Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

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was a weekend, and Kester said he'd be home all d

said with a grin when h

in a long time. Whenever he visited home, he was

ack singlet made me remember those days

gorgeous,

with just a few careless strands falli

e bobbed when his pink lips

armth that spread across my cheeks at the wa

ling me that soon, right?" I teas

it disappeared instantly, replaced by

en you call me that?" I served our meal and sat down to eat, but I n

e fork in his hand while staring into nothing. His

usly, wondering if my

s had a little bit of a temper problem, but Dad hel

ibility of him snapping at an

slowly shifted his gaze toward me, "What's wrong

mly that it scared me. His countenance ret

ppened, but for the sake of peace and my sanity, I

ust him again, he just... Go

t me a bit uncomfortable. He didn't let me return to my room after break

heartedly as my thoughts swirled

thighs, fondling and massaging them – something that used to seem normal

n I was sitting right next to him. Sometimes, I wonder what goes

tentional motions. I wanted to be anywhere but here, trapped in this heated tension. Moreover, it was alrea

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poke at length. I couldn't deny the feelings blo

an. I impatiently awaited the day he would officially a

- a couple locked in a slow, heated kiss. They were in a dimly l

a screeching halt, shoved into a corner by the heat flooding my cheeks. I

ention he paid to the sc

were intruding on somethi

the screen wasn't just so

s stripping the woman down with

ng fiction and had twisted int

seeing what was happ

hat dim room was

between the

ightening, bur

were the ones

thought that maybe, just maybe... he

e my stomach twist in a wa

ess off, sweeping her off the floor in his

llowe

ch such a scene wi

ied to pull my legs off his lap. I needed sp

amped down on my ankle

rightening kind of calm, his voice almost soothing but la

name

my spine. It felt like possession. Like heat licking across

tly. "I know. It's just... uhm... I need to

He said

color now, and the tension in his face wasn't subtle

as featherlight and almost innocent - but for each stroke he gave, my stomach twisted even tighter. "

es. The scene on the screen grew more intimate. The moans were louder now with the sounds of ragged breathing, m

I coul

all t

his grip, but in my nervous fumbling, the heel of my f

fr

at

on dawned on me. The way his body stiffened

as h

le ones. His eyes weren't just unreadable. They pressed. They burned. Hot, deep, dragging over me like a

, his eyes changing to

s his

one. Now, his eyes devoure

stumbling to my feet so fast I almost fell over myse