Page 7 of Stepbrother For Christmas

With lightning speed, Chase and I break the kiss and separate quickly. Then we look at each other, panicked.

Did mom see us kissing? Is that why she said ‘Oh my God?’

“What’s wrong, Mama?” I ask, fearing her reaction.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” my mom says over her shoulder. “I just spilled some hot chocolate on the distressed woodgrain coffee table.”

Phew, she didn’t see us!

“I’ll be back with some napkins to wipe that up,” mom adds with a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” Chase whispers to me. “I shouldn’t have done that. I just kind of lost it for a moment and well you know what I did.”

My heart is racing and my hands are sweaty from our secret kiss. “Don’t be sorry! Thank you for helping me escape the bad luck from this.”

“Thankfully, though, our huge Christmas tree hid us from sight.”

“Speaking of huge…” I breathe.

Oh wow. His erection is protruding through his pants!

“Fuck, sorry.” Chase tries to adjust his cock so his hard-on is not as obvious, but suddenly we hear footsteps heading our way. “Shit. There’s no time. Quick, hide it with your body,” he says before pulling me in front of him.

Sweet Lord…

For the rest of the evening, I avoid eye contact with Chase as we sip our hot chocolates. Mostly because I feel like what we did is written all over my face.

As the minutes pass by, Mom and Jim tell us about their time in Hawaii. I listen attentively and smile a lot. But soon afterward, I can’t help replaying the kiss with Chase in my head.

My goodness, my panties are so wet right now.

I want him in a way that I’ve never wanted any guy, and judging from his erection, I’d say that he wants to do more than just kiss. I inwardly pat myself on the back and then I make a decision. I don’t know much about sex, but I’d let Chase teach me everything he knows.

CHAPTER 3

Chase

The next morning…

Christmas Eve

“Emma told me all about yesterday, and all I can say is that I’m shocked,” Carol says to me as I walk into the kitchen.

Fuuuck. She told on me!

“She did?” I can feel all of the color drain from my face. “I’m sorry. It was all my fault. I never should have—”

“Why would you apologize? You’ve done nothing wrong.” Carol shakes her head. “It’s just that Emma’s never turned down a trip to the mall, so I was surprised to hear that she decided not to take you up on that offer.”

A wave of relief washes over me. “Oh…Emma told you about the trip to the mall that I offered her yesterday. Yeah. I thought that she might want to replace her winter gloves.”

Suddenly Emma strolls into the kitchen, looking even more beautiful than yesterday, her long hair loose.

She looks like sunshine.

The sight of her steals the breath from my lungs.

Christ. I want her so fucking bad.

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