Stepbrother's Forbidden Touch: Late Night Temptation Awakens Our Darkest Desire
Stepbrother's Forbidden Touch: Late Night Temptation Awakens Our Darkest Desire Stepbrother's Forbidden Touch: Late Night Temptation Awakens Our Darkest Desire My heart slammed against my ribs the moment I heard his footsteps on the stairs. It was past midnight, the house silent except for the faint hum of the fridge downstairs. Mom and Dad were away for the weekend—some conference in Singapore—and for the first time in years, it was just us. Just me and my stepbrother, Ethan. I'd been trying to sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw his hands—those strong, veined hands that had brushed mine earlier while passing the popcorn bowl during movie night. The touch had lingered a second too long. His thumb had grazed the inside of my wrist, and I'd felt it everywhere: a hot pulse between my thighs, my nipples tightening under my thin tank top. I told myself it was nothing. He's my stepbrother. We've lived under the same roof...