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He nodded and turned his back to leave. "Wow, girls are really suffering. He made his girlfriend a second choice for the outing, I feel sorry for her." I said in my head. He turned back to me, "It's not like I like you in the first place, don't think I do because I told you I wanted to hang out with you after all you are my step sis and I can't do nothing with you. Don't put the idea that I want you cause I never do because that's what you ladies do. Good luck and enjoy yourself young lady," his tone icy and funny to me.

“Bring it on, Kaelin. I'm not afraid of you. You don't scare me.” “Oh?” He lifted his brow, smirking. “I love this, Stepsister.” I swallowed back a retort…instead of telling him what was on my mind, I gulped it down, closed my eyes and opened them before levelling my gaze at him. “What do you want me to do?” He cocked his head to the side, roamed his gaze over my body like he had been doing since I got naked before ordering, “Get on your knees and spread those legs for me.”

she said, playing the part of a grieving woman clutching her pearls. "You're still young, Alice. Don't you worry, I'll take care of you." It wasn't long before I learned what that meant. I wasn't her stepdaughter anymore, I was her servant. "Alice, clean the dining room." "Alice, make Clara's breakfast." "Alice, why can't you be more like Clara?" Clara. My flawless stepsister. Beautiful, pampered, and heartless. She thrived under Victoria's regime, lapping up every second of her newfound power.

Step-brother and Step-sister: A drifter gets a call from his father to help him out with a favour. He asks his son to help him babysit his step-sister while he goes on a week-long vacation with his wife. After much consideration, the lonely drifter agrees. What harm can come from watching a kid for a few days? But he soon regrets his decision when he sees his step-sister is a hot sensual teenage girl. Their bodies ignite in a tempting count against the clock.

Everything smelled like cinnamon and pine needles. “Where’s… your husband?” I asked, unsure how to refer to him yet. “Oh! Adrian is in his study finishing a call. He’s thrilled to meet you.” She smoothed her hair. “And oh! You’ll finally meet Cassian too.” My new stepbrother. The mysterious son she hadn’t said much about, except that he was “intense” and “not very social.” Which could mean anything antisocial genius or future serial killer. Great. Before I could ask more, footsteps echoed down the hallway. A tall man entered the foyer broad shoulders, salt-and-pepper hair, warm smile.

“You don’t?” “We don’t live together.” Isabella laughed — a little too loud. “Oh my God, I hope not. That would be weird. You’re his stepsister.” Ainara’s eyes narrowed. Isabella leaned in, voice playful. “You know, there are so many pornos about that trope. Stepsister, stepbrother. It’s a whole genre.” Ainara didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled sweetly. “Do you watch those kinds of p**n, Isabella?”

His balls slap against my clit. “Say it,” he demands, choking me harder. “Tell me whose stepsister you are while I fuck you.” “I’m your stepsister,” I gasp, voice breaking. “I’m your dirty little stepsister slut.” He pulls my hair harder and pounds me mercilessly. I cum again, gushing around his cock, soaking his balls. Kai flips me onto my back on the desk, spreading my legs wide. He looks me in the eyes as he slams back inside.

Marcello was lost in thought about everything he had planned, but the most important thing of all was Monica De Rossi, his stepsister, the daughter of that damned woman. He would never forget that day, the day he hired a private investigator to gather information about them. When he saw her picture for the first time, he could hardly believe his eyes. She was the same woman he had met two years ago on the beach in Viareggio, the woman he had felt deeply drawn to and had never been able to forget since that night. And now, he had discovered that she was the daughter of his greatest enemy. What a cruel twist of fate. "We've finally arrived at the mansion."

The door slammed shut behind us, and before I knew it, I was caged between the door and his powerful frame. "M-Max..." I stammered, my heart threatening to burst out of my chest. His eyes blazed with intensity. "So you don’t want people to know we’re step-siblings, huh?" My throat went dry. "I-I…" The words got stuck in my throat. How could I possibly admit that I hated the title because I wanted to be more than that? That I wanted to be his woman? "Yes, tell me, Bella," he urged, his voice low and dangerous. He leaned in, closing the distance between us until his hard chest brushed against my breasts. "Tell me."

I poured out to her in annoyance and instead of looking shocked like I had expected, she bursted out laughing. "What's so funny?" I questioned grudgingly with a frown and a raised brow. "Can't you see? You're living the typical Step Brother episode. I should write about you both in my next book" she cheered and I rolled my eyes at her. "You can't ever be serious can you?" I replied dryly and waved at the waitress who rushed over to our table shortly after we stepped into the restaurant. "So, tell me. This step brother guy, is he cute?" She teased and batted her eyelashes at me.