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Mom was sure to let me know that tomorrow was going to be a little hectic since I was going for the school registration yadah-yadah, but school was the last thing on my mind. After settling in my new bed, I fished out my phone and shot a quick text: The boy from my mom's wedding, he is my stepbrother!

’ His message read and I almost choked on the water in my mouth. ‘No, I don't.’ I quickly sent a reply, biting on my lower lips, almost drawing out blood. ‘You gave me head job and I cummed in that little mouth of yours. I wished I could cum in that little cunt of yours next.’ My core instantly throbbed upon reading his message and my nipples hardened more until it hurts. I was turned on in front of Mom, my stepdad and my step-sister and it was all because of my step-brother's dirty words.

Rich into rich huh? I opened the doors almost immediately after the call. I can feel my hungry stomach growling. Mom is out of town with her husband so I guess I'm really stuck with my rude step brother. I was beginning to think my attraction to him was my punishment. This was karma. While he had touched me, I’d wished for someone else, and that someone came in the form of him being my step brother. I heard my step brother in the foyer talking with some associate. I understood my attraction to the man. His hands were rough, his voice deep, his presence commanding . . . he checked all the boxes I needed but didn’t want.

My forehead wrinkled in confusion. “What? How does that affect all of this mess? We would have just had a normal step-sibling relationship and life would have been so much easier.” “That’s where you get it wrong, Rosalie. We could have never had a normal step-sibling relationship. That was never going to happen.” “Why?” “Why? Are you kidding me now, Rosalie? What kind of stepbrother wants to see his stepsister cum? Huh? What kind of stepbrother strokes his dick in the shower imagining his stepsister choke on his cock?”

She wasn't happy when I brought Anita up, and I wasn't in the mood to listen to her whining, so I didn't tell her what I was really thinking. I missed Anita, though, a whole lot, but I also knew that she was right. Our parents were about to be married, so we would legally be step-siblings. Even if we didn't have blood between us, people would talk if they knew we were together, and it might hurt our parents too, now that they were about to get married. "Evan!" I groaned. "I got you, just be quiet, it's distract-ing." "You're already distracted," she scoffed. "Drive already."

’ He whispered, stepping into the bathtub too. I leaned forward so he was sitting in the tub and I was sitting on him. Fuck. ‘You want me to touch you.’ He murmured against my ear, his tongue trailing around my neck as his fingers crossed over to my belly button. I became hot as I gasped, feeling the heat radiate everywhere in my body. “Hmm. Martil.’ I moaned, closing my eyes. “Corleone!” I heard my mom’s voice. Shit. I had been fantasizing about my stepbrother. Oh my God. This really had to stop.

Lucas asks, jaw tight. I shove my phone in my pocket and rub my temple, preparing myself for the avalanche of emotions I'm about to witness. “That was my stepbrother. Our stepbrother. Mom remarried.” His face goes pale, and I feel my lips curl. That's right, Lucas. You're not the only one who's moving on.

I had been poor before, and while we're now comfortable since Mom's dental practice had been doing well, Charles was clearly Bill Gates rich, well, maybe not as rich but quite close. "Ok," I mumble, lost in thought. As I descend the stairs, my face smashes into something, or someone warm but firm, the scent of pine nuts and aftershave fill my nostrils. I look up slowly at the handsome face. Oh. My breath catches in my throat, green eyes, pink lips, and his sandy blond locks. He definitely won the lotto at the gene pool. A single thought floats into my head. I'm in deep trouble if this is my new stepbrother.

To see us as brothers and sisters but the harder in the future they become. All of my good girl moral vanishes when it comes to my stepbrother, Ryder Saint. When it comes to him my thoughts were more than just the girlish fantasies of an inexperienced women were downright sinful. I cannot simply stop myself from wanting to have him. I close my eyes and let my thoughts wander.

Kaitlynn Elton doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. I slapped my hand over the message, hoping no one else had seen what he’d written, and sent him a stern glance of reprimand. He refused to look my way, but the smug smile on his face let me know he was well aware of how much he’d just embarrassed me. What a jerk. I had such a wicked, evil stepbrother… Who I loved probably more than anyone else alive.