My stepbrother

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Zayne

I drive up to the house, and there's a moving truck parked in the driveway. Mommy dearest moves in today, I assume. I scoff; I cannot believe Dad married some random woman in Vegas. I park my car, hop out and stroll up to the door.

“Maija, is the truck empty?” A woman asks as she unpacks a box in the living room. She looks up, and I’m face to face with a beautiful African American woman. Not my father's usual type, he usually dates twenty-year-old models who try to get in my bed once he’s out of town. She looks at me with confusion before it turns into a smile.

“Zayne?” I nod in response.

“I’m Carolyn.”

I know nothing about, but that does not deter her. She reaches in and hugs me before

father brags about you all

breath, but loud enough for her to hear. She ignores my little remark and continues hugging me before releasing me slowly. I look at the woman, confused, as she smiles warmly at me. Is this

shifting uncomfortably under her warm gaze. I am used to women looking at me like they want to rip my clothes off, but having lost my

relax. You must be exhausted since you just got back.” She smiles warmly at me again, and for some reason, I feel like I’m being wrapped up in her

emptying boxes. I scan the room, analyzing all the boxes left to unpack. I

the staircase. I climb a

home. A dark skin girl, brown eyes, pouty lips covered in red looks up at me. She parts her lips slightly as if she is about to speak, and that’s all it takes for the image of parting her lips with my shaft to fill my head. Our eyes remain locked for a moment, mine filled with lust

would be Carolyn’s daughter, but the fact that she is my stepsister and should be off-limits does not register one bit as I imagine what she would look

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