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Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

Simone walked almost reflexively up the stairs to her place. She had to pinch herself a couple of times to make sure she was awake… and lo and behold, it was no dream. William, her stepbrother whom she had been daydreaming about since her college days, had asked her to be his lover.

He puts on the shirt and stretches his hand forward. “Melanie, right?” I almost frown. But whatever, I'm just another ass and pussy to him. I accepted his hand with a fake smile that didn't reach my eyes. “It's Adeline actually.” He's wearing an easy smile, one that says so much about our little secret. My eyes water and I almost want to punch him and throw up on him. But then I'll be forced to explain why I just had an intense sexual moment with my new step brother.

And her brother was helping her get away with it! She glanced at him. He was fighting the impulse to close his eyes, but doing so would prevent him from seeing his hot topless sister who was masturbating in front of him. His eyes were already constricted to tiny slits. Stephanie grinned, appreciating the sincere awe and attraction her brother had for her through her fog of want. And she was forced to admit that she felt a strong attraction to him as well. She retracted her glance to his abdomen and once again pondered her brother's immaculate cock's extreme length and thickness. She didn't believe she would be able to enclose it with her fingers if she were to take over his stroking. It appe

He gestures vaguely. “What’s happening to you?” I ask, not liking that I’m seeing him this vulnerable. Allister has never been this vulnerable, ever. He always has his shit together. Always a step ahead of everyone, and knows what to expect from situations and what not. So, he’s always emotionally ready to deal. I watch him shake his head. “It’s a lot for me. I could take anything, but not this one.” “What?” “I don’t even know where to start.” He looks at me and chuckles. “I have a fucking stepbrother,” he breathes out, almost like it burns his tongue to say the words.

" The professor didn’t make it so I stepped out. What's up with you? How are you enjoying your new home and new stepbrother?" I groan just at the mention of him. Images that have no business being in my head creep into my mind like nightmares on a stormy night. Images of Josh sliding into me while he whispers filth in my ears. Images of Josh on his knees before me, eating me up like I'm his favorite desert. I groan and push said memories out of my head. “It was bad enough that Mom is getting remarried. Turns out the guy that gave me the best sex of my life is my stepbrother, Josh.”

"How to touch yourself. How to suck cock. How to ride. How to make a man lose his fucking mind. And most importantly — how to come so hard you forget your own name." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "But you're my stepbrother." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "And?" He raises an eyebrow. "We're not related by blood. Our parents have been married for three years and we've barely spoken ten words to each other. The only thing between us is a piece of paper." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He's right. I know he's right. But still— _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Watching everyone else celebrate love while I drowned in self-pity. I took another sip of the warm champagne and grimaced. "You look like you're contemplating jumping off a bridge,” a voice came. I looked up. My stepbrother, Theo, was standing beside my table, with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was wearing a dark suit that fit him perfectly, the jacket open, and the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows. His dark hair was slightly messy, like he'd been running his hands through it. His jaw was sharp and his eyes were warm.

He noticed that? "Does that bother you?" I blurted out without even thinking and I felt alot more worse when he didn't respond in a long stretch of time. "My mom married his Dad a number of weeks back" I explained and watched as his face lit up and he creased his brows together as though trying to make more meaning from my simple explanation. "So, he's your Brother?" He questioned all too brightly and I'm not exactly sure but he seemed really relieved by my revelation. "Well, Step Brother actually" I corrected with a shrug but that part didn't seem to matter to him at all with the way he waved it off.

I love your clothes, you look hot in them. "Is that the kind of stupid compliment, you are supposed to be saying to your stepsister." I frowned and he just laughed at me. "I'm not buying that, you are Scarlet's boyfriend and you are not supposed to be saying such a thing to me. Buzz off." I sarcastically attempted to walk away, when he held my arm. "So, you accept me as your Stepbrother." He chuckled. "It kind of feels weird, saying Stepbrother, just refer to me as your brother, since we are going to be family anyway?'