Page 118 of Stepbrothers

“Yeah, since the weekend.” He moved a breadboard from the island and set it on the counter beside the sink. Then he followed with a loaf of bread and two plates. He swept a few crumbs into his palm and dropped them in the trash.

She stared at the wide, sparkling surface. His slow, deliberate movements were making her even more nervous.

“Come here.” His steely glare was back. His dark eyes flashing.

“What?”

“You heard.” He slapped his palm on the island. “Come. Over. Here.”

She swallowed, her throat tight, and stepped to the end of the long island.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what’s going to happen,” he said, stepping in close and his breath hot beside her ear. “You know me and my brothers well enough to know we demand obedience.”

“You don’t own me,” she said, her buttocks tingling. A spanking was highly likely to be in her future.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He lifted his hand from the island’s surface. “You’re our little sister, and we want the best for you.” He paused, came closer still, his chest skimming her shoulder. “And we’ll do whatever it takes to ensure that’s what happens.”

A tremble caught in her spine as she stared at a bottle of olive oil with a label holding the image of an old tree ripe with fruit.

“So bend over,” he said in a low growl. “Right now.”

“But, I—”

“I said, now.”

Still she didn’t move. Her heart was thumping and her mind whirring. How could she get out of this? “Surely you understand that I needed a day to decompress.”

He tipped his chin, studied her.

“A day to myself.” She pointed at the sofa.

“Yes, I do understand that but you should have said something this morning.”

“I wish I had.” She frowned.

“And we could have talked about it.” He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. “Yet now the damage is done. Bend over, Clarice, so I can spank your naughty, brattish ass.”

“Let’s be honest here, Trig, you just want to pink up my butt.”

“Bend over,” he said again with zero patience left in his voice.

She bit on her bottom lip and did as he’d asked, pressing her chest to the hard surface and her breasts flattening. She spread out her fingers and curled her sockless toes on the floor. God, why did the position feel crazily sexual as well as mortifying?

“Now push down your sweats,” he said, “offer me your bare bottom for spanking.”

“You’re sadistic, you know that?”

He kind of growled. “If I have to do it, you’ll have earned yourself an extra fifty spanks.” He paused. “Think about it. Is that something you really want?”

An extra fifty? How many was he planning on giving her?

“No. That’s not what I want. I don’t want any spanks at all.”

“You should have thought about that, wildcat.”

And so, with slow movements, she hooked her fingers into her waistband and slid her soft sweats over her ass cheeks, exposing her panties.

“You really think I’m going to spank you over knickers,” he said gruffly though she was sure there was a hint of excitement in his voice. He was enjoying the fact he had a reason to spank her, she was sure of it.

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