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second, Emma felt the old tingle deep down in her stomach.  Her whole body trembled with pleasure and she could feel the heat burning her skin.  Ross didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he simply didn’t mind at all.  He continued to chew on the piece of lime, while examining her carefully.  After what seemed like ages to Emma, he held up the second slice of fruit, offering it to her.  Emma almost took it, but then she changed her mind and reached for the tequila.
    Ross’ eyes became darker and a shiver went down her spine, when he nodded sharply.  Emma could hear him breathing heavily, as she slipped the lime into his mouth.  His tongue shot out and curled around her slender fingers, keeping them there for a moment longer.
    Both were aware that the situation was getting out of control, but neither of them really cared.  Emma blamed the alcohol for her actions, when she took the salt shaker and went to lick at Ross’ neck.  Her eyes closed the moment she tasted his hot flesh.  Ross let out a soft moan and tilted his head at the side, so that she could have better access.
    Emma’s tongue lingered on the spot longer than what was necessary, while Ross’ fingers pressed harder into her hips.  She sprinkled the salt and went back to lick it away.  Next she drank the tequila, coughing on the way it burned her throat.  Her stepbrother’s eyes followed the movement, his pupils dark and dangerous.  Emma was quick to take the fruit out of his mouth, making sure not to touch him.
    “I think, I got it now,” she said, successfully hiding her smile, when a look of frustration crossed Ross’ face.  She started to stand up from the bed, but Ross was quick to take hold of her wrist.
    “I think that you need a bit more practice,” Ross said slowly, his voice full of hidden meanings.  Before Emma could react, Ross sprawled her out on the bed and straddled her knees.  Ross used his free hand to tug down her dress on the shoulder, until he revealed more of her milky white skin.
    Emma watched him holding the salt shaker like a weapon and smiling wickedly down at her.  She could see that something had drastically changed in his behaviour, as he had forgotten about the teasing from before.  She felt the panic rising and put her hands on his tights, still unsure what to do next.“Ross?” She asked.
    But his hands were busy working the small buttons of her dress open until he revealed the gentle curve of her hip.  Emma nearly shot up from the bed, when Ross pressed his lips against her hot skin.  “Ross...” she shouted.
    But he just looked up long enough to see the colour painting her cheeks and smile at her.  The salt covered the wet line on her hip and Ross lowered his head again.  The feeling was intoxicating and Emma’s fingers blindly searched for something to hold.  Ross’ silky stands looked like the best idea at the moment and she buried her fingers in them.  The man responded by licking more aggressively at the tender spot, sending beams of light all over her body.
    The body shots were long forgotten by this point, as desperation took over.  Emma’s head had fallen back against the cushions, while Ross crawled up the bed, over her body, humping slowly against her thigh.  His hands snaked under her dress and moved up, taking the soft piece of clothing with them.  Slowly the dress was discharged and Emma was lying under him in just her underwear.

Chapter 4
    There were so many thoughts in Emma’s mind that she was going crazy, but the feeling of his lips on her skin was making it difficult for her to remember that Ross was her stepbrother.  Were they going mad, she wondered?
    “No,” Ross laughed.  “We are just horny and a little drunk.”  Emma suddenly realized that she had spoken her concerns out loud, “Stop worrying so much, Emma.  Enjoy yourself for once.  You can worry all you want tomorrow.”
    That must have been the worst bit of advice ever given to her, but his hot mouth was