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See the tension in his shoulders. "Emily is really excited. Dora, too I think. Emily says she is nervous about the change but happy her mom is happy." Richard smiled. "I hope you are being nice to Dora. I know this is weird for both of you. Becoming siblings overnight." Siblings. The word made my stomach turn. We were not siblings. We would never be siblings. Not after what we had done. Not after the way he made me feel. "I am being nice," Nate said and it was technically true. Nice was not the word I would use but he was not being mean. He was being something else entirely. Something dangerous.

“Welcome, world. Today you see the real story behind the Lake House Scandal.” Ethan stepped in front of the camera before I could react. His voice rang out strong and clear. “My name is Ethan Hale. I fell in love with Ava during a blizzard that trapped us together. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t easy. But it’s real. And I will not apologize for loving her.” Ryan moved beside him. “She’s my sister. He’s my best friend. This family has been torn apart by greed and betrayal. But we’re standing united now.”

"If he breaks the Death Star... you have to help me fix it." "Deal," Dad said. "I'm excellent at repairs." Ethan nodded. He felt a weird feeling in his chest. It was a little bit like being scared, but mostly like being excited. Like waiting for a roller coaster to start. He had a sister. Now he was going to have a brother. He looked at the sign. Welcome River. "I hope he likes pizza," Ethan said. "We have a lot of pizza." "I think he'll learn to like it," Mom said, kissing the top of his head.

I chewed and spoke to the camera, a little muffled, "You guys see this? This is the real Arnold Stone. What you saw earlier is just how he gets when he's angry. This is what he's actually like." From the side, Ethan said flatly, "Dad, you just got oil on my shirt. This one cost five grand." "Be quiet." My father shot him a glare. "So what if it got on you? At least I didn't make you clean my shoes. Keep talking, and you're cracking crab legs for the rest of the night." Ethan paused, speechless. A second later, the cold, untouchable CEO quietly put on a pair of gloves and got to work cracking crab legs.

“Hey, who’s that guy next to the pretty girl? Don’t tell me it’s Ethan, the CEO of the New lake Group from Skyrim.” Owen raised an eyebrow, “I always heard Ethan was a high-minded guy who never went to parties like this. I didn’t expect him to show up tonight.” It’s not surprising that Thiago and Owen got it all wrong. Because Kira had four brothers, all quadruplets. Ethan and Axel, in particular, look so similar that they’re easy to mix up if you’re not familiar.

With a gentle smile, Ethan approached the table, his words eager to find their way into the world. "Good morning, Mom and Dad," he greeted them warmly, the excitement evident in his voice. "I had the most incredible dream last night. I was in this different mansion, and everything was so grand. I had blonde hair, and in my dream, I had a brother, not a sister." Ashley and Xavier exchanged a knowing glance, their faces wearing expressions that blended surprise, understanding, and a touch of sadness. Their eyes met Ethan's once again, as if silently asking for permission to delve into the depths of his dream.

Winona did not believe me and even thought I was a conwoman. "Who are you? Why should I believe you? Yvonne is my best friend. Why would she poison me? Harass me any further and I'll call the police." I looked at her and said, "I'm Yvonne's younger sister, Greta. If you don't believe me, look into her bag. The poison is in there." Winona did not believe me and laughed coldly. "You're Yvonne's sister? She has never mentioned having a sister. You didn't even bother to make up a good lie."

“Ethan? Protective?” Deep down, I knew, it was true. He nodded, his expression softening. “You’re his little sister, Alina. He brags about you all the time.” “Wait—he brags about me?” I blinked, trying to process this shocking revelation. “Ethan? The guy who routinely steals my snacks and calls me ‘Shrimp’? That Ethan?” Mr. Wright smiled, like he found my disbelief amusing. “Yes, that Ethan. He’s proud of you, even if he has a funny way of showing it.”

Stepdad resumed fucking me, harder now, his hands spreading my ass cheeks. "Look at this tight hole," he said, pressing a thumb against my asshole. I tensed, but he soothed me. "Relax. We're just getting started." The door opened once more—Ethan, the youngest stepbrother, barely eighteen, with his messy hair and athletic build from soccer. He froze, but Stepdad beckoned him. "Ethan, join us. Family sticks together." Ethan's cheeks flushed, but he complied, shedding his clothes. His cock was the longest, slender and straight, twitching as he watched.

Travis yawned. “I’m okay if you want to go to bed.” “I’ll wait till the brownies are done.” He laughed. “Do any of you guys have brothers or sisters?” I asked. “Yeah. Ethan has a sister, Callie. I’m an only child. Damon has a younger brother, Connor, and sister, Natalia. Kyle is an only child, too.” “Nice.” “You have a brother, Vincent and Stella’s brother is Derek?” “Correct. That’s it.”