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.”

know nothing about, but that does not

about you

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

like they want to rip my clothes off, but having lost my mother when I was 5, I am not familiar or comfortable

it; you should relax. You must be exhausted since you just got back.” She smiles warmly at me again, and

hi. He really missed you these last couple of months.”  I nod; she busies herself emptying boxes. I scan the room, analyzing all the boxes left to unpack. I count around fifteen. I really should help; I wasn’t exhausted since I arrived state side two weeks ago. However, I’m not feeling

I climb a couple of steps before my phone

from Sienna. Just what I need after meeting the 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

she 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

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