Page 94 of Hey, Stepbro

"Um, no, we've got it covered." I hope my face isn't as red as it feels. The last thing I need is for Dad to notice my obvious erection around my stepbrother—even if he is incredibly accepting and supportive.

Brock leans against the counter, watching us with a smirk. "I'll wait here then."

"Sounds good."

I try to sound nonchalant as I plate the last pancake. My mind races with thoughts of Brock—his strong arms wrapped around me, his soft lips pressed against mine, and the way his body feels pressed against mine. It's both exhilarating and terrifying, knowing that he's standing there, looking like a Greek god in nothing but his underwear.

"Breakfast is ready." Dad is blissfully unaware of my inner turmoil. "Let's eat."

"I know what I want to eat," Brock growls. "My stepbro’s cum."

"Seriously, don't talk like that in front of my dad," I squeal, my face burning as I blush furiously.

I can't believe Brock would say something so suggestive with Dad in the room, even if he is preoccupied with flipping pancakes.

"Relax, boys," Dad chuckles, turning around to face us with a knowing smile. "I'm not going to judge you two. I was young and in love once, too."

He sets down the spatula and wipes his hands on a nearby dish towel before continuing. "Besides, it's nice to see you both so happy together. Your mom would be proud of how much you've grown, and she'd adore Brock."

A warm wave of gratitude for Dad's support blooms inside me, but it doesn't entirely quell my embarrassment. I glance at Brock, who seems completely unfazed by the whole exchange, his smirk still firmly in place.

"Thanks, Dad," I mumble sheepishly, still feeling the heat in my cheeks. "It means a lot to hear that."

"Now, let's get these pancakes served up before they get cold."

Brock's eyes dance with mischief as he steps closer, warmth radiating off of his muscular body. It’s almost like he hasn’t given my words one thought.

I try to keep my composure as he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me in for a heated kiss. Our bodies press together, and within seconds, we're both hard, our erections straining against our clothing. My heart races, half from excitement and half from worry that Dad might turn around and catch us.

"Behave," I whisper against Brock's lips, trying to break away. But his grip on me tightens, and he smacks my ass.

"Sorry, I can't help myself," he murmurs, before finally releasing me.

My cheeks burn, but I can't help the smile that tugs at my lips. I shake my head at him and start setting the table, doing my best to ignore the lingering sensation of his touch.

We sit down at the table, and Dad serves us up. "Brock looks like he’s worked up quite the appetite."

"Make sure you save some room for dessert," I tease as Dad places a stack of pancakes in front of Brock.

"With you around, there's always room for dessert," he grunts, his eyes twinkling.

"Okay, okay, enough with the innuendos," I laugh, swatting his arm playfully. "Let's enjoy our breakfast."

"Deal," he agrees, snagging a pancake off the top of the stack with his fingers and taking a big bite.

Just as we’re about to dig into our meal, Brock's dad walks into the kitchen, completing our little family circle. "Good morning, everyone! Wow, those pancakes smell incredible."

"Morning, Dad!" Brock greets him warmly, giving him a quick hug before returning to his seat.

"Good morning," I echo.

I pass the syrup around the table as my dad dishes Brock’s dad up.

As I take a bite of the pancake, its fluffy texture and sweet taste send my taste buds into overdrive. It's like an explosion of deliciousness in my mouth—hands down, the best pancake I've ever had.

"Wow, these are amazing," Brock exclaims around a mouthful, his eyes lighting up with delight. "What's the secret ingredient?"

I blush at his enthusiasm, a glow of pride filling me. "Well," I confess, grinning sheepishly, "the secret ingredient is love."

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