PLEASE DON'T STOP (steamiest short stories)

eye shadow that coated my lids. I knew that my makeup was a little dramatic for a simple family barbecue, but I didn't care. I really thought that my choice of colours would help

t smile to myself as I squeezed into my tigh

here were already a lot of people in the back garden, and a few in the kitchen, chatting and drinking beers. I smiled at them, recognising one as a distant cousin and the other as somebody on my stepdad's side of the family. They smiled back, and carried on with their conversation, although I could tell that they were definitely taken with the way that I

ies, just like my stepdad. I would always flirt with him whenever he came to the house, and he would flirt with me too (provided my stepdad wasn't around). It was because of this behaviour; the cheeky smiles and tongue-in-cheek comments and compliments he would throw my way, that I thought he might have a bit of a crush on me too. For my eighteenth birthday he had bought me a silver bracel

ave that effect on women. Instead, I decided to bide my time and went over to where my stepdad was tending the barbecue. There were two tables either side of him, completely covered in plates of food and ice buckets with various alcoholic drinks inside. I gulped down the last of my beer and went over to grab another one from one of the ice buckets. "How many have you had?" a deep voice said, making me jump as I snatched up a bottle. It was my stepdad, and he sounded like his usual, mood

hat. "I'm serious, Linzi" my stepdad continued, his voice becoming more stern "it's bad enough that you have to come downstairs looking like that, but if you embarrass me by acting up then I promise, you'll be sorry!" His words stung a little. I knew that he wouldn't approve of the way I dressed, but hearing him say so with s