where we were heading.

"I really can’t believe you’re actually giving me your heart like this, Angel Morningstar," I whispered into her shoulder. "You are really unpredictable...."

I hugged her tightly, pressing my face against her neck.

"My heart is still very much mine," Angel grunted softly, though she didn’t push me away. "It’s sitting right inside my chest, which you are currently squeezing way too tightly."

"I don’t care," I giggled, holding on even tighter. "You will eventually admit it out loud... someday. Maybe even in a couple of days."

Angel rested her hands lightly on my waist, her breath warm against my ear.

"Can we have sex right now? I’ve been holding it in for so long."

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