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The thought set my teeth on edge and the horrible dark pit in my chest opened up into my abdomen. I wasn't sure if it was fury or lust or something combined from those two terrible things that brought on such a stormy mood.

So it really was Gilli.

A cam girl.

My brain twisted around this new information, searching for an alternative and coming up blank.

Aiden held the phone steady like a beacon none of us were powerful enough to look away from. “I thought you should know,” he said. “I couldn’t keep it to myself.”

My pretty stepsister was spread out on top of the mattress like a feast, tan and perfect and ready to be devoured.

I absorbed the sight, and the zap of lust through my system threatened a premature blow.

“Turn it off,” Tase urged. “Aiden? Off.”

None of us moved.

I fought to tear my attention away from the sight of her hand between her legs, talking in a low tone. Her face was still blurred by a filter but her body… Now that Aiden described the freckles, I recognized other similarities.

The curve of her ass, for sure. The hue of her skin for another, and the long line of her neck.

Her dark hair was shorter in the video but that could have been a wig. Gilli playing dress-up. She spoke to her audience and took suggestions on what to do to herself from whatever customers were in the live chat at the time she originally posted.

This was something intimate. It should make me feelwrong but it only got me hot. My cock twitched in my jeans and hardened the longer I watched.

Like a car accident, I thought distantly. I couldn’t look away.

And from the way Aiden and Tase ogled the screen and the latter kept licking his lips, that I wasn’t the only one impacted.

We all were.

And Gilli was there wearing a black lace bra and panty set, with no crotch on the panties, and with cutout holes around her nipples.

I wondered if someone bought the outfit for her as a gift. Who did she think about when she made the video? Who got her hot enough to make those sounds? It couldn’t all be faked, right?

Tase coughed self-consciously. He wore the guilty expression of a man who may have stepped too far over the boundaries and carefully adjusted the waistband of his pants.

I reared back, my nostrils flaring. Shit. Was that why they’d gotten back late tonight?

Was the chicken dinner a peace offering from Tase after sampling something he shouldnothave sampled?

He broke eye contact and the truth hit me like a mallet to the face.

Goddamn it. We were fracturing. We were splintering apart and the only thing I could think of was to point the finger at Gilli.

We’d been fine before she showed up.

A cam girl.

Now, I’m holding the cell phone in front of her face. “What is this? Gilli?” I push.

The sound of panting comes from the video still playing on the screen. I don’t need to look to know what she’s doing. Her hand is low and dragging between her pussy lips.

My cock gives another twitch and hardens further on reflex.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Gilli hedges.

The flash of vulnerability in her eyes shreds me.Don’t focus on it. For the love of God?—