"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks. She nods, looking into his eyes. "Yes," she breathes. "I don't want to wait anymore. I want you." Here are 20 brand new stories about those princes of the house who just can't take their hands off of their little brats! You'll be reading these one-handed!~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ The long highway stretch seems to go on forever as Luke and his 18-year old stepsister drive down it towards the Beer-Can House. Margaret sits in the passenger seat of the car as she and her stepbrother drive to the Beer-Can House. She's bored, staring out the window. But just because she isn't looking at him doesn't mean she can't tell her stepbrother has been glancing her way… "Oh wait, Luke," Margaret says, looking around her outside the car. "Did…we just cross the state line?" Luke's eyebrows raise and he looks around outside the car too. "Oh," he says. "I'm not sure." He slows the car down and pulls it off to the side of the road, putting it into park. Both he and Margaret get out, looking around. "Yeah," Luke announces. "This is definitely a state we've never been in before." "Cool!" Margaret says, beaming. She and her stepbrother hug one another. "I'm really glad we're doing this together," Luke tells her. "Me too, Luke," she says, giving him a squeeze. They pull back, but just enough to look at one another. Their arms are still on one another. They look into each other's eyes. There's nobody else on the highway besides them. Luke's breath catches in his throat as he looks down at his little stepsister. Margaret's young. So young he can hardly remember what he was like at her age. But one thing's for certain: he remembers how horny he was. He would do anything for sex, and now Margaret's looking up at him, those eyes calling to him, begging for him to take her. He doesn't know what to do. Should he play the responsible one and say no? Or should he give in to what both of them want and say yes? Margaret never really noticed before just how incredible her stepbrother looks. He's big, strong, and she can even smell him—a deep, manly scent. His musk. She's shocked to feel the crotch of her panties getting wet. Deep inside she feels the need to be filled, and filled up by him. She looks longingly up into his eyes. "Um," Margaret says. "Hey Luke?" "Yeah kiddo?" he says. "Um…I have to tell you something." Luke raises an eyebrow at his stepsister. "Well sure hon, what is it?" Margaret swallows, feeling nervous. "I've been thinking about you," she says. "Like…a lot." She watches her stepbrother as he looks down at her, his expression unreadable. "Is that so?" he asks, and she nods. "And have they been good thoughts?" Margaret slowly shakes her head. Luke swallows. "Have they been naughty thoughts?" he asks. And now Margaret nods, their eyes locked together. "Well then," he says, and he leans forward to kiss Margaret. His kiss is full-on, sweeping Margaret up into something she's never been in before. Her stepbrother's tongue penetrates deep inside her mouth and she pushes her tongue out in reply, the two twirling and dancing around one another inside their mouths.