Tales of Iniquity ( A collection of short erotic stories)
But right now, none of that mattered.
Because my rude, cocky stepbrother Ethan was balls-deep in his best friend Ryan.
Ethan was twenty, tall and built like he lived at the gym—broad shoulders, dark hair cropped short, tattoos snaking down his arms, and that permanent smirk that made him such an asshole to me. He’d been my stepbrother for three years, and I’d hated how much I wanted him. The way he’d tease me, call me “little sis” in that mocking tone, brush against me in the kitchen like it was nothing. I’d touched myself thinking about him more nights than I could count.