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"IN LOVE WITH MY STEPBROTHERS" EPISODE 8"


IN LOVE WITH MY STEPBROTHERS

Episode 8

"That’s enough!”


We both jerk our mouths apart and look down the hallway to see Luke standing there. His chest is rising and falling with deep, angry breaths and his fists are clenched at his sides. He’s livid, but I can’t tell if it’s because I’m kissing Sarah or because he wants to be the one doing the kissing.


Sarah and I realize the position we’re in and I slowly let go of her, allowing her to slide down my body so my erection rubs against her body on the way down. Once she’s free from my arms she takes a reluctant step back. She brings her hand to her lips and touches them like she is trying to remember what just happened. She looks like she’s savoring my taste on her lips and it does strange things to my ego.


I look back and forth between Luke and Sarah and I have nothing to say. I don’t know what we just did, but I know it felt perfect. It was the most gorgeous moment of my life, and Luke ruined it.


I start to speak when Luke barrels down the hall and blows past us. He doesn’t even look at us when he leaves us standing there. After a moment of shocked silence I hear the front door slam and his car peel out of the driveway. I look over at Sarah and she’s got tears in her eyes.


My instincts kick in and I pull her to me, wrapping my arms around her again. This time it’s only for comfort as I feel her start to shake from crying.


“Shhh. It’s okay, Sarah. He’ll be back and I’ll talk to him. Everything will be okay.” She nods her head in acknowledgement but squeezes me tighter.




I pull her face back and look into her eyes. “Hey, you okay with what just happened?”


*Sarah POV*



Am I ok with what just happened? I’m not even sure what just happened. One minute I feel like I’m getting everything I ever wanted and the next I feel like I’ve taken a sucker punch.


“I’m not sure how I feel about it, Logan.” That’s the truth if I’m honest with myself. I’ve dreamed about kissing Logan for years; the reality is a lot different. I want it again – God, do I want it again – but the look on Luke’s face cut deep. I’m not sure if it was rage or disgust I saw there but it struck me to the core.


“Well, sweet little Sarah, I think it’s about time we all got real and stopped pussyfooting around what’s really going on.”


I’m a little taken aback by his words. Does he mean that he wants me or that they want me? I’m worried that if I say the wrong thing I could anger him. Would it make him mad to know I don’t just want him and that I want his brother too? Is he looking for it to just be him and me? Because I don’t think I can have it that way. Logan and Luke make up the perfect man. Logan is the light that offsets Luke’s darkness. While Luke is the strong silent protector, I believe he feels the deepest and loves the hardest. I always imagined in my fantasies that his touches would be hard and demanding while Logan’s would be soft and sweet, just like he is.


Choosing my words carefully I try to figure out what he’s getting at. “I’m not sure what you mean,” I whisper while picking at the hem of my shirt. I pull at an imaginary thread so I don’t have to look at him.


All of a sudden Logan pushes his body into mine, backing me against the wall.


“All right¸ if that’s how you want to play this. I’ll just show you what I mean,” he says while he teases my ear with his teeth. I feel his five o’clock shadow against my neck and my body breaks out in goosebumps. I feel his hand slide down my body and cup my pussy. My body betrays me and pushes itself farther into his hand. I have no control over my hips as they undulate beneath his touch.


“If I dropped to my knees right now, would you have a tiny wet spot on those white cotton panties, or would they be drenched?”


I know without a doubt that if he did indeed drop to his knees, not only would he find a wet spot, I might just orgasm from his inspection. Nodding my head yes is the only reply I give. I don’t know how to answer that question without breath in my lungs. I’m not used to such crude words being spoken to me. I’m not na├»ve, but I sure as hell don’t know how to deal with what’s happening. I’m not certain if I should run, or try to move my hips so his flingers slip inside my panties.


“Tell me, Sarah, is that wetness seeping through your underwear a result of what I’m doing to you, or that orgasm I heard you giving yourself before I knocked on your door?” he whispers against my ear as he rubs my clit through my underwear.


“Please,” I respond intensely, not even sure why I chose that word. Please stop or please keep going? I’m pretty sure I want him to continue, because my body is once again pushing farther into him.


“Hmm…I see you’re going to be a greedy little girl. Luke is going to have his hands full with you,” he chuckles. The mention of Luke’s name brings me out of my needy haze. “Luke?” I question, rolling my hips and thrusting myself harder against him. All I need is a little more, I silently plead.


“Yes. Luke, our brother who just stormed out of here like I stole his favorite toy.”


Is he admitting that he wants us together, or that he’s going to give me over to Luke?


“You’ll soon learn that Luke can be quite demanding and controlling when it comes to the bedroom, whereas me? Well, I’m sure you’ll have me wrapped around your finger in no time. Fuck, who am I kidding? You already do. I’m not sure I could deny you anything, princess. Like right now. You want to cum, don’t you, baby girl? Ask me to make you cum and I’ll do it.”
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