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I meant— Breath completely left my lungs. I swallowed hard, my entire body going rigid as a shot of white-hot electricity blasted straight down to my crotch. Every single bloody muscle in my torso tightened. She was soft—incredibly, ridiculously soft—and the direct, perfect pressure of her body heat seeping through my jeans made my brain completely short-circuit. Fuck, this was what I've always tried to prevent. This close, intimate closeness. I had learnt my lesson on the first night we met. Being this close to my fucking stepsister was dangerous, and despite my efforts to keep her at bay, the shitty universe finds a way to thwart that.

I asked clearly not understanding her point. Her eyes burn into mine. “ I don’t do drugs!! I’m literally in my full senses sister…!” “ Then why the hell… what what?!!!!!!!” I didn’t understand what kind of games she was playing this time… but this? “That’s not funny,” I say flatly. “I’m not joking,” she snaps. “Step-sisters. Same father.” My vision blurred as her words hit through my ears. I stare at her, waiting for the punchline that doesn’t come.

"From now on, the only 'girls' you are allowed to enjoy, by accident or design, are the two in my top." Suddenly the door to the room opened and two laughing couples entered. "Sorry, we didn't think anyone would be here this late," stated one of the women. You don't mind if we use the other hot tub, I hope?" As the foursome walked to the second tub, one of the men stared at Steve and the girls. "Aren't you the Anderson sisters? You danced at the Inauguration Ball earlier, right? We watched some of it on TV while we ate dinner. You ladies looked incredible!"

I heard a spiteful voice from above me, and there were girls too standing up the stairs. "Are you really the nerd that he is dating?" Another clamored. "I mean, he cannot lower his standards for a girl like you!" One screamed. "You are really a bitch. First the new hot guy and now Damien. You've got some skills!" 'There was only one way to get out of this mess. Tell the truth that you and Damien are siblings, and that such could never happen between both of you.' 'Then if you tell them, they would become relieved for a second, and probably burn at you again. They would ask why, how and when you guys became siblings, and persecute you for living in the same house with him.'

'I am the Aiden Knight, a millionaire at 25, among the top ten most eligible bachelors of the year according to Forbes. I can get anything and anyone I want, Except one, that's my step sister. I cannot have the one thing I crave desperately' my stepsister. Our story started in Texas. I went on a business trip to look at one of my restaurants in texas. That's when I saw her, Aria William, my memorable one nightstand. And I didn't know that she is my step-sister.

I smirked, my voice low and husky. "What the hell are you saying? Have you gone crazy?" she yelled, furiously. I cupped Allison's face, my lips inches from hers, but she pushed me away, her eyes flashing with anger and her chest raising and falling as she was breathing really fast. "We just met after eight years," she said, her voice firm. "Besides, I'm your sister." I smirked. "Step-sister," I corrected. Her face twisted in disgust. "Should I just call the nurse to push you out from here? I'm tired of you."

She increased her voice as she walked behind me. Just then, I walked downstairs and saw Mrs Cassandra's children, George sitting by the couch and the sitting twerking to his face while he rocked her ass with the sound of the music blasting from the speaker in the living room. "What the hell is going on here?" I could hear myself say but not a word escaped my mouth. I turned my neck to check if Mrs Cassandra was behind me but she wasn't. My eyes froze the moment George grabbed his sister's belly, his hands passing under her pussy as she slammed her butts on his thighs and giggled, with her hands straightening her hair.

I keep my eyes on him, but my posture is relaxed as I don’t deny it and say. “I don’t deny it, and I don’t fuck her; I make love to her, and news flash: she isn’t my sister, she’s my stepsister, so no blood relation between us.” Chase looks over my shoulder, and I know that Hannah is walking toward us. He then steps closer and lowers his voice as he says. “Since she’s fucked you now, she shouldn’t have a problem spreading her legs for anyone else…”

Lucien pov “If anyone is to step out of here. I think that should be him. We are siblings, and he's just a stranger. Don't tell me you've started dating without Papa's permission." A sly grin curled up the corner of my lips as I stared at her and pushed her into an uncomfortable corner. She's probably regretting ever knowing me, but who cares? No way I'm letting that clown get close to her. "Take your stuff off my thighs." She pushed the newspapers off her thighs and snorted, which earned no reaction from me.

The voice came from behind us, pulling my attention just in time to see Daisy walking toward us, flanked by two other women. I immediately returned the ladies to be Kylie and Hailey Simpson. Hollywood’s picture-perfect nepo sisters, famous for being born into the right family and looking like they stepped out of a luxury campaign. I arched a brow. Since when was Daisy friends with them? She’d only been in the industry for a year. Daisy’s gaze landed on me, sliding down my dress with the kind of slow, disapproving scan as if I’d shown up wrapped in recycled grocery bags.