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He smirks. “Yeah, that’s Dad foryou.”

My smile wavers as the annoying pangsneaks into my chest, making me look away from his gaze.

“Does it still bother you?” he asks,caressing my jaw with his thumb. “That I’m your stepbrother?” The questiongives him a short pause. “Fuck, I haven’t said that in a minute.”

I steer my eyes back to him. “Honestly,it’s still kind of...different. I try not to think about it. I don’t want thatto come between us again.”

“It won’t,” he says in a serioustone and kisses me as if to seal the promise.

Afterward, he regards my face, his gazeas intense as ever. “I’m not going to lie. It hurts being so far apart.”

“I know.” I squint at him. “Stillwant me to stay in Cali? It’s not too late. I could transfer to UMD.”

“Stop.” He jerks my body a little. “Thisis your dream. We’ll make it work.”

I playfully pout. “I know, but it’shard.”

Releasing a long breath, he takes myhand and places it on his thick cock. “It sure is.”

“Gosh.” I turn my head in awe. “It’slike you’re on viagra.”

He snorts. “You’re getting sore,aren’t you?”

Apprehensively, I admit it with anod.

“That’s all right. I miss tastingyou.” For emphasis, he dips his tongue out to lick his lips. He slithers downmy naked body until his lower half hangs off the bed.

I spread my thighs for him, shiveringas he runs his warm tongue across my flesh.

When Varen’s right at my achingclit, he peers up at me and teases, “It’s dripping down here.”

“Ah!” I cry out as he sucks on mynub, then slides his tongue between my slick folds.

I gasp and convulse from the brutalpleasure, gripping his hair and bucking against his hot mouth.

Varen swipes his tongue a few timesbefore twirling it inside my pussy.

“Uhh…god, Varen...”

I quiver when he rumbles there. “Youknow it turns me on more when you call out my name.”

He proceeds to tongue-fuck me, andit’s not long until I’m hitching from the surge of ecstasy coursing through my veins,burning hotter and hotter.

The pleasure bomb detonates, and Iarch my back and whimper uncontrollably as my body experiences another incredibleorgasm.

Deciding we can’t stay inside forthe remainder of the weekend, I take Varen on a short evening tour aroundcampus, then to a Mexican Grill for dinner.

We sit at one of the outside tablesto eat and bask in the warm Los Angeles weather.

“So, I’ve been thinking about next spring,”he starts to say while filling his taco shells.

“What about?” I ask before bitinginto my first.

“Let’s go on a trip.” His eyesglisten with mischief. “For your spring break. Just you and me.”

I swallow what’s in my mouth tospeak. “That sounds great. But what about work at the hardware store?”

“A week off is fine.” He sets downhis half-eaten taco. “Besides, I’m ready to move on. Focus more on my future.”

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