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.”

nothing about, but that does not deter her. She reaches in

father brags about

me before releasing me slowly. I look at the woman, confused, as she smiles warmly at me. Is this an act? She does not

to women looking at me like they want to rip my clothes off, but having lost my mother when I was 5, I am

got it; you should 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

all the boxes left to unpack. I count around fifteen. I really should help; I wasn’t exhausted since

turning to the staircase. I climb a couple

new family. I reply with promises of multiple orgasms before slipping the phone back into my pocket. I take another step but feel myself collide with something soft and fragrant. I grunt before looking at whoever ran me over in my own home. A dark skin girl, brown eyes, pouty lips covered in red looks up at me. She parts her lips slightly as

met. Zayne, this is Maija, your stepsister.” I figured she would be Carolyn’s daughter, but the fact that she is my stepsister and should be off-limits

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