Page 1 of Bending Over for My Tw!n

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LILA

He was the first thing I saw when I walked into the kitchen that morning. Shirtless, sweat-slicked, and drinking straight from the carton of orange juice like no one else used the damn thing.

I hated that I stared. That my eyes tracked the way the muscles in his back flexed as he lowered the carton, the way a drop of juice trailed from his lip and down his jawline. He wiped it with the back of his hand, completely unaware of the war he started in my body.

My brother Eli.

“Morning, princess.”

I’d hated that nickname until… I didn't. Until one day, his words made my pussy wet and my nipples hard.

When I didn't respond, he turned around slowly, like he knew the effect he had on me. And he probably did. I didn’t bother hiding it anymore, not when I saw him eye fucking me more than one time.

The smirk he wore was lethal, always had been, and my thighs clenched and my pussy got soaked. “You should put a shirt on,” I said softly. “You’ll get sweat everywhere.” I wanted to lick those droplets off his perfect, muscular chest and swirl my tongue around his nipples.

“You know you like it.”

I wanted to seem disgusted, but we were far beyond pretending any longer.

I walked past him to get to the fridge, trying not to breathe in his scent—that wild, masculine cologne and sweat combo that smelled far too good. But he blocked my way with one arm on the counter.

“You’re up early.”

I didn’t answer. His voice was low, that deep timbre that I thought about at night as I rubbed my clit and got myself off to nasty images of my brother fucking me.

At twenty, I was in college and should have been looking at guys who weren’t related to me. But when I stared at my twin brother, older by only five minutes … no one compared to him.

I didn't want anyone else.

“I heard you come in last night,” I said instead.

Eli smirked. “Yeah?”

“You were drunk,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Sometimes people get drunk, Lila.”

I should’ve moved. Should’ve shoved past him and pretended I didn’t feel the static electricity between us like we were standing in the center of a storm. But I didn’t. I stood there staring, breathing harder than I wanted to.

This low hum left him. “You think about me?”

My heart thudded. Was this the moment where everything was laid out? It terrified me, and I whispered, “Don’t.”

“Why not?” he said, edging nearer. “Scared of what you’ll say? What you’ll admit?”

“Stop, Eli,” I whispered again, but there was no heat in my words. “You’re my brother. My twin.”

Eli smirked, but there was something darker beneath it. “You ever think about how you’re meant for someone?”

My mouth dried after hearing his words. I didn’t know how to respond, but I knew what he meant. Ifeltthat when I was near him.

Eli looked at me like he could see right through me—every dirty thought I’d ever tried to bury, every night I imagined what it would be like if we weren’t who we were.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re even talking about.”

His chuckle and words followed me down the hall. “You sure as fuck do, little sister. And the sooner you give in, the better it’ll be.”

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