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Seducing my Stepbrothers 2
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The lakehouse looked exactly the same.Quiet. Empty. Still smelling faintly of cedar and late summer air. But stepping through the front door felt different now—like crossing into a memory too charged to stay buried.This was where it all began.Where I got drunk enough to stop pretending.Where I kissed my stepbrother.Where I let him into my body.Where I accidentally, undeniably, got pregnant.I dropped my overnight bag by the door and stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the couch. I could still feel him there—his hands gripping my hips, his lips on my throat, his voice thick and low as he whispered my name like it was the only word that mattered.I shouldn’t have come back.But I needed space. Needed to breathe. Needed to remember that this was my life now. My choice. My baby.But before I could settle into the silence, I heard the front door creak open behind me.I froze.“Couldn’t let you run again,” Caleb said softly.I turned, heart thudding. “You followed me?”
Love Affairs with my Stepbrothers Pregnant with my stepbrother’s child 2
Three weeks. That’s how long it had been since the night I slept with my stepbrother. Since the night Caleb kissed me like I was oxygen, touched me like he’d been starving, and moved inside me like we were made for each other. Since I ran from him without looking back. I hadn’t spoken to him since. He texted me once. “Are we going to talk about it?” I didn’t reply. What was I supposed to say? “Hey, I let you screw me without protection and now I’m panicking every time I pee?” No thanks. I paced my bedroom floor, my nerves stretched thin, fingers fidgeting with the edge of the unopened pregnancy test on my desk. I’d stared at the box for twenty minutes. I could already feel the truth sitting heavy in my gut. Late. Sore. Nauseous when I brushed my teeth that morning. Something was wrong. No—something was different. I finally snatched the test off the desk and marched to the bathroom, heart thudding like a war drum. Minutes passed. I couldn’t breathe as I
Love Affairs with my Stepbrothers Pregnant with my Stepbrother’s child 1
The lakehouse was too quiet.Everyone had already left—Mom, her new husband, and the other guests from the family gathering. They’d driven off in a noisy pack, leaving behind only the wine bottles, leftover cake, and the two people who never quite got along.Me.And Caleb.My stepbrother.I stood at the edge of the dock in my oversized sweatshirt and cotton shorts, sipping the last of the rosé straight from the bottle. The sun had dipped low, casting orange streaks across the water, the breeze cool on my bare legs.I wasn’t drunk—just buzzed enough to stop caring.I shouldn’t have stayed behind. I told myself it was to enjoy the peace, to get some reading done. But in truth, I didn’t want to go back to the city just yet. Back to my apartment. Back to the mess of a breakup I hadn’t told anyone about.Especially not Caleb.Speak of the devil.Footsteps padded behind me, heavy and casual.“Didn’t peg you as the type to drink alone,” Caleb’s voice rumbled behind me.I didn’t turn around.
Love Affairs with my Stepbrothers My Stepbrother stole my pants 2
The silence stretched between us like a live wire.Mason stood frozen in the middle of my room, the door closed behind him, candlelight flickering across the hard lines of his jaw. I could feel the heat radiating from his body—close but not touching.“I’m serious,” I whispered, my fingers still hooked in the waistband of my pants—his pants—well, my pants, technically.He looked down at my hand, then back at my face. His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them, like something inside him had finally snapped free.“You want me to earn them?” he said slowly, voice rough.I nodded. “Take them off. Let me watch.”His jaw flexed, and then—without a word—he reached for the waistband and began to lower them.But not fast.Painfully slow. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he pushed them over his hips, revealing the thick bulge straining in his black boxers. The pants pooled at his ankles.He stepped out of them and kicked them aside like they didn’t matter anymore.My mouth went dry.He was s
Love Affairs with my Stepbrothers My Stepbrother stole my pants 1
There were two things I was sure of that morning.One: I had definitely put my favorite gray sweatpants in the dryer last night.Two: My stepbrother, Mason Blake, was an absolute menace.“Where the hell…” I muttered, digging through the warm dryer again, tossing aside shirts and socks. Nope. No pants. No trace. Just a whole lot of nothing.I slammed the dryer door shut and stormed out of the laundry room in a tank top that barely covered my ass and a pair of bright pink panties I hadn’t planned on showing to anyone.Too bad my stepbrother didn’t count as “anyone.”“Mason!” I shouted, marching down the hall, heart pounding from both fury and… something else I refused to name.I threw open his bedroom door without knocking, and what I saw made me freeze—and made my thighs clench involuntarily.There he was.Lying across his bed like he owned the world, shirtless, toned abs on display, one hand behind his head like some sort of smug Greek god. And what was he wearing?My. Freaking. Sweat
Love Affairs with my Stepbrothers Seducing my Stepbrothers 2
The storm hit just after midnight.Thunder rolled like a growl across the mountain. Rain pelted the windows in angry sheets. And then—with a sudden flicker—the lights went out.I lay in bed for a moment, listening. The whole cabin was dark, quiet, but I knew I wasn’t the only one awake.The house felt… charged. Like something was about to happen.I slipped out of bed and pulled on my silk robe—thin, barely-there, barely tied. No underwear. No shame.I padded barefoot down the creaky stairs, candle in hand. The living room glowed dimly—soft light from a few candles someone had already lit. Probably Noah. He was the sweet one.But it wasn’t Noah I saw first.It was Luca—shirtless, sprawled on the couch, drink in hand again. The candlelight danced over his abs and tattoos, his smirk lazy but sharp.“Well, well,” he murmured. “Look who couldn’t sleep.”I didn’t answer. I just walked to the couch, letting the robe shift open ever so slightly as I sat between him and Noah, who was curled up
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