What do you do when the man from a one night stand turns out to be your stepbrother? 
Do you forget that incredible night or…do you commit the same sin again and again?
For Jade Evans, caught amidst her mother's new marriage and the turmoil it brings, an alcohol-fueled encounter on the hills leads to a shocking revelation- the stranger she shared an unforgettable night with is none other than her soon-to-be stepbrother.
But that's not it- the man she encounters on the wedding day isn't the one she spent that passionate night with. Instead, he's someone closely associated with him. Now that all three of them have to stay under the same roof, surely, nothing can go wrong...right?
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"Remember when you said you'd drink me all up?" I projected my thoughts into his mind, interrupting his stream of thoughts.
His body seemed to freeze, his eyes snapping in my direction.
"What? Surprised?" I casually brought a piece of toast to my mouth, taking a bite. 
His jaw clenched visibly, clearly rattled as he lowered the glass without taking a sip, unfastening the first few buttons of his black shirt.
Fuck! I wanted to see him just as exposed as that night.
As for Chase, he didn't spare me a word. 
"I've got to admit, Stepbrother," I chuckled inwardly, confident he could hear my thoughts, "You're quite skilled at playing the 'clueless' act. If I hadn't seen your face so clearly, I might've believed that you're not Chase-"
"Devon, where's Chase, by the way?" Frank's voice abruptly interrupted, causing me to freeze in place, my eyes shooting towards him.
Did he just say... Chase?
No way. I must've misheard.

Chasing Our Stepsister

　　"Oh... Alpha," I watched as Izara arched, spreading her long tanned legs, drawing me into her depths as I delved deeper into her pussy. Her back met the table, a symphony of moans escaping her lips as I continued to thrust in and out of her further, enveloped by the tightness of her.


　　Grasping the base of her throat, I drew her nearer with each forceful motion, plunging deeper into her. Balls deep.


　　Izara was undeniably pleasurable in just the way I could remember. Tight pussy, big tits, ample curves, plump lips, and flawless facade resembled that of a doll, yet lacked a certain authenticity. There was a magic that was missing about her. Individually, her features were faultless, but collectively, they failed to coalesce into the allure of the woman who lingered hauntingly in the recesses of my thoughts.


　　Fucking her felt good but now as much as I needed to get my off of things...well, particularly a beautiful thing.


CHAPTER 15 I Am Losing It