Page 38 of Stepbrothers

“Oh, pray tell.” Wendy leaned forward.

“Yeah, are they hot?” Sharon asked.

Clarice opened her mouth and closed it again. What could she say that wouldn’t give away the fact her relationship with her new stepbrothers was hardly turning out to be ordinary?

“Theyarehot!” Sharon pointed at Clarice. “I can tell by your face.”

“Well, they—”

“Got any pics?” Wendy asked. “From the wedding. Of them?”

“No, I don’t think so.” She genuinely hadn’t.

“Ah damn. So tell us, what are they like?”

“Parker works in finance, tall, dark, handsome but kind of grumpy.” Clarice paused. “Hugh is a fireman, and—”

“A fireman. I’ll have that one.” Wendy put her hand up.

“No, I want the fireman.” Sharon stuck out her bottom lip.

“I bagsied him first.” Wendy laughed.

Clarice looked between them. If they knew Hugh and what a bossy bastard he was, they wouldn’t be so keen.

“So is he tall, dark, and handsome, too?” Sharon asked. “Like his brother?”

“He’s similar to Parker. A bit beefier perhaps, probably because he spends his days lugging hoses around.” Clarice pushed away a memory of his wide, muscular shoulders slotted between her thighs as he tongued her clit. Oh yeah, the guy was stacked.

“Is he grumpy, too? You said Parker was.”

“Yep, and serious, they’re both serious, they think they’re always right, too. Cocky, you know.”

“Wow, they sound like a laugh a minute, but I wouldn’t shag them for their sense of humor.” Wendy shut her menu. “When do we get to meet them?”

“I’m not sure you will.” A little fizz of irritation went up Clarice’s spine. She didn’t want Wendy and Sharon around her stepbrothers, flirting and trying to shag them. She knew that fact as well as she knew she’d never walk on Mars.

“Why won’t we? You could have them meet us one Saturday night. At Romy’s or something.”

“So you can fuck them? What would I do?” Clarice frowned. “When you were off with them?”

“You’d have to go fishing elsewhere in the pond. It’s not like you can shag your own stepbrothers.” Wendy laughed. “That would be really fucking weird.”

An image of Parker hurriedly undoing his trousers and pulling out his erection flashed through her mind. Then came the memory of him pounding into her hard and fast, breathless, hot, intent on finding satisfaction for them both. And wow, what a climax it had been.

She swallowed, her mouth dry. She should never have done it, never have allowed it to happen. But it had. It was too late.

And now the thought of him having a wild Saturday night with one of her girlfriends gave her a wave of nausea. Jealousy. Even though she had no right to be. Stepbrothers and stepsisters shouldn’t fuck, shouldn’t give each other oral pleasure. Clearly it was a well-known fact. Wendy had just said so.

She shifted on the seat and was grateful when a waiter appeared to take their order.

Luckily, the conversation moved on to a weekend away in Brighton. Wendy had seen a nice AirBnB that was cheap as chips in November.

“We could take a load of booze, get pissed before we go out, and then find some hookups. It’s got three bedrooms, so no voyeurism.”

“Unless we want there to be.” Sharon laughed.

“It’s been done before.” Wendy giggled. “Remember those three guys we pulled in Newcastle. They were up for anything.”

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