Chapter 87 Stepbrother

• I can’t help the smug grin that spreads across my face at that, my ego stroked, knowing how much she appreciates my massive cock. But then we go quiet for a moment, listening to Dad’s terrible choice in music and her low moans of pleasure as we process each other’s apologies.
• Not feeling so smug now, I press a kiss to her neck and say, “After that…once we started living together and I fell in love with you, I was angry because I couldn’t have you. We were so young, and with our parents being married to each other, I thought we could never be together. Not the way I wanted.”
• She’s momentarily taken aback by my admission, judging by the way she tilts her head, pulling away from me when I try to kiss her jaw. She stares at me with wide eyes for a beat, but then her brows dip, and she bites the inside of her cheek before saying, “Exactly. They’re married, and they’re so damn in love that they’re never going to get divorced. We can’t be together, even if…even if we wanted to.” She’s quick to correct herself when she says, “If you wanted to, I mean.” Becca motions to my hand in her pants and then to my bulging erection, tenting my shorts. “So this needs to stop.”