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My nerves jump when he doesn’t immediately look up.

“Reed.”

He finally brings his eyes to mine.

“Did you already tell someone?”

The way he chews the inside of his lip makes my stomach knot. “Reed!”

“My mom,” he spits out, surprise straightening my spine. His hand comes to the edge of his frames, where he adjusts them. I remember how he took them off last night near the fire, so I could see his eyes and not the reflection of flames in his lenses.

“You told your mom about us?” I breathe, my voice hoarse from disbelief. I thought he’d tell his buddies that he fucked some girl on the beach. But his mom? That is… unexpected.

He shakes his head, cutting into my thoughts. “No, I mean, yes I told her but not that we had sex.”

It’s the first time we’ve verbalized the act of what we did, and silence follows the harsh cut of his words. Finally he says, “I told her that I met a girl at the bonfire last night that I really liked. One that I wanted to see again. A lot.”

Blood rushes through my ears as my stomach free falls, and the urge to giggle hits, but I stifle it. “What?” Did I hear him right?

His eyes fall to my lips, and I find myself settling into the mattress with him, sitting side by side.

Our thighs press together as his hand comes to my thigh, warm and heavy.

His fingers grip me gently, and wetness burgeons between my legs, testing my panties.

“I told my mom I met a girl I really liked. The first one… ever, really. And I told her I wanted to start dating that girl.”

“Yeah?” I ask, my ears ringing, my neck hot. It takes everything in me to keep my eyes from fluttering closed, from falling back against the mattress and opening my legs for him again.

His eyes stay on my lips when he utters, “yeah.”

I don’t know who makes the move, but in the blink of an eye, his lips are pressed against mine, my tongue pushing into his mouth, soft, hot moans passing between us.

One of Reed’s large hands comes to cup my breast, and in reaction, I reach for his crotch, starved for the feel of his hard cock in my palm.

He broke the seal last night, and now I’m insatiable. As wrong as it is, I don’t know if I can stop myself.

“Take it out,” I breathe, tearing my shirt off over my head, reaching behind me to take off my bra next.

Reed’s eyes go wide. “What? Vivienne, what–”

“I know it’s fucked up. I know it is. But I was a virgin last night, Reed.

I’ve been waiting so long to have this,” I say, motioning a hand between us, hoping he understands.

“I know we can’t…” I trail off, uncomfortable with saying date or be a couple .

“I know we can’t be more and we can’t keep sneaking around but I want more, right now.

” I can’t even believe myself, standing in front of him, cradling my bare breasts.

Two days ago I wouldn’t have believed someone if they would have told me I’d be doing this. I’m a good girl.

But Reed.

He makes me… a bad girl.

“Please, Reed, c’mon,” I beg softly, reaching for his pants.

He groans, knocking my hands away, but undoing his pants.

Saliva pools hungrily beneath my tongue as he reaches into his pants, pulling out his thick, long cock.

He’s hard and pink, and I’m suddenly aware of how empty my insides are, clenching and aching at the sight of him.

I’m sore from last night. I discovered that in the shower this morning. I can’t take him there again, but I can take him in my mouth.

I push him back onto the mattress and climb over him, my knees inside his.

He props himself up on his elbows, staring down at me between his legs, his cock in one hand.

I bring my mouth to the head, tracing the crown with the tip of my tongue.

He’s smooth and warm, and the moan that erupts past his lips when I seal my mouth around him has me gushing into my panties.

“I know it’s wrong but I want you, I want you so bad Reed,” I tell him, plunging his cock into my throat.

He groans as he hits the back of my throat, finding the warmest, tightest spot I have to offer.

I’ve never given head until last night, and now it’s all I want to do.

All I want to do is lay in bed and hold his heavy balls with my palm while I stroke his hard cock into my mouth, capturing every groan and pulse with my mouth.

Sucking him makes me so wet, I can hardly stand it. In fact, I can’t stand it.

He strokes his hand through my hair as I reach between my legs, shoving my hand beneath my jeans and panties. I’m so slick and sticky from being wet all morning that I moan around his cock when I feel myself.

“Holy shit, are you…” He trails off, realizing I’m touching myself. “Shit, Vivienne,” he whispers, his voice thin, growing thinner the more I suck him down.

I don’t recognize myself and yet I feel more like myself than ever before, the dichotomy of those two feelings makes me high. I suck him down, spurred on by his soft moans and the gentle pleas that flank me.

“Viv, that feels incredible, keep fucking yourself, suck me, that’s right, like that.”

“That’s how you take it, you take it all at once, don’t you, you bad girl.”

“Shit, I’m not gonna last, that sexy mouth is gonna make me pop.”

That last comment has lightning flashing behind my eyes, my core drawing tight, knotting, burning, right before a coil of need explodes inside of me.

Straddling his calf, I pull my hand from my panties and start grinding against him, riding his leg while my orgasm grabs hold, my vision going fuzzy on the edges.

“ Fuuuck ,” he groans, and while I grind shamelessly against him, he comes, hot splashes spraying the back of my throat while he pulses on my tongue.

The taste isn’t what I imagined, and the way it slides down my throat, slippery and hot, isn’t what I imagined either.

I don’t know if I like it but I love the sounds he makes, the way his fingers drag over my face and cheek as he twitches beneath me.

I lick him clean, not wanting to be done, not wanting to make the change from Reed and Viv with the insane chemistry to Reed and Viv, step siblings.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, sliding off of him. “That was the last time,” I breathe out, hating the sour taste of the words, but nonetheless knowing how true they have to be, even if I don’t feel them just yet.

He sits up, tucking himself away as I pull on my bra, then t-shirt.

I love that he watches me get dressed, but I hate it too.

I hate how much I like it, and how alive I feel with his eyes roaming my body.

I retie my hair in a neat bun at the back of my head, and finally get the courage to meet his eyes after the savage mauling that just took place.

“I’m sorry I just kind of… attacked you,” I say, nibbling the corner of my lips as I try to get a read on him.

“I’m just… I’m so attracted to you, and I just…

I thought we’d meet again, we’d do more, explore more–” I bring my hand to my forehead, holding it there as I squeeze my eyes shut.

“I don’t know, never mind. Anyway, I promise I won’t maul you like that again. ”

He finally slides off the bed, a bulge still lingering between his thighs. Is he still hard or hard again? The fact that I’ll be thinking of that bulge all day tells me everything I need to know about this whole this was the last time sentiment .

I hope it’s the last time. For Maribel and my father, it has to be the last time.

“I’m sorry you had to come downstairs and find out who I am that way… I wanted to come up to your room and talk to you first but your dad had my ear.”

My dad. The man who has supported and loved me my whole life, even when it meant letting work and his personal life come in second place. The man I keep lying to. “Yeah? About what?”

Reed stuffs his hands in his pockets, his head falling to the side as a smirk paints his lips. “Just stuff.”

My interest is piqued. “What stuff?”

His eyes linger on mine a moment before he says, “computers and stuff. I’m a computer science major at the university and your dad…”

My dad has worked in IT his entire life, and is the owner of Beaumont Industries, but his exact skillset, I’m not sure. I know he programs, I also know he is the guy they call when there are system errors, whatever that means. “What about my dad?” I ask, wondering why he’s so hesitant.

Reed’s eyes come to mine. “He’s been mentoring me for the last six months over zoom. He’s helping me, and in general, guiding me through how to best utilize my coursework to build the most usable skills for the workplace.”

Oh my god. My dad is his mentor? I bring my hands to my head, yet again, and hold my brain so it doesn’t explode.

“Oh Reed, we cannot–I’m sorry. I promise, I won’t–” I motion toward his leg, my face flooding with heat as I remember how I shamelessly humped and sucked him like a feral beast just a few minutes ago.

“I’m so sorry. That’s important. Our parents are important.

I won’t–” I shake my head, snatch my phone and purse from the nightstand and leave my room.

Reed calls after me, but ignoring your step brother is what you’re supposed to do.

You aren’t supposed to fall for him.