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  I grind my back teeth. “Yeah, sure, Mom.”

  “Darling,” Tyson says from the patio door. “Change of plans.”

  Mom frowns. “What is it?”

  “I need to meet those developers from the Bronson Group. They’re at the country club. Any way you could pop out with me for a few hours and help me charm them?”

  My mom smiles as her new husband looks at her hopefully. “Oh, you old dog, you want to show me off, is that it?”

  Tyson smiles sheepishly. “Would it be too much to ask, Andre, to steal her for a bit? Camille will be here to keep you company.”

  “It’s no problem,” I tell them, honestly grateful for a chance to get Camille alone. “You’ll be a couple of hours, you think?”

  “Sounds about right,” Tyson says.

  My mom places her manicured hand on my arm. “Why don’t you take your bag to the pool house. It’s all set up for you to stay the night. And when we get home, we can have drinks on the veranda.”

  “Sounds good Mom,” I say, kissing her cheek.

  She leaves me standing there, and I glance around the backyard, taking in the marble statues, the pool and fountain, the jacuzzi and manicured grounds. The pool house is larger than my own warehouse-turned-studio, and when I open the glass sliding doors, I find Camille inside.

  Her face is pressed into a pillow, and she lets out a muffled scream of curses.

  “So you’re feeling the same way I am,” I say, chuckling.

  She jumps, startled. “I...I didn’t hear you come in.”

  “You all right?”

  “No.” She tosses the pillow on the sectional, then buries her face in her hands. “Oh my god, what are the freaking odds?”

  “I know.” I move toward her, even though I know it’s not a good idea. Now that I know she’s my stepsister, I should keep as much distance between us as possible. But it’s like a goddamn magnet pulls us together, and when I’m next to her, I feel the same sparks, the same electricity pass between us like it had the other night.

  “What are we going to do?” she asks. “I mean, I guess we just don’t say anything, ever. We just act like it never happened?”

  “Is that what you want?” I brush a stray hair away from her cheek and when I place my palm on her face, I feel her melt into my touch, see her pupils expand, watch her pink little tongue dart across her bottom lip.

  “No,” she whispers. “But...what else can we do? We can’t tell them.”

  I agree with her about that, because I’ll admit both my mom and Tyson seem happy. I don’t want to ruin that for them.

  But what about what I want?

  “So we keep it a secret, between us,” I say.

  She nods and starts to take a step back. I place my hand on the back of her neck, the other around her waist, stopping her.

  “Andre—”

  “We can keep it a secret, Camille. But there’s no way I’m going to forget what happened. And...” I lower my face to hers, feel her warm breath against my lips. Hell, I can almost taste her kiss.

  “And what?” she asks, breathless, her voice shaky.

  “And I want more.”

  “More?”

  I smirk. “I told you, I like your humpany.”

  She laughs then, her face brightening, the tension easing. “I like your humpany too. But isn’t this wrong? I mean we’re kind of related now.”

  “Isn't that some kind of fantasy?” I tease. “Sleeping with the hot stepbrother.”

  She just shakes her head, her smile never faltering. “Maybe for some. But my fantasy was always you.”

  I raise a brow. “Always?”

  Her cheeks turn a shade of red. “I’ve kind of had a crush on you for awhile now. You used to come into the student center where I would hang out in college.”

  “I don’t remember seeing you.”

  “I was usually in the back booth studying. And you always seemed more than entertained. Plus, I don’t exactly stand out.”

  “Trust me, beautiful,” I tell her, running my thumb across her lip. “If I’d seen you, I would have noticed.”

  I lower myself to the couch and pull her face to mine. I kiss her, deeply. I’ve been needing to do this all day. Pull her in my arms and not let go. And I don’t, not until she pulls back from the kiss with bated breath. “We shouldn’t, they might find us—”

  I run my thumb over her lips. “No, they left for a couple of hours. We’re alone.”

  “Really?”

  I nod. “Really. So we can do whatever you want, however you like.”

  She licks her lips. “Remember at lunch, when your mom mentioned us in the pool, on a family vacation?”

  I nod, wondering where she’s going with this.

  “Well, it really turned me on,” she tells me. “The whole time I was sitting there thinking about wearing a string bikini and you fucking me in the pool.”

  My jaw clenches, the word fucking sounding so damn dirty on her lips. “Shit, you feel how hard you make me?” I ask, taking her hand and pressing it to my cock.

  “So hard.”

  I groan. “So fucking hard.”

  She stands, licking those pretty pink lips. “I should change.”

  “We’re really doing this?”

  She nods. “The staff has afternoons off. We’re alone. A dip in the pool sounds nice. I mean, I’m really, really hot.”

  I step toward her, cupping her pretty little pussy in my hand. “How hot, princess?”

  “I guess you’ll just have to find out, won’t you?”

  I pull on a pair of swim trunks, though it’s slightly painful with how fucking hard I am. Camille tells me to go to the pool, that she’ll be out in a sec, and so I head outside and slide into the pool. I swim to the end that curves around the pool house. It’s secluded and a large tree shades the area from the view of the rest of the house.

  The cool water is a relief from the hot summer day, but the moment I look up and see my stepsister walking toward me, I’m hot all over again. Fuck, she looks insanely gorgeous. Those big tits of hers hardly contained in a tiny red triangle top. Her bottoms are a few shreds of fabric and my cock aches to have her sink down against me.

  She steps into the pool and swims over to me. She dives down, under the water and when she emerges, her skin is nice and slick.

  “Thanks for playing along with my little fantasy,” she says, moving closer.

  “Anytime.” I take hold of her waist, lifting her up. She wraps her arms and legs around me, laughing as I spin her in the water. “You look so sexy in this little bikini.”

  “You like it?”

  I nod, squeezing her ass cheeks. “I love it.”

  Her pussy grinds against my cock and I pull her to my lap, sitting on the bench in the pool.

  “God, the last forty-eight hours I was working a shift at the fire station. And the whole time I kept thinking about you.”

  “Yeah?” She reaches for my shorts, pushing them down. I take hold of the string holding her bottoms together and tug. Loosening the hold.

  I set the bottoms on the cement, along with my shorts. “I wanted to fuck you again so bad, Camille. I’ve never...”

  She sits down on me, her bare pussy made for my cock. “You never what, Andre?”

  “I never got off before, like I did with you. You are—”

  “Good humpany?” She smiles, her hips circling as she rides my big thick cock.

  “Something like that,” I say, groaning as we fuck. Her wet tits are pressed against my chest and I pull her ass closer, so I give her everything she needs. It’s hot, it’s insanely sexy, and as a voice slices through our fuck-fest, I am reminded that it’s fucking taboo.

  “Kids, we’re back,” her dad calls. Camille’s eyes widen as she reaches for her bottoms. I grab my trunks. We dress quickly as we hear our parents walk out to the veranda facing the pool.

  We may be great humpany but we’re also, technically, family.

  And I was about ten s
econds away from being caught fucking my stepsister.

  God, what have I gotten myself into?

  Chapter Six

  Camille

  “You’re dating your stepbrother?” Kendall’s eyes widen, but there’s no judgment there.

  “We’re not dating,” I tell her, grabbing a handful of jellybeans from the counter and popping a few in my mouth, remembering the night at my dad’s.

  After the pool-side-boink-fest was cut short, I snuck out of my bedroom like I was some horny fifteen-year-old and tiptoed to the pool house after midnight. We proceeded to get it on until the sun started to rise. He may be my stepbrother, but he knows how to fuck.

  Crass, maybe, but he is literally delicious.

  “I need more details,” Peyton presses. “This is like an episode of Shameless.”

  Kendall laughs, and Mila slaps Peyton’s arm, but I can’t help but admit she’s right.

  The rink is closed, we’re just here today to do paperwork and restock inventory. But as soon as my friends saw me, they knew something was up, and they’ve been questioning me for the past twenty minutes.

  Finally, I just spilled everything. The BOOTY-CALL app, my night with Andre, the best freaking sex in my life, and then finding out that he’s my stepbrother, and then the crazy hot, taboo sex in the pool house.

  “God,” I groan. “Am I going to hell?”

  Peyton, Mila, and Kendall all laugh.

  “I’m not kidding,” I say. “This is so illegal.”

  “It’s not. And you’re not doing anything wrong,” Peyton says, lifting her daughter, Saylor, from her infant car seat and pulling a bottle from her diaper bag. “I mean you met him before your dad hooked up with his mom—”

  “Ugh,” I groan, not wanting to think about our parents doing anything more than holding hands. “Please don’t put that picture in my head.”

  “It’s not like you’re related,” Mila offers.

  “So what are you going to do?” Kendall asks.

  I shrug. “He says he likes my humpany, but—”

  “Your what?” Mila asks.

  “Nothing. Just a term he used...” I shake my head. “He wants us to keep seeing each other.”

  “Is that what you want?” Peyton asks.

  “Yes.” It’s the truth. “He’s...” I smile, thinking about the way he makes me laugh, the way he makes my body tremble when he touches me, the way I feel like I’m falling and yet grounded at the same time whenever we’re in the same room together.

  “Uh oh,” Kendall says, chuckling.

  “What?” I frown at her.

  “You’ve got it bad.” She gives me a knowing look and points a finger at me. “You’re falling for him.”

  I don’t even try to deny it, because my girls know me better than I even know myself. And Kendall is right, I am falling.

  “So you don’t think this is a terrible idea?” I ask.

  “I think the heart wants what it wants. Why don’t you just tell your dad?”

  “No way. I have to stay in his good graces. I mean, the mortgage on the skating rink relies on it.”

  “We’re in the black now,” Kendall says. “And lots of people have requested to rent the space for parties. If they bring in deposits, we’ll be in an even better spot.”

  “We’ve still only been open a year,” I counter. “And I’m honestly wondering how we’re planning to handle everything.”

  “I agree,” Mila says. “I think we need to talk about hiring someone else.”

  “Max is watching Connor when I’m at work,” Kendall pushes back. “I think we can still manage.”

  Mila and I share a look. We’ve been wondering how this shared venture is going to go now that two of our best friends are married with babies.

  “Kendall’s right,” Peyton says. “This doesn’t change anything.”

  “Pey, you got married a week ago. You have a three-month-old. Aren’t you tired?” I ask.

  Peyton laughs. “Seriously, my mother loves watching Saylor for me. When I can’t bring her with me to work, I have a great support system. Who says we can’t have it all?”

  I shake my head, stress-eating jellybeans. “Maybe you're right. You both do seem to have your shit together. But if it ever gets to be too much, you have to be honest, promise?”

  Kendall laughs, “Sure, and if the policy is honesty, why don’t you tell your dad the truth?”

  I groan. “I’m gonna wait and see if things get more serious with Andre first. No need to jump the gun.”

  Peyton rests a hand on my arm. “Take it from me, don’t wait until you almost lose what you wanted all along.”

  Her words cut deep. She almost lost the man she loved before ever admitting how she truly felt. I don’t want to have the same thing ever happen to me.

  I take Saylor from my friend’s arms and inhale her perfect baby smell. “I won’t,” I tell her, meaning it. “I’ll tell him how I feel next time I get a chance.”

  Chapter Seven

  Andre

  My muscles ache, and my head is pounding after the long ass shift I just finished, but I still text Camille as soon as I get home.

  Me: I could use your humpany tonight!

  Camille: I’ll come over if you promise to put the Dodgers game on.

  Me: A girl after my own heart. I’ll order pizza.

  Camille: I’ll bring the beer.

  A goofy ass smile tugs at my lips when I put my phone down and jump in the shower. I know we’re supposed to be keeping this casual, but it feels like so much more. I shake the thought away, because I know it’s an impossible situation.

  I shower quickly, order the pizza, turn on the baseball game and wait for Camille. It’s been almost two weeks since I texted her on that app. It’s not a long time, but I already know I’m falling for the woman.

  And I want more than just her humpany. For the first time in a long ass time, I actually want something more than just casual. And it scares the shit out of me. Hell, it would scare me even if our parents weren’t married. But the fact that they are makes it some Jerry Springer shit.

  And Camille deserves so much more.

  We’re both looking forward to a relaxing night with a baseball game in the background and so when she knocks on my door, I have the mood set. Pizza on the coffee table, the game queued up, and I pull off my t-shirt as I pull open the door.

  She laughs. “Classic,” she says. “Now am I supposed to undress too?”

  “If you want.”

  She licks her lips and sets down her purse. “It won’t take much work,” she says.

  I shake my head, closing the door. “What do you mean?”

  I turn around and see my girl opening up her trench coat. Underneath she is in a lace and pearl teddy. My cock instantly hardens. Delicately placed pearls create a keyhole cut-out bra with purple lace wrapping around her body. It’s finished with an arousing row of pearls at the crotch.

  “Fucking hell,” I moan, pulling her to me as her coat falls to the floor. I lift her off the ground, her heels falling off as I carry her to my bed. She laughs, her head resting on the pillow.

  “So I guess you like sexy lingerie?”

  “Your tits look insane.”

  “I thought you were a butt guy.”

  I grin, leaning over and sucking each of her hard nipples. “It’s your tits I’m interested in tonight,” I tell her, my hand stroking her pearl covered pussy, and my mouth dropping to her breasts.

  “I’m interested in a few things too.”

  I lift an eyebrow. “Yeah, like what?”

  Her hands run over my sweats, stroking my shaft. “I want to lick you.” She pushes down my pants and runs her warm hands over my tight balls.

  “Only if I get to lick you too.”

  She moans in pleasure as I get on the bed, pulling her creamy ass to my mouth. She drops her head to my cock, her pussy on my lips, and we begin to sixty-nine, our need for one another more intense than any baseball game could ever
be.

  Her slit is so sweet, so slick, and when she begins bobbing her head, sucking my big thick cock, I groan, loving the way her creamy cunt tastes.

  “Ohh, Andre,” she moans, sucking my balls, stroking my shaft. She’s riding my mouth as she sucks me off and my whole body tightens, needing her release. I’m close, and I run my hand over her back, urging her to take me deeper. She does, giving me what I need, I can feel the ache as she sucks me off. My hot cum fills her mouth, and I shoot ribbons of milk down her pretty throat.

  She swallows me, taking all that she can, needing her fill. And I hold her hips steady, sucking her hard, loving the way she squirms, her body so hot it could explode, and I keep my head buried between her luscious thighs.

  “Oh, God,” she moans. “Oh fuck...” She’s coming, hard, and I roll her on her back, finger-fucking her tight little hole as she pours her sweet cream all over my bed. I dip my mouth to her cunt, licking her up, and she whimpers, begging me to fuck her.

  “Please Andre, please!”

  I give her what we both so desperately need. I drag her to my cock and plunge deep inside her tight little pussy. Without restraint, I give her all the cock she can handle. Inch after hard inch, until she’s crying out my name, her need to get off so primal, so fucking sexy.

  We come together, so hard that the bed breaks. I pound into her sweet hole as the headboard falls to the ground with a crash, as we collapse in a heap of lust of desire and horny bed-breaking pleasure.

  We stare at one another and I open my mouth, needing to tell her that I am falling for her. Not because when we’re together we fuck like dirty little bunnies, but that I’m falling for her heart, mind, soul.

  Before I can - there is a loud knock at the door.

  “Andre, honey, it’s me!” my mom’s voice calls out as she rings the doorbell.

  The trance that Camille and I were under breaks.

  “I’ll get dressed and go out the back,” she says as I pull on my sweats.

  “Don’t go,” I say, but my words sound as flat as they feel.

  If she stays, this won’t end well.