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She cleaned her tears with the back of her hand, while adjusting herself too. I watch her go, dropping helplessly back on my bed. Why am I so hesitant to reject Damien? The idea of rejecting him makes it difficult for me to breathe and yet my Mom was right. We would never be right, he was my stepbrother, we were raised as close as siblings without blood relationship should be. Did I commit a crime so big that the moon goddess decided to punish me like this? I glanced at the door with blurry eyes as it opened and Damien stepped in.

The lakehouse was too quiet. Too far from town. Too hidden. Too dangerous. I stepped into the cabin with a duffel slung over my shoulder, already regretting every second of this trip. My dad had married their mom just six months ago, which made the seven men inside this place my stepbrothers. Not brothers by blood, but by law—and that only made it worse. They were older. Hotter. Hungrier. And they knew it. Jax looked up from the leather couch as I entered, dark eyes scanning me like I was prey. “You’re late,” he said, voice gravelly, low.

"This is going to sound so wrong, so weird... I... I have feelings for someone I really shouldn’t." I bit my lip hard, watching her expression twist in anticipation. She almost burst out laughing but held herself back. "Girl! What is it? BDSM? Poly? Tell me!" I swallowed. "My stepbrother." "Holy flipping balls. Your what!?" "I know! It’s insane!" "Yeah, it is—but hey, you only live once. So... is he hot?" "Hot? He is sin. Like, walking temptation. Honestly, it’s exhausting... How do I stop myself from getting turned on just thinking about him?"

“I crossed the line with you that night. You were fun in bed… but I’m bored now.” “What?” He completely froze, his green eyes searching mine in disbelief as I pushed him away. “I’ve stepped into my real life, and I don’t need you anymore, Max.” My heart shattered into a thousand pieces behind the cold smile I forced onto my face. “It’s disgusting to be in love with my stepbrother,” I said, walking past him. “I don’t even want to remember us together.”

"You don't mean that." "Don't I?" His hand came up, his fingers catching a strand of her hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger like he couldn't help himself. "I've been trying not to mean it for months. Trying to convince myself that what I feel is appropriate. Brotherly. Protective." "It should be," Inés whispered, but she didn't step back. Couldn't step back. "You're my stepbrother." "I know." His eyes were dark, intense, burning with a desire that made her knees weak. "Believe me, I know. But that doesn't change the fact that watching another man touch you makes me lose my fucking mind."

“You’re not telling me to stop.” I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. The fire crackled beside us, casting dancing shadows across his sharp jaw and the faint scar on his forearm. Outside, the wind howled, snow battering the windows as if the storm itself wanted to trap us here forever. “I… I should,” I whispered. My voice sounded small, shaky. Pathetic. “You’re my stepbrother, Kane. This is wrong. Mom and Dad just died. We’re grieving. We’re stuck here. We can’t—”

Pathetic, right? He was pulling his black sweatpants back on, the ones that hung low on his hips, showing the sharp V-line and the edge of that tattoo that hid below his waistband. Twenty-two years old, three years older than me, and built like he spent half his life in the gym or behind the wheel of those illegal street cars he raced. He was my step brother… and my dirty little secret. “Fuck, that was close,” Liam muttered, running a hand through his messy dark hair. His gray eyes flicked toward the door like he expected his dad to bust in any second. “William was still up when I snuck out. Had to wait forever.”

“But we both know the truth… you’re my dirty little sister now.” I whimpered into his mouth, already aching for more… Being fucked by my big brother was the best thing about this camping trip. And having his thick cock stretch me open, claim me, and ruin his own little sister right under our parents’ noses was the greatest gift I could have received since I turned eighteen. There was nothing else I could ask for. Not the fresh air, not the bonfire stories, not the starry sky above the lake. None of it compared to the feeling of Ryder’s thick cock stretching me open, claiming me, ruining his own little sister.

Stephanie’s POV: When I finished eating, I went back to my room since there was nothing else to occupy my time. I grabbed a book from the small stack on my desk and settled onto my bed, allowing myself to sink into the soft mattress. My body sprawled across the bed as I began to read. At least, I tried to read. The words blurred on the pages, refusing to stick in my mind. My thoughts wandered, drifting to places I didn’t want them to go—specifically, from one brother to another.

he said and the line went dead. I pressed my back against the cold brick wall, folding in on myself. I couldn’t stop shaking. I felt trapped, hunted, like a bird in a snare. Stephen my stepbrother always found a way to corner me, to remind me I wasn’t truly free. A wave of terror washed over me. What if he took my freedom again? What if I never escaped him? A hand brushed my back and I screamed, raw and terrified until I turned and saw Adam standing there, wide-eyed, reaching for me.