My Stepbrother's Forbidden Touch: The Night I Gave In to Years of Hidden Desire
My Stepbrother's Forbidden Touch: The Night I Gave In to Years of Hidden Desire My Stepbrother's Forbidden Touch: The Night I Gave In to Years of Hidden Desire I felt it the second he walked into the living room that night—a jolt low in my belly, sharp and unwelcome. Alex, my stepbrother, had just come back from the gym, sweat still clinging to his skin, tank top stretched tight across his chest. The scent of him hit me first: clean salt and something darker, masculine. I hated how my thighs clenched together under the blanket on the couch. "Hey, sis," he said casually, dropping his bag by the door. His voice was low, rough from exertion. He called me 'sis' like it was nothing, like it hadn't started feeling wrong years ago. I forced a smile. "Long day?" He shrugged, peeling off the tank top right there in front of me. My eyes betrayed me, tracing the ridges of his abs, the V dipping into his shorts. God, ...