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Getting My Stepbrother's D IIIII

Penulis: Ione
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-27 17:28:22

Dean's POV

I stared at her across the short stretch of kitchen island, the half-spiced chicken forgotten behind me, oil still cooling on my skin.

Becca’s cheeks were flushed the same deep pink they’d been last night in that hallway, her mouth parted like she couldn’t quite catch her breath. The short dress she wore barely covered the tops of her thighs. Every time she shifted her weight I caught another flash of bare skin, and the memory of her fingers working between her legs by the pool made
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    Dean's POVI stared at her across the short stretch of kitchen island, the half-spiced chicken forgotten behind me, oil still cooling on my skin. Becca’s cheeks were flushed the same deep pink they’d been last night in that hallway, her mouth parted like she couldn’t quite catch her breath. The short dress she wore barely covered the tops of her thighs. Every time she shifted her weight I caught another flash of bare skin, and the memory of her fingers working between her legs by the pool made my cock throb against the soft fabric of my shorts.“Prove it,” I said.Her eyes snapped up to mine. “What?”“Prove you’re not wet right now.” I turned to the sink, flipped the faucet on, and scrubbed the spice and oil from my hands with more force than necessary. Soap, rinse, dry. When I faced her again she still hadn’t moved. “Do you mean that if I dip my fingers into your pussy right now I won’t find you wet and already soaking?”She found her voice at last, grit it out between clenched teet

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    Becca's POVI stood at the kitchen island with a mug of chamomile tea warming my palms, the short cotton dress I’d thrown on after my shower brushing the tops of my thighs. Mom and Richard had left for Italy before the sun was fully up. Two weeks. Fourteen days alone in this ridiculous mansion with the one person I least wanted to share oxygen with.My mind kept drifting back to the pool.An hour ago I’d been in the water, swimming hard, trying to burn off the restless energy that had followed me out of sleep. But every time I closed my eyes underwater, it was his face I saw. Dean. Dark eyes. That lazy, knowing smile from the hallway last night. The way he’d said sister like it was both a joke and a promise. The images wouldn’t leave. His hands on someone else’s hips. The wet sound of him pulling out. Then, unbidden, those same hands on me.I hadn’t meant to touch myself. I’d only meant to dry off and go inside. But the second I sat on that lounge the need had hit so sharp and sudde

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