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My Stepbrother's Forbidden Touch: The Night We Finally Gave In to Years of Hidden Desire My Stepbrother's Forbidden Touch: The Night We Finally Gave In to Years of Hidden Desire It started with a glance across the kitchen table that lingered too long. My heart slammed against my ribs as his eyes—dark, knowing—locked onto mine. I felt heat bloom low in my belly, a traitorous pulse between my thighs that made me shift in my seat. God, why did looking at him always do this to me? He was my stepbrother. We'd grown up under the same roof since I was sixteen, him twenty. Off-limits. Wrong. But the way his gaze dragged over my lips made my breath hitch, made me wonder what his mouth would feel like if he ever closed the distance. Three years had passed since college scattered us, but now we were both back home—me between jobs, him after a breakup that left him quiet and brooding. Mom and Dad were away for the weekend, some anniversary cruise. T...

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, ...