Page 14 of Stepbrother For Christmas

Her hips buck up against my mouth. “Aaahhhh!”

“Shhh…” I reach up and shove a pillow over her mouth to muffle her moans. Then I go back to eating her out until she has a body shaking orgasm.

A few minutes later, I come up from under the blankets and hug her to me. Then I bury my nose in her hair. She smells amazing. “Are you warmer now, angel?” I whisper against her ear.

She sighs adorably. “I’m definitely warmer now.”

“Good—all the more reason for you to go right to sleep.”

“And if I don’t?” she asks, her voice impish and playful.

“Well, let’s just say that you don’t have a pillow thick enough to hide your moans as I fuck you to sleep.”

Her mouth falls open in disbelief. “But Chase…I don’t even know how.”

“What?”

“I’m a virgin,” she admits, her eyes looking down.

I cup her chin and lift her gaze to meet mine. “You won’t be for long if I don’t leave right now,” I admit. Then I press my mouth to hers one more time before sneaking out of her room.

CHAPTER 8

Emma

The next day…

Christmas

The dinner guests begin to arrive—most of whom are distant relatives of ours, and a few of mom’s very close friends. It’s been so long since I’ve seen them, let alone had dinner with them.

Hugs and hellos are exchanged as we all head into the living room to chat.

They all have a lot of questions about the wedding and what it’s like in Hawaii. Then after pre-dinner appetizers, my mom takes out her wedding photo album and gleefully recounts how she and Jim hiked all the way to the northern tip of Manoa Falls. I’ve already heard this story, so I decide to disappear into the kitchen and proceed to open another bottle of merlot for the dinner table.

After a few minutes, someone enters the kitchen. It’s my cousin—Christina. She and I were inseparable when we were younger and often asked each other girl talk questions at sleepovers. Nowadays, though, it feels like we’ve grown apart due to going to college in different states.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” Christina asks.

“No.”

She rests her arms on the counter and leans forward. “Why not? I would think you’d be beating guys off with a stick by now.”

“Can we talk about something else?”

She laughs. “You’re too picky. You’ve always been too picky.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” I throw the question back at her.

“Yes.” She smiles. “His name is Ryan and he's studying to be a veterinarian. We met at an art festival,” she explains quickly. “Now let’s get back to talking about you. Come to think of it, Ryan has a brother who I could introduce you to. Oh my God, imagine if we both married brothers and spent many years together. We could all live on the same block.”

“Wow, imagine that!” I say, indulging her.

She giggles. “So do you want to hang out with us some day?”

I’m about to answer but suddenly, I hear a glass shatter.

It’s Chase. He’s standing by the kitchen’s other entrance into the dining room. Embarrassment fills me. Did Chase hear this whole conversation?

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