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Tristan’s handsmy hips firmly as he used his new hold to si hiainstthe invitation of ainst his

As our kiss deepened, our tongues exploring and probing against each other Our new position on the couch forced his pelvis against ainst s and I couldn’t resist the urge to push back against the hard ridge I felt groithin the confines of the jeans he earing

“I thought I’d never see you again” He breathed against my skin as his mouth left a trail of fire where ever his lips touchedhis words intoit up “I never thought you’d grow up to be so damn…” He’d pulled my sweater up over my breasts and his hands had freed my breasts frompiercing little lightning bolts coursing through s

My ainstthe contours ofover my midriff on their way to the fly of my jeans

I couldn’t deny my attraction to him I couldn’t pretend I didn’t want every kiss, every touch, every spiraling sensation that was h me at this moment But he was my brother, wasn’t he? Even if he’d only been family for a short time, did that make it OK? Was it acceptable if I didn’t really remember him very well from back then?

How did it work? Once a stepbrother, always a stepbrother?

His hands hadme to slide further down on the couch Under his and freeathis way down, his ar them apart

I arched led my hands in those thick dark locks of hair as his an a sweet torture to drive any further concerns of our forbidden past from my mind

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