Page 58 of Stepbrothers

“You were crying out with pleasure at the end, writhing, squirming, taking Hugh’s cock into your spasming, orgasmic pussy.”

“Jesus Christ, be quiet.” Once more, she glanced around.

“So you don’t want it to happen again…between us?” he asked.

She swallowed. “I didn’t say that, I’m just a bit confused, that’s all.”

“About what?”

“Why you both want me?”

“Why we both want you…?” He nodded slowly. “Okay. Well apart from the fact you’re stunningly pretty how about you intrigue us.”

“I intrigue you?”

“Yes. You’re a challenge. You speak your mind, poke, rebel, and play the truth with a sleight of hand. Yet at the same time you’re sweet and feminine and beautiful, and there’s this urge to make things right for you, see you happy, protect you from the big bad world.”

No one had ever taken the time to describe her in so many words. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with the information. “I’ve…I’ve survived on my own so far in the big bad world.”

“You’ve survived but have you thrived? Really thrived? Reached anywhere near your potential?”

She shrugged and poked her straw into her cola, clanging the ice cubes together. “And what do you mean, a challenge?”

“You need some direction. Help finding your way.” He carried on eating.

“And when I find this way you think I need to go, then what?”

“Youdoneed to go that way. Follow your dream.” He pointed his fork at her. “Deep down you know that, Clarice.”

“But when I do it, I’ll no longer be a challenge, then you’ll both be bored, right? Move on to the next woman.”

“No, not right.” He shook his head. “You shouldn’t think that, not for a minute.”

“But it’s logical.”

“It isn’t, and I know this whole thing is strange to you right now, it is a bit for us, too, it’s not as if we’ve had a stepsister before, but trust in it, trust us. We only want what’s best for you.”

“So you keep saying.”

“Because it’s the truth, and we’re in the perfect position to look out for you.” He nodded at her pizza. “Eat up.”

“I am.” She picked up her fork and spun it in the melted cheese around a chunk of pineapple.

“Pineapple on pizza is weird.”

“It’s delicious.”

He grinned. “I’ll take your word for it.”

Chapter Twelve

“Eek, it’s starting to rain,” Clarice said when they stepped out of the restaurant into the waning daylight. The bases of the slate-gray clouds were blurred, furry almost, rain seeping from them.

“Want to get a cab?” Parker asked.

“No, it’s only around the corner. Come on.” She broke into a jog.

He kept up with her as she rushed past a dry cleaner’s, a hairdresser’s and a shop selling Polish groceries.

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