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mirror. It didn't look like I was sweating before, thankfully. I took a couple more breaths. “You can't like him, Sophia, he's your stepbrother,” I said out loud. Drake was handsome, smart, and sexy. But he was also a cocky asshole. I didn't feel convinced. I left the bathroom and bee-lined it to Isabella's office.
     
    “Hey Isabella! Can I ask you a question abo--”
     
    “Sophia, don't worry you'll be fine. Just be yourself,” Isabella interrupted. I decided not to bring up that fact that Drake was my brother. It was better if the whole office didn't know about my home life.
     
    “Thanks Isabella, I was freaking out a bit but I think I'll be fine.”
     
    “No worries. He's a really down-to-earth guy so I know you'll have a great time.” I don't know who she was referring to but the Drake I knew was anything but down-to-earth.
     
    I left Isabella's office and I took a seat back at my desk. I stared off into space thinking about the dinner ahead when a sweet image of Drake kissing me popped into my mind. I tried to shoo it away with a shake of my head. No, it's wrong. He's forbidden, off limits. I shouldn't be thinking about that stuff.
     
    More images flashed before my eyes –his lips touching mine and his hands caressing my voluptuous breasts. I pictured him undressing me slowly and I could feel a wetness between my thighs. Drake's hand moved slowly up my... The phone at my desk rung loudly and I was jolted out of my fantasy.
     
    Oh god, I needed sex.
     
    I've only “done it” once before and you can barely call what we did “sex”. It was five years ago, right after prom. Johnny Masden asked me to the dance and I was genuinely shocked. He was one of the scrawny nerds so he wasn't the most attractive and we had never really talked beforehand. But I was still surprised he asked. I'd never been asked to a dance before because I was considered one of the “big girls.” The prom itself was alright, we danced and ate food. It felt pretty awkward throughout the night but what happened afterward took the cake. We went back to Johnny's old Mazda which was a sorry excuse for a prom limo. We got in and he started kissing me right away. I didn't really feel a connection with him at all and even when we danced, he barely put his hands on me. Even though I wasn't attracted to him, my body was telling me, “Go for it!”
     
    I grabbed Johnny and practically threw him into the backseat. I could feel his hard but small cock through his pants and I slowly started to unzip them. Johnny grabbed my tits and I got really excited. I forcefully pulled his cock out of his pants and began stroking it.
     
    “Ohhhh my God,” Johnny whispered.
     
    There wasn't much room in the backseat but I made it work. He started to lift up my dress and I took off my thong. He didn't really know where to put his dick so I helped him guide it into my dripping pussy. I felt a little bit of pain at first, but the extreme pleasure made up for it. Unfortunately, before I knew it, it was over. A couple of pumps and Johnny was spent. I swear it was over in ten seconds. I guess I couldn't complain since I hadn't had anything since then.
     
    As I came out of my daydream I realized that it was a quarter to five and I was supposed to meet Drake downstairs in fifteen minutes. I got my bag and ran to the bathroom. I fixed my outfit and double-checked my makeup.
     
    “Don't be a goob tonight, Sophia.” I said aloud to myself. “It's just dinner.” But as I heard myself say it, I knew it wasn't going to be “just dinner.” This was going to be dinner with someone important. I took the elevator down and made it outside to find Drake standing in front of a limo.
     
    “Sophia, your chariot awaits,” Drake mused with a smile. He opened the door for me and followed me into the limo. At this point, I was so nervous my palms were sweating buckets.
     
    “Where are we going to dinner?” I asked.
     
    “Can't it be a surprise?” Drake replied