“Wait your kidding right?” I asked my Dad’s retreating back as he walked away from my room, where he had just broke the news to me that he was dating Harry Styles (yes ‘the’ Harry Styles’) Mom, like how is that even possible?

“No honey I’m not kidding, now please get ready, they’re all coming here for dinner any minute,” he said and I stood in my door way my mouth most likely sitting on the floor. I didn’t know if I should be excited that I was meeting Harry Styles for the first time and he was coming to ‘my’ house, or if I should be pissed that he might become my step brother and I have no chance at falling in love with him like I always planned. Suddenly I remembered my room peppered with One Direction posters and items and I raced inside, trying to hide as much as possible in as short a time as possible. How was I even supposed to pretend the sexiest man alive wasn’t sexy? This had to be against some like Father, Daughter rules or something. I quickly got dressed in my best outfit and put on just the right amount of makeup and by the time I left my room, giving it one last glance I could already hear my dad talking to someone down stairs and my heart dropped to my feet seeing his curly head at the bottom of the stairs.

“Dear God,” I mumbled and just then my Dad, Harry and his Mum and Sister all looked up at me like they had heard me or something, my face going red almost instantly and did I see a flicker of amusement and wonder? pass over Harry’s face. I composed myself and walked down the stairs with a smile, not meaning to put the extra sexy in my walk, I was most likely walking towards my step brother after all.

“Everyone this is my daughter Natalie,” my Dad said and Anne stepped forward and gave me a hug as she passed me to Gemma who did the same and then Harry and I faced each other a bit frozen in place, just starring, it might have seemed awkward to anyone else but I was seriously lost in his green eyes, photos do not do them justice, it was like I was running through a green field just after it rains. I didn’t really know what had him so transfixed but for me it was his damn eyes. Finally my dad cleared his throat, probably louder than he needed to and both Harry and I jumped a foot in the air, taking numerous steps away from each other.

“Hi,” I mumbled in Harry’s direction and I thought I heard the same from him before Gemma was chuckling and following our parents towards the back yard. Harry and I started to walk at the same time, our shoulders bumping as we tried to pass through the same small space, and I knew my cheeks were beat red, but what surprised me was looking up to see his almost as red, if not redder.

“Sorry,” he mumbled and I almost fainted at the raspiness of his voice, once again hearing it in person is like winning the lottery.

“It’s ok,” I said trying to ease some of the weird tension, I wasn’t really sure what kind of tension it was, I knew for me it was definitely sexual but I had to think it was something different for him, maybe he was just shy. Dinner was a disaster to me, it was quiet, awkward, forced, and I could tell both my Dad and Anne were trying wayy too hard to make it less painful. Gemma was pretty good at cracking inappropriate jokes which would take my mind off of the amazing God sitting next to me for like a fraction of a second but then I was back to wondering how in the hell I was going to be able to handle him as a step brother over a boyfriend. About three times during dinner our legs bumped and each time I could hear a sharp intake of breath from him, wondering at first if it was me that I was hearing, but when I would look over to him he was always pale or beat red and chewing quickly, his eyes glued to the table.

“I’ll take the dishes,” I said after dinner needing to be away from Harry, to see if I could sort the thoughts in my head out before it was too late, and my dad raised his hand motioning for me to sit back down.

“We have an announcement first,” he said looking over to Anne and my stomach plummeted and Harry and Gemma choked on their drinks at the same time.

“We are getting married,” Anne said slowly looking to my Dad for backup and confirmation and he smiled down at her and the love on his face almost melted my heart, part of me wanted to throw a hissy fit and make it all end so that I didn’t have to be related to my biggest celebrity crush and part of me was completely happy and transfixed by how in love they looked.

“Your what?!” Harry said finally breaking the silence and Gemma and I both looked at him a little shocked, I was shocked that he even talked, and Gemma looked shocked that he was about to ruin something for their Mom.

“We’re getting married sweetheart,” Anne said and I could see Harry getting angrier and angrier and I felt the need to stand up for my Dad, for our small family.

“You hardly know each other,” he said.

“Sweetie, we’ve been dating for almost five months,” she said and it was my turn to look surprised, five months? and my Dad was just telling me now.

“Five months?!” Harry exclaimed, saying exactly what I was thinking.

“Yes we didn’t want it to get out to the press and we wanted to have this dinner first and we were just taking our time,” she said and my Dad continued his loving stare.

“Well I think it’s great,” I said as whole heartedly as I could, reaching out and picking up everyone’s dishes, getting a glare from Harry, the first eye contact I’d gotten all night.

“Harry can help you,” Anne said giving Harry a stern glare herself and I wanted to scream that I had it under control and I didn’t want to be around him for another second but I just nodded, too polite for my own good. I trudged back into the house, walking into the kitchen and hearing footsteps behind me the entire time. Till I stopped at the sink and then I heard dishes being set on the counter but no retreating footsteps.

“Your really ok with this?” he asked and I turned around a little surprised he was talking directly to me, he had treated me like a virus all night.

“Oh I’m a person that can be spoken too?” I said sarcastically meeting his gaze and feeling flips and flops happening in my stomach.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

“Well you’ve been looking at me like I have some strange illness that you’ll catch if you talk to me or touch me,” I said and he rolled his eyes, running his hands through his curls frustratedly.

“It’s not like that,” he said and I turned to give him a glance once more before I gave up on his cryptic messages and turned back to the dishes.

“You’re hot, and I’m attracted to you... and now we are practically siblings,” he said and my mouth fell open, trying to get the shocked look off my face was heard when my heart was pounding out of my chest, my stomach was crawling with nerves, my limbs were shaking from excitement and there was a pleasurable feeling happening between my legs.

“Your what?” I asked turning slowly wanting to hear him say it again and he smirked his dimple popping out as I turned and faced him.

“I’m extremely attracted to you, like want to rip your clothes off attracted, and now we are practically siblings,” he said this time much slower and with more meaning and I felt all those symptoms happening again, except this time they were laced with dread.

“Well that sucks now doesn’t it,” I said smirking at my sudden boldness and I turned around to the dishes once again, wondering what his face looked like behind me but when I looked up and saw his reflection in the window above the sink my knees got wobbly and I almost face planted into the soapy water. He was standing there, his eyes raking up and down my body, his bottom lip between his teeth and his dimple popping out perfectly. He had almost completely blown out iris’s and if I starred any longer I’d probably give in to everything that was screaming at me to look away and turn around. The rest of the night was torture, every time I got close enough to feel Harry’s body heat or if we bumped elbows or shoulders or knees it was like pin needles were being pushed into my skin and creating a fire that I wanted to put out.

Finally Anne said that they better be heading home since they had quite a drive and I sighed in relief as the door shut separating me from Harry, my sexual tension limit being pressed to the max in the last hour, especially when I thought I saw Harry palming at himself under the table when I leaned over the table to grab a cup, my shirt dipping a little lower then it should have. I raced up to my room and shut the door, leaning against it and trying to calm my racing heart and sinister thoughts.

“Sweetie can I talk to you for a minute,” my Dad said through the door and I sighed and opened it walking across the room and sitting at my desk, crossing my legs to try and ease the feeling of wetness.

“I’m really proud of you for tonight, I know it seemed like you and Harry don’t get along that great but you will,” he said and I smiled my best not so fake smile.

“I’m going to spend the day with Anne and Gemma tomorrow, Harry has some interview or something with his band, you’ll be ok alone?” he asked and I nodded, wanting nothing more than to be alone for a whole day to sort through these weird thoughts.

“Thanks again for being so supportive,” he said and I nodded and let him walk out the door, I flopped on my bed and forced myself to fall asleep, needing all thoughts of Harry Styles out of me head.

“Natalie, get up! I’m leaving, don’t sleep all day,” my Dad yelled into my room and I waved to him from under the comfort of my covers and heard him leave the house, his car pulling out of the garage and then silence. I slowly got up, showering and getting dressed applying a dab of make up incase I decided to go somewhere. I made my way down stairs, plopping down on the coach and finding something good to watch. About two hours after my Dad left the doorbell rang and usually I just hid till who ever it is goes away but today I got up and walked to the door, opening it before even looking out the window.

“Harry?” I asked seeing him standing there hair looking like he had ran his fingers through it about a thousand times. He looked worried and nervous but determined at the same time.

“Hey,” he said and I was getting more and more confused, and angry I could feel the tension starting to build again and this was supposed to be my day to get him out of my head.

“What’s up?” I asked a bit skeptically.

“I can’t do it, It’s driving me crazy, your driving me crazy, your all I can think about and I know we’re practically related but I mean they’re not married yet, right?” he asked looking at me through his lashes and now I was completely confused.

“I don’t think I underst...” I started to say before his lips crashed onto mine shutting me right up and he shoved me backwards into the house, kicking the door shut with his foot and locking it as he grabbed my face with both of his hands and kissed me so hard I had no choice but to kiss back, my eyes falling closed and my lips moving with his and sending sparks throughout my body, all leading right between my legs.

“Where’s your room?” he asked breathlessly and I took his hand in mine and led him up the stairs and into my room, where he was already kissing me passionately again and starting to remove my t-shirt, sliding it over my head and parting our lips to take a quick breather.

“Harry I don’t know that this is a good idea,” I panted as his lips kissed all over my neck, nipping at all my sensitive spots.

“I don’t even care, I just want you,” he mouthed against my collar bone and I moaned out when he began to suck on the tender skin, definitely leaving a mark I’d have to attempt to hide with make up later.

“But we’re like brother and sister,” I said and his hands gripped onto my waist, pulling me into him and smashing his erection against my thigh.

“I don’t think brothers get this hard over their sisters,” he growled against my lips and I nodded, giving in completely, wrapping my arms around his neck and letting him lift me so that my legs were wrapped around his waist, letting him lay me down onto the bed where he sat back and pulled his shirt over his head and then worked on my pants, sliding them down with my underwear at the same time, moaning at the sight of me in just my bra on my bed. His hands traveled from my ankles to my thighs and back down a few times before he leaned down and licked at my clit, making my back arch completely off the bed and into his touch.

“Shit Harry don’t stop,” I moaned and I felt his features change into a smile against my center. He continued licking as I felt a finger enter my pussy and he moaned, sending vibrations onto my clit.

“God your so wet, I don’t think your brother could make you this wet,” he said and I shook my head, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he inserted another finger and began to thrust them in and out of my pussy at a rapid speed.

“God Harry that feels so good,” I moaned my hands locking into his curls and forcing his head down, making him lick at me harder. I felt the hot tightening in my stomach and I moaned, my walls clenching around his skilled and long fingers as they prodded at my g-spot.

“I’m cumming, God it feels so good!” I screamed and I could feel him sucking on my clit as I rode out my high, moaning against me to send vibrations through my body. His fingers left me feeling empty and he removed his jeans and I moaned at the size of his erection straining against his boxers.

“Can I ride you?” I asked and his eyes shined before he was nodded and pulling me to my feet kissing me tenderly before he laid down on my bed on his back and got a huge smile on his face.

“Your a fan eh?” he asked and I followed his gaze and felt my entire body turning red, my ceiling lined with One Direction posters and posters of him. I nodded and he chuckled.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck a fan,” he said thoughtfully and I felt the pleasure returning to my center. I leaned down and pulled his boxers off, his member springing free and I licked the tip, gathering his pre-cum on my tongue and moaning at the sweet and salty taste of him. I slid my mouth down onto his cock and letting it hit the back of my throat and feeling my eyes watering as I tried not to gag on his length and size filling my mouth completely. I bobbed my head up and down his member feeling his hips buck up when he touched the back of my throat.

“God Natalie your so fucking good at that,” he moaned and I took it as my chance to swallow around him hallowing my cheeks and letting him experience the best blow job I could give.

“I’m so close,” he moaned a few minutes later and I pulled off of him with a pop, “Why’d you stop?” He panted and I smirked as I found a condom in his pants and pumped it onto his member, loving the way he moaned at my simple touch.

“I’m gonna ride you so good,” I said crawling up his body kissing it as I went and I stopped when I got to his mouth kissing him deeply and letting my tongue slid into his mouth, rubbing and dancing against his tongue his hands tangling into my hair and holding me down as he kissed me back just as hard. I positioned myself over his cock and slowly slid down, clamping my eyes shut at the stretch and letting him hold my hips down and kiss me until I was fully stretched around his dick and moaning at the pleasure feeling him completely inside me caused.

“Ok to move?” he asked and I nodded, placing my hands on his toned chest and raising myself up and then lowering back down, letting his whole length pierce back into me again.

“God Natalie your so tight,” he moaned his back arching off the bed and shoving himself inside me as I pulled off, and then lowering his hips as I lowered my self back down.

“Your so big Harry, it feels so good,” I moaned letting him grab my hips and pull me up and slam me back down much faster feeling the tip of his cock rub against my g-spot with each down ward thrust.

“I need to go faster,” he moaned while he rolled us both over and began to thrust into me faster and harder than he was before, my headboard banging against the wall so loud I was afraid it was going to break. He moaned loudly his head rolling back and the he leaded down and pressed his lips to mine again, his moans being somewhat suppressed in my mouth.

“God your so beautiful Nat,” he moaned and I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks as I held onto him, letting the slapping of skin, and our mixed moans fill my room with noise.

"I’m getting close,” he said and I nodded, feeling the retightening in my stomach as well, I started to swivel my hips to counter his thrusts and he threw his head back and a long guttural moan escaped.

“Shit Natalie, don’t stop, that’s gonna make me cum,” he moaned and I continued rotating my hips around his cock, my own orgasm building fast from the sensual pleasure flooding through my system and his unbarred moans filling the room.

“God Harry moan my name again, scream it when you cum,” I moaned and I had no idea where this side of me was coming from but every time I said something dirty it seemed to make him moan louder and the louder he moaned the more pleasure I felt.

“Fuck Natalie I’m cumming, God damn your so tight,” he moaned as I could feel his dick twitching inside me, filling the condom up with his warm cum. His screams and moans sent me over the edge and my walls once again clenched around his cock this time.

“God Harry I’m cumming too, shit,” I moaned and he continued thrusting nice and slow as we both rode out our highs. Soon after he removed the condom and slumped down onto the bed with me, wrapping my blanket around our naked bodies and holding me close.

“We should probably not do that again,” I said hoping I was wrong.

“I think it would be ok to do it a few more times,” he said and I chuckled, feeling my eye lids closing and wondering if he was still going to be there when I woke up.

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